Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 10:28:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exhibitionist Guy - Chapter 1

This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to condone sex with under
age young men.  It is simply a fantasy that I hope you enjoy.  It does
contain scenes of sex with and among minors, so if that offends you, don't
read.

In addition, this story takes place in a totally fantasy world.  We don't
live there, so always play safe.

Exhibitionist Guy - Chapter 1

I guess I became aware of my need to expose my body when puberty began to
set in.  Like every other guy in puberty, my dick had a mind of its own,
and I seemed to be horny all the time.  A guy at school told me about
jerking off, and, once I tried that, I was hooked!

I couldn't get enough of it.  I would hit the bathroom a couple of times a
day, and any time I was alone in my room I wanted to pound my dick.  I
probably jerked off 2 or 3 times a day, and I once managed six times.

One day when I was in my room, lying on my bed naked, and having fun with
my dick, I noticed that the kid next door was peeking around his curtain in
his room watching me.  I had my blinds open, and didn't think anything of
it, but once I saw him, I got really turned on.

I didn't let on like I saw him or anything, but I spent more time playing
with my balls and rubbing a hand over my body, while I was slowly stroking.
When I did cum, I had a powerful orgasm that left me breathless.

I smeared my cum all over my body, and noticed that the kid was still
watching.  Therefore, I stretched and moved every which way, so he could
see every part of my body.  Finally, when I looked out of the corner of my
eye, he was no longer there.

I got up and took a shower, thinking about being watched, and what a turn
on that was.  Soon, I was using my soapy hand to stroke my dick, and then
coated the walls of the shower with another load.

I developed a pattern after that.  I would get home from school, and have a
couple of hours alone before my parents got home from work.  So I would go
to my room, making sure the blinds were open, and the view into my room was
clear. Then I would slowly strip out of my clothes, stand in front of the
mirror, running my hands over my body, and then move to the bed and jerk
off.

I tried all kinds of positions and different methods.  I would kneel on the
bed with my ass towards the window, and spread my cheeks.  Then I would
play with my hole a bit while I stroked.  I did soft stroking, and a tight
grip, and as many ways as I could figure out, and with both hands.

He was always there, peeking through a gap in his curtains, watching me,
and it just turned me on all the more to know that he was watching me.

One time while I was wandering around the mall, I headed into the men's
room, where I went into a stall and sat down.  I noticed a hole in the wall
between my stall and the next.  I got hard thinking about how wild it would
be if someone came in and watched me jerking off.  
 I had my pants
around my ankles and my t-shirt behind my head, jerking away, when I heard
the door open and someone come in.  I stayed real quiet, and held my hand
over my dick.

I heard the door in the stall next to mine open.  The guy came in, closed
his door, unbuckled his pants, and sat down on the toilet.  I sat there a
bit longer, to see if he was just going to do his stuff and go, or what.

I could see movement of his legs, and from the angle, I could see through
the hole.  I watched the shadow on the floor as well.  I finally figured
out that he was leaning over so he could look through the hole.

So I uncovered my dick and it sprang back to full mast in seconds, and I
began stroking away again.  I heard a whispered, "Yeah, do it," and saw, by
the shadows, that he was stroking himself while he watched me.

That made me hot, to know that I was turning on some guy by jerking off for
him.  I was so turned on that it didn't take long until I was shooting a
load across my stomach and chest, and moaning just a bit.

I heard him gasp, and then saw the splats of cum land on the floor of his
stall.  Yeah, I had really turned him on.  He got up and left quickly.

I sat there for a moment, wondering if other guys like to watch guys jerk
off, and if there were other places like this.  Finally, I pull my shirt
back down, pulled my pants up, and left.

I couldn't get back to the mall until the next weekend, and went straight
to the stall and pulled off all my clothes and stacked them in the corner.
I was instantly hard, and sat down to begin slowly stroking.  Soon, someone
came in to the stall next door, closed his door, dropped his pants, and
leaned down to look through.

I heard a gasp of amazement, and that just pushed all the right buttons!  I
went to town, giving the best display I could.  I heard him gasp, and could
tell he was shooting.  I wasn't there yet, but was so turned on that he had
gotten off on me.

He left quickly, and someone came in shortly after that.  This guy also
came into the stall, and leaned into see what was next door.  I heard a
whispered, "Fuck! That's nice!" from next door, and proceeded with my show.
I could see that he was pounding away.

