Hi, I’m James. I am a 33 year old man living a pretty normal life. I’m not overly attractive, I’m 5’11”, about 200LBS with a slight gut, brown hair, eyes, and beard. I’m married with three children; I’m college educated and work in IT. I go to church most Sundays and even participate on occasion. Nobody there knows my secret, that I am a closet exhibitionist!
I first discovered this excitement when I was about 10. I had the only room in the basement, with a window that was about level with the outside ground. I found that if I climbed on my dresser, I could take out the screen and crawl through the window into our side-yard that was not visible from anywhere else in the house. I was too young to have any real reason to sneak out my bedroom window, however I used to lock my door, strip off my clothes and climb through the window naked. The thrill I got of being outside completely nude was exhilarating! I was terrified yet thrilled at the prospect of being discovered, and quickly realized that I ached to be seen, but not by anybody that I knew, and definitely not caught.
My first opportunity to be seen came a little bit later, when I was old enough to wander a little further from home. Our town had train tracks running through the other side, and they went through several uninhabited areas. When walking near them at night the first time, coming home from a sports event, I saw the far-off light of a train coming down the tracks. I immediately felt this rush flow through me and knew that the driver of the train had to see me. All of me. I looked around to make sure I was alone, and stepped into the trees and quickly stripped off my clothes. I waited until the train was almost to me, then I stepped out of the trees into the blinding light of the train, in all my 12-year-old naked glory. I almost had a heart attack when the train blared its horn, it was so loud, but then I realized that it meant that the driver had seen me. Someone had seen me naked, for the first time since I was a little kid. For the first time in my life, I masturbated, right there into the trees.
The first time I got caught I was 16, and on the track team at school. I would run in the evenings, through the empty areas around our house. One evening I was running down a deserted dirt road, one that I had run down many times and had never seen any cars on. I decided to take off my clothes and jog in the nude for a few minutes, a feeling that I never get over, no matter how many times I do it. All of a sudden I heard the sound of a car approaching from behind, and I panicked. I attempted to put on my jogging shorts, but they got caught on my shoes, which I had left on to protect me feet. It was a minivan with several people inside, and the driver slowed down when she saw me to see if I needed any help. As soon as they saw that I was naked they drove away, and I heard them howling with laughter from their open windows. I was mortified, humiliated, and incredibly aroused. I masturbated to one of the quickest orgasms I had ever had, right there in the middle of the dirt road in the setting sun.
As I became an adult, I knew that I needed to find ways to be naked in front of other people without the possibility of getting caught and possibly arrested. A “sex offender” status was not something that I wanted. I discovered that deserted frontage roads on the side of rural freeways was a possible way to do this, although looking back I’m lucky that I didn’t cause an accident and get charged with manslaughter or something. I would park my card on the shoulder of the frontage road and take off my clothes (or sometimes I would take them off before I get there…driving naked – what a rush!). I would then make sure nobody was coming down the frontage road as far as I could see, and I would get out and walk down the middle of it, buck naked. I wouldn’t travel far from my car, so I could get back to it if anyone happened to come down my road, which sometimes cars did. The first couple of times were at night, and I would stand in the high-beams of my car; I don’t know if anyone could even see me. Then I got up the nerve to go out in the daytime. What a rush, to stand naked so close to hundreds of cars driving by. I never knew how many actually saw me, but I did get some honks, so I know at least some did. One time I squeezed through a hole in the fence separating the freeway and the frontage road and I ran all the way to the shoulder of the freeway and then back to my car with my rock hard penis flapping against my stomach, almost coming from the rush alone. Shortly after, I wised up and quit doing this (for a while) after a police officer drove by and stopped down the road a bit. I quickly hopped into my car and drove the other way, hoping he didn’t get my license plate.
As I got established in my career and started a family, my responsibilities took more time than my fantasies, and opportunities as an exhibitionist greatly decreased. They didn’t go away altogether though, but that’s all the time that I have now for stories.
James
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