I've been reading some stories on here lately and it's motivated me to write a story. The story consists of about 6 years, starting at the end of high school but the bulk of the story takes place in college. It won't have any illegal in it which can't be read or published. I don't think I'm the best writer, but would love hear what everyone thinks! So please email me and let me know!!!
Chapter One
As a teen, just like any boy, I looked at the other guys at school, just to compare. But some in the lockerrom definitely caught my eye and someone both boys and girls would desire. I myself wanted to be one of them, not because I wanted to look like them, but I wanted to be looked at and admired by others. I wasn't an "early bloomer" at all and didn't have a lot of confidence in my body. Still, this didn't help me from having the desire to be looked at. I'd pretend there were people watching me shower or I'd dream about modeling swimsuits in front of a group. My older brother did some swimming and when he was gone, I'd go into his room, grab a couple Speedos, put them on and walk around like I was a model on a runway.
By the time I hit high school my brother was gone and when my mom and step dad would be out for the evening, I would often rearrange my room to create a "stage area" so that I could do a pretend strip tease. I'd put three or four songs into a mix, cue it up and do a routine, taking something or a few things off each song, until I was naked. Then for the final song I'd lay down on the floor, pretend everyone gathered around me and I'd jerk off, with them cheering and clapping on how impressive the show was.
Over time I gained the fantasy of being watched wasn't enough and I wanted to have someone actually see me. My dad lived in a high rise building near downtown with a deck and a wrought iron railing. If he went out for the evening, I'd pretend to do pretty much the same show as I'd do at my mom's, but now could actually turn on the light, and go out on the deck in the Speedo - dancing back and forth a bit, hoping maybe someone was actually watching me as I did. I then would go into the shower, get wet and all and then back on the deck, so my hardon would be a little more revealing and shining wet. I'd usually take it off on the deck so anyone watching could see me naked, but always went back inside to stroke.
My "shows" at my mom's house were also kicked up a degree as I entered the later high school years. I'd wait until it started to get dark out and make a game out of taking off my clothes and going around the outside of my house. I'd start off fully clothed, walk out the front door, around the house and re-enter in back and into the living room where my "audience" was waiting. I'd flirt a little in front of this imaginary group and take something off at their request. Then I'd go out the back door, around the opposite way and in the front door. Then back to the living room to dance and remove something else. This went on until I did this "dare" around the house in a Speedo and finally inside for the final part of the show.
One night however, things went a little differently than planned....
To keep the "dare" in place, I had created a way to keep myself from being able to back out if there was "trouble". In my little strip/dare game, I would lock the door as I left one side of the house to make sure I couldn't go back in that way, to force myself to go around the house. Of course that requires I unlock the door I was to enter through before leaving the house. One night I was down to a jockstrap, due to go out the back door and enter through the front. I locked the back door, timed my trip around the house to just maybe get seen by passing cars and towards the front door. I was on the side of the house, could hear some voices start as neighbors exited the house next door and could see a car approaching. I just might be seen! I was wearing just a jockstrap and had a hardon from my last dance number with basically no where to hide. I timed my journey to the front door to hopefully not get seen by the neighbors, but maybe for just a few seconds by the passing car. My blood was pumping - this was exciting!! I had been boned up for at least 30 minutes now and my dick had been throbbing the entire time. This was the climax of the performance (well, that would really happen after I was inside, but you get what I mean). I waited until the car seemed is was a just the right place for me to head towards the front door and I went for it. I got to the front porch, stepped up onto it, turned for a moment towards the car, then went to the front door to go inside before the car got too close. I put my hand on the doorknob to turn it but it wouldn't move.
In my excitement to do this last part in the jockstrap I had forgotten to unlock the front door! I froze in place. My heartrate increased and I just stared at the headlights as they approached. Yea, I wanted to be seen, but it kinda had to be on my terms, not stuck with my hard dick tenting a jockstrap (which was getting smaller rather quickly). How I hoped this wasn't my mom and step dad coming home early. I had realized at some point they might come home when I was in the middle of one of these shows, but I always figured the odds were pretty slim and if I was inside the house when they did, I would hear the garage door open and could get out of site quickly enough.
The car headlights got closer, fully illuminating me. I stood there eyes wide opening, wearing only a jockstrap, not sure if to face it or turn away - guess it really didn't matter huh? As the car approached the house it took the turn away from the driveway one would make if they weren't stopping here and passed the house. I wondered if someone had seen me. I hoped someone had seen me. As I thought about that my cock started to swell again. I then went to the side of the house to retrieve the hidden door key, unlocked the door and went in. What a rush that was! My adreneline was pumping. Had they seen me? Damn, that would be hot. I took off the jockstrap. I did it! I might just have actually shown off and someone saw me! I had the guts to to back outside naked, replaced the key and went back in, only to finish the show for my audience with a fountain cumshot that had been building for some time.
I want to see at this point that this story is not going to result in my growing up to be a "flasher" or someone who wants to make other people looks that them. That's not me, though I didn't have control over it at this point. This story is about my showing off for certain, but as I act more on those desires it will take a course of refinement that it happens for people who want to see me, rather an my forcing myself on someone who doesn't.
The next chapter will lay a little more foundation on other activities back then, to give you a little more background on me, but not so much sexual desire centered - just more on my life in general.