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One hot day last summer I was lying out on my sun bed reading my newspaper. I became conscious of noises the other side of the hedge separating me from my neighbour behind. After a while the noises stopped and I had a feeling that I was being watched through the thin privet hedge. I was wearing my rather short shiny dark blue nylon shorts as I do in very hot weather I support my paper on my knees, which were raised and this has the effect of exposing my thighs and crotch. I was wearing underpants as there is no liner. However white shows up in sharp contrast to me or my shorts. My elderly neighbour is a widow and could have had a very good view of my nether regions from only some 15 feet or so. We do not often talk through the hedge, respecting each others' privacy, but when I do my annual hedge trimming she usually comes and has a chat. She would have seen my shorts on these occasions from a very short distance as I would be just the other side of the hedge and I would often not be wearing a shirt. I heard her call me so I approached the hedge. She said that she had a bulb that needed changing and asked me whether I would help. I said that I would be round shortly and that I should make myself more respectable. She said that there was no need for that and that I could squeeze through a thinner part of the hedge where I had cleared some "old man's beard" the previous autumn. I nonetheless put on my shirt that was on the sun bed. I struggled through the hedge with some difficulty and scratched myself in the process, but thought nothing of it. We entered the house and she drew my attention to the hall light. The light was rather high up and she produced a stepladder. As I stepped up to remove the old bulb, the ladder wobbled. She said that she would hold it steady. I had to climb up near the top of the ladder, and I am not good at balancing at the best of times. When I need both hands, I prefer to put one leg over the top of steps and down onto the top step from the other side to "hold on" with that leg. My neighbour is quite short and by now my crotch was just above her eye level. My underpants has rather weak elastic round one leg. As I raised my leg to place it over the top of the ladder, I felt one of my balls pop out on one side. I could not adjust anything without it being obvious, so I pursued my quest for the bulb and removed it. I asked my neighbour to take the old bulb and give me the new one. She did not respond immediately. I noticed that she was looking at me very closely and she was somewhat flushed. I repeated my request and she gave me the new bulb, while glancing upwards towards my shorts. I completed my task. When it came to getting down, I had to raise the same leg again and as the gap in the elastic was already open, the rest of my genitalia fell out. Nothing was said, but she was even more flushed. She thanked me and offered me a cup of tea. She said " You have scratched yourself and are bleeding. I will get some Dettol." I looked down and sure enough there was a small trickle of blood down my thigh. I had not thought that the scratch was of any consequence. While she was gone to boil the kettle, I took the advantage of readjusting myself. She reappeared and suggested that I sit on a stool in the kitchen while she attended to my "wound". I said the it was nothing, but she insisted. She knelt before me and again her eyes were on the level of my groin .She dipped cotton wool in the disinfectant and prepared to wash my leg. The scratch was near the top of my inner thigh. She grasped my knee and parted my legs, glancing upwards. I thought that she looked disappointed that there was nothing to see but a slightly inflated bulge in my underwear as I had become aroused from the thought of being exposed. She spent an inordinately prolonged time tending to my scratch, once or twice bumping her hand against my genitals. This served to excite me more. We sat in her living room to drink our tea. I was opposite her and she seemed to be taking more notice of me at leg level than my face. My chair was rather low and it caused my shorts to rise up my thighs and closely wrap my penis and balls, making a distinct lump. She rose to give me another cup and I glanced down noting that my underpants were also showing slightly. She suddenly appeared to have an idea and asked me that "as I was so good at climbing ladders", would I get something down from her loft. I had no option but to comply. We went upstairs and she pointed to the trapdoor. She said that I would have to stand on a chair to reach the catch. I brought one from the bathroom nearby. I stepped up onto the chair and as I did so, she put her hands on my legs "to steady me"! I had some difficulty in undoing the catch, but succeeded, and as I dismounted, her hands remained at the same height. This had the effect of their rising up my thighs and they brushed against the front of my shorts. I lowered the ladder with a special rod that she produced from the boxroom. I climbed up the ladder and realised that she was looking up intently. The top rung was well below the loft floor and I had to stretch up some distance to climb into the loft. This had the same effect as on the step ladder. She must have noticed, but there was no obvious reaction that I could see when I glanced down. I turned on the light switch, moved away from the opening to retrieve the case that she had said that she wanted, and took the opportunity to restore my apparatus. I heard the phone ring and she said that she must answer it and would not be a moment. I wanted confirmation that I was holding the correct case, so I waited. She was some time, and I then heard her say "Mary, go and help my neighbour, he is in the loft". I saw a young fair haired girl approach up the stairs. I said that I had a case and was it the right one. She said that she had no idea and would take it down to her grandmother. She began climbing up the ladder and had nearly reached the top as I knelt down to hand the case to her. As I bent, my elastic eased open again and all of me cascaded out under the strain right in front of the girl's eyes, which opened wide at the sight. I heard a