I have always been an exhibitionist.
As far back as I can remember I have always hated wearing clothing and always enjoyed being naked. Once I got my own place I wouldn't hesitate to walk around the house constantly without a stitch of clothing. I realized that I found it quite thrilling that someone might catch me in this state of undress and take advantage of me, which only made me want to do it more.
To add to this addiction to be nude all the time I also had an ever increasing desire to explore sex with another man, specifically my next door neighbor Paul. Paul was a soft spoken individual and I was all but certain that he was gay. He is quite an attractive man and has a very lean build. I could just imagine the two of us taking care of each other's needs but I just couldn't seem to build any sort of relationship with him. It just seemed like a dead-end so I decided to let it go for now.
Like a typical addict I had to push myself more and more to get that thrill. As time went by just being naked in the house wasn't enough so I started to venture outdoors. At first I would go out to my shed wearing just shorts and a t-shirt and once inside I would remove both, walking around stroking myself until I came. Soon that wasn't enough either so I started leaving the shed door open while I paraded around all the while hoping to get caught.
I knew that I couldn't just walk around the yard naked during the day even with the stockade fence around the back yard. But I figured I could probably get away with it late at night when everyone else was asleep. The very first night I made sure that none of my motion lights would come on and I stepped out the back door completely nude. Closing the door behind me I felt very nervous and excited at the same time.
While standing at the back door stark naked I had a whole conversation with myself as to why I should and shouldn't be doing this. Finally I decided to take the plunge and walked up the steps into the back yard and just stood there feeling every little wisp of air and hearing every little sound. After what was only about thirty seconds I started getting quite nervous and shot back down the steps sure that I had heard someone.
That evening lying in bed still charged from the adrenalin, I decided that I definitely had to do that again. The next afternoon I walked around the back yard (clothed) to look for safe areas where I was sure no one could see me. I figured if I got nervous again that I could move to one of those areas and feel safe. I even decided to leave a t-shirt and shorts in the shed for emergencies. And so began my regular use of the back yard at night to relieve my exhibitionist fantasies.
After a couple of weeks I was going out not only stroking myself but started lying in the grass and jerking off to orgasm. It was the second time that I had an orgasm outside that I thought I noticed movement in one of Paul's upstairs windows just as I started to cum. After I came down from a pretty strong orgasm I stared at his window intently for a few minutes but saw nothing else.
The next night I decided that it was time to turn up the heat to see if Paul was indeed watching me or if I was just seeing things. My outdoor masturbation had been pretty vanilla up to this point because the thrill of being outside nude was already such a rush. I spent the late afternoon and early evening setting up the back yard so that I could only be seen from Paul's upstairs window while lying on my picnic table. I figured if he had been watching me than I would give him a lot more to see.
That night I took a long time preparing my body for my ultimate goal of having Paul fuck me. I wanted to be clean and smooth so I took a bath and shaved every inch of myself leaving only the hair on my head. After the bath I made sure I was clean inside as well so that he would have no hesitations.
I lubed my ass and inserted my medium sized plug, grabbed my 7 inch dildo headed outside. I brought a towel to lay on the picnic table so as not to get any splinters and to clean up with afterwards. After spreading out the towel I hopped up on the picnic table with my ass facing directly at Paul's window.