This time, I managed to cum just before he did, and let it fly across the
floor.  He was moaning a low, "Oh, Fuck!" that seemed to stretch out for a
minute, before he, too, shot his load in ropes across the floor of his
stall.

He whispered, "You are one hot kid!" I smiled.  "But you have to watch out
in the mall; the security guards are really cracking down on these glory
holes.  You don't want to get your ass busted and have them call the
police!"

That made my heart pound.  I didn't want to be caught, but wouldn't it be
awesome to have those guys come in and see me jerking?  Still I got dressed
and quickly got out of there.

After that, I tried a couple of other locations.  I found this gas station
a couple of blocks from my house.  It didn't seem to do a lot of business,
especially in the afternoon after school.  So I would go in and leave the
door unlocked.  Then I would strip off my clothes and sit in the toilet
stall with the door open.

It turned me on that just any anonymous guy could walk in and stick his
head in the cubicle and see me.

The first time I went there, I sat and played with myself for at least an
hour before someone came in.  He used the urinal, but I think he saw the
naked feet and came to investigate.  He pushed the door open and stood
there with his mouth open, as I leaned back and continued to stroke.

"Nice!  Damn nice!" he said.  He pulled his dick out of his pants and got
it hard.  It wasn't very big, but he seemed to be enjoying the show.  "You
suck my dick?" he asked.

"Nah," I said, without thinking about it.  I didn't want to suck his dick.
I wanted him to watch.  But I wondered, "But you can suck mine if you
want."

He looked back towards the door.  Then he went and locked it.  When he came
back, he said, "Let me sit on the toilet and you stand in front of me."

I moved, and as I passed him, he began to run his hands over my body.
"Fucking nice!" he said.

He sat down and pulled me towards him by my hips.  Then he took my dick and
swallowed it in one swift motion.  I gasped.  I had never felt anything
like that before.  At that point, my dick was about 5 or 6 inches long, and
just beginning to get thick.  He went to work with his tongue, and all I
could do was hold on to his head.

His hands roamed all over my body as he played my balls, my ass, pinching
my nipples, and over my stomach, back and legs.

I didn't last long and moaned, "I'm cumming," so he could pull off, but he
just sucked that much stronger, until it was like he was pulling the cum
out of my dick.  I almost fell on top of him, it was such a powerful cum!

It was my turn to say, "Oh, fuck!"

He slurped up everything and said, "You are one hot dude!  Thanks!"

I was still in a daze, "Yeah, thanks," I mumbled, as he moved past me.  He
was stuffing his slick cock back in his pants.  He must have cum as well.
He zipped up and headed out the door.  I stood there for a moment, still
overcome by the whole thing.

In a daze, I dressed and headed home.  The kid next door was peaking
through the curtains when I went into my room.  So I put a show on for him,
but it was a half hearted show.  I kept thinking of this guy sucking me and
getting off on my body.

I also found a park not too far from home.  Again, not many cars around in
the afternoon.  I would go into the bushes, right off of the parking lot,
and strip.  Then I would jerk off as cars drove by.  I wanted to walk
boldly out and let everyone see me naked and stroking, but I wasn't ready
for that yet.

A car parked in a spot not too far from the bushes where I was.  There was
a guy in the car, and he just rolled down his windows and sat there looking
around.  He kept scanning the bushes, so I got bold and moved a little so
that less shrubs were in front of me.  I don't know if he could tell I was
naked, but he could probably tell I wasn't wearing much.

He zeroed in on me, then.  I waited to see if he was going to start his car
and drive away, or stay and watch; he stayed.  So I looked around the
parking lot, and not seeing any other cars, moved out into the shade of a
big tree and in front of the bushes.  Now it was obvious I was naked and
hard and jerking.

His eyes went wide.  Then he smiled, and gave me a thumbs up.  I got so hot
being watched, that I put on my best show for him.  I showed every part of
my body to him, and continued to play with my dick as I did this.

I was sure he had his dick out jerking while he watched, and that made me
even more excited.  It wasn't long before I was shooting out loads across
the grass at my feet.  My eyes were locked on his.  I saw them roll up for
a moment, and figured he was shooting his load as well.

He gave me a double thumbs up with a big grin, and a honk, before he backed
out and left.

I don't know how long I stood there engulfed in the sensations, but,
finally, I came out of it and looked around.  I was basically standing
naked in a public place!

