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My True Story
by John Zipper (address defunct)
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Growing up with exhibitionist tendencies can be fun and
arousing, but you can also get into trouble if you're
not careful. (mf-teens, mm-bi, exh, mast, oral)
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Allow me to introduce myself. I am a
nudist/exhibitionist. Here is my story. It may not be
the most fascinating piece of literature, but I can
guarantee that it is all true.
I don't know when my fascination started, but I remember
one time overhearing a conversation my mom had with our
neighbor. They were talking about nudist camps. My
neighbor's husband apparently really enjoyed going to
these camps. They also talked a bit about strip poker. I
had to be no more than 8 years old.
Boy, did it set my imagination to work! Imagine, a place
where I could be nude, and see everyone else nude. Even
though I was a prepubescent boy, it made me "horny". Oh
yes, I used to masturbate a lot when I was a youngster!
Again, I don't know when I started, but I know it was
before I was 5 years old. This is because I remember my
Grandmother scolding me when she caught me doing it in
her living room.
This was while we were still living in Brooklyn, we
moved when I was 5. I should clarify here; back then I
did not whip out my dick and "jerk-off". Instead, I used
to lie down on my belly and put my right hand directly
under my penis.
I would arch my hand is such a way that the butt of my
palm would provide pressure to my "little peter". I
would then rock my hips and make thrusting motions.
After a few minutes of this I would experience a
continuous "nice feeling". It was not an orgasm, I
certainly could not ejaculate, but it felt good all the
same. I would do it in front of everyone, even my mom. I
did not think much of it.
Imagine my shock when one day when I was about 14, I
felt an "explosion" down there! I must clarify, by this
time I knew it was not something to do in front of
others, so I was alone.
I got up and saw my first load of cum on the floor! I
knew about the facts of life then, so it was not a real
shock. I masturbated this way until about 2 years later,
when I found it difficult to masturbate while looking at
pornography. It took me a while to get used to "jerking-
off", but It did not take long to become an expert!
Shit, I would jerk-off about 5 times a day back then! To
this day, once in a while, I like to get off with my old
method. An interesting aside about this technique is
that I can actually come without having an erection.
While growing up I would indulge in my desire to be
naked in public, but I did not want my family to know
about it. On several occasions while home alone I would
disrobe indoors and run out into the backyard. This was
at a time when streaking was big. I was taking a bit of
a chance, as my neighbors could have easily seen me if
they were outside or looking out a window. It would
always give me quite a thrill! In the summer, I would
occasionally sunbathe nude out at the pool.
On more than one occasion I jerked off while sunbathing
nude. At night I would get more brazen. A couple of
times, while everyone was asleep, I would run outside
nude and walk around in the front yard. Once, I was
going back into the back yard and I accidentally made
some noise while closing the gate. My mother called out
of her bedroom window which was on the second level so
she could not see me, not at that time anyway. She told
me to make sure the gate was closed.
To this day I don't know if she knew what I was doing.
When I finally got my driver's license, I started
getting into more varied nude and sexual situations. I
had found out that there was a section of nude beach at
Robert Moses State park. This Beach on Fire Island was
only 15 minute from my parent's house on Long Island.
I did not know exactly where exactly the nude section
was, I just knew it was at the end. So one particularly
warm day during the first spring that I had my license,
I decided to go and find this beach. I went there
without any sort of beach gear. I was as much exploring
for future reference as looking to indulge on that day.
I walked pretty far down the beach and only seen a scant
few people like myself, just enjoying the beautiful day.
It was still too cold at the shore for sunbathing. Not
seeing any nudes, I was little disappointed (and
somewhat horny), so I decided to go into the dunes, find
some privacy and disrobe. I did just that.
I felt totally free and quite excited, even though no
one else was around, this was the first time I was naked
in a place far (relatively) from my home out in the
open. I don't think everyone can identify with this
feeling, admittedly it sounds kind of funny sitting here
reading it, but I think other exhibitionists will
understand my emotions at this point.
So there I sat in the warm sun, the cold beach breeze
blocked by the dunes, stark naked for anyone to see (if
they decided to walk the dunes). My cock was rock hard,
so I started to stroke it. It did not take very long
before I shot a copious load on the sand right next to
me. Just then I looked around me, and noticed an older
man (late 50's to early 60's), standing at the top of
the dune where I lay.
From his vantage point he had a clear view of both the
ocean and my vulnerable situation. Needless to say, I
was petrified. He did nothing but look. I turned my head
and pretended I did not notice him, but he knew I saw
him. I sat there for what seemed like 10 minutes but was
probably only 10 seconds before he went on his way. At
first I thought he was trying to work up some nerve to
come and talk (or "play") with me.
You see, Fire Island is famous for some of its
predominantly gay communities. Instead though, I think
he was with a woman (wife?) who was nearby and he left
and joined her. Once he was gone, it took me all of 5
seconds to get my clothes back on! I hurried off the
beach vowing never to do anything so stupid again. But I
was hooked. I did return to that beach later that summer
to enjoy my first experience on a nude beach. It was
cool. It was not an official club or anything. Just a
bunch of people gathered on a section of the beach which
just seemed to be understood to be for nude use.
I found out years later the legality behind it all. It
turns out that Robert Moses is a state park. Nudity is
not allowed there at all. The Fire Island National
seashore abuts the state park. This is where the nude
beach is. At first I did not know this. I thought that
the nudes just took over a section of the state park
that was too far for most people to walk to. I remember
going there one day during a lunch break from work (boy
was I hooked!) to prance around nude for about 10
minutes then hurry back to work. It was a slightly
cloudy day.
