Exhibition 101 part 1

by SelfNRG Ever sat down and thought back on a situation and shiver, thinking how close you came to disaster? You imagine the consequences that so nearly came to fruition and you feel sick knowing that you should have never risked it. The action could have been born from many pressures such as alcohol, friends, boredom, naivety or impulse. But with great risk there is great reward. The following is an account of a series of events, each one riskier than the last, that could have done as little as induced a little embarrassment or ruined my hopes and dreams. I trust you’ll enjoy! University, the best time of my life, had just started and I was excited to be in this new ‘adult’ world. I’ve always enjoyed school and now looking back I can pinpoint where my enjoyment came from. To me it didn’t matter what the subject was or what we were covering, the game of conquering knowledge and getting the enlightened correct answer as always pushed me to succeed. In mathematics it was immediate, all you did was go through the problem to get the answer then check if the answer was correct and in English it was constructing a pleasureable art of work to read. I now apply this concept to the rest of my life, except sex. Sex for me had always been something that just wasn’t talked about or hinted to. So, as most men do anyway, I start to masturbate in order to discover sex. Masturbation, self love, wanking, jerking off or whatever you want to call it (My favorite is purple headed yogurt slinging soldier) is the most liberating act! Now that I was out of the parents home and at university with my own room I could lock the door, strip off and pleasure myself anyway I wished. But I soon found this to become boring. I discover that there was something about exhibition that makes masturbation exciting. I would first of all leave the door unlocked, the knowledge that someone could walk in on me was exciting and considering there was also females in the dorm it could have gotten very interesting. I would then move to leaving the blinds on the window open and I spent a lot of non-masturbation time naked. If anyone walked in on me then it could easily be explained and the intruder would be the one that felt the guilt. “I was just heading off to the shower! Get out!”. One thing I learnt in math is that some situations can escalate extremely quickly and I now believe exhibition can be exponential. It was getting toward exams and I was stressed. I’d never experienced the pressure that comes with doing a science degree. Each one of my subjects had an exam and I didn’t know where to start. I was cursing those damn arts students who did all their work throughout the semester and where now getting into the latest LAN game, spending hours on end blowing each other up or building a dominant army to defeat all opposition. I had found fairly quickly that a good form of release was to spend about half an hour praising my hard throbbing knob. It relaxed me, exhausted me and after the orgasm and another red bull I was set to go again. Better than sleep. I was located in the upper library trying to find relevant material for my subjects because all of the popular (as in easy to find) material had already been hired out and would most likely not return until after the exams. I walked over to the window that surrounded the whole library. I loved this building; it was made entirely from glass and was very pleasing to look at. It was late, I was tired and I felt defeated. I looked up into the clear summer sky and an array of stars was spread before me with the moon low in the sky. The romance that seems inextricably connected to the clear starry sky turned my thoughts to my penis and it started to grow hard. I gave it a loving stroke through my shorts and turned back to the books spread over the floor. I decided that trying to do anything further tonight would be useless so I gathered up the resources I had found, stored them in an unlikely location and set off to my room to see how big and hard I could get my rod. There had been a few fellow students on the top floor when I had arrived but it seemed to be vacated now and an exciting thought struck me and my member came to attention. I had only ever tempted being caught in my room and when it comes down to it there wasn’t much risk involved in that. I went to the toilets and grabbed some toilet paper and went over to a corner at the top of the library. Rows and rows of books surrounded me from floor to ceiling and I sat down with my back against “The history of aircraft: The real story” and “The story of birdmen, why wings don’t work”. I chuckled knowing that I’d soon be flying once I get my turbine stroking. I unzipped my shorts and pulled down my jocks and just looked at my penis. I had only ever shaved my pubes once and it was great until the ingrown hairs got going, I’d vowed never to shave again. So it sat there with a large amount of ‘bush’ and a small snail trail running up to my belly button which happens to be an ‘inny’. My flaccid penis was pulsating as a larger amount of blood started to pump into it. I could not only feel it but I could see the organ lift off my thigh then rest back down again without me physically doing anything. I lifted my cock up so it laid facing up the snail trail and ran my fingernails lightly around my balls. I had never understood how ‘cupping’ the scrotom or even breasts could be arousing, I always enjoyed almost scratching my testicles and I imagined it to be somewhat like the light flicking of a female's nipple. It was hot and my scrotom was hanging low, as I gave it attention it also started to pulsate bringing my balls closer to my body then extending out again. As I sat there I wondered if the average female knew the way the male genitalia changed rapidly depending on temperature, activity and arousal. I myself had always been amazed at how after extensive physical activity, particularly that involving water, that my own penis seemed foreign. I’d be in my room preparing for a shower, I’d take off my speedos and there would be a tiny bit of flesh not even and inch long hardly making its way out of the pubes and the ball sack would be tightly retracted into the body. I’d get into the hot showing and the scotom would release its hold on my testicles and the penis would lengthen as the hot water would flow over it. I’d then place the pressure of the water coming out of the