I’m not even sure when I [20M] realised I enjoyed exhibitionism or the thrill of possibly being caught, it just sort of happened as I underwent puberty. Recently though, I’ve begun to act on these urges.
It started a few months ago. I was home alone at about 1am when the urge arose. This time, however, I decided to go downstairs into the living room, sit near the open curtains and do the deed. And god, the rush I felt was transformative. It turned me on so much seeing random people walk past, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few metres from them. The idea that anyone could’ve been watching if they’d just happened to look out their windows was amazing to me.
Since then, I’ve done it several more times and loved it every time. Last night, at about 3am, I decided to step it up a notch: I went outside. I sat just outside my front door in the cold night air, jacked off and loved every second of it. I was petrified and elated all at once. A taxi driving right past without seeing me drove me over the edge.