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I had asked Howie if he ever got caught. I meant going to a brothel or escort. He interperted my question as something else and we have this delightful story…
I wasn’t going to write about this sort of thing but when you asked about getting caught this was the first thing that came to mind.
I was a very young even though my age was 16 my sheltered upbringing and shyness made me feel younger.
I was a tall , hansome but quiet boy that masterbated daily over anything I could find like the national geographic pages or anything else with photo’s of girls wether dressed or half dressed. My father was a church minister and my mom ran sunday school and church functions so almost everything we did centred around the church. I don’t know when it began but for as long as I can remember I loved being naked and exposeing myself.
The fear of getting caught was the only thing stopping me being naked all the time.
My sister was the last of my older siblings still at home. She is almost 4 yrs older than me so I continually tried to peek into her bedroom to watch her undress. Many times I watched her changeing and masterbated while looking at her breasts, which were small but had big puffy nipples that jiggled under her nightie when she didn’t wear a bra.
For a few weeks I acted as if I was undressing everymorning just as she headed to work past my wide open door , with my pants down and my erection sticking straight out hopeing she would one day stop and suck me off. However nothing was ever said and she stopped going past my door.
So as for getting caught!
I’d often go down stairs under the house at night…. to explain,.. in my area the houses are often built on poles to help keep it cool so under a house became like a work area , laundry and garage with open palings that could be seen through.
I’d strip off between cars and inch by inch creep out slowly into the open night air , getting courage from my erection.
The feeling of being naked in full view of our suburban street was thrilling! Our house was close to the road with only the narrow open lawn then flower garden in between it and the street.
Night after night I’d head out further and further , step by step , very cautious and searching for any of our friendly nieghbors wandering about. Cars occasionally cruised down the street but after the first few passed without stopping I figured all I needed to do was stay out of the headlights so by the time cars had seen me they’d already passed by.
I had done it many times , some more daring than others , some nights I even had a stroll down the middle of the road. The risk was huge but so was the thrill.
One night my parents were busy preparing for a special dinner. I hadn’t listened when they told me what it was for so I was downstairs and , although it was early , I got horny and begun walking outside naked. I could hear them busy preparing in the dining room so I wasn’t worried they’d see me as I slowly made my way across the lawn and onto the street at twilight. A cars headlights swung into our street so I dashed behind a large bush until it passed. The thrill was fantastic so as soon as it had gone I went back out.
My confidence had grown so when the next car came I hid behind a much smaller, thinner bush. It was only a few twiggy branches that was very thin and easy to see through but as long as the car passed quickly then I might have got away with it.
The car slowed several houses away and crept along as if looking for something.
My heart was racing! It was so exciting! I was so vulnerable behind a few twigs and an wideopen lawn between me and the safety of my house.
But then the car stopped! It’s headlights put me directly in the spotlight. It was impossible that the person driving had not seen me and was looking at my naked body wondering why I was there..
For a few seconds I’m torn between running or staying , though either way I knew I’d been discovered.
I hear our front door open the same time both car doors open. My parents had come out to meet the car!
I had to run!
The 50ft sprint with my erection swinging side to side seemed to take forever.
As I dress I hear my parents greeting someone but it sounds friendly enough so it mustn’t be about them seeing a naked boy in the street.
Once fully clothed I return upstairs to be met by my parents who were calling me in to meet a nice new young couple that had moved into the area and were going to start coming to our church. My parents wanted to welcome them with a dinner so I had to sit opposite the early 20’s young married people all through dinner. I knew they’d seen me. I had been just a few feet away when I ran past.
I had my head down most of the meal but when I did glance up I saw them smiling at me. The pretty young wife very quickly and slyly raised her eyebrows. It wasn’t much but it was enough to tell me they had seen me but weren’t telling my parents.
I could relax for now…..and of course masturbate many times as I thought about what that married couple might have been thinking about.
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Meet Howie… a 53 year old happily married man living in Queensland, Australia. Unfortunately for Howie, his wife is no longer interested in sex. But, Howie still is, and since he loves his wife, and would never be unfaithful, he seeks relief from sex workers. Howie is not a writer, just an ordinary family man who keeps a diary, well hidden I’m sure, here is a page or two.
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