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.