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A few years ago, I went to Chitwan National Park in Nepal. I had traveled by bus to get there from Kathmandu. The bus doesn't actually go all the way to the village. Instead, it stops at a bridge some distance outside of town. All the tuk tuk drivers are there hoping we would hire them to give us rides into town, and many of the guesthouse owners are also there hoping to get us to commit to staying at their places. I was traveling temporarily with an English family. We were overwhelmed by the crowd and hoping not to have to spend too much money. We didn't want to commit ourselves to a place unseen, and we didn't want to pay a high price for a ride into town. We eventually took a ride from a man who said the ride would cost nothing even if we decided we did not want to stay at his place. Well, as luck would have it, his place was rather dilapidated and was still too far from the village. The man from England, however, had taken the card from a guy at the bridge who had said he had a new place at a good price. We hadn't gone there immediately only because the owner did not have transporation other than a motorcycle. Somehow (I can't remember how now), we got into the village and found the other place. It was delightful--brand new units in a very convenient location. It only cost me $3 per night for my room with fan and private bath. The units were managed by the young son of the owner. Being a new business, he wanted to provide the best possible service in hopes that word would get out through us to other travelers and to the guidebooks that it would be a good place to stay. He discussed all the possibilities of things to do. We were most excited about trekking through the park and about taking an elephant ride through the park. He said he would come at 6:30 the next morning to make arrangements for the day. We wandered around exploring the village and found a good place for dinner. It was summer monsoon season, and rains came during the night. It was so hot and sticky that I wasn't even comfortable with a sheet over me. Since I am not comfortable sleeping unless I am in the nude, I just lay on top of the bed uncovered with the windows open and the ceiling fan running. I could tell that the rain would not let up, so I didn't make any effort to get out of bed when morning came. I did hear footsteps coming toward the unit around 6:30 and saw the young manager approaching. I decided to see what he would do if I pretended to be asleep. I was lying on my back and had my arm positioned over my head so that it looked as if I were sleeping that way. I was able to watch what he was doing until almost the last moment, however, without him being to see that my eyes were open. I guess because the lights were off and he was worried about awakening me, he walked to the window instead of going to the door. I quickly shut my eyes and was exciting knowing that this 19-year-old straight boy (who had told me he had a girl friend) was looking at me completely in the nude while I was reclining face-up. He didn't just look and move away. Nepalese are very modest, so they aren't used to seeing persons in the nude. That tends to make them more curious than they would be otherwise. He, therefore, stood there for about a minute looking at me before I heard him walk over to the door and knock. I jumped as if I were being awakened and yelled, "Just a minute." I grabbed my shorts and put them on and then opened the door. He told me it would be too wet to do anything that morning and that he would check back around lunch if the weather had improved. Well, the weather didn't improve for days. In fact, when I left there about 5-6 days later, the entire area was flooded and I was lucky to get on the last train leaving Nepal for India before they closed the tracks. So each morning, he would come at 6:30 to announce that the weather still was not good. Each morning, I decided to have more fun. The next day, I was awake by 6:00 and started masturbating. When he reached the porch and looked inside my room, I had a fully engorged penis. Since I was pretending to be asleep, it was as if he had approached while I had a morning erection. Again, he paused and looked before knocking on the door. The next day, I repeated with a hard-on, but instead of getting out of bed to put on my shorts, I just sat up at the end of the bed and opened the door while just barely covering my private parts with the top sheet. He stood there knowing he was talking to me while I was nude with the sheet just barely over erect penis. One day when the sun came out in the afternoon, he took me for a ride to the next town on his motorcycle. I put my arms around his body. The road was rough, so with each bounce, I let my right hand slowly work up under his shirt so that I was rubbing his soft, smooth skin. In time, I started rubbing back and forth against his belly with my thumb. At the same time, I was pressing down on the outside of his pants against the top of the base of his penis so that each bump on the rough road provided movement of my hand against it. It was soon obvious that his penis was becoming erect and rubbing back against my hand on each bounce. We made 2-3 stops. Each time, I placed my hand back under his shirt with the top half against his bare skin and and the bottom half on top of his pants bumping against his penis. He never objected or did anything to encourage me to hold onto him otherwise. Neither while I was there or since then have we never discussed any of this, but we still maintain contact after 4-5 years. He has now married the girlfriend and they have a baby. He continues to writes e-mail asking when I will return to visit again. When I do, I plan the same routine of exhibiting myself and arousing him again!

