("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Becoming an Exhibitionist by Doug (doug_500@yahoo.com) *** A widowed Grandmother guides her grandson into being an exhibitionist to enable her to regularly see his young and virile body. He is willing and her subtle guidance makes him think it's his idea to expose himself. (F/m- teen, ped, inc, exh, mast) *** The following began when I was 15 years old and continued until I was almost 18. My grandmother lived nearby and I frequently spent the night with her. I decided she was something of an exhibitionist and in a way trained me to be one too. She would put on a gown at night with nothing on underneath. I knew this because she would bend over my bed to adjust the covers and I could see all the way down the inside of her gown, her aged but ample breasts swaying in front of me. In the summer she would wear a very thin gown that left little to the imagination. At the neck, it opened down the front for several inches. Through the thin lace- like fabric, I could see the outline of her breasts and a darker area where her areola and nipples were. I could also see the dark of the triangle between her legs. When she stood between the light source, and me I could see between her legs. When she leaned over to pull back the covers on her bed, next to mine, her breasts would be visible. Sometime when she would lie down, the loose top would pull to the side, exposing one of her breasts. Taking Grandmother's lead, I decided not to wear underwear under my pajamas. Boy's pajamas had an opening in the pants with just a single snap to close it. I was easily excitable at that age so it was difficult not to have an erection. The snap was not sufficient to cover my penis from view. The first time I was exposed was when she unexpectedly pulled back the covers over me to, on a cold winter night, give me a warm blanket. My erect penis was exposed, outside the opening in my pajamas. I was frozen in fear but she just acted as if she had not seen it. The next morning, she told me keep my pajamas on and to go to the den where she would serve breakfast to me on a TV tray. I realized as she brought the plate in that my penis was visible through the opening. I'm sure she saw it but again, she didn't say anything. She would sit in a chair that was a few feet away from which she could watch me. This continued until summer. In the summer, her house was very warm at night. One night, after going to bed, I was telling Grandmother how hot I was. She suggested that I take my clothes off to be cooler. I undressed except for my briefs. The next night I brought a swim supporter and cut off the leg straps, allowing it to cover me by placing my scrotum into the pouch and pulling it tight to hold it on. This worked relatively well except when lying down. At that point it would pull too tightly and slid off the scrotum, popping up to my waist when it did. One night, she noticed me fidgeting after the lights were off and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was having trouble keeping the supporter in place – that it was not staying hooked between my legs. She turned on the light and asked me to show her what was wrong. I stood next to her bed and demonstrated how my penis was covered and my scrotum fit into the pouch. I then lay on my bed and showed her how it would pop off after a few seconds. She asked if I would take it off and let her look at it. I again stood next to her bed and removed it and handed it to her. I used one hand to partially cover my erect penis as she looked at the supporter. She looked at it for a minute or two, feeling the pouch, looking at it from several angles and finally handed it back saying she wasn't sure as to what could be wrong and told me to put it back on. I took it from her, removed my hand that was partially covering my penis and pulled the supporter back on. Before I could put my scrotum into the pouch, she reached out and took hold of the pouch in one hand and grasped my scrotum in the other and proceeded to place my scrotum into the pouch and look at how it was fitting. She said. "I think your testicles may be too small to hold it in place." She was right, of course. When I was erect, my underdeveloped scrotum hung down only an inch or maybe less. Sometime later, I took an old pair of briefs and cut them so there was just a 3-inch wide strip of cloth that ran from the middle back to the middle front, attached only to the elastic waistband, making a makeshift thong. It was very loose fitting, hanging down about halfway to my knees and actually covered very little. Still, it gave me the feeling that I had some coverage. From the front it covered my penis but from the side it only covered the tip of my penis. Nevertheless, I referred to it as my "Penis Cover". I started wearing this to sleep in. Occasionally, she would need a fan turned on or forgot to do something and I would get up to take care of it. She would turn on the lamp so she could see me take care of the task in my near-naked state, almost always with a full erection that was fully visible when I stood sideways to her. My penis would occasionally work its way out from under the cover and be fully exposed. If I noticed, I would quickly cover it but I couldn't really feel when it happened so I could be walking around fully exposed for a while before I noticed. I would always apologize for it coming out as I covered it again. One evening while we were watching television in Grandmother's den, she went into the bedroom and returned with my Penis Cover. She came to me and to my amazement held it out in front of me and said, "Go ahead and put your Penis Cover on now so you will be ready to go to bed when the program ends." As I took it from her, she told me that I could undress and put it on while standing behind the chair I was sitting in. She left the room for a minute and I proceeded to undress. About the time I was down to my briefs, she returned and sat in her chair about 6 feet away. From her chair she had a clear view to see behind my chair and watched as I removed my briefs and put on the Penis Cover. I then returned to the chair to sit. The sides of the chair were open and she had a clear view from the side, to see all of my near-naked body. The only thing covered from her view was the very tip of my penis. I came to realize that night that she was enjoying my nakedness and actually encouraging it. A short time later I started sleeping totally naked but continuing to wear the Penis Cover when out of the bed. A few days later she came in to the bedroom one morning, pushed the sheet off me and told me breakfast was ready and that I was to come to eat right then. I pointed out that I was naked but she responded that I come without putting anything on because she didn't want the food to get cold by taking time to dress. The Penis Cover was on the nightstand and would have taken only a few seconds to put on but I understood that she truly wanted me to be completely naked. I got up immediately and walked in front of her into the kitchen, washed my hands and then sat at the table. I sat with the chair out slightly further away from the table than usual, so that my penis was visible to her. She would frequently forget to put something on the table and I would volunteer to get it. I came to realize that she was 'forgetting' things on purpose. From that point I became comfortable being totally naked in her presence and dispensed with wearing anything. At night, about an hour before we went to bed, she would frequently suggest that I "Get ready for bed" which was her way of telling me to undress. I would remove all of my clothes and remain naked until I finished breakfast the next morning. Some mornings she would come into the bedroom and if I were lying on my stomach she would use her hands to gently spank one butt cheek and alternately the other while saying, "Get up sleepy head, time to get up, get up, get up, get out of bed," over and over in rhythm with the spanking. If I were lying face up, she would use her fingers to 'walk' from one leg over my pubic area to the other leg, sometimes walking her fingers over my penis and scrotum. As her finger touched the sensitive area right under my glans, my penis would almost instantly spring straight up. When I started having wet dreams, I would awaken to find huge pools of semen on the sheets – sometimes over a foot in diameter. This became a very frequent event, happening every 2 or 3 days. I found it to be very embarrassing but Grandmother didn't make a big deal over it. However, to avoid having to change sheets so frequently, she suggested that we attempt to drain it before going to bed. We began a nightly process whereby I would lie on my back on the bed and hold a water glass while she took an electric massager, placed it against the underside of my penis, at the glans as it lay on my groin and turned it on. I found myself shaking uncontrollably from the sensation created by the intense vibration of the massager. After a minute or two I became lightheaded, felt the pressure to release building inside and eventually could not hold back any longer. I moved the glass to the head of my penis and ejaculated into it. She continued to hold the massager in place until she no longer saw ejaculate shooting into the glass, verbally encouraging me, "Let it all out. Let it all come out." I was always amazed at how much I produced from one day to the next. It was usually about 2 inches deep in the glass (probably about half a cup.) Even that didn't always prevent the wet dreams but it made for a much smaller spot to clean up on the infrequent occasions when it did happen. We continued to do this until I left for college. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 51