Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2011 10:33:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exhibitionist Guy - Chapter 6

I was glad I had experienced that, but it wasn't something I ever wanted to
repeat!  I was happy just jerkin' and having guys watch me.

And to that end, Rex put together this amazing scene that blew my mind.  He
took me to this alley downtown on the weekend.  There was a group of about
10 - 15 guys there.  Rex introduced me, and pulled out a towel.  He spread
it on the ground in front of the guys.

He motioned to me, and I stripped and piled my clothes on one side of the
alley.  I was instantly hard, being naked in front of all these clothed
guys.  They stood around and watched, some with their arms crossed in front
of themselves, hands in the pockets, or just kind of resting their weight,
all watching to see what I was going to do next.

I sat down on the towel and then laid back.  I began to give them a show.
It was amazing to be surrounded by these guys, and still hear the street
traffic at the opening of the alley about 20 feet away.

There were a couple of gasps and some lower murmurs from the guys, as I put
on a show.  I played with my balls and my hole for them.  I squeezed my
dick, and stroked it with both hands.  I used the death grip, and the
barely touching strokes.

I tend to grip with my fist with my left hand, and use my fingers with my
right hand.  It was all good, and the thought and sight of these guys
standing around watching me was blowing my mind!

Rex was unobtrusively taking pictures and video of the whole thing.  I made
it last as long as possible, showing off my abs and chest, as I worked on
my dick.  I would tighten and relax my abs, so that it almost looked like
the stroke started at the top of my abs and ended on the down stroke on my
dick.

I would look at the guys’ faces to gauge their reactions, and it
was so hot being naked in front of all these guys with clothes on.  Some of
them even had a look of disdain, as they watched me, as if they couldn't
believe a guy would do this.

Others would lick their lips, as they intently watched the show.  A couple
would lower their eyes when we made eye contact, as if they were ashamed to
be watching me and enjoying it so much.

I saw guys adjusting their crotches, as I worked away.  I started to really
finger fuck my hole, and got even more turned on, as I watched their
expressions change.  Lust was on many of the faces.

After 15 - 20 minutes of this, I couldn't hold off any longer.  I had
gotten close several times, but this one was approaching fast, and I felt a
huge build up of intense pleasure, as I brought myself closer and closer to
the moment.

When I shot, it flew over my shoulder, and then began to hit my face.  I
opened my mouth and caught some.  Fuck!  This was so intense!  I pumped
shot after shot out of my engorged dick.

It took me a bit to get my eyes to focus and look at the guys around me.
The expressions ranged from disbelief that a guy would do this here, and
this way, to positively lustful.

I licked the cum off of my fingers, and stretched my legs that I had tensed
up during the orgasm.  I lay there regaining my normal breathing.  As if by
some prearranged sign, the guys started drifting away, leaving me lying
there naked in the opening of the alley.

I sat up and looked out to the street.  People were walking by, and for the
most part, not looking into the alley.  As I stood to get dressed, a man
stopped and stared at me.  "Come on in," I said, as I picked up my shorts.

He turned and scampered away.  I got dressed, and Rex was putting away the
camera.  "That was so fucking amazing!" I told Rex, as I zipped up my
shorts. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"And the images and video should be amazing as well. It was so hot watching
you do that, here in this public place.  Fuck!"

Back at his house, we reviewed the pics and vids, and I got hard just
watching it all again.  Rex did this amazing movie, from the pics and vids
on his Mac, and added music.  It was some piece from the movie
“Clockwork Orange.”

When Ed saw the movie, he was turned on, and jealous.  He wanted to do
something like that.

"Do you think you could gather up another group of guys? A different group
would be best, but if not, then the same group would work.  Then we could
set it up where you and I," he pointed to me, "could do a joint performance
for them."

I laughed, "Sort of like Fight Club, but we could call it 'Fuck
Club!’" Ed got all excited, and soon I was just as turned on at the
idea as he was.

"I have another idea along similar lines. I saw a picture of this online.
There is a guy lying on the ground stroking, and he is surrounded by a
bunch of guys, who are all pissing on him.  The guy on the ground is
getting off on being pissed on, and all the guys are getting to
participate. And the fact that he is naked, and all the rest are dressed,
with their dicks hanging out, is so hot!" He turned and looked at me.
"What do you think?"

"I haven't done much with piss; I don't know." I smiled and added, "We
could let you do it first, and then I can see how you enjoy it, and how it
goes down.  Then maybe I could give it a go!"

