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Becoming an Exhibitionist
by Doug (doug_500@yahoo.com)
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A widowed Grandmother guides her grandson into being an
exhibitionist to enable her to regularly see his young
and virile body. He is willing and her subtle guidance
makes him think it's his idea to expose himself. (F/m-
teen, ped, inc, exh, mast)
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The following began when I was 15 years old and
continued until I was almost 18.
My grandmother lived nearby and I frequently spent the
night with her. I decided she was something of an
exhibitionist and in a way trained me to be one too.
She would put on a gown at night with nothing on
underneath. I knew this because she would bend over my
bed to adjust the covers and I could see all the way
down the inside of her gown, her aged but ample breasts
swaying in front of me.
In the summer she would wear a very thin gown that left
little to the imagination. At the neck, it opened down
the front for several inches. Through the thin lace-
like fabric, I could see the outline of her breasts and
a darker area where her areola and nipples were. I
could also see the dark of the triangle between her
legs.
When she stood between the light source, and me I could
see between her legs. When she leaned over to pull back
the covers on her bed, next to mine, her breasts would
be visible. Sometime when she would lie down, the loose
top would pull to the side, exposing one of her
breasts.
Taking Grandmother's lead, I decided not to wear
underwear under my pajamas. Boy's pajamas had an
opening in the pants with just a single snap to close
it. I was easily excitable at that age so it was
difficult not to have an erection. The snap was not
sufficient to cover my penis from view. The first time
I was exposed was when she unexpectedly pulled back the
covers over me to, on a cold winter night, give me a
warm blanket. My erect penis was exposed, outside the
opening in my pajamas.
I was frozen in fear but she just acted as if she had
not seen it. The next morning, she told me keep my
pajamas on and to go to the den where she would serve
breakfast to me on a TV tray. I realized as she brought
the plate in that my penis was visible through the
opening. I'm sure she saw it but again, she didn't say
anything. She would sit in a chair that was a few feet
away from which she could watch me. This continued
until summer.
In the summer, her house was very warm at night. One
night, after going to bed, I was telling Grandmother
how hot I was. She suggested that I take my clothes off
to be cooler. I undressed except for my briefs.
The next night I brought a swim supporter and cut off
the leg straps, allowing it to cover me by placing my
scrotum into the pouch and pulling it tight to hold it
on. This worked relatively well except when lying down.
At that point it would pull too tightly and slid off
the scrotum, popping up to my waist when it did. One
night, she noticed me fidgeting after the lights were
off and asked what was wrong.
I told her that I was having trouble keeping the
supporter in place – that it was not staying hooked
between my legs. She turned on the light and asked me
to show her what was wrong. I stood next to her bed and
demonstrated how my penis was covered and my scrotum
fit into the pouch. I then lay on my bed and showed her
how it would pop off after a few seconds.
She asked if I would take it off and let her look at
it. I again stood next to her bed and removed it and
handed it to her. I used one hand to partially cover my
erect penis as she looked at the supporter. She looked
at it for a minute or two, feeling the pouch, looking
at it from several angles and finally handed it back
saying she wasn't sure as to what could be wrong and
told me to put it back on. I took it from her, removed
my hand that was partially covering my penis and pulled
the supporter back on.
Before I could put my scrotum into the pouch, she
reached out and took hold of the pouch in one hand and
grasped my scrotum in the other and proceeded to place
my scrotum into the pouch and look at how it was
fitting. She said. "I think your testicles may be too
small to hold it in place." She was right, of course.
When I was erect, my underdeveloped scrotum hung down
only an inch or maybe less.
Sometime later, I took an old pair of briefs and cut
them so there was just a 3-inch wide strip of cloth
that ran from the middle back to the middle front,
attached only to the elastic waistband, making a
makeshift thong. It was very loose fitting, hanging
down about halfway to my knees and actually covered
very little. Still, it gave me the feeling that I had
some coverage. From the front it covered my penis but
from the side it only covered the tip of my penis.
Nevertheless, I referred to it as my "Penis Cover".
