My name is Tom and I am an exhibitionist. These are my confessions.
(1) Walking down the hallway at the residence hall to take my shower wearing only a towel
My exhibitionism mostly got started when I was in college. My first year at school, I lived in Kimball Residence Hall. Both male and female students lived there, but each floor was the same sex. My room happened to be at the far end of the hallway and I had to walk the entire length every time I needed to use the bathroom or take a shower. It wasn’t very convenient in that respect.
At first when I went to take a shower, I would wear a woolen robe that my mother had given me, but I soon discovered that it was too itchy to wear on my bare skin. I decided that it made more sense to do without the robe and to just wrap a towel around my waist. The towel covered me okay and, with this being an all-male floor, it wasn’t a big deal.
The first few times I did this was early in the morning on the weekends when most of the other students were still sleeping. It was unlikely that a female would be on my floor at that time, let alone see me. One morning, when I was walking back to my room, my towel became loose. Since I wasn’t very far from my room, I just took it off and walked nude for the remaining distance.
Later on, I got more adventuresome so far as my towel wearing was concerned. The time of day didn’t matter as much anymore. There were a few times when some girls got to see me in the hallway. It was awkward but, after all, this WAS an all-male floor and I had a right to take a shower and to cover myself the way that I did. The girls would smile. One girl even threatened to pull my towel off (but she didn’t). I always got a thrill from knowing that only the towel was protecting my modesty.
One morning I was walking back to my room after taking a shower when a girl who was visiting her boyfriend in the room next to mine happened to see me. She asked me if I had any cigarettes. I thought it was kind of strange that she would ask me that seeing that all I had on was the towel. Besides, I wasn’t a smoker so I couldn’t help her with that anyway. She asked me to come inside the room for a moment because she wanted to ask me something. I was kind of hesitant, but I entered anyway. Her boyfriend wasn’t there at that moment. The girl said that she thought she had seen me before and was curious as to where I was from.
All the while we were talking, I was acutely aware of my state of undress. I was trying to have a normal conversation with her while not making an issue of it.
She was barefoot and wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Her black hair was tied in the back into a ponytail. I also remember that she had nice-looking legs.
Her boyfriend returned a few minutes later. Fortunately for me, he didn’t seem to mind that I was talking to his girlfriend in only my towel. Some guys would be jealous about things like that.
The three of us chatted for a few minutes. She told me about the classes that she was taking and that she wanted to be a teacher. I already knew that my neighbor wanted to go to medical school but that he was having a tough time in chemistry class.
I had only intended to stay for a few minutes. I figured that it was time for me to head back to my room and get dressed.
Suddenly, out of the blue, my neighbor pulled my towel off. I honesty hadn’t expected that would happen. He had somehow gotten near me and it was easy for him to grab a hold of it.
Was I embarrassed! There I was standing stark naked in front of his girlfriend.
She shrieked with laughter. She couldn’t believe that her boyfriend had done that, but that didn’t stop her from staring at my cock.
My cock wasn’t erect or else I would have been even more embarrassed.
The incident only lasted for a few seconds until her boyfriend handed my towel back to me.
For whatever reason, I got a reputation on the floor for being somewhat of an exhibitionist. This probably started with my roommate, Steve, because he knew what I did. In fact, one morning he even commented to me about how I seemed to have this down to a system. I think he was referring to the way I fastened the towel. He even remarked that the towel covered me pretty well. It wasn’t a very big towel though. I don’t think he disapproved of what I did, but it wasn’t something that he would do.
I think he must have said something to some of the other guys because they commented to me about it too. No wonder my neighbor pulled my towel off in front of his girlfriend. I bet he saw me going to the shower and figured that this was his chance to have some fun. He probably talked his girlfriend into luring me into his room so that he could strip me.
There was another incident that I want to tell you about. It didn’t involve me directly though. I just happened to witness it. There was a guy on my floor who used to wear a white terry cloth cotton robe when he went to take his showers. (No doubt that was more practical that the woolen robe that my mother had given me.). I remember that it was rather short on him. It was long enough to cover his private parts when he was standing, but that was about it.
Anyway, I happened to be in another neighbor’s room down the hallway with a few of the guys from my floor and a girlfriend of one of the guys when they called this fellow to come into the room. He had just taken a shower and all he had on was his robe. A couple of the guys ganged up on him and pulled his robe completely off in front of the girl and there was nothing he could do about it. Was he embarrassed! But it was more than that. I think that the guys humiliated him.
The poor guy wasn’t very muscular. He never stood a chance against the guys.
The girl was embarrassed too. She didn’t like what the guys did to him. I didn’t like it either.
I know this may seem juvenile to you.
(2) Sleeping in the nude at college
One of the things I liked to do when I first went to college was to sleep in the nude or with at most just a tee shirt. The rooms in the residence hall had plenty of heat even in the dead of winter except that it sometimes got cold early in the morning. (It must have been the way that the school set the thermostat.) Sleeping in the buff wasn’t a problem as far as the temperature was concerned. I would just cover myself with a warm blanket.
In case you’re wondering, I didn’t walk around my room naked while my roommate, Steve, was there as I don’t think he would have appreciated that. Also, I’m not gay so I didn’t have any desire to show my body to him or to any other guy for that matter. If he happened to be there when it was time for me to go to bed, I would quickly undress and get under the covers.
One thing that I should tell you is that Steve had a lot of girlfriends. He was a good-looking guy, tall with dark brown hair. He certainly knew how to attract the ladies. There were times when I tried to take notes. LOL.
Anyway, I remember an incident that happened one night when this girl, Julie, was waiting in my room for Steve to return. They weren’t exactly boyfriend/girlfriend although I think she would have liked that. She knew that he wouldn’t be back for a while as he had an on-campus job at the main library (it didn’t close until late on weeknights), but she thought my room would be a quiet place for her to study. I didn’t mind as she and I got along fine.