Please read the first chapter of “Straight Male Exhibitionist” before reading chapter two.
Hello. My name is Tom and I am an exhibitionist! Luckily for us exhibitionists there is no “Exhibitionists Anonymous.” We can just enjoy our perversion. I became an exhibitionist before I knew the meaning of the word. I have many stories to tell. Unlike most exhibitionist stories mine do not end with phony head jobs, hand jobs or wild sex. I don’t know why writers have to end with a fantasy sex scene. My stories are usually short and end with the audience leaving laughing and giggling. This makes me so horny that I have to jack off. I do not feel guilty or believe any of the psychobabble I read about. I do not try to shock anyone. The audience usually thinks they caught me unaware or by accident at first. I’ve talked with and emailed many straight male exhibitionists over the years. Most have experiences similar to mine. We all can spot the fantasy part of the letters.
In my first story I told how I heard my sister Terry say, “I saw Tom’s. It’s big and has hair on it.” This chapter takes place about a week later. During this time I had tried to figure a way to expose myself to them. I didn’t want to just drop my pants. I wanted them to see it while I pretended I was unaware of it.
The house we lived in was still partially under construction. In the unfinished basement there was a partitioned off space where we changed into our swimwear. I had tired getting caught naked down there, but that didn’t work. I was getting frustrated. Hearing the girls giggling about seeing my cook had given me the hardest hard on I had ever had. I knew I had to have that again.
We lived in the country. And a river flowed through the property, so we used to swim in the river everyday. Anchored about one hundred feet from shore was a large raft that we would all swim out to and horse around; loafing, jumping off and pushing each other off the raft.
One hot afternoon Ellen, Terry, Ruth and I swam out to the raft. I was wearing a pair of boxer type swim shorts with a full built in jock strap. While I was on my back getting a suntan I noticed all three of the girls had positioned themselves so that they could see up the leg of my shorts. This caused my cock to start swelling. It got as hard as it could in the confined space of the jock causing a large bulge and becoming very uncomfortable. I rolled off the raft into the water to swim awhile. Nothing was said about the bulge in my shorts.
Now I knew how I could expose my cock to them and make it look like an accident.
Later that day I went into the basement to remove my wet swim shorts and hung them up to dry.
While I was standing naked, hanging up my wet swim shorts my cock got rock hard, remembering the girls trying to see my cock. I had to jack off before I could get my pants on.
Planning my next move, I searched around until I found an old pair of boxer type swimsuit of mine. They were a little tight but still usable. I took them upstairs to my room and using a pair of scissors, I cut away part of the jock so my cock would be partially visible while I was lying on my back. I wasn’t sure what I was doing at the time and didn’t want to frighten the girls so I figured I would just give them a little peek.
The next day I went down into the basement and changed into my altered swim shorts leaving my good ones hanging on the line. And then the three girls and I swam out to the raft. We did our usual horsing around. When I lay down on my back the girls were still in the water. They all swam to the edge of the raft where they could see up the leg of my shorts. And as soon as they started looking at my cock, it started to get hard. As it slid part way down my right leg, I placed my arm over my eyes and pretended to doze off. The girls were whispering and giggling. I now wished I had cut the whole support out of the shorts. This was going better than I had hoped. My cock still could not get all the way free and again this became uncomfortable. Again I rolled off into the water.
We continued swimming and talking, the girls not saying a thing about the little show I put on.
That day I hung up my wet altered shorts next to my good ones on the line. I planned on tearing out more of the support once they were dry. Once again, I had to jack off to get my clothes on. I was amazed at how turned on I got every time they peeked at my cock.
The next two days were Saturday and Sunday. Our parents, and our uncle and aunt were home so we behaved ourselves. Come Monday, when I went to put on my swim shorts I noticed my good ones were missing and only the altered ones were there; but someone had torn out a little more of the support. I myself hadn’t had time to do it over the weekend. But the girls had just changed into their swimwear while I waited upstairs. It seemed to me that they had left a clear message.
