Exhibitionism experiences

We all love spandex here; my reason for wearing it in public is I love to show-off. Ideally, it’s by being naked in public. Childhood I started early… My parents never taught us shame, and it was perfectly okay to walk naked in the house to go to/from the shower. I enjoyed doing it, but I don’t recall anyone else doing it. At school, when we went to the pool, I really enjoying being naked in front of the other boys, and looking at them. Funny thing, once, there was a grown-up and I saw his big dick (I was maybe 6 or 7) and I remember thinking "I hope my dick does not get that big when I grow-up!". Haha. I’ve learned better since then… Pre-teen My bedroom door was right next to the house back entrance, and one day, I got back from my shower and there were some neighbours on the back porch with my brother. One of them saw me naked and started laughing at me. So I got outside on the porch, naked, in front of maybe 5 or 6 kids (there was 2 girls), and asked him what was the problem. The laughter did not last long… The first time I purposely exposed myself was when I was about 10 or 11, I would often show off in the living room window; I don’t know if anyone on the street noticed… When we would go to the country house, I would go for long walks in the wood, stripping and carrying my clothes in a backpack. A few times I went with a neighbour (the first guy I ever sucked, at age 12 — entirely my idea), but the only time he would get naked is when we went swimming. Sometimes I would even do it in the winter; when I was alone, I would go running as much as 1 km, wearing only a sweater (yes, barefoot in the snow), passing near the neighbours’ houses at night. I think one saw me once, but I never heard anything about it. I was the only one in the family who did not ski; I would tag along, often at night, and walk up the and down mountain to idle the time. One evening, not too far from the ski lift queue, I found a dark spot where I could sit in the snow (not naked, though), and I would jerk off at the guys waiting to go up; this was when skiing tights were fashionable. Good times. I guess that’s one reason why I love spandex, it sure had a big place in my childhood phantasms… (No, super heroes never interested me, I found the whole idea pretty stupid — I mean that superman dude, wearing his speedo on top of his tights, really? But Ralph Bashki’s Spideman animated films caught my eye because he was anatomically perfect; very often he would have a well-defined package). Those were my childhood experiences… But one can’t really say it’s exhibitionism for exhibitionism’s sake… Teenage years I love biking, so it’s only natural that I would want to try to ride naked. I first did that when I was around 16. I went very late at night in a big city park. I went to a far away path, and as I got ready, I had a terrific hard-on, which only intensified when I removed my shorts and started pedalling. I rode about 500 meters and I could not bear it anymore, so I stopped and jerked-off, coming in no time… I put back my shorts, and when I got back to a lighted area, I found that I had a huge wet spot on my shorts (this was before spandex as spandex was a thing)… Fortunately it dried up when I got home, but I worried for nothing, nobody saw me come in. In the same park, I would often go for a walk at night with my shorts off. The second time I did, I encountered someone, and the memory of the shock I felt is still very vivid and useful when I need to get hard and/or to come… However, I was still a kid and I could not get myself to go close to some bunch of guys fooling around, here and there, in the dark… I don’t think any noticed I did not wear shorts (I eventually wore a long shirt that could hide the absence of shorts in case of emergency)… Adulthood Eventually, I moved out of the house. I sure did not care if neighbours saw me naked on the balcony… (Once, a neighbour called the cops on me after I dared him to do so, but since I did it legally, no being visible from the street, they threatened to accuse him of voyeurism). A few times I was invited to spend some time in a country house far in the woods, often we’d spend a whole week without wearing anything. Over the years, I would often go on a long bike path that had only three entrances, and one of them did not close at night so there was never anyone at night. Over the years, I must have riden (rided?) over 50 km there at night, 3-4 km at a time. I once went at dawn and rode naked in daylight. I even once went with a fuckbuddy (one of the few guys I met who was into spandex) and after riding 4 km, he fucked me on a picnic table (this started a trend where we would irregularly meet in a park at night and he would fuck me)… The World Naked Bike Ride Then the holy grail happened: the World Naked Bike Ride. We would ride our bikes totally naked in the city, downtown, during the day, for some 10 km, going about three times in a loop. Over the years, I estimated I must have rided (riden?) 50 to 60 km naked, downtown, during the day and that at least 100,000 people have seen me naked on my bike. Yes, we really DO go bike naked: The peoples’ reaction was almost always positive, clapping, cheering, laughing. The funniest ones, though, were those who did not like that, they made very long faces, trying very hard not to look. Those were always in very expensive cars… Funny thing, you quickly get used to it. The first time, is, "should I really do this?", the second time "hey! Let's bike naked!". The third time is "ah, time to bike naked". The fourth time it feels perfectly normal… The first time it happened, we had a police escort; some very enthusiastic cops were on bikes, and it was very obvious that they would have liked to do it naked, too. The old cops looked totally blasé. As the years passed, the police escort got smaller and smaller… So, that’s my experiences with showing-off naked instead of in my usual outrageous spandex. What were your exhibitionism experiences? Please tell us!