Exhibitionism and the Exhibitionist

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SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Foul weather delights

Most of my exhibitionist experiences occur in the summer. Where I live (east side of the Cascade Mtns) it is usually hot and sunny from June to September, so I wear as little as I can get away with. My work cutoffs, my cycling tights, my kilt, and most of all my trusty speedos are quite revealing, and they are easy to slip out of when the urge hits me. Winter is exciting in its own way, as I hit the cross-country ski trails or snowshoe trails in my tights and sometimes even venture inside a cozy pub in my athletic attire. I get some appreciative looks from women (and even some men) and of course this excites me, so they can see when I grow hard. It sure helps to get through the cold dark season. I don my kilt or my tightest jeans (almost worn through in the crotch) and go dancing when a blues or reggae band comes to town, and I love to get "down and dirty" with the local hotties or tourists alike. My friends and I go "hot-tubbing" in various local inns, usually on weeknights when there aren't so many people about, and usually go nude as we don't always have suits when the urge hits us. A few times I have gone out walking in the snowy streets wearing only my boots, my Irish hat, my scarf, and a thick wool trenchcoat. I find a bench in a quiet park and let the coat fall open, the fridgid air making my nipples hard and my testicles disappear. My hard cock is as hot as ever, and I oil it up until it shines beneath the lamppost, then stroke it until I am on the verge of a powerful orgasm again and again. I get more daring then, and may venture out away from my coat. I have crossed the deserted streets, walkbridges, and frozen ponds and creeks in only my hat and boots, even made naked "snow angels", both front and rear view, in the middle of the local park, or strolled down alleyways where I could have been seen by anyone. I may jack off on a storefront window, then slink back through the shadows to my coat before I get hypothermic. Tonight it is raining, so I think I'll grab my trusty trenchcoat, my cowboy hat and boots, and drive downtown. My coat is wide open when I drive, hoping that maybe some pedestrian will look inside when I pass under a streetlight, and see my shiny hardon sticking up. I think that I will have to wear something (a tight thong at least) to keep my 7+ inch member from peeking out of the buttonholes in my coat and getting me in trouble. Maybe tonight will be the night I get lucky, that some woman (or women, or couple) will like what they see, and we can go to the next step! Happy showing and looking to you all!

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Hiding out near Hado Pt.

Very conservatively raised, I had a great fear and dread of exposing myself. When I was young, I dressed in baggy cloths and never showed off my body unless absolutely necessary such as in the shower at the gym. When we played sports often one side wore T shirts and the other side wore none. This made me most uncomfortable when I was on the topless side. Years later my work took me to Hawaii. This was my first experience in the tropics. I recall how my first experience with "flop-flops" caused me considerable apprehension. I felt exposed and highly vulnerable and got somewhat sexually excited by wearing them in public. Now this was a turning poing. Slowly I began wearing bathing suits and swimming and sunning myself. I grew to like it and grow more bold. On the north shore of this island ran an abandoned railroad right of way. The tracks were long gone but the path was fairly easy and the scenery gorgious. I began hiking there on weekends. I began to hike in flop-flops and enjoyed the sense of freedom and the airy feel. I wore short pants and a T shirt. I noticed that there were no other hikers up there. What would happen if I took off all my cloths and hiked nude? I doubt if this thought occurs to everybody but it obcessed me greatly. I would get hard just thinking about it and long for the weekend when I would try. I was so scared of being seen that the first time I did this I hiked up maybe a mile or so to check out the area. No one at all. The sun was hot and the wind fresh and the mountains and sea deliciously wonderful. I took off my T shirt and went 1/4 mile like that. My dick began to get hard with anticipation. Then at the right moment I took off my pants and underware and stood stark necked. My boner got hard, hard, hard. I wondered why I had never done this before it was so wonderful. But then I really did not have the opportunity. I strolled about another mile with my shorts at the ready in my back pack. There was a little beach with some rocks just off shore. I was really up on swinmming so I went in the cool water and swam out to the rocks. I climbed up and lay on my back with my dick in the air. I had never been so happy in my life. Fear of sun burn spured me on. I was determined to get to Hado Point in the nude. There was a thrill about this. Maybe I would be seen! No, that would be too much but there was delight in this. I made it to Hado Point hyperviligent of others watching. There with the surf crashing and the wind blowing and the sun hot on my back I lay on the sand and slowly jerked off. I came like never before in a gush of pleasure. On the return I hurried a bit as the sun was getting a bit low in the sky. I had not gone very far when I noticed in the new light a strange sight just below the cliff I had just passed. It was a camaflagued (spelling, sorry) position of army troops on maneuvers! I had hiked past them nude with a super hard boner bobbing up and down in the breeze and then jerked off right in front of them. I did not know what to think at the time. I dressed and ran to the car. Later that night I jerked off just at the thought of what had happened. And that began a wonderful career of exhibitionism. Oh, by the way, I still get a bit excited at wearing flip-flops in public. You can just imagine how excited I get wearing nothing at all.

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