He laughed, slapped me on the back, and said, "Deal!"

Rex said, "You guys are really hot!  You come up with great ideas." He
thought for a moment and said, "You know, we could make a mint selling this
shit online."

I thought for a moment, and then said, "No, I don't want to do that.  I
just like getting guys turned on. So if they get turned on watching the
views, then that's what I want."  I thought for a moment and said, "I guess
that's what I need."

Rex had set up a web cam once, and had me do a show online, on a site
called ‘Lifeout.’ But while I liked showing off and reading
their comments, it wasn't the same as watching a guy's reactions.  I needed
the feedback.  Maybe a two-way cam session would work, so I could see the
guy's reaction, but one way just didn't do it for me.

While we were waiting for Rex to get the photo shoot of Ed and me set up,
we found another idea for a shoot.  Rex had said it would take him several
days to get a group of guys and a spot lined up.

So the next evening, late, Ed, Rex, and I headed out to a laundromat on the
other side of town.  When we got there, there was one guy in there doing
his laundry.  He looked to be about 30, and a construction worker, judging
by the clothes he was wearing.

Ed and I went over to a washing machine.  We dumped all of our clothes in
the machine, and then proceeded to pull off our t-shirts and gym shorts
that we were wearing, leaving ourselves completely naked.

Rex started the washer.  We now had no clothes to wear until the wash was
done and the clothes dried.  We walked to the back of the place, checking
out all the dryers.  They were all empty.

The guy had just taken his clothes out of the washing machine and put them
in the dryer.  When he finished, he went to sit down, but must have caught
sight of us.  He rose up and tried to peak over the folding table that was
in the way of his line of sight.

We didn't go anyplace, but stayed where we were.  He then stood and got a
good look at us.  He smiled, and then headed our way.

"You two really believe in doing ALL your laundry, don't you?" he smiled,
as he appraised us up and down.

Ed walked closer to him.  "Do you think we are clean enough? Or do we need
to wash as well."

The guy reached out and ran his hand over Ed's chest and stomach.  "Yeah,
you feel pretty clean."  He looked me up and down, and then said, "You guys
just going to hang out, literally, until the laundry is done?"

Ed said, "Unless you have something better to do," with a big smile.

"What do you two normally do when you are both naked?" he asked, returning
the smile.

"Anything you want us to do," I said, adding my smile to the mix.  Rex was
off to the side getting everything on the camera.

"Really?" he looked us over again.  "So if I asked you to fuck right here
in the laundromat, you would?"

"Where do you want us? On the floor, on the table for folding, or on top of
one of the washers?" Ed asked, beginning to stroke his cock.

"Seriously?" the guy asked, looking around.

"Yep," I said.

He looked around again, "And I suppose he is recording everything?"

"Right," I said. "Do you mind? Or do you want your face blurred out?"

Laughing, he said, "Depends on what I decide to do!"

He pointed to the washer in front of him.  "Why don't you start here. You,"
he pointed to me, "on your back on top of the washer, and you," pointing to
Ed, "can rim him first."

Ed introduced us, and I moved up on the washer.  It was cold, but I lay
down on my back and raised my legs.  Rex was shooting in such a manner that
the front door, street, and sidewalk were in the picture.  This was going
to be hot!

Ed began working on my ass.  That was such an amazing feeling, and he did
it so well.  I was already rock hard when he started, but soon I was
beginning to leak.

The guy, who told us his name was Todd, told Ed to mount up.  Ed moved in
behind me and eased his cock into me.  We had both come prepared, having
given each other an enema (which Rex recorded) and then lubed each other
up, liberally.

So Ed slipped right in and paid particular attention to rubbing that magic
spot inside.  I moaned.  Todd looked around outside and then back to us.
Ed used long, deep, slow strokes to pump in and out of my ass.

Todd was squeezing his swelling crotch through his shorts, while Ed worked
on my ass.  "Now down on the floor.  I want him on his stomach while you
lay on top of him and really pound his ass."  Todd wiped his mouth, after
he finished the statement, almost as if he was drooling.

I moved down onto the dirty linoleum of the laundromat, and Ed moved down.
He spread my cheeks and slid his dick back in.  Now he was pressing on top
of me each time he bottomed out.

My dick was leaking profusely, and making a messy puddle under me, as Ed
really pounded my ass in fast, short strokes.  Ed was grunting and I was
moaning.

