My exploration into public nudity started in my teens. I had several siblings and we shared a bedroom until some of them started to move away, so privacy had been something of an issue when I discovered sex. I lived in a Midwest suburbia, but like many newer subdivisions it bordered on rural lands with small forests and fields. So often I would sneak off to the woods to masturbate, finding a tree to sit against and stroke myself.
At first it had just a quiet place to be, but it quickly became something of a turn-on being in the woods themselves. Looking back I may have equated those woods with getting off, and the excitement of going there just got implanted in my mind. Who knows? But I found the less I wore, the more turned-on I got.
On days I would go there, I would get to the end of the road where the trail was and begin my journey in. Others went there, but it was rare to see anyone else out in the woods so I usually felt pretty comfortable doing what I wanted.
Just entering the trail I would begin to undo my pants as I walked. Just a few feet in I’d take them off, usually throwing them over my shoulder. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a jacket almost everywhere. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers.
Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently stroke it.
At first it had just a quiet place to be, but it quickly became something of a turn-on being in the woods themselves. Looking back I may have equated those woods with getting off, and the excitement of going there just got implanted in my mind. Who knows? But I found the less I wore, the more turned-on I got.
On days I would go there, I would get to the end of the road where the trail was and begin my journey in. Others went there, but it was rare to see anyone else out in the woods so I usually felt pretty comfortable doing what I wanted.
Just entering the trail I would begin to undo my pants as I walked. Just a few feet in I’d take them off, usually throwing them over my shoulder. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a jacket almost everywhere. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers.
Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently stroke it.
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I’d pull my briefs down around my ankles, and slide my hand up and down my cock, enjoying the sunlight on my body and the feel of my fingers on my shaft.
On more adventurous days, instead of find a place to sit I’d explore. I’d find one of my spots and leave my coat and pants, then head off down a trail. There were a lot of trails to go down and a lot of undeveloped area around the subdivision where I lived. I would head down the hill to the marsh area, or down the old dirt road along the railroad tracks, or further off into the forest where I’d get further and further away from town.
When I felt confident no one else was out in the woods, which was often, off would come the underwear. I would slide them down until they dropped to my feet. My cock would spring forward, hard and happy to be released. I’d pick up my clothes and begin my walk, my hard-on bouncing in front of me and me rubbing it from time to time to enjoy the sensation.
Sometimes I’d take off my t-shirt, sometimes I wouldn’t. My naked lower half tended to be enough of a stimulation. And I really didn’t want to get caught, so a clothed upper half did give me some confidence there for some reason.
Though sometimes I did like to totally strip down.
Naked or near-naked, it was a great foreplay and build of excitement to walk or run around.
Looking back, these were the times that really began making me the exhibitionist I am today. And they were some fun times. Perhaps I’ll get around to a more detailed story of it in a bit.
On more adventurous days, instead of find a place to sit I’d explore. I’d find one of my spots and leave my coat and pants, then head off down a trail. There were a lot of trails to go down and a lot of undeveloped area around the subdivision where I lived. I would head down the hill to the marsh area, or down the old dirt road along the railroad tracks, or further off into the forest where I’d get further and further away from town.
When I felt confident no one else was out in the woods, which was often, off would come the underwear. I would slide them down until they dropped to my feet. My cock would spring forward, hard and happy to be released. I’d pick up my clothes and begin my walk, my hard-on bouncing in front of me and me rubbing it from time to time to enjoy the sensation.
Sometimes I’d take off my t-shirt, sometimes I wouldn’t. My naked lower half tended to be enough of a stimulation. And I really didn’t want to get caught, so a clothed upper half did give me some confidence there for some reason.
Though sometimes I did like to totally strip down.
Naked or near-naked, it was a great foreplay and build of excitement to walk or run around.
Looking back, these were the times that really began making me the exhibitionist I am today. And they were some fun times. Perhaps I’ll get around to a more detailed story of it in a bit.