quick intake of breath and her face flushed deep crimson very quickly. She rapidly descended the ladder and disappeared downstairs with the case. I thought that I heard a suppressed giggle. I again replaced my penis and balls in their rightful confinement and waited for the girl's reappearance with some amusement and arousal. I was still kneeling by the trapdoor opening when she came back up. She was still slightly blushing, but she would not have known that I knew what she had seen. Apparently that had been the right case, so I prepared to come down. She said that she had been told to hold the ladder while I climbed down, and was looking up as I tried to put my first foot on the top rung. This had the effect of stretching my underpants again and the inevitable happened. I could do nothing without making it obvious that some thing was awry. When I had got half way down and the legs of my shorts were at her eye level, she pointed out that I had not switched off the light. I could only climb back up in spite of my exposed state. By now, knowing that a pretty young girl had been ogling my privates, I had stiffened, and this made me project all too conspicuously. I still could not adjust things without showing that I was aware. I switched off the light, and looked down to see the girl all agog and grinning widely, although red in the face. She showed no intention of moving away as I again began to come down, so when I was half way down again, my penis was within a few inches of her face. I saw her move one of her hands as if to scratch her nose and it touched my penis. Whether intentionally or not, I could not tell, but it had the effect that I missed my step and fell on the landing floor. I had not really hurt myself, but did not get up straight away. She knelt down beside me, with one knee on the floor and the other one raised. She was near my head and I could see right up her skirt. She was wearing little white panties which were stretched over plump lips. There were no signs of any pubic curls even though the gusset was narrow. She asked "Was I hurt?". The lovely sight made me pause before answering, and she took the pause to mean that I was. She began to rub my legs safely down by my calves, but raised one of them. This really exposed me again and I tried to cover up by closing my thighs. This made me fall backwards and all was exposed. She said, as though she did not know, "What is that?" I sat up and asked her what she meant although it was obvious. I said "Have you not seen one before". She said not stiff like that. At that moment we heard a footstep on the stairs. The girl leapt up and I was able to roll over and tuck myself back, although with some difficulty due to the enlargement of my member. My neighbour reached the landing and found us pushing the ladder back up. "Get the chair for him to stand on while he does the catch, Mary," she said. " I will hold it to steady him." Instead, she held me as before, which elicited a giggle from the girl. "What are you giggling at?" the grandmother asked. "Nothing", she said. "Come downstairs, you are still bleeding. I will wash you again. Mary, bring the bowl with the disinfectant on the kitchen table into the living room." She sat me down on the sofa and proceeded to examine my thigh intently. Mary, returned and her grandmother said, "Mary, you should learn some First Aid. You wash his scratch this time." There was less room at the top of my thighs now due to my expanded penis I could see its outline through my tightly stretched shorts, and by the look on the girl's face so could she. She began to dab at my leg just above my knee with the cotton wool. My neighbour said, "Go up higher. The scratch is not down there." The girl, blushing, moved her hand up higher, tentatively. "What are you afraid of?", asked grandmother. "If you are to be a nurse, you will have to do things that people do not ordinarily do to strangers." Without asking me anything and as though I was not a near neighbour who she rarely had spoken to, she pushed me back without warning and began to pull down my shorts. My underpants started to come down as well. I am somewhat hairy and my pubic hair was very visible above my pants. As the shorts were now down by my knees and the leg of my pants had opened again, I sprang into view in all my glory. My throbbing member was now shiny and purple at the tip of my foreskin and it bounced up and down with a drop of precum showing. The girl was kneeling in front of me and I could see that she had only small mounds showing through her t-shirt. To be so rudely exposed to an engorged penis so near her face again was rather a shock. The elderly woman said, "You will have to get used to such things. You had better take his pants off as well." The girl, after a pause, reached warily for the top of my pants and started to pull them down. Her fingers became entangled in my pubic hair and I winced and she stopped with a giggle. She had to lean over me and because my penis was even stiffer now, it had to be bent down as she pulled at my underwear. When the top was lower my penis was under considerable strain and it then sprang up on release with some force, catching Mary on the chin with an audible thwack. She grimaced and wiped her face where the drop of precum had been rubbed off. I was lying there all exposed to view while still throbbing. "Now wipe all over his scratch." As I had no clothing on, my balls were dangling between my thighs. "Move them over." She had presumably never seen and certainly never touched balls before. She nervously cupped my balls with one hand while washing my scratch with the other. "Right now, what are we going to do with this fellow? We can't let him just throb away like this. We must help him. Mary, you can have a lesson in nursing a stiff prick. Not many girls your age are lucky enough to get such an opportunity so early in their teens. Watch me while I start to relieve him." With that the grandmother grasped my penis and started to stroke it gently up and down "This is how you do it. Take it in your hand and do what I did." The girl hesitated. "Go on. It won't bite." Her young inexperienced hand reached for me and touched my shaft with two fingertips. "No, not