Diaries of a teenage exhibitionist |

5. The rules
From: Take It Off. Yes, All Of It. Now

I suppose you could say that meeting Laura had been my real baptism by fire. Not only was it the first time I had cum in front of someone else, it was the first truly sexual experience I’d ever had. 
For whatever reason, both Mark and Laura kept a low profile in the weeks after. That only made my feelings about the whole experience even more confused than they already were. I felt ashamed of what I’d done, but the dark shame was shot through with hot, bright, erotic pleasure. The fact that two people older than me had somehow discovered and fulfilled such a deep desire, one I hadn’t fully realized I had, filled me with secret delight. And I wanted more.
I made a pact with myself; from now on I’d do everything I could to explore this new found part of me. As I began to quickly lose most of my shame about my body, I started making some ‘rules’ for myself. I would sleep nude from now on, always undressing with lights on and blinds open. I would make myself use the showers at school. I would try to think up ways to dare myself and be less scared of taking risks. 
A full month passed and I couldn’t stand it anymore. One bright morning I finally gathered the courage to go around the block and ring Mark’s doorbell. My heart was racing by the time he answered the door. 
“André, what a surprise. What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to ah, say hello.”
“Did you now?” he said, looking at his watch. “I’m actually pretty busy but you can come in for a few minutes.”
I followed him into the kitchen, remembering the last time I’d been in there. My heart began to race again as he took a glass and poured me some juice. As he pushed it across the counter to me, I began unbuttoning my shirt. 
“What are you doing?” he demanded. 
I was thrown. “Isn’t that the price of juice?”
“André, you didn’t just come around to say hi. What do you want?”
What did I want? I suddenly realized I didn’t really know. 
“I ah… Just wanted to see how you were.” Mark’s unblinking gaze was making my uncertainty even greater. “It’s been so long since I saw you and ah..” I looked at the floor and swallowed. “You and Laura.. ah… Sir.”
“Sir?” For the first time since I’d come in, I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. 
“Didn’t I tell you that I wouldn’t let you get away with anymore false protests?”
“Yes sir.” I said quietly.
“So the real reason you’re here is because you want more. Is that it André?”
“Yes sir.”
“What’s that? Stop whispering.”
“Yes sir!”
“And what is it exactly that you want more of?”
“I… the last time with you.. and Laura….”
“What about it? You loved how she talked to you, didn’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes that was obvious. What else?”
“S… str… Stripping sir.”
“Stripping sir. What you mean is you loved being told to strip naked, wank off and cum while we watched you.”
“Y.. Yes sir,” I said quietly.
“Say that then”
“I loved being told to strip naked, wank off and cum while you both watched me sir.” My heart was really pounding hearing myself say those words.
“Because you’re an…?” he looked at me in just the same way my history teacher did when trying to prompt an answer. Seeing my blank look he helped me. “Because you’re an ex…”
“.. exhibitionist sir." 
"Say it.”
“I’m an exhibitionist sir.” The words were finally out. I felt as though I’d admitted to some shameful crime I’d hidden for years.
“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but it doesn’t work that way. You can’t just walk in here every time you’re horny. I have a life and it’s not all about pleasing a horny teenager. You’re horny right now, aren’t you?" 
"That’s not it…”
“No?” he said sharply, suddenly leaning over and squeezing the front of my pants. 
I felt my face redden. He knew me better than I knew myself. 
“Listen to me André, whatever happens it happens to my rules. Got that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Very eager considering you haven’t heard them yet. You need rules I suspect, so here are a few to start. 
One - don’t expect to come over here when you’re horny and just get what you need. That’s not how it works. Two - you always do what you’re told, no questions asked.”
“Of course si-”
“Not so fast horny boy. That means you don’t get to pick and choose. You do what I tell you to, when I tell you to, even if you don’t like it. No matter where it is. No matter who else is there. Even if it terrifies you. Rule three - This is over when I say it is. If you don’t listen or refuse to do as you’re told, I’ll end it on the spot. Understand?”
I couldn’t really imagine what it all meant.  “I understand sir,” I lied.
“I’m not so sure. Now I need to get back to work.”
He walked me to the front door and as I was about to open it, he stopped me in my tracks by saying “Stop. Strip off.”
“Excuse me sir?”
“What did I just tell you? No questions. Take all your clothes off.”
I began to slowly undo my shirt again. 
“This isn’t a strip tease. You have 10 seconds to get naked.”
I pulled my still half buttoned shirt over my head as I kicked off my shoes, pulling down my pants and underwear at the same time without even bothering to undo my belt. A few seconds later I stood there naked and panting.
“Good. Now open the door, then go outside and close it behind you.”
My heart skipped several beats at that. He surely couldn’t be serious? But his look told me otherwise and he had just warned me that if I failed this test it would be the end of everything. 
I opened the door a few inches and looked out at the street. There were a few cars parked but thankfully I could see no one walking around. I took a deep breath, telling myself it was like ripping off a band aid, and prepared to walk outside in one swift action. As I was about to pull door the rest of the way open, Mark put his hand against it and pushed it closed again.    
He seemed to consider for a moment before nodding his head.  
“Be here 10am Sunday and we’ll see how you get on,” he said, walking back upstairs and leaving me alone to get dressed.