My First Experience With Exhibitionism

When I was 27 and an enlisted airman in the Air Force, I got married to a Second Lieutenant.  It was an ego boost for me and a real rule-breaker for her.  It's against military regulations for an officer to fraternize with an enlisted man or woman, much less marry.  Since I was getting out of the service in two months, it wasn't that big a deal that we would get into trouble, but it turned out to be the beginnings of problems.

After being married for a year, I learned that my wife married me because it was against regulations, not because she loved me or even cared about me.  She got off on doing things that were immoral or wrong in some way.  An officer dating an enlisted man was very forbidden.  As a civilian, it was no longer against the rules, and she lost interest in me.

We separated for a few months with her telling me that she had no interest in sleeping around.  Suddenly the sex was fantastic, and I lived in a fantasy that it was more fun for her because we were separated.

Two months into our separation, she told me she had gotten pregnant and had asked one of her coworkers to get an abortion.  I wasn't consulted because she didn't know whose it was.  Apparently, within that first week, she had slept with five or six guys (she couldn't remember).  So much for not wanting to sleep around.

It was at this time that she admitted to getting off on doing things wrong.  She told me of one event she especially enjoyed where she slept with her best friend's fiance at her wedding.  That seemed really cruel and low to me.  It spoke volumes about how she cherished her friendships.  Not only would that ruin her friendship if her friend found out, but it would damage her friend's marriage.  Apparently she didn't care.

The odd thing about it was, if I knew what I know now, I would have treated her quite differently.  Sure, I would still get the divorce, but the thought of her wanting to do things that were wrong or bad turned me on.  Today I would do things to her that I never would have thought of back then.

The divorce was reasonably painless except emotionally.  She was not at all bothered by it as she was already sleeping with someone else and having all kinds of fun.  I was devastated, though.  I ended up going to group therapy for emotional support.

In group therapy, I met a woman who was very attractive, tall, dark hair and very lean.  I didn't realize it at first, but she actually found me very attractive, too.  It never came out in our meetings, and my self confidence was so low I would never have guessed.  I was so caught up in my self-pity, it never occurred to me that someone in the group would find me interesting or attractive.

After a few months, it turned out that Lisa was going to move back to her home town, which was about 700 miles away.  On her last day of group therapy, she gave me her phone number and address, and she asked me to call her.  I was floored to learn that she wanted to stay in contact, and my heart leaped into my throat with excitement.

We ended up calling three or four times a week and chatting about our lives.  We really didn't have much in common, but we enjoyed our conversations.  It turned out she had two daughters, 13 and 9, and they kept her pretty busy.  She was a nurse at a local hospital and worked early mornings, and her daughters were pretty much on their own at that time.  Since both were supposed to go to school, all they had to do on their own was get breakfast and off to school.

One evening, Lisa asked me to send her some pictures of myself.  She wanted to have one or two for her scrapbook.  For some reason I was feeling a bit playful, and I asked, “Should I be dressed or undressed?”

I actually expected her to just laugh and say, “Dressed, of course,” but she didn't.

“ Do I have a choice?” she asked.  I hesitated, and she added, “If I have a choice, I'd like both.”

We laughed about it for a few minutes, and then we hung up and went to bed.

The next weekend, I was talking to my neighbor, who was a very close friend of mine, and told him that I needed him to take some pictures of me.  I explained how I'd made the joke to Lisa and how she responded, so he encouraged me to send her pictures of me naked.  I wasn't quite comfortable with it, but he said it would be fun.  He also said this would help me get out of the doldrums with my ex-wife.

We chatted about it for a few minutes, and the realization that I had a fig tree in the back yard gave me an idea.  I suggested I get some pictures of me wearing just a fig leaf.  Jim agreed enthusiastically.

Owning a Black Turkey Fig tree explained to me why Adam and Eve dressed in them.  The leaves are so big, it would be easy to wear just a few and be completely covered.  Of course there are small leaves, too, but the fully grown ones can be 18-25 inches in diameter.  I don't know how big normal fig leaves are, but these would be quite sufficient for the most modest.

Jim wanted to start taking pictures right away before I lost my nerve, so we got started.  I had to work myself up for it, so we started with him taking pictures of me wearing my racing suit.