No one on the beach, except for a photographer, his
assistant and a swimsuit model. They were right at the
entrance to the beach. Since no one else was there, I
assumed the "nude" section started there! So I was about
100 yards from the photographer where I just disrobed &
strolled around a bit. I remember the photographer
looking over and kind of shaking his head. After about
10 minutes I dressed and left. Just as I was walking to
the path to the parking lot, a park ranger was making
his way onto the beach in a hurry. He seen me and kind
of gestured "Damn!". It hit me all of a sudden that he
was coming to arrest me!!
What a rush! It was not long after this I found out
about the state/federal laws. I made note of where the
state park ended and never went naked outside of the
federal land again.
Living so close to the beach, it was inevitable that I
would eventually be caught by an acquaintance. Even if
none of my friends or family were nudists, many people
liked going to field 5 so they could take a stroll and
gawk. I actually enjoyed the gawkers, but I did not want
to get found out by people close to me. So one day it
happened. Actually, I was leaving the beach, walking
through the clothed section I locked eyes with a girl
who lived across the street from me.
She was my sisters friend, and was also dating a friend
of mine from down the block. She has since become buddy-
buddy with my brother. It may as well been my mother.
Well it would have all been pretty normal, I mean I was
not nude at the time. She did not know where I was
coming from, right? Well, not exactly. To add to my
thrill of nuding, I wanted to push the envelope as much
as I could. It was not enough for me to walk from my car
to the nude section totally clothed.
I had now been stripping to my underwear (bikini-briefs)
in the car, and then walking to the nude beach! I
reasoned that they covered me just as much as most
bathing suits, so legally it would not be a problem. But
anyone who seen me up close would pretty much know I was
in my underwear.
One time in fact, I remember passing a couple of hot
chicks in the parking lot in my underwear. Just as I
passed them they broke out laughing. It really turned me
on. I guess exhibitionism is a special extension of
masochism.
Anyone reading this is probably saying to, "why doesn't
this guy get laid or something?" Well it is really
strange to say that I was very shy with women. Kind of
ironic in that I would stand on a beach stark naked and
stroll by anyone, but I did not have the balls to talk
to a girl. I was not that bad.
I had a few girl friends, but never got laid. I had
pretty low self esteem. You see I was very skinny back
then. Picture this, at HS graduation I was about 130
pounds and stood 6'5". Kind of like Joey Ramone! To make
matters worse, my close cousins where on the heavy side,
and they had a way of making you feel inferior.
Another thing my new license enabled me to do was to get
to the X rated movie- theater. My first visit was with a
group of friends. I did all I could do to keep from
laughing as I saw the first "live motion" nude women and
sex acts in my life. Since we all went, I thought it was
a cool thing to do. A week later I went back by myself.
It was great. I got so worked up I jerked off right
there in my seat.
Stupid me, I go and talk about the film with my friends.
In other words I did not know what is commonly known to
me now. If you go to a porno with friends, it is cool
and you can talk about it and joke around. If you go
alone, it is understood that you are going to be beating
your meat. So when I mentioned to my friend s casually
that I went back to the theater myself to see a film,
they goofed on me to no end.
It did not stop me though. I kept on going, but never
told anyone. I got to be a real pro at it. I would bring
a couple of socks with me and jerk off into them as to
not make a mess on my pants. At first I was real shy
about doing it with anyone else sitting around me.
Then I started to get off on the idea that some else
could see me whacking off! I got to the point where I
would wear real loose pants with a stretch top (kind of
like sweats) and no underwear, so I could whip them down
real quick. I mean I would pull them down around my
ankles and go to town! One time I got annoyed at some
guy who was sitting in the same row. He would get up and
go past, as he did he grabbed my cock. I am not the
violent type. I just let it slide.
The most exciting visit was the time some guy slowly
crept closer to me while I was going at it. He kept on
jumping from seat to seat until he was right next to me.
I guess he was gauging my reaction. If I got up to move,
he would know I was not interested. I have to say, I
don't consider myself "gay" or "bi", but I am open
minded. I was certainly really horny, and feeling quite
adventurous. So when this guy put him hand on my knee, I
did nothing.
Then he slowly felt his way up my leg. Before he
actually sat next to me, I had put my cock back in my
pants. Since I was not refusing, he just reached in my
pant and pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I
was actually getting off on the perverseness of it!
The best part of it was, another guy sitting not far
from me was able to see what was going on. He shot me a
look like "you fucking queer!". My new friend started to
try to put my hand on his joint. But I was not going for
it. So after a few minutes I started to fear that I was
becoming gay and I just went soft in his hand.
I don't know. I just might be bi. To this day I
fantasize about that experience and the possibilities.
What if I jerked him off? What if I left the theater
with him to enjoy more heavy action? I don't know how
other guys feel about these things, but I find myself
seriously considering it when I am really horny. But
after I come, the thought usually makes me sick! I still
walk that line today.
I have taken it to another level though. I have told my
wife about my experiences, and it really turns her on.
We bought several strap-on dildos and she enjoys fucking
me in the ass with them!
Before she plugs me in the butt, she makes me suck it
and declare how much I want to suck a real dick. We have
considered it, but we are really concerned with the AIDS
thing.
Sometimes, some things are better left as a fantasy.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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