My Exhibitionism

[This is a true story about exhibitionism] I'm not typically an exhibitionist. But when I was a teenage boy, just about anything went. When I was in my early to mid teens, and that was a long time ago, we lived at a location that, at that time, was lacking an indoor bathroom. So when someone needed to do their "business", they had to go to the outdoor privy, outhouse if you will, and do it there. And let me tell you, it was no fun in the winter time. The house we lived in then was also next door to a house that had a married couple living there. The woman was around 25 years old or so. And to a horny teenage boy, she looked both attractive and sexy. And it didn't matter whether or not she was married either. I lusted over her anyway. I can recall masturbating over thoughts of her many times. Now here's where the outhouse comes into the story. That outhouse was situated up on a slight hill and angled just so that when its door was opened, it could be looked into from my neighbor's house, but not from my own. And I took full advantage of that unique situation whenever I could. Here's what I would do. Whenever I could catch my attractive neighbor in her back yard, I would purposely have to make a trip to that outhouse. Once there, I would "accidentally" leave the outhouse door open so she could see inside if she were to look that way. And if she did, she would see me in there with my pants down and with my cock in my hand. She would also see me there busily masturbating. On her behalf I might add. And of course, I was hoping she would look and in fact wanting her to. Just thinking that she might made my teenage cock that much harder. Now it just so happened that my neighbor's kitchen window was visible to me by simply looking through the opened outhouse door. Which meant also that my neighbor could see me by simply looking through her kitchen window. I would fantasize that she would get a glimpse of me masturbating while being outside. Then she'd go back inside where she would watch me doing it from the concealment of her kitchen window. I would also fantasize that she would pull her dress up, stick her hand inside of her panties and play with her hot pussy while watching me. In that sense, we would be masturbating together. That always got me off. But of course, that was just a teenage boy's wild fantasy. And sadly, I am not completely sure if she ever did see me masturbating. But, it wasn't from lack of effort on my part. One more thing about that old outhouse. That's where I first started inserting slender objects up into my penis. That was exhilarating and only served to enhance my masturbation. I still might even today and on occasion insert an object into my pee hole, i.e. an artist paint brush, and up into my penis when I masturbate. You know what they say about variety. Right?