I think Jim took two pictures and said, "Come on, let's get more risqué!"

My nerve was getting stronger, so I put on a pair of thin, white nylon briefs.  Let me tell you, these were extremely thin and molded over my genitals.  Since I got hard just thinking about sending a picture of me in these to Lisa, the briefs didn't hide much.  Before I came out of my bedroom, the material was stretched to its limit.  There was no doubt what was underneath as it displayed a clear tube and rounded knob above a bulging set of testicles.  The material was thin enough that the color of my pale skin showed through.

At the time, I wasn't body-beautiful, but I was in good shape.  I worked out regularly, but I also liked to eat.  I was probably 20 pounds overweight, and 100% of that excess fat was on my stomach, so there was a little pooch of belly over my genitals.  My cock, though, is something I'm very proud of.  If the statistics are right, I'm on the large side of average.  Measured along the top, my erection is about 7½ inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter.  Also, I'm circumcised.

In the thin briefs and because they were white, the dark lines of my veins could clearly be seen, and because of being circumcised, the glans stood out obviously.  I might as well have been without the briefs.

Jim took about six Polaroids from various angles and then suggested I try a fig leaf.

I went out to the back yard and picked out 3 fig leaves.  One huge one, one big enough to cover the essentials, and one really small one that would barely cover the head of my cock.

Inside, Jim had found some Scotch tape and suggested we tape the fig leaves to my abdomen.  That made sense to me, but I was still a bit nervous about being naked.

Jim helped me tape the large fig leaf to the bottom of my belly.  It was so big that it completely covered the fact that I still had on the briefs.  We thought I looked so ridiculous, we agreed not to even bother taking pictures of it.

Jim urged me to drop the briefs and just tape the middle-sized leaf to my skin.  He was right, but I was really nervous.  On the other hand, it was now time to commit or stop altogether!  I was so nervous my body shook, but I was also extremely excited, and my skin felt super sensitive.

There was no point in going to my room to remove the briefs, so I dropped them in front of Jim.  Whether he was gay or not didn't matter to me.  He was married and had two kids, so I believed he was straight, but even if he was bi or actually gay, I trusted him.

It didn't surprise me that he looked.  I was fully erect, and my cock stood out and throbbed.  It was proof that my arousal was greater than my nervous feelings.

"Oh, she'll like that!" he said with a grin as he stared.

Jim tried to help me tape the middle-sized leaf to my belly.  Even though this leaf was considerably smaller than the large one, it was still big enough to cover everything... if I was flaccid, which I wasn't.  Taping the stem above my pubic hair was useless.  The leaf angled down and came about halfway to the middle of my cock shaft, leaving the remainder of the shaft and glans exposed.  Since I was hard, the leaf actually slid to the side and left everything exposed.

I tried taping the stem to my light brown pubic hair, but it just wouldn't stick.  We tried various things and finally Jim came up with a solution.  He found a piece of thread and tied it around a small group of my pubic hair and the leaf stem.  It would only hold for a few quick pictures, at which point I'd have to adjust it for any more pictures.

The pictures looked pretty silly since the leaf just lay flat on the top of my cock.  Jim took one shot from a few paces in front of me and one from the side.  Then he did both pictures again from a kneeling position.  After that, he took a few pictures of my bare backside, and then he let me look at the pictures he'd taken.

The first two were pretty good.  There was no doubt that I was erect, but the leaf did a reasonable job of hiding what was under it.  Anyone looking at the picture would have no idea how long I was, but they'd know I was hard as a rock.

The third picture taken from a kneeling position in front of me showed more of me than I though I was willing to send to Lisa.  The flash did a good job of lighting everything under the leaf.  The urethra on the tip of my cock was looking directly at the camera, and my balls were well lit and clearly sucked up tight to my groin.

The fourth picture was nothing less than pornographic.  If I thought the front view exposed too much, this one was worse.  The leaf was almost invisible from the side, and the angle of the shot made my erection look like it was afoot long.  My cock stretched out in front of me with a slight angle upward.  Under it one could see my balls peeking out just beyond my thigh.

Jim was really happy with the last picture and recommended I send it to Lisa.  I told him there was no way, but I secretly wanted to.

"Okay, now the little leaf," Jim said, picking up the smaller leaf from the table.