"Now mount him like a bitch in heat!" Todd said, reaching his hand inside
his jeans, and beginning to stroke himself.

"Yeah!" he said.  "That's fucking hot!"

"Why don't you feed him your dick, while I finish up back here! He is a
great cocksucker!"  I didn't know about that.  I hadn't done many, but
mostly my own.

Todd moved over and pulled his zipper down and brought out an uncut, thick
seven-inch dick.  He was stroking away, as he moved up to push it into my
mouth.  The thickness took some getting used to, but I managed to handle
it, and gave his cock a good workout with my tongue and mouth.

Ed started really jabbing my ass, making me bounce on Todd's dick.  He
grabbed my shoulders and rabbit fucked me then, building up the friction in
my ass.  I knew he was going to make me shoot as well.

"OH FUCK! I"M CUMMING!" Ed yelled, as he rammed deep inside me and began to
shoot.  That took me through the crashing wave of pleasure, and must have
triggered Todd, because he was filling my mouth with his hot spunk.

I released Todd's dick, and lowered my head to the floor to catch my
breath, and come back to reality.  The washer buzzed then, and we all
laughed.  "Perfect timing!"

I stood up and had a muddy slimy mess on my stomach.  Ed moved the clothes
to the dryer, and started it with quarters from Rex.  I went to the sink at
the back of the place and, using some paper towels and water, cleaned
myself up.

Todd had stuffed his dick back into his jeans. "Nice way to do laundry,
guys!"

He looked at us and said, "What else can you guys do?"

Ed laughed and pointed to me, "He can blow himself!"

"No fucking way!" Todd said.

"Yep, and I'll show you, as soon as you get me hard again."  Todd moved
over and took my dick in his hand, and began to roughly stroke it.  Not
only were his strokes heavy handed, but he had rough calluses on his hands.

He played with my balls with one hand, and manhandled my dick with the
other.  It didn't take long to get me hard.  I kept thinking about being
naked in this public place, and having this guy so turned on by it.

Once I was hard, Todd suggested I get up on the folding table; he wanted to
see this.

I sat down on the table and then moved myself into position.  "Fucking
awesome," Todd said, as I began to lick the head of my dick.  Ed reached
over and stuck two fingers in my sloppy hole.  "He really likes it when
someone plays with his hole while he is doing this."

Not to be outdone, Todd moved over, and removed Ed's hand.  Then he rammed
two fingers up my ass very forcefully, with a grimace of his face.  "Yeah,
take that, you bitch!"

I didn't know where the hostility came from, but he was sure taking it out
on my hole. He found my prostate and began pressing on it and rubbing it.
And those calluses could really be felt in there!

Soon I was moaning and slurping, and knew it was close.  He must have as
well, because he twisted his fingers quickly back and forth like a washing
machine, driving me crazy!

"Yeah, you like that? You like to take it up the ass, bitch? Come on, show
me how much you like it!  Cum for me!"

His ranting and ministrations pushed me over the edge, and I began filling
my mouth with a load of cum, as I moaned around my dick.  Cum was leaking
out of the side of my mouth, so Todd knew I was cumming.  "Yeah, bitch,
cum!  Show me how much you love it!"

I swallowed until there was no more, and then took my mouth off of my cock.
"Whoa! That's a bit rough!" I said.

Todd shook his head, as if coming out of a dream.  "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I
don't know what came over me!" Todd said, lowering his gaze to look at the
floor.  He moved back to sit in the chair, and buried his face in his
hands.

"Dude, it's okay," Ed said, sitting down next to him and patting him on the
back.  I sat on the other side and told him I was fine, but suddenly, he
was bawling, and snot was running from his nose, and he was blubbering.  I
couldn't understand a word he said, but I grabbed onto his shoulder and
held on to him until he stopped.

He wiped his face and nose on the sleeve of his shirt, and got himself
under control.  "Sorry," he said.

"You want to talk about it," I said.

He sat for a moment, and then nodded his head.  He began telling his story
through gasps and sobs, and some hesitation to begin with, but then it was
like you couldn't turn off the faucet.

"My dad, when I was 11 or 12, and my mom had left, would come home drunk.
He would come into my room and wake me up.  He told me I needed to make him
feel better.  I didn't know what he meant.