Now that I knew they were also enjoying our little “Let’s pretend” game, I carefully tore out ALL of the support. There would not be anything hidden. I could feel the breeze on my cock and balls as I walked with the girls towards the riverbank - in fact I had to be careful my cock didn’t hang out in full view! Again we all swam to the raft, and while they were in the water I climbed up onto the raft. As soon as I could I was on my back with my legs spread wide. I could tell my cock was in full view of the three girls in the water; by the way they were hovering around the edge of the raft. The girls were whispering and giggling again.
I placed my arm over my eyes, as if to shade them from the sun. I shifted around until I could see the girls looking up the leg of my shorts. I felt my cock starting to get hard as soon as they looked at it. They continued whispering and giggling as they climbed aboard the raft, and moved in for a closer look. My hardening cock rapidly slid down my leg. When my cock moved out of my wet shorts, I could feel the hot sun on it. The harder it got the more heat I could feel from the sun. I peeked out from under my arm to see that the girls were staring at my hard cock with rapt attention.
Now that what they had been trying to see was right there in front of them; they were no longer whispering or giggling. They just silently stared at it. I wished I could know what they were thinking and feeling, but they didn’t look shocked or frightened. All three of them had small smiles on their faces. Their smiles really made me horny. They were obviously enjoying looking at my hard cock as much as I was enjoying exposing it to them.
I could feel the cool wet material of the swim trunks on my balls and the still unexposed part of my cock. Because the wet shorts constricted part of my hard cock, it could not stand straight up or flop up onto my stomach. My cock was soon as hard and as big as it was going to get. It was pointing up high enough that I could easily see the head and part of the shaft as I peeked from under my arm. I could also see the girls’ faces as they stared at the big hard cock.
I felt great. They were really turning me on as all three of them watched my hard cock throb. It was as if their eyes were caressing it. We all seemed to be enjoying this. I shifted around a little now and then until I couldn’t get any more of my cock out into view. The looks on the faces of the girls told me they were happy to be seeing what was sticking up in front of them. The sun felt great. I could feel the cool breeze moving across the pre-cum on the head of my cock. I felt the pre-cum running down my cock. I knew the three of them had to be watching the pre-cum puddle grow on the raft. I had never felt so turned on.
My plan had worked. My cock was fully exposed to the three girls. I had a rock hard, hard on. What was I going to do now? I realized that I hadn’t thought this plan through to the end. I could see the three girls looking at my erect throbbing cock. Should I pretend to wake up and see what would happen? If I did, that would end the game of “Let’s pretend” that we had been playing. Would they be embarrassed that I caught them looking? Would they pretend to be upset?
Even with these thoughts going through my mind my cock remained hard and throbbing. Before I could decide, my body solved the problem. I felt something I didn’t expect; I felt as if I was going to cum. All I could think was “Oh my god! It feels like I’m going to have a wet dream while I’m fully awake.”
As the girls watched I shot a load of cum right toward them. Their eyes got wider than I had ever seen them as they sat there with their mouths hanging open. I could feel my cock throb and squirt load after load of cum. Once I knew my cock was drained of cum and started to wilt, I pretended to wake up. I acted as if I was confused. “What happened”? I asked. They all started talking and pointing at once. “What caused that?” they asked, pointing at a very large white puddle of cum on the raft between my legs. I told them I was sorry they had seen that happen. I explained that I must have had a wet dream. Then I had to explain about wet dreams. Then they wanted to know what I was dreaming about. I told them I didn’t want to talk about it. I promised to tell them someday if they promised not to tell anyone what they had just seen. They readily promised.
I rolled off into the water. They followed me into the water. All four of us splashed water onto the raft to clean off the rapidly drying cum. When the raft was clean we swam home.
One thing was a relief, this time after hanging up my wet shorts; I did not need to jack off to fit into my clothes.
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