Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown.
A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was moving day.
My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.
I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally
moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and
the family was going with him.
I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I
was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the
driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my
dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over
to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were
insistent I go back to college first.
I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now.
The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes.
The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming
to the end of what had been a long day.
It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to
the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I
had one final thing I wanted to do first.
I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody
in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don't get me wrong, I was
expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I'd started, not
when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of
But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.
I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with
the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I'd had for many years now.
Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I
let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong
with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I'd done it plenty of
times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the
garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest.
I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be
putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot
and rough against the soles of my feet.
A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown
leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I
was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging
where my excitement was having its effect.
Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.
Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.
I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield.
Blonde hair, a little too long; I'd not had a cut all summer. Smooth
face; handsome, I'm told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem
to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for
the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some
muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy
eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for
cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a
razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock;
unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with
I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.
Nude Fantasies
I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first
discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I've had an
exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched
while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various
ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened
out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself
It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was
very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a
young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a
willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and
likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to
live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and
friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who
knew me would get to hear about it and I'd have to live with the
reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his
I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock;
but I didn't want my friends and family to know that! My personal
reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter
what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even
when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back
here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live
here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of
their community. I couldn't condemn my parents to be known as the people
whose kid waved his cock around in the street.
When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we
would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the
people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly,
my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an
expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn't
matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I
would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my
family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the
bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public
with a boner on; I would never hear any of it.
I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I
was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in
good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a
guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine,
played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing
nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do
with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that.
But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to
feel confident when I had everything on show, after all.
I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do
it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did
it, it might still reach them. I wasn't moving away from them, so they
were the people I couldn't let find out about my naked plan; or the
shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I
would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my
When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to
college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help
my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up
my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I
would drive myself back to college, and we'd meet up in a few weeks.
And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would
do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go
for one last walk around town.
It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my
family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place
in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that
there would still be people around (and there would still be enough
visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the
day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being
seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would
be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone
would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record
for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape
quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and
might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely
That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by
my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops
waiting for me on my return.
But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.
I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood
took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the
feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and
didn't want to dash around unseen by anyone.
Walking the dog
As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person
saw me. It was a woman; I didn't know her but I guessed she was in her
40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a
thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn't see
me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a
I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her
gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn't say
anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful "evening, ma'am," as I
passed by her. She was attractive, though (I've always had a liking for
older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when
you're 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years' experience on you and still
looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back
over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an
appreciative expression on my face. That was the perfect reaction to me,
and out of her view, my cock stirred and stiffened in acknowledgement.
Fully erect, I gave my cock a couple of encouraging tugs with my hand,
relishing the sensation and the pleasure it gave. I wasn't going to
masturbate just yet, although I felt that if I did I would have blown my
wad straight away; but a few strokes just to bring me that little bit
The Parade picks up
I remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other
pedestrians. Cars, though, passed me; some honking horns in
acknowledgement of my nakedness; some, drivers or passengers, staring as
they went by; the rest giving no outward sign they had even seen me. I
relished each encounter, knowing it meant someone; man or woman, adult
or kid, had seen my naked body out in public and was left wondering,
what was the story here? Way was this guy walking naked and with a
hard-on in full view? They would just have to wonder.
The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though,
and without further attention from my hands my erection began to
subside. I was soon only semi-hard (my favourite state to be in as it
made me seem more well-endowed; my cock when flaccid was not small by
any means but like this I felt I looked even better nude) as I made my
way from residential streets into more communal areas of town.
Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving
off a late working shift or at the end of the day for their businesses,
men and women heading out early to one or two nearby bars. Some high
school kids were skateboarding on an array of steps. All saw me walking
quickly down the street, naked as the day I came into this world. People
stared, some shouted stuff or whistled. Some, disappointingly, looked
on then turned away, anger or disgust on their faces; I couldn't help
their prudishness, but I was prepared for it. Being seen naked was
something that was, for me, a turn-on; but I also held they view that
nudity, mine or anyone else's, was harmless and not something to be
treated as shameful or obscene. I hated the "think of the children"
attitude that people harboured; seeing a guy or a girl naked outside the
bedroom or locker room was not something I felt had any capacity to
damage another person in any way. We're all human, and human anatomy
shouldn't be cause for offence as far as I am concerned. Shock,
surprise, humour, pleasure; these were fine with me, perfectly natural
reactions to seeing an athletic 20-year-old guy walking around town in
the nude. But don't be offended because you can see my penis, there's
nothing offensive about it.
I suppose I've never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker
room, skinny dipping with friends, showering with the door open; none of
these things have been a source of embarrassment for me. I have a
roommate at college and he's seen me naked so many times I lose count.