I went and got my clothes, and brought them back out to where I had been
standing, and slowly dressed there in complete view of the parking lot.

I began to frequent the park and the gas station bathroom on a rotating
basis.  The guy from the parking lot came back several times, and I put on
a show for him, as well as anyone else that seemed interested.  I got
several more blow jobs.  One guy wanted me to fuck him, but I didn't know
anything about that, so I said no.

Then school ended.  My folks were all excited, because I would be starting
high school the next year.  Our middle school was three years long, so when
I entered high school, I would be a sophomore.

I started hanging out at the neighborhood pool then.  It was amazing to be
able to walk around naked in the huge changing area.  I loved it.  Guys of
all ages were looking at my body.  When I was hard, which was a lot of the
time, I would hang my suit from my dick as I went to and from the showers.
This got some laughter from the younger kids.

I also swam.  I loved the feeling of the water running over my body, and I
liked pushing myself.  My shoulders broadened, and my stomach flattened.  I
wore the skimpiest speedo suit I could find.

I would sometimes remove my suit while in the pool, and paddle around,
which, of course, usually made me hard.  People would swim by, look, and
sometimes turn around and swim back.

I didn't care if it was men or women that were looking at me, I liked it
all.  But I especially liked it when I got some guy so turned on, he sprung
a boner; and, of course, the guys who offered blow jobs were always
welcome.

There was a thicket behind the pool, and I would tell guys to meet me
there.  I would get out, slip on my flip flops, grab a towel and head
outside.  Once in the thicket, I would drop my suit and stand there naked
and stroking, until the guy showed up.

I think it was a popular hangout, because more than once, someone else came
by while I was getting a blow job.  They would stand and watch.  Some would
massage their dicks through their clothes; others would take out their
dicks and stroke.

I loved it all.  They were getting turned on looking at my body!

I got a great tan, but wanted it all over.  So I started lying out in my
backyard naked.  I figured the only one that could see me there was the kid
next door, and I was already putting on a show for him on a regular basis.

Sometimes, while I was out there rubbing suntan oil into my body, I would
get boned up and would take my time stroking my dick with my oily hand.  It
felt wonderful, and I always hoped that the kid was watching while I did
it.

When school started, and I was in the P.E. class, I loved being naked in
the locker room.  Most of the guys my age were very shy, and kept a towel
around them as they went to and from the showers; but not me.

Hardons popped up now and then, so I didn't think anything of walking
around with one.  Guys were always looking.  Some would joke about it, and
get the other guys laughing, but many just ogled my body as I paraded
around.  I waited to get dressed until the very last minute.

After a week or so of this, I heard the coach call out my name in the
locker room.  He told me to come to his office immediately.  The offices
were elevated on one side of the locker room.  I was holding my towel, as I
climbed the stairs.  He was waiting at his door for me.  I was sporting a
woody, and he looked down and got a good look at it.

He led me into his office, and then closed the door.  The blinds on the
windows were closed, as they usually were, because the coaches often
changed in their office.

"Mr. Montgomery," he said, after he had me sit in front of his desk, and he
sat on the edge of it.  "I am a bit concerned about your behavior in the
locker room."

I looked at him quizzically.  I didn't know what he was talking about.
"You seem to spend a great deal of time naked, and often with one of
those." He pointed to my crotch.

"Now I know that guys your age are constantly horny, and you have no
control over when your penis is going to get hard, but I think it is
embarrassing the other guys."

I still had my towel in my hand which was at my side, and my dick continued
to point to the ceiling.  I was getting turned on, sitting here in front of
the coach, while he was clothed and I was naked and hard.  I wanted to
stroke off for him.

I didn't say anything; I was waiting for the point of the lecture.  His
eyes roamed my body from head to toe and back.  "I just think that you
might want to consider covering yourself with a towel more often, and being
a bit less obvious about your state of arousal."

I kept looking at him, but used my thumb to push my dick down and let it
snap back.

He had watched the whole thing.  He cleared his throat and went on.  "Or is
there some physical problem that I should be aware of?"

"No," I said, and contracted my muscles, so my dick bobbed on its own.

"Is there something that causes this seemingly constant state of arousal?"
he said, pointing at my dick.

"Sir," I started, always being polite to my teachers, "I just like to be
naked.  I like to have people look at me. It makes me hard, and I like
getting them turned on."

