Favorite Masturbation Show

Thanks for reading my stories … I really enjoy your comments. Yeah, I’m an exhibitionist that way, getting pleasure from the pleasure strangers get from my body (or from reading my tales).

Most of my exhibiting sessions are pretty straightforward affairs. Either the viewer comes to my hotel room or I go to his apartment or home. And yeah, they’re almost always men, even though as a bi guy I love masturbating for a woman’s eyes. That’s happened only when she’s with her husband or boyfriend and only a few times. I’ll write about those too.

But for now I’m going to tell one of my favorite stories of exhibitionism. It’s a fav because my host was so relaxed; he was polite and friendly, was helpful and complimentary, and best of all put me on a sort-of stage for my j/o session. It was so rewarding to be treated so specially, and all just for stripping down and stroking out a load while he watched.

Some background on my j/o shows first. To keep my voyeur at ease I’ve learned to launch into small talk right away. I also offer a glass of water (if hosting) or ask for one (if visiting). My goal is always to ask within a few minutes of arriving, “Do you mind if I start getting undressed?” (No one says no!) Then we’re off into the fun.

A few “shows” have been different. Sometimes I’m showing for two instead of just the one. Other times the guy is really quite handsome, and I invite him to join in the fun. But those are rare occasions indeed.

This occasion stands out because it made me really feel on display. Here’s how it went.

So a guy answered my ad one day. He could host at his house, so I drove on over. He asked me to park near his house but not in his driveway because his neighbors always noticed visitors. No worries by me as I’m all about discretion.

I got to his place, parked nearby and walked up to the front door. A well-kept duplex on a street of duplexes, grass in good shape, porch nice and clean. Good signs. After all, you never know what you’re going to walk into when it’s an online post you’re answering—and yes, I’ve had some weirdos I’ve walked out on as politely as possible.

I ring the doorbell and my host answers it. Tall and chubby, friendly and polite. He invites me in, and the house is bright, clean and decorated decently (for a guy living alone). He asks if I want a glass of water (I didn’t even have to ask — he’s a good host) and we chatted briefly. Before I could ask about getting undressed, he asked if I was ready to go downstairs. I knew nothing about downstairs, but I went ahead and said yes.

He pointed down the hall, opened a door, and said, “After you.” It was an unfinished stairway to the basement, kinda dark, with concrete walls. Usually people have me perform in a living room, so this was definitely new, not to mention potentially creepy. Having me go first had my mind flashing scenes of kidnapping movies with someone trapped in the basement for years—I had known the guy only a few minutes, and I was trying to remember if we had switched from the app’s anonymous messaging to our actual emails. You know, in case the FBI needed to trace my disappearance.

We hadn’t traded, but being the erotic kinkster I am I was intrigued, so down I went. He followed, and when we got to the bottom of the stairs it was almost totally dark. He switched on a bare bulb, and the shadows showed me what would be my stage.

The room was nearly empty, which is unusual in itself for a basement, since they’re typically stuffed with all those boxes you never get around to unpacking. But it wasn’t vacant. On the right was a queen mattress, with sheets and pillows, and a floor lamp, which he turned on. Homey it wasn’t, but if he had friends in town for the big game, they probably wouldn’t mind sleeping there.

On the left, in the middle of the room, was something a little different. A twin mattress, covered in one sheet, sitting on two sawhorses, one on each end. (There must have been a box springs too, to keep the mattress from collapsing, but I don’t remember.) The mattress ended up being about four feet above the ground.

“You can use either one,” he said. Being a dedicated exhibitionist, I told him I preferred the elevated bed because it was like a stage. I put my things on the lower mattress, stripped down to my skimpy undies, and he helped me onto the bed.

I laid back to relax. In my white bikini brief, my cock was already half-hard, and made a nice bulge as I glanced down my body. My host was walking to the larger mattress, where he picked up a pillow and brought it back for me. He propped it under my head and asked if I wanted to watch some porn. That always relaxes me when I’m getting ready to show for a stranger, so I said yes and he handed me his tablet. I typed in my favorite site, and did a search for my favorite scene (the babe reminds me of my high school gf, and in the video she wears black lacy lingerie--another fav).

He offered to hold it for me which was helpful as it left my hands free. He was standing beside me, about at my shoulders, and held the screen lower, by my waist, where we both could see it.

What a scene: alone in a basement with a stranger, only one light illuminating my nearly naked body, reclining on a special bed propped up for a show, and my host generously holding a video screen in front of me. It was perfect, and perfectly arousing. I’m slim (that’s me in the avatar) and average size and all six inches were totally stiff.

I peeled off my underwear, which had been stretched to the max only seconds before, and let my full size breathe free again. With my host above and slightly behind me, I couldn’t see his face easily, but I’m thinking he liked what he saw because he let out a nice “mmm” sound.

So I did what comes next, and enjoyed stroking for his eyes while on his stage. After several minutes of handiwork, and seeing the video babe being taken in several positions and being noisy about it, I was ready for release. I told him I was about to cum and fell into that final bout of last-minute high-speed manipulation, pointing my cock slightly toward my chest. It wasn’t long before I erupted ecstatically, blasting several times. My belly soon was coated in the evidence of my supply, a fact not missed by my host. “Oh, that’s quite a bit, isn’t it?” he said. I smiled and said yeah, I may not be big, but I cum a big load. He chuckled at that.

I lay back on the mattress for a few minutes to recollect while he got a towel for me to clean up with. Soon he was watching me dress. He led me to the bright and cheery rooms upstairs and we said goodbye. Such a hot way to share myself … on that platform … in that dark and bare basement … I wish I could find him again ...