Hello. My name is Tom and I am a straight, male exhibitionist! Luckily for us exhibitionists there is no "Exhibitionists Anonymous." We can just enjoy our perversion. I became an exhibitionist before I knew the meaning of the word. I have many stories to tell. Unlike most exhibitionist stories mine do not end with phony head jobs, hand jobs or wild sex. I don't know why writers have to end with a fantasy sex scene. My stories are usually short and end with the audience leaving while laughing and giggling. This makes me very horny. I jack off. I do not feel guilty or any of the other psychobabble I read about. I do not try to shock anyone. The audience usually thinks they caught me unaware or by accident at first. I've talked with and emailed many straight male exhibitionists over the years. Most have experiences similar to mine. We all can spot the fantasy part of the letters.
I became an exhibitionist while still living with my parents and my two younger sisters, Ellen and Terry. We lived in a house that was partially under construction. The heating system was being installed. The vent holes had been cut in floor and the gratings were in place, but the connecting pipes were not installed. Basically they were just holes in the floor with vent covers. Our parents both worked so we were home alone all day all summer.
One afternoon I was sitting on the toilet. Near my feet was a heating vent. I heard voices coming from the basement. My two sisters and a female cousin, Ruth, who lived next door, were talking. I heard my sister Terry say, " I saw Tom's, it's big and has hair on it". My other sister and my cousin giggled and said something I could not hear. I was amazed at how hard my cock got while listening to them. I almost came just thinking about her peeking at my cock. I had to jack off right then and there. That short conversation changed my life.
At the time I did not know what an exhibitionist was. But, I just knew I had to show my dick to her and the other two when I knew they were looking and I was pretending not to know it. I invented all kinds of reasons to get caught naked. After they had caught me naked several times, I started walking out of my room stark naked with a hard on. At first they giggled and pointed at it. My cousin was the one most interested in seeing it. I will fill out this story and tell about the many times I exposed myself to my sisters, my cousin and several of their girl friends soon, but first I want to tell about an incident that happened 15 years later.
My wife and I lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. She worked days and I worked nights. I usually got up about 10am and was naked until it was time to get ready for work.
I always kept a towel handy that I had picked up at hotel somewhere. It was folded lengthways so it was about 10 inches wide. By practicing in front of a mirror, I learned how to stand so I was covered, but when I shifted my weight to my left leg and bent my right knee up a little, I could see the head of my cock slide into view. As my cock harder, the towel slid upward exposing all of my cock.
Because of the neighborhood, sales persons knocked on our door two or three times a month. Whenever I answered the door I would be wearing only the towel which barely covered me. The men left as soon as I said I wasn't interested. I kept the women there by asking questions concerning their products. When I shifted and let my cock head pop out they would either ignore it, smile and keep on talking as more and more of my cock slipped into view, or they would hurry through their spiel and leave. No one ever complained.
