How I Started Exposing Myself

No one was taken advantage of. Nothing abusive. Just the effects of close proximity and my rising hormones.

As a teenager I got spontaneous erections all the time. Many times I’d have to walk out of class holding my books in front of my crotch. But at home, it was a different story. Change out of school clothes and into play clothes. In the summer it was swim trunks. 

We had a small in-ground pool and I spent hours paddling around. I let the trunks slide down as I dove in the water, feeling the amazing slip of water along my erect cock. I’d take them off and swim naked as often as I could. I always had the trunks to hand in case I had to don them again quickly. 

My mom was around all the time, as most moms didn’t work outside the home in the 60s. So I’d get more careless about the state of my covering. Sometimes I’d have the trunks so loose that the only thing hold them up was my turgid cock.

Once I pulled myself out of the pool with my cock tenting up the trunks as she was walking out the back door. She called to me and I happily turned toward her feeling a rush of excitement knowing she could see how hard I was. 

“Looks like you’re having fun. Your sister will be home soon. Try to remember that.” Didn’t say anything more, but I knew she had seen my erection and didn’t want me to scare my sis. Then she just smiled and shook her head as if to say, “Boys and their toys.”

That just gave me permission to show off more. And I did. I got bolder in the times I skinny-dipped. Stepped out of my trunks and then dove in, leaving them 30 feet away. I’d hop out the other end of a lap and walk around the pool showing off my hard cock, knowing she might be in the kitchen looking out the window. It was safe for me to exhibit under her protective eye.

 Later as I came home from college and stashed my stroke mags under the bed, she told me to be sure to put them away when I finished. She knew I was jerking of looking at those pictures. 

Back then, it was almost a secret pact. She’d let me know when someone would be coming over and I’d sort of cover up. But I pushed that limit too at times when Miss Marge would drop over for coffee and a chat. Marge was a nice looking red head whose daughter was about my age. I didn’t really care to show off to her daughter. It was women my mom’s age that I wanted to see me. 

So as they drank their coffee and gossiped I swam laps, occasionally pulling myself out of the pool letting my trunks slip down exposing my cock. If I didn’t act too weird, I figured I could enjoy showing off without censure. I tried to push the limit, though. Back strokes seemed to be the most daring for me. Up periscope, down trunks, leisurely cruise speed. 

At some point my mom must have decided she should rein me in. She took me to buy a jock strap. I really didn’t know what one was, but she said I’d need it for gym class. It was embarrassing when she told the store clerk, a woman older than Mom. The clerk smiled at me and winked at Mom, then went to fetch a sample or two. My embarrassment didn’t last too long. 

Mom came back to the dressing room and told me to strip down to my underwear. Then I was to try on the jock strap over my underpants. “Come out when you are ready,” she urged. I tucked my cock down and arranged the jockstrap. I stepped out of the changing room but she was nowhere in sight. So I had to go farther out into the store to find her. She was chatting up the clerk. 

“That looks like it fits well. Does it feel good?” the lady asked me. Uh it’s okay, I mumbled. “Well why don’t you got back and try it on without any clothes on?”

It was a sure fire way to get me to erect. Mom kept me there as she talked about other things for me to try on. I’m sure the purpose was to see if I’d get hard. I did. But rather than be embarrassed and stop wanting to expose myself, it just made me more eager to show off. I let my cock get hard. It hurt being tucked down, so when they were distracted, I slid my hand down and adjusted the goods. It felt great to have my cock upright covered only by two layers of stretchy cloth and to know my mom and the sales lady were right there. 

I went back to the changing room and soon there was a knock at the door. It was mom. She had some other clothes for me to try on. I opened the door wearing only the jock strap, my cock head peeking out the top. I didn’t flinch or try to draw more attention to my raging boner, just stood there as casual as could be. Mom looked down and said it looked like a good fit. “Do you like it?”

Yes. I liked it. Being looked at, that is. “Mom, do I have to wear this all the time?”

“No. Only when there are other people around.” 

So that meant I was still free to show off if it was just her…and Miss Marge, maybe!

We moved away a couple years later to a place in the country. No swimming pool but a nice wide creek and deep woods. I couldl go running in the woods with my naked cock smacking up and down, then cool off in the stream. 

I had plenty of chances to stand completely naked on the trail and jerk off. It was heaven. So I took every opportunity to do so.

As an old man now, my cock doesn’t make it above the horizontal even when it is fully erect. But I still love to show off whenever I can. I still take walks with my shorts near by in case I need to cover up quickly. There is nothing better than to be naked erect and outdoors. 

And to be seen!