When it comes to sexuality, I dabble in a number of fetishes or turn-ons. I rarely, if ever, take anything to the extreme. Recently, however, I had one of those experiences where "extreme" sort of got handed to me on a silver platter, fulfilling a few fantasies and igniting entirely new ones. Coming across an outdoor erotic photography session will do that to a fellow.
Over the course of the summer, I've been indulging one of my turn-ons by routinely running on the trails around my Western town wearing only a short pair of black mesh running shorts with the lining removed. As you runners know, running shorts tend to be small and lightweight. The shorts material is very thin and moves around a lot when one runs. The internal lining usually keeps everything held tight and unexposed. Remove the liner and things change.
I get a thrill from subtle exhibitionism. Without the lining, when I run my slightly larger than average cock moves freely behind the shorts' light-weight material. The holes in the mesh are tiny enough that it is not obscene to be walking around town in them, but when I run, my cock moves around so much that is obvious I have no underwear on. What's more, if I stand with one leg on a rock or bench, one can see through the mesh enough that one is provided with a perfect silhouette of my uncontained cock.
In all my runs throughout the summer wearing my modified shorts, I never had anyone gasp or make a comment or produce a reaction. In other words, my exhibitionism is more on the subtle side of subtle.
Recently, I decided to combine another of my turn-ons with my skimpy running outfit. For some time I've had a thing for women in g-string panties. I dig these kinds of panties. They show everything and nothing at the same time. Over the summer, I've caught numerous glimpses of thongs and g-strings peeking out from the back of women's low rider jeans and shorts when they're sitting down or bending over. Catching these glimpses has been a never-ending source of erotic fun during these warm months.
On a business trip during mid-summer, I went out shopping after work one day. While in a department store I had a sudden idea to go upstairs to the women's lingerie area and buy a pair of g-string panties for myself. I had never before worn, owned or bought a pair of women's underwear. It was near closing time, so there weren't saleswomen nosing around, thankfully. Once I found the panty area, I sheepishly looked through the round display shelving unit that contained a dozen or so styles of thongs. I relatively quickly picked out two size large g-strings, a white one and a black one. I took them up to a woman behind a register, laid them on the counter and completed the transaction without too much embarrassment.
That evening, I returned to my hotel room and put the panties on. I liked the feeling of having the thin string running up between my ass cheeks. I liked the feeling of the skimpy cotton triangle that barely contained by cock, which seemed to be constantly erect while I had the panties on. Inevitably, however, after wearing the panties for a bit, my balls would slip uncomfortably out the side of the small front triangle of material. But, I still liked having the string between my ass cheeks.
A few days later, after having returned home, I took out the panties and had an idea. I liked wearing the g-strings once in a while (to my surprise), but wasn't keen on how uncomfortable they sometimes were up front. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I laid the panties on my kitchen counter and carefully cut out the triangle of material up front, leaving in place and intact the thicker seams that formed the triangle. I now had two g-strings that were nothing but strings. Now the front of the panties consisted only of a triangle of seams perfectly framing my cock, with nothing left to cover it.
One day I decided to combine the g-string with my skimpy running shorts, figuring I could bolster to my exhibitionistic thrill by adding the additional taboo of a man wearing women's panties in public. Since the shorts were small, I figured I could hike up the strings at the right moments so they were visible above my shorts. That way, when I ran past women, they would clearly see I was wearing a g-string.
One day last week, I put on my running shorts and the white modified g-string and went running on a nearby trail that snakes up a canyon and parallels a mountain stream. The trail dead-ends at private property, the place I usually turn around. This day, however, there had been no one else on the trail, which is unusual. Feeling typically horny and somewhat disappointed I hadn't seen anyone else so far on my run, I decided to continue running up the canyon along a road to a spot I knew people occasionally sunbathed in the nude.
I had heard about this spot along Deer Creek a couple of years before when I was biking by it with a couple of buddies. One of them pointed out the spot and said he had seen people sunbathing naked there. As I recall, he said he'd only seen guys there, which probably explains why I had never returned to see what I could see.
Nonetheless, while on my run up the canyon I decided to check it out. Once off the trail, I ran along the paved road for about ½ mile. The spot was located off a fairly severe right-hand bend in the road. There was a 20-foot high berm between an informal path that ran along the creek's steep bank and the road. The berm and the steep bank together provided a surprising amount of privacy to anyone who might be interested in lying around naked in public there. As I approached the area and prepared to step behind the berm, I noticed there were four cars parked along the road within striking distance of the informal nude sunbathing area.
