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some people desire this exhibitionist fantasy

Fetish Flash


Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the

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very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high profile stadium in Denver.  A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

Mile High Flash


Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the

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masturbating while tantalizing about exposure

very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high-profile stadium in Denver.  A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

 

Naked Again Erection in Public


It was my first time working at a university and the idea thrilled me.  Driving directions, parking passes, finding the fine arts department, instructors, studios, etc.. The first time on campus for me was confusing and a little intimidating but I stayed focused  as to not be late for my appointment to take off my clothes and stand on a pedestal so  I may be viewed totally naked.  As I approached the off ramp to exit the freeway I had a few butterflies mixed in with the overall state of arousal I was feeling .  I had an erection since leaving home.  Entering the studio I was briefed on the poses and length of times by the TA, and then was on my own.  I searched for a dressing room or closet and there was none.  There was a foyer that was the entrance to this studio so I thought to undress there and stash my clothes behind a cabinet.  There was also a row of sinks for studio uses.  I was ready to make my entrance.  Entering the studio is the most intense cropped-handj-e1491563047512experience because being the model for the day ,  the subject of study,  every student has their eyes on me .  Watching how I walk ,  my movement,  looking at my feet and hands.  Some start sketching me even before I take the stage.  I am hired for this purpose, I can expect no privacy while in the studio.  I like walking in and without  pausing I am  naked before I make eye contact with anyone.   I walked in, found the stage,   dropping my robe as I stepped up to begin my first gesture pose.  30 seconds, 5 minutes, 1 hour.  no problem.  This is when I check the audience and notice the individual concentration each student has.  Some look only at my penis. it is so obvious.  Not a problem for me,  look all you want at anything on my body is openly on display for you.  When class was over I made my way to the room I used as a dressing room.  Closed the door behind me thinking how well things went.  I removed my robe stuffing it into my gym bag and turning to the sinks to wash my feet.  I was enjoying a sensuous   feeling ,  a tension after 4 hours of stimulation.  I fondled my half erect penis while beginning to wash my feet when I heard noises coming from all  around.  I was startled to see 4 doors open at once and the quiet room I was in was suddenly packed with students leaving classes ending .  A stream of student artists flowed 3 lanes wide like traffic on the interstate, tip to tail, bumper to bumper.  My clothes were across the way behind a cabinet out of reach.  My robe somewhere down stream.  I was without options except to stand there naked.  As embarrassing as this was,  I could do nothing but wait it out by the sink , unable to hide my now fully erect penis.  I felt the buzz of arousal increasing , with  my heart rate and respiration elevated  , a noticeable surge in rigidity of my penis seemed to defy gravity curving  almost straight up I glance down noticing a sparkle of pre-cum all within a few seconds.  ” Oh my god,” I thought to myself .   I had no way  to hide from view my  hard pulsating penis from the 75 or so art students  within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I saw only the startled faces with wide eyes looking  at my swollen penis then  a quick eye contact.  The hallway  echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying myself. I was in no position to deny it, as the erotic nature of my predicament played in to my exhibitionist core.  A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god.  he is naked, Oh my god.  did you see that?  he has a hard on.   That must be one of the models I heard one person say. A lot of things went through my mind as I wrestled the bundle of clothes from behind the cabinet, getting home topped the list. Heading to the parking structure, I walked slowly  thinking about what just happened.  I used my gym bag to conceal my erection as I walked across campus. The drive home was less hectic than the drive to the University, yet a bit of urgency   to get home with one thing on my mind.  I wasted no time once home through the front door locking the dead bolt behind me. I quickly threw off my clothes on my way to the night stand drawer  grabbed my lube laying back naked again, on my bed.   With delightful anticipation fondled my heavy  cock with my left hand,  how wonderful the  feeling  was.   I was surprised to hear myself let out a quiet moan as I applied the personal lube to my swollen penis.  Keeping  my phone close by in case of a call for me to model and get naked again in public. With this experience fresh in my mind,  I masturbated many times afterwords and continue to fantasize/recall the experience . Not sure what the demand would be for my services in my new-found trade. The construction jobs I worked full speed, sneaking away to 1 or 2 times a week to model.  That quickly changed excepting every booking  focusing on my new interest.  The best days are when I am naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm.  The pay is less than I am used to,  more cost in gas, I am fine with that.  The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled.  I have discovered  studio storage rooms are available as dressing rooms if requested.

Mile High Flash


Summer break, a day at a concert with friends,  forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal.   I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences.  Imagine  how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the very thing that excited me.   I  still masturbate  while remembering the details being naked in  public,  many times during an outing to a concert at a high profile stadium in Denver. A A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin  for the summer, staying a few days in ….  I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination.  Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We  jumped at the invitation to spend the day  for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off  Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levi cut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full  package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse.  I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating.  The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally.     Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides.  My attempts to get more coverage out of the  daisy dukes cutoff -levis by wearing them lower on my waist failed.  I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats.  I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies.  A  fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over,  drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation .     I was a closet  exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth.  My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal  twilight zone.   

mmm..I love the way it feels when it is erect.
mmm..I love the way it feels when it is erect.