shower hose onto the head of the penis and it would grow even longer, it would stand erect at 6 inches and with a respectable girth. My attention returned from the weird ways of the penis back to the present situation. I could never get fully into masturbation unless I was fully naked. I had once started masturbating with only socks on and after awhile I had to discard them because somehow they seem to take away from the experience. I started taking my clothes off, my shoes then shorts then jocks and shirt. As the shirt came off it rippled over my nipples and they sprung erect and I lay flat on my back, legs and arms outstretched. I looked down my chest and the head of my penis was looking back at me, throbbing up and down off and onto my pelvis. I am uncircumcised and the hood proves to be very useful in spontaneous situations. I can masturbate without any lube at all and without causing any aggravation to my member. I can move the skin up and down over my penis; this is a natural ‘sleeve’ is always present and always willing. I’ve assumed that most other uncircumcised men have also discovered this and to be honest and couldn’t imagine losing my little ring of skin. I took both of my hands and brought them down my chest, over my nipples, over my belly, around the crotch and down the thighs. I pushed down on my scrotom down towards my anus which retracted the skin from around the head of the penis and brought the penis so it sat straight up. With this move the touch of the skin retracting from the head and the pressure of the skin pulling down along the shaft caused my knob to become very hard very fast and a quiver ran through my whole body. Leaving my left hand pulling on the scrotom I took my right and cover it with some spit. I then lay my penis flat on my belly and slowly rubbed it’s underside with the flat of my hand. At this point it was fully erect at just over 6 inches. My knob was throbbing, I could hear the blood in my ears throbbing and I was excited. I lay in a public library, completed naked and I was fully erect. My heart was racing, I was smiling and I loved it. I sat up, slightly slouching and grabbed my penis with my right hand. Despite what a lot of people say, I think the penis is an extremely attractive thing. I grabbed the base of the penis tightly and looked it over. The head was large and a deep purple and was reflecting the light slightly. I am most sensitive around the rim of the head, where the head and the shaft meet and especially on the underside. The shaft had very large veins showing all around it and it was not bent in any way. I then started to stroke, up and down in a fairly traditional style of masturbation. I’ve heard of many other techniques but I get the most pleasure from stroking with a full fist. I started slow, watching the skin move over the head of my penis getting pleasure from simply watching myself. I have a fairly standard fantasy while I masturbate and it consisted of an extremely attractive girl named Aimee. Aimee was the same age as I, in the same year and she had it all. Not only was she attractive but she was intelligent and kind. I was a sucker for good conversation and nothing pulls my heart strings like a deep and meaningful one. Aimee and I were good friends, I had no idea if she wanted it to be more but I sure did. I had always imagined her walking in on me, not necessarily while masturbating but defiantly naked. There would be an awkward silence while I stood starkers she would then move forward and she would place her arms around my neck, press her body close to mine and plant a deep hard kiss on my bewildered lips. I’d ran this over in many situations, while I was wanking, while I was about to get in the shower and many other scenarios. Although the situation where I was masturbating never seemed quite right, it always seemed so crude in what I wanted to be a romantic situation. Despite this the current circumstances played right into my fantasy because Aimee was also a science student and had many times visited the top floor of the library late at night, she was committed to her work. I was delighted, my right hand stroking my penis, my left hand giving attention to my balls and my mind running rife trying to convince myself that Aimee was watching or going to catch me at any second. I felt daring tonight so I stood, still stroking but a little bit faster and started to walk. Never going close to the windows I started to slowly navigate the maze of bookshelves. The smell was amazing; it smelt old and gave me a sense that I was ‘doing the dirty’ when I wasn’t meant to. It gave me a sense this was an area of the conservative and the reserved and I was breaking the rules. I started to breathe heavily and lose focus and what was around me. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Aimee and I lovingly touching each other, I was filling her with my hand, climaxing her with my tongue and she had her back arched screaming for more. My ears were consumed with the throbbing in my head; I could hear it and nothing else. My hand was consumed with pleasuring myself, long hard strokes from the tip to the base and back again. I was so close to orgasm when the dreamland I was in lifted. I had just turned a corner, my eyes were closed and I was just thinking about preparing myself to climax. I heard a slight noise and my eyes flashed open. There, right before me was Aimee; all I could see was her face. She was surrounded by books and she looked lost in thought. Suddenly her eyes came up to see the naked man that stood in front of her and she gasped. Her eyes grew, white showing all around her pupils, her mouth was gaping at the sight, she was horrified…..she was naked. There was Aimee right in front of me, her legs were spread facing toward me with her feet placed on the bookshelves either side of her. She had her right hand buried in her pussy and her left hand had been caressing her breasts. Her skin had sweat all over it, dripping down the nape of her neck and between her breasts and there was a damp spot on the carpet beneath her vagina. It was the most beautiful sight yet the most horrifying. The silence was deafening. There was no admitting of secret attraction, no crack of a smile to break the moment, we just stayed there with her hand still inside her and mine still grasping my hard cock. Eternity passed, there was just silence, cruel and painful silence. The end of part 1.