I had to get Jim's help to remove the thread from my pubic hair.  It was a strange feeling to have someone else fumbling around in my pubes while sporting a strained erection.  There was no way Jim could avoid bumping my hard-on as he struggled to untie the thread.

It was strange that I never felt uncomfortable with Jim so close to my erection.  He was within inches of it while he untied the leaf to my pubic hair, and he actually bumped into it a number of times.  For some reason, I figured that if it didn't bother him, it wouldn't bother me.  What was top-most on my mind was how these pictures were going to look to Lisa, and that's what kept me erect.

My entire adult life, I had never felt any attraction to a man.  I was provided many opportunities from gay and bisexual men, but the thought of touching a naked man literally turned me off.  Working this out for myself, I became quite comfortable with my sexuality.  I am probably the least homophobic person anyone can meet.  I'm not sexually attracted to men, but seeing a man that is highly aroused turns me on; not in a I-want-to-have-sex-with-him way, but in a way where I identified with him.  I remember times that I've felt aroused like him, and I often imagine myself in his place.

My sexual comfort is probably part of the reason why I was so comfortable with Jim in such close proximity with my erection.  It was after this event that I realized that it turns me on to see other people, male or female, who get aroused by me, whether I actively do something or not.  The bulge in Jim's pants gave away the fact that he was getting turned on by this.

When he was ready to attach the small leaf, Jim first tried the tape.  For whatever reason, I just let him figure it out.  He had to hold my cock still while he held the leaf in place and applied the tape.  He didn't want to use a long piece of tape that would wrap completely around my cock, so he kept trying to stick the tape to my cock shaft.

While he was trying, I realized that this leaf was really small.  There was no point in placing it near the root of my cock because it only covered about two inches of the shaft.  Jim was trying to attach the leaf more toward the glans, thinking the leaf would at least cover it.

Finally, he returned to using the thread.  This he could wrap around my cock and tie it to the stem of the leaf.  Because the leaf was so small, the thread wrapped around the corona of my cock where I'm extremely sensitive.  My cock was throbbing with my heartbeat by the time he got the leaf attached.

In the next set of pictures the leaf was lying on top of the head.  It looked like a little hat.  The pictures actually looked kind of stupid.  What was the leaf doing on the top of my cock?

Again, Jim had an idea.  Again he had to fumble with my cock as he untied the current thread and tied another.  The new thread also wrapped around the corona, just behind the glans, but the stem of the leaf was held further forward.  In the new position, the leaf dangled over the tip of my cock.  He must have taken at least 6-8 pictures of this.  Again it looked kind of stupid because I was completely naked except for this leaf hiding the front tip of my cock.  The shaft and glans were completely exposed otherwise, as were my balls dangling below.

When we were all done, Jim asked if I would like relief.  I was really shocked by his question and kind of stuttered in response.  He said, “Well, I do after all that.  Would you mind if I take care of myself?”

I really didn't know how to answer that.  Here I am, still standing there completely naked with a full erection, and he was dropping his shorts.  He grabbed a couple of tissues that just so happened to be within reach, and he jacked himself off while I watched.

That was the first time I'd ever seen another man's erection, not to mention another man masturbating.  It was at that time that Jim admitted to me that he was gay, and he hoped I didn't take offense to it.  I told him I wasn't, but as long as he didn't try to force himself on me, I didn't mind.  He said he would respect my request.

A few weeks later, I got a call from Lisa.  She had received all my pictures and really liked them.  I had decided to send her one of the pictures of me in my briefs and two with the middle-sized leaf.  Lisa said she wanted to see me right away.  She was willing to buy me plane tickets to fly out to her town and spend the weekend.

“ After seeing those pictures,” she said, “I need a good fucking.  I'm so horny, my fingers are just not going to be enough.  When can you come and take care of me?”

We made arrangements for a weekend a few weeks later, and I spent it with her.  She had to work the first day, so I made friends with her daughters while she was away.

Let me tell you, though, as soon as Lisa was back from work, we were both naked and fucking like bunnies.  I think I had five orgasms that weekend before I went home.

Unfortunately, that was the first and last time Lisa and I got together.  She wanted me to come back often, but there were circumstances beyond her control that made it impossible for me.  I explained them to her, and she understood.  The circumstances don't need to be repeated.