"He ripped my pajamas off and pinned me to the bed.  He forced his dick
into my ass and began to fuck me.  It hurt like hell, and all the time he
would call me his bitch.

"It didn't take him long to cum that time.  After that, he told me I was to
sleep naked, and my job was to take care of him.  The first time he made me
blow him, he forced his dick down my throat until I gagged.

"He laughed, and told me I'd get used to it; that all good bitches
did. After that, he came home drunk at night and would come into my room
and fuck me.

"Then he started a routine of having me blow him every morning, and he
would fuck me at least once every night.  He told me I couldn't wear
clothes when I was home, and I wasn't to have any friends over, unless I
wanted them to watch him take care of his bitch.

"High school was terrible. I didn't have any friends, and I had to take
care of the house.  I did all the dishes, laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
I did most of the shopping, except for the booze.

"He said I wasn't old enough.  But one night, he took me down to the liquor
store and introduced me to Mr. Thomas, the owner.  He took me into
Mr. Thomas’ office and told me to strip.

I did, and Mr. Thomas fucked me really hard.  He was smaller than my dad,
but he was almost rougher.  Anyway, after that, I could purchase liquor for
my dad, as long as I took care of Mr. Thomas now and then.

"My dad started having poker parties.  He would laugh and say, 'Poker
parties, get it? Every one is going to poke her, my little bitch!"  He
would pass me around to all his pals.

"I would get in fights at school, and was always in trouble there.  So when
I turned 17, I ran away from home, and joined the army.

"The army was tough, but not as bad as my dad.  At first, I thought I was
supposed to be the drill sergeant's bitch boy. It seemed like the normal
thing to do.

"Some of the guys found out about it, and I got transferred to a new base
when I completed basic.  A guy there took me on, and became my mentor.

"He got me work in construction, and when I got out, got me a job here
doing construction.  And I've been just getting by with Mother Thumb and
her four sisters, until you guys came along.

"And then it just all came back in a snap.  I wanted you to be my bitch,
and let me take out all that pent up frustration on you."

He looked at us.  "I am sorry."

"Hey, that's a load you shouldn't have to carry around."  I hadn't thought
that this kind of thing existed.  I naively went along being an
exhibitionist, thinking I could never hurt anyone doing this; it's all fun.

Before the clothes were dry, a man and a woman came into the laundromat.
They looked at Ed and I naked.  The woman smiled, and took a good look at
both of us.

The man said, "What are you two? A couple of perverts? Get some clothes on,
or I'll call the police!"

Since our clothes weren’t dry yet, we didn't think we had any
choice, but Todd's clothes were dry, so he got us each a pair of old gym
shorts, and gave them to us.  We took our time getting dressed, because the
woman was still staring at us.  "Nice asses, boys," she said.

Which seemed to make the man more upset. "Shut up, Susan.  Don't encourage
them!"

So Ed and I stood next to Todd while he folded his clothes. He didn't seem
to want to talk any more about his past, since the couple arrived, so we
talked about the work he did, movies, music, and life in general.

We helped him fold his clothes, and I took special interest in folding his
boxer shorts.  I wondered what he would look like in just them, and would
his dick stick out through the fly?

By the time we were done folding his clothes, ours were ready.  We really
didn't have a lot, so it didn't take long to fold them.  We did, however,
strip off Todd's shorts and put ours on.  The woman caught us, but not the
guy with her.

I was getting boned up, so I turned so she could see my crotch, before I
pulled up my shorts.  She gave me a big thumbs up.  Then she held her thumb
and forefinger apart about an inch, and used her other hand to point at the
guy she was with.

This caused all of us to burst out laughing.  We gathered up our stuff and
went outside to the parking lot.  Todd's truck was parked not too from our
car.

We got Todd's information, and said we wanted to get to know him better.
He smiled sheepishly and said, "Really? Even after that outpouring of crap
I did in there?"

"Yeah, probably even more so," Ed said kindly.

"Hey, let's give him a souvenir to remember us by," I said.  I pushed my
shorts down and handed them to him.  Ed did the same.  Todd stood staring
at our naked bodies once again.

"You two are two wild and crazy guys!"  He smiled, shook our hands, and got
into his truck.  He started the engine, backed up, and left the parking
lot.

Ed and I went over to our car, unlocked the trunk, and put our clothes in
the back.  Rex was busy taking shots of everything going on in the parking
lot, and the fact that we were walking around naked (again).