He was silent for a bit. He continued to look at my dick, which I made bob
again.  "Do you do anything else with these people besides get naked and
hard?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I like to jerk off; I mean masturbate, in front
of them.  I get so turned on, that I just go at it, and it seems to make
them more excited."

Was that a bulge growing in his crotch?  I used my thumb again to push my
dick down, and noticed that the head was wet with precum.  This was turning
me on big time!

"So you would just as soon sit there and masturbate or jerk off because it,
as you say, 'turns you on?'"  He had a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah!" I said, giving my dick a couple of strokes.

"Well, I don't think that it is a good idea to do this in the locker room.
I think not only are you embarrassing some of the guys, but you might make
other guys think that this is a permitted practice in the locker rooms, and
it is not.  Sexual acts of any kind are not permitted."

"So does that mean that I can't even go to the boys bathroom and jerk off
during the day?" I said, and absentmindedly stroked my cock again.

"Not really, but I am sure that many guys do it."  He smiled, as if
remembering something; maybe when he was young.

"So, Coach Williams, what am I supposed to do?  I get really horny, and I
like to have people watch me.  I like it when they look at my body, and I
like showing it to them," I pleaded.

He thought for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "Well, I have a
suggestion, but it would have to be just between you and me." He looked at
me.  I nodded. "I mean, we both could get in trouble for this, but I want
to help you out."

"Yes, Sir," I said, as seriously as I could.

"When we are finished with class, and it is shower time, why don't you come
up here.  You can do your masturbation here, and you can shower here.  That
way you won't be so public with your display.  You won't get the other guys
upset, and you won't get in trouble with the school. Any day that you feel
the need, just come on up."

"You'd do that for me?" I asked, and then added, "And you would watch me?"
I smiled, and looked at him expectantly.  "It's okay if you do; I like it
when people watch."

He looked down, and thought about it.  I jumped in and added, "If you are
worried that you might get turned on by the whole thing, that's okay, too."
I smiled again.  "I like it when I have that affect on people."

He arranged his crotch, then went back and sat in his chair behind his
desk.  "Okay, if that is the only way this will work for you," he said
reluctantly.

"Can I do it now?" I said, gripping my dick a bit tighter.

"Sure," he said.  He leaned back in his chair and his hand disappeared into
his lap.

I sighed, leaned back, and began stroking in earnest.  Coach's eyes were
glued to my crotch, as I pounded away.  I knew I was too horned up to last
long.  When I shot, I pointed my dick out, so it landed all over the tiled
floor of coach's office.

I shuddered as I came down from the great rush.  I smiled and said, "Sorry
about the mess."  I bent down to use my towel to clean it up.

"Ah, that's okay," Coach said, in a shaky voice.  "Hit the showers, and
wear your towel when you are going to and from the shower," he said, as I
finished cleaning and stood up.  He looked up and down my body and then
said, "Okay, Mr. Montgomery, I'll see you tomorrow, as soon as we get back
to the locker room." He didn't stand to let me out. I figured he had a tent
in his shorts, and didn't want me to see.

I smiled, wrapped my towel around myself, and headed down to the locker
room.  I grabbed a quick shower and then walked back with my towel around
me.  At my locker, however, I dropped the towel and put on my shirt first
and then my shorts.  I hadn't worn any underwear, so I was quickly dressed.

During my next class, I kept thinking of Coach Williams watching me jerk
off.  I was hard as I thought about him.  I put my hand in my pocket to
squeeze my dick.  That gave me an idea to cut out the pockets, so I could
play with myself and maybe show others my dick.

Jerking off for coach slowly progressed, until he finally dropped his
shorts and jerked off with me.  That turned me on the most!  He had been so
reluctant to do it, but he had started squeezing himself while I jerked,
and then putting his hand down his shorts, so I finally told him, "Coach,
if you want to masturbate with me, that's cool.  It just turns me on all
the more."

Again, I had to swear an oath of secrecy, but he eventually sat on the
front of his desk, with his shorts and jock around his ankles, pumping away
as I did.  I spent a lot of time showing him my body as well.  I would bend
over and spread my cheeks, and show my hole.  I wanted him to enjoy every
part of me.

The class was also helping me continue to improve my body, and I put a lot
of work into making it even better.  I began to develop some definition in
my abs.

By the end of the year, coach was touching me and giving me pointers on
improving my physique.  It seemed he loved touching my naked body almost as
much I enjoyed him doing it.