Occasionally when it's hot and we have to study I will just come in from
the shower, drop my towel and study in the nude. He's never raised an
objection (although I'm careful not to let on how arousing I sometimes
find it). My point is, I'm kind of akin to a nudist in terms of my
attitude to nakedness. It's natural, it's pleasurable (for me at least)
and if you have a problem with it, well, you need to work on that.
Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received;
nobody came to remonstrate with me for my nakedness, and most people
seemed merely surprised, or even amused or appreciative of my exposed
state. I didn't dally, though; I felt a need to keep moving, in case
anyone who saw me was about to phone the cops and severely ruin my day.
Familiarity
I saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my
old high school teachers, was loading up his car as I walked down the
street. He looked at me but I can't say for certain he recognised me; I
definitely recognised him though. Further down the street, a shopkeeper
whose store I regularly visited was just closing up as I approached, and
called out my name in disbelief when he saw me. I gave a casual, "hey"
Soon enough, I'd passed the storefronts and made it to the town
square. During the day this would have been one of the busiest parts of
town but by now it was pretty quiet, and I was only seen by a few
motorists and a couple of girls off in the distance as I crossed the
My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a
park, I supposed, albeit a small one, just some grass, trees and a
couple of benches. These benches were my destination; when I planned out
my route, I had intended to get here and go no further. I planned to
sit a short while and chill before making my way back to the old family
home. I wasn't certain but I felt I would probably masturbate en route,
so as to be less likely to be far from home when, post-orgasm, my
euphoria and arousal would likely give way to a feeling of
A Show At The Park
I entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come
in. The wood was still warm from the day's sun, and felt pleasant
against my naked body. I leaned back, arms across the back of the seat,
legs parted. My cock began to stiffen and I closed my eyes, replaying
the stages of my journey in my head.
I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say "hey." A female voice.
"Hey," I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.
There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked
like they were a couple. She was petite and dark haired; maybe some
Asian heritage?; wearing jean shorts, a raglan top, sneakers. He was
skinny, wearing basketball shorts and a punk band t-shirt. They looked
younger than me by a couple of years.
I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn't have bothered
me. Nor, for that matter, would the guy; I'm as turned on by guys
seeing me as I am by girls. But the two together approaching me gave me
concern. Maybe he would be mad I was exposing myself to his girlfriend
and get aggressive. Maybe she was upset at seeing me and wanted him to
teach me a lesson. I reckoned I could take the guy in a fight, he didn't
look like much; but I'm not that type of guy and I'd rather avoid those
sort of situations if I can.
But they didn't seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their
manner and speech. And in the end, an audience is an audience, and I
certainly wasn't going to complain at having one. The girl, for her
part, seemed unafraid, and sat down on the opposite side of the bench to
me. Her boyfriend stayed standing; but in a non-threatening way.
"Why are you naked?" the girl asked. "Where are your clothes?"
"Back at my house," I said, answering the second question first.
"You walked here naked?" the guy said, disbelieving.
"Yup," I answered proudly.
"Why would you do that?" asked his girlfriend. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.
"Well," I said, "I'm leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this."
The guy grinned. "Well, it is pretty boring round here!"
I laughed. "True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked.
"Well," I carried on, "to be honest, being naked, out in public like
this, it really feels good to me. In fact, it makes me feel pretty
She laughed. "Yeah, I can see that!" I looked down and my cock was
semi-hard, verging on hard again; I'd not even noticed, I'd been
absorbed in our brief conversation.
"Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least."
"Aw, he's not bothered," she laughed. I looked at him.
"Nah dude," he said off-handedly. "Rock out with your cock out. It's all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn't be shy either."
I laughed. "Are you guys for real?"
The girl nodded. "Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had
to come talk to you. Josh wouldn't stop staring at your weiner."
I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But
there was no denying she was probably right; the sort of gym shorts he
was wearing are lousy at hiding if you have an erection, and Josh was
definitely starting to pitch a tent there.
There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my
stomach, butterflies stirred. I think I had some fans here, maybe
someone with the start of a crush even. Maybe two crushes. Well, I
wasn't going to disappoint them.
I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my
now rock-hard cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, slowly, as we
talked to each other. The girl turned, resting her elbows on her knees,
looking straight at me, taking it all in. Josh just looked down and
"Dude, for real?" he said. "You gonna jerk off here?"
I paused. "I can stop, if you like."
"No," the girl said. "I wanna see."
I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. "Okay by me," he grinned.
I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good
around my shaft. I was already building up to climax, I knew this
wouldn't be a long wank, but I wanted to make the most of it.
"How old are you guys?" I asked.
"Eighteen," the girl replied.
"That's a relief," I laughed. "At le
