Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2018 09:41:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: CONFESSIONS OF AN EXHIBITIONIST - PART 4

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Confessions of an Exhibitionist

Chapter 4

It had been several months since Phil and I had split up.  We were still
friends and met for sex from time to time, but we had effectively grown
apart.  I still enjoyed indulging my exhibitionist side like my visit to
the woods, but I must admit that I was missing the pleasure of lying down
next to a guy and knowing that he would still be there in the morning.

I leaned across and kissed Robin tenderly on the lips.  He responded and as
our tongues explored each other's mouths, the kiss lengthened and it
gradually became less tender and more passionate.  This boy was insatiable.
I was not complaining, but I was definitely a bit surprised.  On second
thoughts, maybe it wasn't so surprising – here he was a healthy guy in
his early twenties who had hidden his sexuality for several years and now
he had discovered someone who was gay and totally relaxed about it.

Anyway, our bodies moved closer together.  Our limbs became entwined.  The
kiss seemed never-ending.  As my hands explored Robin's chest and gently
squeezed his nipples, I felt his fingers caressing my balls and the
sensation spread warmth through my abdomen and especially to my cock which
was soon pumping out precum as if it was about to go out of fashion.

As we had both recently released our passion, there was no urgency and now
we could take our time exploring each other's bodies.  We caressed, we
fondled, we licked, we sucked.  Sometimes we were face to face, sometimes I
was snuggled up to Robin's back gently exploring his chest, allowing my
fingertips to brush against his erection and beautiful balls.  Later on we
had moved over so that our positions were reversed and Robin's hands
fondled my erect nipples while he breathed gently in my ear.  As he moved
down my body he came to my shaven cock and balls.  He had seen earlier that
I was shaven all over below my neck.  Then he had not made any comment, but
now he decided to ask questions, all the while gently fondling my balls and
running his other hand slowly up and down my member.

I was in bliss – there was an attractive guy playing with my body,
pressing all the right buttons and I had the opportunity to talk about my
favourite subject – me!!!  I explained that I had started shaving my
chest and leg hair in order to help with my swimming.  I had liked the look
and had experimented with removing the hair in my armpits and finally I had
started shaving my cock and balls.  I really loved how this had the effect
of making me look vulnerable.  This was at the time when Phil and I were
still an item and he had offered to keep me shaved all over.  I really
loved the sensation of standing there totally naked while he applied lather
and ran a sharp blade all over my body.  He always paid special attention
to my cock, balls and crack.  Even now that we were going our separate ways
he would come over when I asked and shave me again.

I explained to Robin that I am an exhibitionist and that it is very
important for me to look my best for when I go looking for exhibitionist
fun in public and semi-public areas.  The look of vulnerability is
definitely a turn on for me and appears to do the same for other guys.
That way I think Robin understood why I wore shorts a lot (I especially
like the sports shorts from Addicted), even when the weather was definitely
getting cooler, and he appreciated why I always bought shorts one or two
sizes too small.  I wanted to make sure that the guys who saw me would not
have tax their imaginations overly, but would see immediately what was
available.

Then I think we came to a slight problem.  Robin was quite happy for me to
take a pride in my appearance.  He was happy that I wanted to display my
body either semi-clothed or 100% naked in front of him and other people I
knew, like Phil or the guys in the swim team.  But he just couldn't get his
head round the fact that I enjoyed stripping and having sex in public with
total strangers.  In fact, it wasn't just that he did not understand, in
reality he disapproved.  His disapproval was not only on the grounds of the
risks I was running of being caught and hauled off to the local police
station.  He felt that I was being something of a whore and that I ought to
`save myself' for one lover.

`Look, Robin,' I said.  `It's difficult to explain, but I think I can show
you what I mean.  Just do what I say and I think you might start to
understand.  Get out of bed and go and stand in the middle of the living
room.'

Off he went and I quickly got dressed – underpants, jeans, t-shirt,
socks and shoes.  I felt rather strange being in my flat and fully dressed!

I went in to the living room and saw him there standing naked in the gloom
of the unlit room.  The only light was what was filtering through the
closed curtains from the street lights outside.  I switched on the light
and went over towards him, saying, `Put your feet shoulder width apart.
Put your hands behind your head.'  He did so and I slowly circled him,
enjoying the sight of a good-looking guy standing naked in my living room.
His cock was not erect, but I could tell that it was slightly enlarged.  He
was obviously feeling something of the vulnerability that excited me so
much when I succumbed to my exhibitionist tendencies.  I continued walking
round him, inspecting his body and noticing that his cock was growing
slightly.

`How do you feel?'

`I'm not sure,' he replied.  `A little uneasy.  Very naked, especially as
you are fully clothed.  But a little excited too.'

I smiled.  I got closer to him and said, `I think you are excited because
you feel that you are on display naked in front of someone who is fully
clothed.  You are vulnerable, but you still have some control.  But now
take your hands off your head and start wanking.'

Unsure, he did what I said and quickly his shaft rose towards full
erection.  He started tweaking and teasing his nipples to heighten his
excitement.

`Are you enjoying this?' I asked.

`Yes,' was his simple reply.

I told him to stop and put his hands back behind his head.  Then I stood
behind him.  With my right hand I grasped his cock and slowly stroked it.
I could feel it harden more at my touch.  I gently moved my left hand over
his chest, rubbing his erect left nipple.  After a few minutes I asked him
again how this felt and whether it was better than when he was doing it
himself.

He smiled.  `Yes, definitely better.  Far more erotic.  I feel really
turned on by this situation.'

I explained that I thought that was because he had handed more control over
to another guy.  That he was turned on by being naked and vulnerable and
without control over when or whether he would cum.  Reluctantly, he agreed
with me.

I went on, `That is the sort of excitement I get from being naked in front
of strangers, from handing control over to them, from running the risk of
being caught having sex in public.'

Robin thought for several minutes while I continued playing with his body.
I became aware that he was about to cum and so I stopped.  He looked
disappointed, still standing there with his hands behind his head and
sporting a raging erection, his shaft glistening with copious amounts of
precum in the light.

`Are you beginning to understand the kicks I get from exhibitionism?'

`Yes, I think so, but I couldn't go as far as you.'

`I'm not asking you to,' I replied.  `I'm only asking you not to condemn me
for enjoying sex the way I want.  For me a huge turn on is giving up
control, being vulnerable and running risks.'

He hesitated, then said, `OK.'  After a moment he added, `But will you
bring me off now?  I really, really need to cum.'

I realised that he now fully understood at least part of my needs, so I
willingly brought him to a shuddering orgasm.  It's a good job that I have
easily cleaned laminate flooring and not carpets!

When we got back to my bed, Robin was exhausted.  He drowsily snuggled up
to me.

`Thank you for everything,' he said.

`The pleasure was all mine,' I replied to his deep, steady breathing.  I
thought to myself that I would reply to Phil's email in the morning to ask
him to come over to give me a body shave, not that it was necessary yet,
buy I thought it might interest Robin to see another aspect of my
exhibitionist side.


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To be continued