Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown.

A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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It was moving day.

My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.

I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally
moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and
the family was going with him.

I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I
was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the
driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my
dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over
to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were
insistent I go back to college first.

I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now.
The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes.
The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming
to the end of what had been a long day.

It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to
the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I
had one final thing I wanted to do first.

I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody
in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don't get me wrong, I was
expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I'd started, not
when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of
trouble.

But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.

I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with
the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I'd had for many years now.

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I
let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong
with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I'd done it plenty of
times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the
garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest.

I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be
putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot
and rough against the soles of my feet.

A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown
leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I
was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging
where my excitement was having its effect.

Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.

Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.

I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield.
Blonde hair, a little too long; I'd not had a cut all summer. Smooth
face; handsome, I'm told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem
to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for
the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some
muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy
eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for
cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a
razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock;
unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with
excitement.

I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.

Nude Fantasies

I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first
discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I've had an
exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched
while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various
ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened
out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself
somewhere very public.

It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was
very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a
young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a
willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and
likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to
live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and
friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who
knew me would get to hear about it and I'd have to live with the
reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his
cock.

I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock;
but I didn't want my friends and family to know that! My personal
reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter
what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even
when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back
here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live
here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of
their community. I couldn't condemn my parents to be known as the people
whose kid waved his cock around in the street.

When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we
would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the
people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly,
my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an
expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn't
matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I
would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my
family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the
bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public
with a boner on; I would never hear any of it.

I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I
was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in
good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a
guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine,
played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing
nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do
with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that.
But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to
feel confident when I had everything on show, after all.

I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do
it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did
it, it might still reach them. I wasn't moving away from them, so they
were the people I couldn't let find out about my naked plan; or the
shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I
would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my
exhibitionism.

When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to
college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help
my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up
my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I
would drive myself back to college, and we'd meet up in a few weeks.
And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would
do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go
for one last walk around town.

It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30 pm by the time my
family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place
in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that
there would still be people around (and there would still be enough
visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the
day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being
seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would
be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone
would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record
for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape
quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and
might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely
didn't want to happen.

That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by
my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops
waiting for me on my return.

But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.

I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood
took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the
feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and
didn't want to dash around unseen by anyone.

Walking the dog

As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person
saw me. It was a woman; I didn't know her but I guessed she was in her
40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a
thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn't see
me; but w