On the way home, we stopped at a grocery store. We got out, went to the
trunk, and got out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear.  Then we went
inside.

Ed had the idea of jerking off on the jerky display in the store. I was
almost instantly hard at the idea.

Before Ed found the jerky, we found an aisle with this dude walking down it
looking for something.  He seemed to be in his forties, a bit chunky, and
about 5' 10".  He had red hair, and that is a turn on for me.  I think
red-headed guy’s are so cute!  Especially their bright red pubes.

He was really eyeing Ed and I up, as we pretended to also be looking for
something.  I put my back to the guy and pushed down the back of my shorts.
Then I raised the tail of my t-shirt, so he could get a good look.

He didn't go running off, so I stood there and let him get a good look at
my ass, as I walked down the aisle.  Then I turned and walked towards him.
I pushed down the front of my shorts, until my dick was sticking over the
top.  I held up my t-shirt again and walked towards him.  He continued to
stand there, watching us with amazement in his expression.

Not to be outdone, Ed pushed his shorts all the way down, and stepped out
of them.  He walked up to the guy and began stroking his cock for the guy
to see.

"You are fucking hot looking guys," he whispered.  "But don't get caught.
The manager is a real asshole!"

He reached out to run a hand between Ed's legs, then cradled his balls,
then ran it along the shaft.  "Nice!" he said.

I moved up so he could do the same thing to me.  He groaned, as he did it
again.

"Do you want to go out to your car? Then you could do whatever you want?"
Ed asked him, stroking himself when the man had removed his hand.

"Yeah, that would be hot!  But I got a kid in the car, and I have to get
back to him and get home to the wife." He looked up at our face then, and
said with a huge smile, "But I sure would love to!"

He reached out and gave my dick another rub.  "Fuck! Would I love to get
some of that!"

He shook himself, as if to come back to reality.  He grabbed a box of
cereal off the shelf and headed towards the front of the store.  He looked
over his shoulder one more time, before he turned the corner for the
registers.

Ed put his shorts back on and I pulled mine back up.  Rex had gotten the
whole thing on camera.  He was smiling and adjusting his crotch.  We were
going to have to let him get some relief here soon.  He had been watching
us for a couple of hours, and I didn't think he had cum during that time.

Ed found the jerky rack and took out his still hard dick.  Rex got
positioned to video it.  Ed held up his t-shirt and began stroking over the
bags.  Ed can shoot pretty quickly, when he wants to.  He once told me he
has a series of images that he runs through in his mind, that push all his
buttons; mostly images of himself being naked for people who are dressed,
and they are telling him to do all sorts of things.

Anyway, it wasn't long before Ed shot several globs of cum onto the
packages.  He was laughing, as he pumped the last couple of drops out.  "I
wonder what the person that picks up one of those bags is going to think?"

"Depends on how soon they pick it up," Rex said, smiling.

We bought some drinks and headed out to the car.  Ed must have had the same
idea as I did, because he got in the back seat with Rex.  "How about you
give the camera to him and I'll give you a blow job in the back seat?

Rex smiled, handed me the camera, then unzipped his shorts, and pushed them
and his boxers to the floorboards.  I moved around so I could film this.
Ed lowered his head into Rex's lap, and started working on Rex's rigid
dick.

Rex held on to Ed's head, but leaned back in the seat, enjoying the
ministrations of Ed.

Ed is a damn fine cock sucker, and really knew how to get Rex going.  Rex
started moving Ed's head up and down in his lap, while he moaned.

He kicked off his shorts from one leg, so he could spread them wider and
give Ed more access.  Ed licked a finger, and then inserted it into Rex's
hole.

There was a gasp from Rex, and Ed began to wiggle his finger around.  Rex
tensed up then, and I knew he was engulfed in the feelings of the moment,
and blowing his load down Ed's throat.

"Oh, Fuck!" Rex said, holding Ed's head all the way down, so Ed had all of
Rex's dick in his mouth.  Ed continued to swallow, until Rex grabbed his
hair and pulled him off his sensitive dick.

Ed came up with a smile, while he wiped his lips.  "Was that good for you,
little buddy?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Rex said, still leaning back and letting his muscles
relax, and his breathing return to normal.

He smiled, and, with eyes still closed, said, "You can do that all night
long and I won't mind!'

Ed laughed and said, "I think your cock might get a little sore if we did
that all night."

Rex laughed, "You are probably right!"