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
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.
The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails. The beauty of the wilderness and nature brings out feelings of freedom, the perfect place to take off my clothes to satisfy a desire to be naked outdoors. I have had dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors, so, when riding my motorcycle, part of my rides resulted finding the best place to frolic about. A very erotic element always played out. Taking off my clothes as I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone. Leaving my clothes in a neat pile noting the landmarks so I can find my clothes later. My penis feels heavy and sways from side to side as I walked. After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape. I have been here before, my penis had stiffened and was throbbing furiously. I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree reaching as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree to the right. I climb as high as 12 feet struggling to reach a plateau of a mixture of physical fatigue and arousal. Sliding down to rest, then, resume climbing again at least 2 or 3 times to reach orgasm . This tree was thin and tall with no branches at the bottom. Branches are an annoyance but not a problem. While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in, was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment. I was in the point of no return, a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question. I was in the zone that is my favorite. On the edge, pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure begins to overwhelm all other concerns. What I mean is the concern that I might be caught had become a low priority. Reaching orgasm is most important. Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult. Ignoring muscular fatigue, pushing past the burn, I continue to cling to the tree. I am vulnerable, in my own world, my eyes are closed. I am no longer alarmed when I hear voices in the distance. I gamble that they would be on a different trail so I ignore it. A group was having a intense discussion, was getting louder. They are heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping. Three young ladies were on the path directly below me . The truth is, I could not stop, not now. I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how I must look, I did not care. On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming. As yet they had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike a few yards away. I am still struggling to stay in the tree but I am loosing my grip. I close my eyes hanging there naked .The girls began to move slowly along the conversation about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area. Feeling of fatigue and arm muscles burned, then was replaced with a flood pleasure , shooting my hot load with power not felt before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body. I could not hold on any longer. Slowly letting myself down, penis bouncing and rigid still dripping and wet. Turning towards where I left my clothes, I realized I had not gone undetected after all. Not far away, three young ladies had positioned themselves atop a cluster of boulders providing a unobstructed view. l hear whispers, giggling breaking into laughter. I see wide eyes watching me, my every move. I searched for my clothes they were not there , nothing to cover myself. Mean while being teased about my sexual deviancy, a freak, exhibitionist. I endured the humiliation, then something strange happened. I began to become aroused , this was such a turn-on.
via Naked Outside - Exhibitionist The thrill is addictive, the orgasm afterwards explosive.
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Typically I avoid driving during rush hour, but today was different. The drive was not a long one, but likely to be a slow crawl, even the bumper to bumper almost gridlock near downtown I excepted. Artist’s are always in need of live models draped and non-draped. (Non-draped only )is indicated in my profile in Studio Resources. Driven by a desire to put myself in scenarios that were once only of wet dreams and masturbation fantasies I daydream of recent experiences in the idle time. Upon exiting the freeway I began to feel a nervous arousal, a stirring inside, knowing I would be totally naked on display in a matter of minutes. I derive so much enjoyment from this it is amazing to me. I think about how the groups I pose for and what they think of me. The special times when the noisy restless atmosphere of the studio suddenly goes quiet when a twitch at first then my scrotum rolls tight. A intense throbbing persists pushing harder. Only whispers I hear once all are aware of what was happening on stage. I close my eyes feelings of humiliation seem to add fuel to the fire. I deal with that, motionless for minute after minute under the bright warm lights. I want this to last. Not everyone that reads my story will understand. I know some will.
I expose myself in a way, so revealing, providing most of those present with a clear view. Ij am blushing with feelings of humiliation as I set myself up for when arousal happens it would be impossible to settle down. In few minutes with no place to hide the classroom becomes quiet. So quiet, I was sure everyone could hear my heart pumping strong. I held the pose even though I could feel my penis , swelling and pushing in length, head engorged more than ever. Pre-cum flooded my urethra , pooling, shimmering in the light as it flowed from the tip. I stayed in the pose , opening my eyes to see all eyes studying my body , the witnesses of my deviance. Around me , whispers , quiet chatter, full attention . My entire body felt of pins and needles times ten when the first release of hot semen shot up landing on my shoulder, then chest, repeatedly , never had I experienced such glorious pleasure. I had not a concern what I would do after I ejaculated on myself in class on stage . An awkwardness feeling about my sexuality.