I will introduce myself a bit for those here with me for the first time. I'm just thirty years old; I'm an average tall but athletic body. This is due to my hobby in various sports, from regular visits to the fitness centre, CrossFit, running or surfing. As I get older, I become more and more aware of my exhibitionism, and I honestly don't know where it will end. I'm sure you're interested in how it affects me. It started with wearing sweatpants, in which my crotch was visible, through the targeted non-closing of the door so that my roommate could briefly notice me changing or as I slept naked next to my friend. Some of these experiences ended up interesting, and maybe I will write about them as well. Even though I tried to be critical of myself, whether I had not gone too far in some cases and it was not more annoying than enjoyable, I always came to the positive conclusion. And it constantly strengthens my desire to show more.
During my vacation by the sea, I walked through the city when I discovered a store with men's underwear and swimwear that looked quite sexy. Big bulges, jocks, and more stuff like this, you know. I was not alone at the time, so I went there one morning when there weren't many people in the city yet, and I entered there with a bit of shyness. The store was empty, and behind the cash register sat a saleswoman who could have been 40 years old. I was expecting a man, as it came to me as a gay business. I first carefully started looking at the T-shirts they also had there. Then I switched to swimsuits, boxers, briefs, and finally to jocks and various sexy underwear, partly transparent or super tiny. I got used to it quickly, and I didn't mind rummaging through it before the saleswoman. I took a few pieces of swimsuits and various more exciting pieces from underwear, and I went to the cash register to buy them.
The saleswoman asked me if I would like to try those clothes, which I agreed with because, after all, they were not the cheapest. I followed her to the back of the store. There was a fitting space that she had prepared for me. I undressed and put on the semi-transparent briefs I was most curious about. It was size S, and since I mentioned I exercise a lot and have a lot of muscle mass, it was more challenging to dress, but it looked sexy to me. I even began to feel and see that my penis enjoyed it too. I adjusted my cock to the left, and my balls filled the bottom. When I looked at my ass, I saw that briefs dig a little into the ass gap, and at the same time, half of the bottom of my ass was out. With the effect of partial transparency, my ass thrilled me even more. But I wasn't sure if the bigger size would be better when the saleswoman asked me if everything was okay. I told her that I was unsure about the size and if she could bring me a larger one. She wanted me to describe what they looked like.
Since the lady spoke Italian and I only mastered the basics, I couldn't even describe them very much, so I asked her straight away if I could show them to her. She agreed, so I pulled back the curtain. There was a muscular guy in front of her in partly sheer briefs. This underwear didn't leave a lot to the imagination. I turned around to make the show complete to judge if the size was correct. She was silent for a while, for which I took the opportunity to pull the gum of briefs from my body. That made space for my penis, which began to grow even more significant. So much that I couldn't bring the penis back ultimately under the already thin fabric, that's why I at least partially covered it with my hand. After a long moment, the saleswoman looked me in the eyes, smiled, and said she would try a bigger size, and she left me.
I pulled back the curtain, looked in the mirror, and saw a picture of what she saw. My erection was evident, and even what was under the cloth was essentially transparent to its tension. I began to blush, quickly pulled my panties down, and tried to calm down. But, unfortunately, I didn't make it because the saleswoman was back almost immediately. She said something in Italian like she had the bigger size for me. And you know, as I mentioned at the beginning, that I sometimes wonder if I didn't exaggerate some things, so this was one of them. I pulled back the curtain so that I did not hide anything from my body and reached out. She handed them to me, looking down where my semi-hard cock hung. I quickly pulled back the curtain and didn't believe I had gone that far. I told myself how I would be able to go out from there now. So I wore the same brief model but in a larger size. It was immediately apparent that this was the right size because they were more comfortable and didn't even look so tight, but still very sexy. So I wanted to try another model when she gently pulled back the curtain without looking inside, and what I understood, she asked:
"Is this a better size? Can I take a look? "
I glanced back in the mirror to make sure I could show myself to her and that nothing was out from briefs. Although everything was in the briefs, the redhead of the penis and the congested veins that pumped blood into it could be seen through the fabric. I took a breath and answered:
"Please, is it better this way?"
This time completely, she pulled back the curtain, slid her eyes over my whole body, and stopped at my crotch. Her expression was no longer so surprising but, on the contrary, more vigorous and professional. But I have to say that it excited me even more, and I felt a tickle in my crotch. She motioned for me to turn around, which I did without resistance. She added something in the sense that:
"Yes, that's better. Maybe we can try another small improvement."