I started wearing this to sleep in. Occasionally, she
would need a fan turned on or forgot to do something
and I would get up to take care of it. She would turn
on the lamp so she could see me take care of the task
in my near-naked state, almost always with a full
erection that was fully visible when I stood sideways
to her. My penis would occasionally work its way out
from under the cover and be fully exposed. If I
noticed, I would quickly cover it but I couldn't really
feel when it happened so I could be walking around
fully exposed for a while before I noticed. I would
always apologize for it coming out as I covered it
again.
One evening while we were watching television in
Grandmother's den, she went into the bedroom and
returned with my Penis Cover. She came to me and to my
amazement held it out in front of me and said, "Go
ahead and put your Penis Cover on now so you will be
ready to go to bed when the program ends."
As I took it from her, she told me that I could undress
and put it on while standing behind the chair I was
sitting in. She left the room for a minute and I
proceeded to undress. About the time I was down to my
briefs, she returned and sat in her chair about 6 feet
away.
From her chair she had a clear view to see behind my
chair and watched as I removed my briefs and put on the
Penis Cover. I then returned to the chair to sit. The
sides of the chair were open and she had a clear view
from the side, to see all of my near-naked body. The
only thing covered from her view was the very tip of my
penis. I came to realize that night that she was
enjoying my nakedness and actually encouraging it. A
short time later I started sleeping totally naked but
continuing to wear the Penis Cover when out of the bed.
A few days later she came in to the bedroom one
morning, pushed the sheet off me and told me breakfast
was ready and that I was to come to eat right then. I
pointed out that I was naked but she responded that I
come without putting anything on because she didn't
want the food to get cold by taking time to dress. The
Penis Cover was on the nightstand and would have taken
only a few seconds to put on but I understood that she
truly wanted me to be completely naked.
I got up immediately and walked in front of her into
the kitchen, washed my hands and then sat at the table.
I sat with the chair out slightly further away from the
table than usual, so that my penis was visible to her.
She would frequently forget to put something on the
table and I would volunteer to get it. I came to
realize that she was 'forgetting' things on purpose.
From that point I became comfortable being totally
naked in her presence and dispensed with wearing
anything. At night, about an hour before we went to
bed, she would frequently suggest that I "Get ready for
bed" which was her way of telling me to undress. I
would remove all of my clothes and remain naked until I
finished breakfast the next morning.
Some mornings she would come into the bedroom and if I
were lying on my stomach she would use her hands to
gently spank one butt cheek and alternately the other
while saying, "Get up sleepy head, time to get up, get
up, get up, get out of bed," over and over in rhythm
with the spanking.
If I were lying face up, she would use her fingers to
'walk' from one leg over my pubic area to the other
leg, sometimes walking her fingers over my penis and
scrotum. As her finger touched the sensitive area right
under my glans, my penis would almost instantly spring
straight up.
When I started having wet dreams, I would awaken to
find huge pools of semen on the sheets – sometimes over
a foot in diameter. This became a very frequent event,
happening every 2 or 3 days. I found it to be very
embarrassing but Grandmother didn't make a big deal
over it. However, to avoid having to change sheets so
frequently, she suggested that we attempt to drain it
before going to bed.
We began a nightly process whereby I would lie on my
back on the bed and hold a water glass while she took
an electric massager, placed it against the underside
of my penis, at the glans as it lay on my groin and
turned it on. I found myself shaking uncontrollably
from the sensation created by the intense vibration of
the massager. After a minute or two I became
lightheaded, felt the pressure to release building
inside and eventually could not hold back any longer. I
moved the glass to the head of my penis and ejaculated
into it.
She continued to hold the massager in place until she
no longer saw ejaculate shooting into the glass,
verbally encouraging me, "Let it all out. Let it all
come out." I was always amazed at how much I produced
from one day to the next. It was usually about 2 inches
deep in the glass (probably about half a cup.) Even
that didn't always prevent the wet dreams but it made
for a much smaller spot to clean up on the infrequent
occasions when it did happen.
We continued to do this until I left for college.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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