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Confessions of an Exhibitionist
Chapter 1
I felt the warm sun on my body, the cooling breeze which was gently drying the sweat on my chest and between my thighs. Opening my eyes, I saw the blue sky and the men surrounding me and enjoying the show I was putting on for them. I smiled and continued stroking my engorged cock, all the while admiring the wide variety of cock sizes and shapes above me. I was lying naked on soft grass in a clearing in the woodland and hoping that one or more of the guys there would stop looking, move closer and take over from my hands.
I thought back about half an hour to when I had arrived at the car park. I had driven right to the front of the car park so that the guys there would all clearly see what I was doing. I got out of my car and stripped off my t-shirt. I was sure that many of them had admired my smooth hairless chest. Some must have seen that my armpits too were shaven and I hoped that they would guess that I had had a complete body shave the previous evening. Wearing only my trainers and tight shorts which left nothing to the imagination, I had set off into the woods. Before leaving home, I had taken great care choosing the right shorts to wear – white, low-cut on the waist, plenty of Lycra in the fabric and two sizes too small. Yes, everyone must have seen my semi-erect cock straining against the material. That should be a turn-on for them and those who hadn't seen my bulge would have noticed my toned body – not overly muscular, but I swim a lot and that keeps me in good shape.
As I walked through the woods, I thought I could hear footsteps following behind me. I certainly hoped so. That was the whole idea. I wanted them to follow and watch the show I would put on for them. When I got to the edge of the clearing, I took off my trainers and shorts and walked naked out into the middle. There I laid down on my back. By now my erection was strong and full. With closed eyes, I felt the sun on my body and started gently stroking my cock. Yes, I could definitely hear movements. There were men coming into the clearing to watch and hopefully join in.
So there I was. This was bliss, being surrounded by at least a dozen guys who were getting off watching me, admiring me, while I wanked for their pleasure as well as mine. I sensed, rather than heard, movements and then fingers were massaging my erect nipples, fondling my thighs. I moved my hands away from my body to leave it open and available for anyone to enjoy. Someone started to stroke my balls and sensuously tickle the engorged head of my cock. I was in ecstasy. I moaned slightly as my senses reeled with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through all parts of my body.
Again I opened my eyes and saw many cocks being wanked and jerked. The guys they belonged to were of all ages and builds. I would guess they ranged from about 20 up to about 60, tall and slim through to short and fat. Although I prefer slim guys for a one-to-one session, at this moment the important thing was to be the centre of attention and to have guys – any guys – admiring me and what I was doing for them. Satisfied with what I had seen, I again closed my eyes and waited for what would happen next.
The guy working on my tool shifted his emphasis. He stroked gently all around the bell end. Just the lightest touch. The merest whisper of a touch. His fingers ran the length of my tool from base to piss slit, still the merest hint of a touch. This was more exciting for me than rough handling. A shiver of excitement ran through my every muscle and nerve. Could this joy be surpassed?
Shortly, the ultimate happened – I felt lips engulf my cock. At first just the head was in his mouth. He tickled the underside, the most sensitive part, with his tongue. This sent waves of pleasure throughout my body and all my muscles tensed. I forced myself to relax and enjoy that mouth which was now moving up and down my cock and the hands and fingers massaging my thighs, nipples and balls.
Suddenly I felt the first drop of cum on my chest. This was followed by others. I looked and saw several of the spectators bracing themselves for orgasm and this sent me over the edge.
My muscles spasmed. My back arched. I cried out with pleasure. I CAME!! Spurt after spurt of cum went down the guy's throat and, when he withdrew, they continued to land on my chest to join the contributions made by the others.
As I came down from the high, I realised that the others were gradually disappearing back into the woods. They were right – the show was over for today. I felt fully satisfied. I had had a great orgasm. I had put on a great show for the others. I was covered with many loads of cum. I rolled over on to my front and rubbed my chest over the grass in an attempt to clean myself up a bit. Then I was surprised to feel a hand on my arse. I looked up to see a cute guy about 30 years old and fairly slim. He was wearing red shorts and a white t-shirt and a really attractive smile. His t-shirt was tight enough to emphasise the outline of his toned torso, with his nipples fully erect. I smiled.
He said: `Do you have to go straightaway? I'd really like to fuck that arse of yours.'
I explained that I seldom liked to be fucked, preferring cock and tit play.
He looked disappointed, saying: `Seeing you writhing on the ground then wiggling your arse around has really turned me on.'
Again, I explained that it was quite rare for me to enjoy being fucked and so had to refuse, but we did exchange phone numbers and I promised Jim, as his name was, that if I ever needed a good fucking, I would contact him.
I found my shorts and trainers and put them back on and then made my way back to the car park. When I got there, I received a round of applause from the guys who had been with me earlier. I put my t-shirt back on and drove back home with a smile of satisfaction on my face. What a great afternoon it had been! But I would definitely have to shower properly before going on to my training session at the swimming club.
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To be continued