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Massage at Chitwan National Park, Nepal

While I was at Chitwan National Park a few years ago, there wasn't much I could do to pass the day as monsoon rains hit the area. The local barbershops there also provide massage for about $3 per hour, so I decided I would get a haircut and a massage. I chose the barbershop with the cutest barber, a young man probably 25 years old. He had a few friends in the shop visiting with him. Maybe some of them worked for him in some way. Anyway, after the haircut, I requested a massage. The barbershop was an open-front building, but there was a small room behind for massage with only space for a raised platform and standing room for the masseur. A hanging fabric curtain covered the door opening to the front room. The guys were all excited about a foreigner getting a haircut. Two of them even went into the back room with the barber and me. It was never clear whether they did it to watch or because they were assistants in some way. Having gotten massages in Kathmandu and elsewhere in Asia, I was used to being expected just to step out of my shorts and then cover myself with a towel as I got onto the table. I removed my shorts (which I was wearing with no underwear) while asking, "Do you have a towel for me?" Well, it quickly became obvious that they didn't normally use towels; the barber had expected me to have on underwear which he would ask me to leave in place. They were all shocked and excited. The owner was saying, "Oh my god, oh my god" while asking one of the other guys to get a towel to cover me. Realizing it would be awkward to backtrack and also wanting to expose myself to these guys, I just hopped onto the table waiting for the towel. I later realized I had made a mistake in another way, however. The masseur wasn't very comfortable massaging me with just the towel covering me, so he really didn't do much work other than above the towel and below it. When he went under the towel, he made sure to keep his distance from my private parts. Other than the fact that his hands were rather rough, it was a good massage though. Two days later, I went again for a massage. The masseur told me to leave my shorts on this time, so I unbuttoned them and unzipped them so that he could get his hands under them. There were short, wide leg opening, so there was no hindrance to his reaching any part of my body. He was much more comfortable this way. I was not exposed the way I had been before, but he was more thorough. Many times his hand bumped against my penis as he massaged up and under the top of my shorts. And coming up through the leg openings, his fingers would go up the underside of my leg and then pivot back up between my balls and my leg. This stimulation caused me to get semi-erect. Toward the end of the massage, he noticed my left shorts leg standing up. He grapped the fabric and pulled up on it (bumping the tip of my penis again in the process) and lowered his head to look up the leg of the shorts. His look exposed me to him again and verified the cause of the leg of the shorts standing open. Since he was trying to give a legitimate massage, he probably found it distasteful. The memories of his massages, of the excitement when I completely removed my clothes, and of his grabbing my shorts legs and looking up them while I was erect have often provided me with motivation while masturbating, however.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: How I Got Started

started when I caught my older sister watching me shower. At first I was angry with her for invading my privacy. When I asked her why she did it, she just said I don't know, but I like seeing you nude. Then she asked if she could look at me uo close. I layed down on the bed an let her explore me. I got more and more erect as she had me spread my legs for her, and pulled back the skin to expose the head. She seemed to be fasenated with me exposed. Soon I was letting her look when ever she wanted. I was really enjoying this. Then she asked me if one of her friends could look. I let them both examin me. That was a real turn on for me. After that I was always trying to let someone look at me including my mother. This was all amazingly exciting to me. Having a woman staring at me nude.It was such a turn on. When my girlfried came along, she let me know it was just hers and mine. No one else could look.Still at home I was letting my sister and mother see. When my girlfriend and I decided to get married my sister was so disapointed. She said she couldn't look anymore. I told her not to worry she could still see me whenever she wanted. The night before I got married she had me get undressed and examined me. I made sure my mother saw me and this time I was erect. After we were married I would expose myself any time I could. When my wife's mother or sister came over I would try to be in a bathrobe,that I could make fall open. This was so exciting to me. To see them look and seem to like it, but I always made it look like an accident. One time my wife and I went to the beach. We were on a blanket and I made sure I wore shorts that were loose enough to let them open, and of course no underware. Two girls put a blanket in front of us. After about a half hour one noticed that she could see everything. She told her friend and her and her friend watched every move I made. I got so hard knowing they could see. A few people walked by and noticed they could look. What a day I was having. Then my wife got up, and she noticed the girls in front of us looking and looked to see what they were looking at. She had a fit when she realized they were able to see everything. She yelled at me all the way home. Then at home she seemed to be in the mood to make love. Before we did I asked her to close her eyes and picture the women looking at me. Then asked her if she was more excited then mad. She carefully thought about it, and said she was excited that they had looked at me. Now my wife helps me expose myself to women. We went to a mall and I had on shorts and no underware, we sat on a bench and I spread my legs. I think about 15 females saw me that day. I closed my legs when kids went by. So now my wife joins in with me, and this has improved our sex life a lot. There are a lot of other stories I have about being on display. I love my wife even more for letting me, and helping me do this in a very discrete way.

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