Exhibitionist Men and the Women Who Watch Them

By Thomas Wainwright

Tales told about flashers, and by flashers in public. Includes public sex, nudity, nude beaches, and places like subway trains and busses. Truly, any place where a person can safely show themselves and be gone, that is what being an exhibitionist is all about. All persons contained in the vignettes containe in the book were at least eighteen years of age at the time of the depiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Jan 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458012654

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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Exhibitionist Men

And the Women Who Watch Them

Thomas Wainwright

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Copyright 2011 Thomas Wainwright

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All persons appearing in the vignettes contained herein were at least eighteen years of age at the time of the depiction.

Exhibitionist Men

On the Bus

I worked far from my house, and rather than drive through heavy traffic all the way across town, I opted to take the bus. I enjoyed the bus ride, for the most part, and the bus was usually not really crowded. But, it seemed that more and more people were riding the bus every day, and one day, on my way home, late in the afternoon, the bus was very crowded. I usually sat alone, or with one of the few people I had met on the bus that I considered safe and friendly.

This particular day, there was only one seat left, beside a man wearing a long T shirt and holding a satchel in his lap. He had the window seat, and the only seat available on the bus was that one aisle seat beside him. I sat down and immediately began to ignore him, which I thought was rather rude of me.

I turned to him and smiled. Good afternoon, I said.

He nodded and smiled. He moved the satchel out of his lap and put it on his right leg against the wall of the bus.

As the bus moved down the street, he shifted in his seat a bit, and his T shirt seemed to ride up in his lap. I glanced down, and noticed, that perhaps, that was a piece of flesh hanging out of his pants, a small part of his testicle sac, perhaps.

I noticed the bulge that seemed to be hiding behind the lower portion of his T shirt. I ignored this and looked out the window, and then looked over at the people beside me.

I had my purse in my lap. It was a big purse; I carried it with me because I could hold magazines, a cell phone, my PDA, and many other neat items in it. I pulled out a magazine and put my purse on the floor at my feet. I opened the magazine and began to thumb through the magazine. The man beside me, a man about ten years older than I, shifted again. I looked over at him. He had dark hair, graying at the temples. He was broad-shouldered and appeared to be in fit shape. Not an ugly man, but not a dreamboat, either.

I looked out the window, and noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. His T shirt seemed to move up again, and now, there were two hair-flecked testicle sacs clearly visible in his lap.

I quickly looked back at my magazine. This guy was a flasher, I guessed. I almost smiled, wondering how far he would go with his display, and wondered if I should get up and move, or tell the bus driver.

The bus came to a halt, and several people got off. There were now some empty seats, and I could move. I started to get up, but something --- at the time, I couldn’t understand why --- but something made me want to stay and find out what this guy was doing.

Maybe it was the curiosity, or maybe I liked the look of the edge of his balls. I sat there, though, and turned slightly toward him, still looking at my magazine, but placing the magazine at an angle to where his little show was just beyond the edge of the magazine. In other words, I was looking right at his lap.

The bulge above that, the long, thick bulge that ran about to where his navel was, seemed to get a little larger. Now, I could plainly make out his cock, and even the head of it; the shape was very clear. And, was that a little tingling I felt inside me? I knew it was.

He shifted, and now, his balls --- two large, hairy sacs, were visible, actually falling forward and touching the seat. They were large balls, flecked with long, dark black hairs.

He slipped the T shirt up even higher, and I could see the top of his balls, with the beginning of the shaft of his now somewhat hard cock. I squirmed a bit in my seat, wanting to see more, afraid to see more. I was frightened and excited at the same time. I was thirty-five years old, divorced, and quite frankly, hadn’t seen a whole lot of naked men, and didn’t even date much, because I had no time for it with my busy life and taking care of my affairs and finances. I didn’t even watch porn on cable, because it was so blatantly dumb looking, with a bunch of shaved models smiling lamely at the camera…well, never mind, that’s another discussion, I guess.

But this cock was real, and I liked the look of those big, heavy, nutty brown balls dangling there with those hairs sticking out this way and that, curling around the nutty colored sac. Slowly, as I watched, his T shirt moved up more and more, exposing a good portion of what looked like was a good-sized dick. I could see his pubic hair now, dark brownish or black, with his balls pulling downward, making little folds of skin along the sac. There were a few stray hairs on the base of his cock, which for some reason, thrilled me.

I reached down and picked up my purse, and put it on my left leg, to hide this sight from any stray eyes that might look this way. He moved the T shirt all the way up until his cock suddenly jumped out, throbbing and pointing straight up.

I reached over to his leg and took the satchel, and put it on my other leg, making a higher barrier to hide this precious sight from any eyes but my own. He didn’t look at me at all, didn’t say a word. He simply sat there on the moving bus, his hard, pink-headed cock throbbing ominously. The bus stopped, and more people got off. He reached down with one hand and began stroking himself slowly, with his thumb and forefinger, not his whole hand. He pulled it upward, and I watched as the skin on his balls was pulled upward, and his big nut sac left the seat and was stretched upward. Then he squeezed and stroked downward slowly, and his fat balls hit the seat again. I could see his abdomen moving, and he was breathing harder and faster, and soon, his hand began to shake, and there were little tremors in his legs. I could see how he was a good flasher. He had a long T shirt, and only the legs of his pants, which were tied to his upper thighs. He was inventive, I guessed. He was sitting there, basically with no pants, really. He released his big cock, and laid it against his belly, where it throbbed obscenely. I loved the sight of it, of seeing a big, fat, hard, throbbing cock right there in a public bus. I needed to cum, but I was really afraid to do anything, anything at all.

He then looked around, and seemingly satisfied, wrapped his full fist around his cock, and stroked it fast and hard, for maybe ten seconds. Then he released it, and it throbbed against his belly and suddenly, he came. It boiled out of the bright pink, swollen head of his cock and ran out, down his belly a bit, to his pubic hair.

I reached into my purse and simply handed him a tissue. With that, he cleaned himself up, and tossed the tissue on the floor of the bus. He leaned forward, and his T shirt covered him.

I put his satchel in his lap, and when the bus stopped again, I got off. I had missed my stop by one stop, but the extra walk home was worth the effort!

Paula M., Los Angeles, CA

Show Off at the Lake

Near where I lived, there was a lake that had quite a few visitors on weekends, but not during the week. What was good about the area was that it was remote enough not to be continuously patrolled, but it was close enough to be convenient. It had two toilets and a drinking fountain. There were no life guards, and no security at all.

It was a perfect place to flash. I’m a young Pinoy (Philippine) man, with brown skin and a mostly smooth body, except for my legs, which are hairy. And of course, my cock is hairy, which I’m not about to shave like these phony porn star models do.

I didn’t like the idea of flashing my cock all of a sudden, and then taking off. I liked to do it slowly, with a woman watching me very slowly showing my cock. For some reason, that seemed more acceptable than walking down a park pathway with your cock hanging out. I don’t know why. I had done many things, but some of the best were the ‘accidental’ slow shows with women watching the entire time.

That is what happened with one of my best flashes at the lake. It was only about fifteen miles from my house, which was on the outskirts of town. I had actually designed my own swimming trunks, or rather, had taken some apart and put them back together my way. I had gone to the local department stores and men’s sections in clothing stores to find what I wanted.

After I had played seamstress and used a lot of