like that. Make a fist and rub up and down like I did." Mary tried again and began to masturbate me. Unless she had learnt about things from her friends, she would not know what was about to happen. As it was she became interested in her actions. The purple knob was disappearing and reappearing as she stroked me. She paused and examined my pulsing member, rubbing one finger over the end. I winced as it was rather dry, in spite of my excitement. The granny saw my discomfort and told the girl to lick her fingers first. This she did and then realised what she had been touching. She wrinkled her nose but then resumed pumping me. It was not long before I began to reach my climax. The girl must have sensed something, perhaps a tightening of my prick or a swelling of my knob, because she paused. "Don't stop now, girl. He will be in agony if you do." She began again. I tensed and then exploded. The first jet took her completely by surprise and it hit her in the face. She turned away and the second landed on her hair. Then the rest just oozed out covering her hand and dripped onto my pubic hair. " Now you are a real nurse," said granny. The girl looked at the mess on her hand and wiped her other hand over her face to remove the cum which had landed there. "It is sticky and slimy all at once" I lay there recovering but they took little notice of me at first. Then the girl suddenly seemed to realise what she had done. An innocent teenager one minute and then a series of experiences culminating in doing what she had only heard whispered about by her friends at school. She had not really believed all she had heard but now she would have her own real story to tell! As for me, I dressed quickly and slipped out into the garden and through the hedge. Little had I expected such a delightful outcome to my sunbathing. When will my neighbour peer at me again through the hedge? Will I be asked to help? Will her granddaughter be there? What would we do now that she has seen me at a disadvantage? Perhaps I can help with her further education!

SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
TITLE: A Nice Drive

This happened a few years ago in Fla, on A1A if you know the area. It was one of those hot nights couldn't sleep so I think of a nice ride to the beach and a quick dip in the water. Since it was late, 3:30 am I said to myself don't need to get my stuff wet I'll just skinny dip. The next thing I said to myself is that I really didn't need to get dressed since I was just going to jump in the water. So out I go to my car an old 71 caddy. No one saw me get into my car naked, the only thing that I had was my keys. On the way down St.Rd. 84 I passed a few cars but no one even looked my way. Left turn on to A1A while in the turn lane one car pulled up next to me on the right. I looked over and it was a older lady driving by her self as I looked at her I started to get hard because all she had to do was look my way and her would see that I was naked with half a hardon. Just my luck she didn't look so on with my trip. I was now fully hard so I did start rubbing myself lightly just cause it felt good. Now I was coming to the area where the clubs were but they were on my left as I had the beach on my right. I could see that there was some people walking on my side of A1A but most were walking the same way as me. About a block ahead of me I could see a group of about seven drunk girls standing at stop light on my side. I knew the way my luck was going the light would change before I got there and they would be on their way across the street, sure thing the light did change and started across, but then one of the girls fell down. Two stopped to help her up while the other ones crossed over. Now when I stop for the light they can see that I'm not wearing a shirt but that's not a big deal. As they were helping the girl back onto the curb she started to fall again. This time however as she started down she grabbed on to my car just by my window. She looked at me and my now rock hard cock and she giggled and pointed me out to her friends. They both came over to the side of my car to help their friend, both got a good look inside. One of them said "did you forget something?" She giggled too. "No my roommate dared me to drive up and down here for a half an hour". "I was doing good till your friend slipped no one could tell that I am naked, just you guys". "How much longer you going to be out here?" "Just started got about twenty minutes to go." "Well since you got to be out here that long could you give us a ride to our motel it's just a few blocks up the road?" "I don't have anything to cover myself with." "Yes but if you did you would lose the dare." "Jump on in then if you don't mind my lack of dress." Now I thought it was going to be just the 3 of them but I was wrong. She yelled to the other girls across the street that they had a ride. So now come the rest of them. "He's naked but he's cool it's a dare." Five of them get in the back and the druck girl sat next to me and the one doing the talking rode shotgun. The drunk kept saying he's naked and the others would laugh, now I'm as hard as I have ever been starting to leak a little pre-cum. She wasn't that drunk because she told the other girls he's leaking. Then she reached over and started to play with me as I drove. Some of the ones in back leaned forward to get a better look at what she was playing. I was hoping that she would get me off before we got to their motel,no such luck. I pulled over to let them out and she let go and kissed her hand then touched one last time and said good-bye. Two of the ones in back touched me lightly as they got out. I told them that I had to finish what their friend started. As they all stood by the side of my car the drunk said I want to watch him wait a minute. I looked at the one that I had talked with and said go ahead because she won't leave until you do it. I took over what she started with 7 girls watching every move I made. It only took me about a minute to cum and they all giggled and clapped for me. I wish I could say that they took me into their motel and had their way with me,but no such luck.

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