Author: madexhibitionist

Wearing [m]y headphones

This is a true story that I’m almost ashamed to tell, but it gives an insight as to how powerful my exhibitionist urges can get.

Too many years ago, on a warm sunny afternoon during school holidays, I lay naked on my bed with my eyes closed, gently masturbating while listening to music through headphones. A splash of sunlight fell through the window to warm my slender frame, and I felt completely at peace. I had the house to myself, nothing that needed doing, and nowhere to be. I’d been edging myself back and forth towards orgasm for a long time, totally immersed in teenage sexual ecstasy. While one hand kept my cock stimulated in time with the music, the other explored my body. I gently pinched my nipples, stroked my belly, squeezed my balls. I allowed a finger to explore my anus, but didn’t insert it yet, as I wasn’t quite ready to cum.

I move around a lot when masturbating; my legs and back tense in rhythm with my hand. I spread my limbs wide, touching myself with no inhibitions. There’s an extremely visible demonstration of sexual energy! Read more »

How I became an online exhibitionist [m]

This is true.

Here I am again, sitting at my computer fully erect whilst watching people upload pornographic pictures and videos of myself from my computer over a very popular file sharing network. Each new upload turns me on a little more. Who’s just seen that photo? Was it a neighbor? A friend? A colleague? Maybe even a family member.

Is there someone that knows me personally sitting at a computer right now, aroused and shocked, wondering how they’re going to look me in the eye next time we meet? Will they close the picture and try to forget what they saw or will they download another? Will they masturbate?

I was an early adopter of home internet access. In the dial-up days, the delivery of porn was very different; it was mainly distributed via Usenet or various types of file sharing software. The software was simple enough to use, but if it wasn’t set up very carefully, it was easy to share a lot more than intended! Read more »

Strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross [group][m/m/m/m/m/m/m/m]

This is a true story from the Bournemouth gay sauna-bar at its old location, when it had a dedicated playroom. Locals will know what I mean.

The sauna-bar was huge. Half of it consisted of showers, saunas, hot-tubs and the like. Separated by a bar in the middle, the other half was a dark labyrinth of rooms. Some were private, some had mirrored windows and some contained toys. At the very back of this maze through a barred door was a bondage playroom replete with a lovely assortment of equipment. I’ve had many adventures in that place, but this was my favorite.

In a dark corner of the playroom lived a sturdy wooden X-shaped St. Andrew’s cross. It was heavy and intimidating, with a complex array of straps and buckles dangling from its matte black bulk. Visible to the whole room, it set the tone for the entire area. Amazingly, it was never occupied. One day, I decided to change that.

Before my next visit to the sauna-bar, I bought a blindfold and a piece of underwear made from leather straps that came with an accompanying metal cock ring. I nervously made my way there early in order to arrive before it got busy; so early that I was the first customer of the evening. Read more »