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SEXUALITY: Gay
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Late Night Laundry

After my divorce, I lived alone in a ground floor apartment in an apartment complex in town. It was on a quiet street and kitty-corner to me was the common laundry room. I used to stay up late at night. About midnight I started checking to make sure nobody was sitting right in front in the parking lot and I'd walk to the laundry room totaly naked and to my laundry. There was a large picture window in front (it was actually a converted apartment) and I would have the lights on and jack off in front of the window while waiting for the washing machine to complete. One night a car load of kids pulled through and I had just started jacking. I was still soft, but horny. I shot my load within seconds as they passed from the excitement without even getting hard!

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SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Showing off

I'm a young guy who loves social nudity. I often spend part of the summer on the naturist beaches in France and Italy. In the south of France, there's a strip of coastline where there are a few nudist beaches interspersed among the regular beaches. It's possible to make your way from one nudist beach to the other by walking through the clothed beaches with nothing on. This is a real thrill for me. I'm lucky to have a good physique, am hairy all over with quite a big penis, and I just love knowing all these people in their (unnecessary)swimsuits are checking me out. I really battle not to get a hard on, but otherwise it's a completely liberating feeling.

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SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: show-off wife

My wife is much younger than I. I met her in a bar where she danced topless. We have been married for nearly 5 years now and both enjoy her love of taking her clothes off for men to look at. We both like to see men get an erection looking at her body and that helps me get an erection. We will spend a lot of time riding public trans. like buses or if we spot a good looking cab driver we will climb in the back seat and Karen puts on a show for him. We actually had one driver stop and jerk off because of her performance in the back seat. We have to be very careful on buses because of children that may be on them but when we get the chance to show her off, we go for it. Book stores are another good place for her show off, because everyone in a book store like the one we go to is looking at hard core prono we feel very safe in letting her do far more than she would on a bus or in a department store, she once got so hot herself that she finally sat on the floor at the end of the back row of books and fingered herself until she came. At least 5 different men watched her as she did her thing and I enjoyed watching a rather large black man masterbate himself as he watched her. Since I am bi-sexual we have taken several men back to our place for sex but the large black didn't join us and we were both very disappointed.

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SEXUALITY: Homosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Apartment in Curitiba

I rented an apartment for the four days I was in Curitiba, Brazil, lately. It had floor-to-ceiling and wall-to-wall glass facing another apartment building just across the street. The weather was perfect, so I opened the sliding glass doors to assure that the view into my apartment would not be hindered by the tinted glass. As I always do, I measured my crotch height in various places--reclining on the sofa, standing at the bar (open underneath) separating the kitchen and the living room, standing in the middle of the living room, standing in the doorway to the balcony, etc.--and crouched down to determine which floors in the other building would be able to see me from the various locations. At the same time, I was paying attention to any movement that I saw in units across the street to see who I would be most interested in being able to see me. One apartment was occupied by a young male. He had to be in his late teens or early 20s. He often walked out on his balcony to scope out the views to my building and up and down the street (and maybe just to enjoy the fresh air). He saw me the first night and started crouching down to watch me (not realizing that I could see the top of his head). I just pretended I didn't see him. I stood at the bar facing him as I sliced limes and made caipirinhas. With my drink in my hand, I went to the TV, turned it on, and pretended that I was watching something that encouraged me to masturbate. From my earlier measurements, I knew that I had to be standing for him to see me, so I stood facing the TV (giving him a side view of me) and continued masturbating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him adjust his position on his balcony so that he could see me better. Because I wasn't supposed to know he was there watching (due to his supposedly being hidden by crouching down), I occasionally turned and walked to the doorway facing toward his balcony while still masturbating. The next afternoon when I returned to my apartment around 4:00 p.m., he had 3 friends with him. They were all about the same age. I figured he had invited them to see the show. I entered the apartment, opened the sliding glass doors, took off my clothes in the bedroom, and turned the corner walking into the living room while masturbating. I walked to the TV and turned it on and just stood there continuing to masturbate while I surfed channels. At first, the boys went inside and positioned themselves at windows to look at me. Later, they became bolder and came out on their balcony and crouched down and watched. Late teenagers being late teenagers, however, they didn't understand the "game"--that I was supposed to be unaware of the fact that anyone was watching. Rather than quietly enjoying the view, they stood up and began whistling and whooping. Well, that spoiled it for me, for it made me become a blatant exhibitionist keenly aware of being watched, whereas I prefer to be an "accidental" exhibitionist "unaware" that anyone can see me. I turned off the lights and closed the doors ending the show for them. They stayed around trying to see me again for about 1 1/2 hours, but then they gave up. The next night, the boys were back. I decided to give them a chance again. Well, they were learners. They didn't even try to hide, but they knew to be quiet. As long as they were quiet, I moved around my apartment in the nude, masturbated, and eventually ejaculated with them watching. That was so exciting. The final night, the boys were not there. Maybe they didn't expect me to still be there or maybe they had other plans or responsibilities. The building was large, however. There were many other units with views into my apartment. I knew that others had seen me previously and that I had only focused on the boys because I knew they were excited to be watching me. Since this was my last night with an early departure planned the next day, I figured there would be no complaints if I were more blatant. I spent much of my time in the bedroom, because none of the floor-to-ceiling glass was blocked by a balcony wall. When I walked around the bedroom or reclined on the bed, I could be viewed by people from four apartments on each of about 12 floors. A man sitting at a computer watched me. A married couple on their couch watching TV watched me. One of two guys living together would come to the balcony alone and watch me. I packed in the nude, pulled down the covers of the bed and reclined on top of them to read, and I eventually masturbated and ejaculated while on top of the bed with the curtains open and the lights on. I am happier when I am sure that someone is watching me. I would have been too obvious if I had been looking out to see who was watching, so most of this time I just had to hope that someone was looking. It was a great evening, however--the ending to a great four days exhibiting myself to others.

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