Exposed Pt. 1: Nothing Bad Happens

Preface: Everyone in this real story is over the age of eighteen. This chapter (Part 1) describes what actually happened that night, over forty years ago. The subsequent chapters describe what traumatic events could have happened. Those chapters are purely a product of my imagination, since I have had so many years to ruminate on the what exciting events might have transpired.

Summary: My parents were away for the night, and I (M19) was horny. I went outside into our quiet, suburban neighborhood in nothing but socks and sneakers. Luckily, I did not get caught.

It was the early 1980s, and I was home from college. It was summer break, and I had no job. My best friend had opted to stay the summer at his college. It's amazing the things that you do when you're alone and bored.

I was pretty horny. My college girlfriend was over three hours away, and I had no means to visit her. We had dated for about four months. We were committed to one another, but we hadn't progressed very far physically. I awaited the next school year, when I hoped for us to have sex.

This summer, my hormone-addled mind led me into some crazy thinking during my alone hours. My parents lived in a duplex situated in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. There was a roof-access hatch in our attic.

Both of my parents worked outside of the home. One lazy morning, I took a large towel with me up onto the roof. Once on the roof, I set out the towel and laid down to soak up the sun. On our side of the duplex, I could see a great distance. On the neighbor's side, there were tall trees that mostly shielded the roof from view.

After about thirty minutes the novelty of sunbathing wore off. I considered my options. There was an elevated section of roof that separated my parents' roof from that of our neighbors. I presumed that it was the cap of the firewall separating the two duplex units. I found that I could lay on the neighbor's side of the roof, and given the trees on one side, and the elevated roof section on the other, I was visibly shielded from anyone who might look up from a neighboring home.

I moved my towel to the neighbor's side. I laid down and verified that my body seemed to be shielded from onlookers. I carefully slid my shorts down and off. I laid there for a minute in my underwear. Then, I slid my underwear off. I quietly laid back down, fully exposed to the sky. That was exciting.

Nervously, I peeked over the raised roof, and then all around me to verify that I was concealed. There was thrill in the slight risk of being seen, naked in public. However, actually being seen, and reported to my parents, would be awful. I was a good kid. I feared that if my activity was detected, I would be seen as some latent pervert, and not some harmless, free-thinking nudist.

This was over forty years ago. I can't remember if I masturbated on the roof, or not. I probably did... Yeah, I did. The dormant exhilaration of public nudity was awakened, as was the thrill of being discovered in such a vulnerable state.

That same summer, my parents went out one Friday evening. I knew that they would be gone for hours. The house had a basement that was partially submerged. It was a walkout, and there were three concrete steps that allowed you to exit the basement into the backyard. Once you exited, you were mostly shielded by the detached garage behind the house, and a hedgerow to the left.

I stood in the basement evaluating what I was about to do. I opened the basement door and stepped out into the stairwell; it was a warm evening. It was dark, except for the moonlight.

I stepped back inside. I took off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. I quietly stepped outside again, naked save for my socks and sneakers. I felt the warm air on my cock and balls. I hardened. How young cocks react to every little stimulus.

At this point, the only people who could possibly see me were the elderly couple next door, to the right. If they were awake, they were most likely in the front of their house, away from where I stood.

I walked left, sneaking down the path between the garage and hedgerow. At the end of this short path, it opened up into our gravel parking area. There was another home behind us, and we were only separated from them by a scrawny tree line. Past our parking area, our driveway turned left to intersect with the street.

From my vantage, I could look into the single-family home behind us. There was a yellow glow in the kitchen, but I saw no other sign of occupancy. I stepped out into our gravel parking area, just for a few seconds - for the thrill of it.

Safely tucked back into the secluded pathway, I considered my riskier options. I could sneak along our gravel driveway, mostly shielded from view. At the end of the driveway, I would be exposed to an oncoming car or anyone walking on the sidewalk. But I could hear a car, and this was not a heavily used sidewalk, especially at night.

I quickly scurried down the driveway and stopped at the sidewalk. I saw no cars or pedestrians. To my left, this section of hedge was chest high. To the right, the scrawny tree line mostly shielded me from the single-family home that still showed no sign of life.

Across the street, and down about fifty yards was a streetlight. It illuminated the street, but didn't cast much of a glow on my refuge. There were two driveways on the other side of the street, leading to their respective homes. The driveway to the right was a long driveway that terminated at the garage. There was no refuge there. The driveway on the left was host to two vehicles. The garage was set back just enough to allow for the parked vehicles.

I was a really good kid, you could ask anyone. In fact, maybe that was my problem. I wasn't outwardly mischievous. I didn't have the normal release of pent-up energy that many people my age enjoyed. I had a bit of latent devilry that needed to be liberated, tonight.

In a moment of reckless abandon I stood up and sprinted across the street. I could feel my cock and balls swinging. I quickly hid between the parked cars in the left driveway. I was hunched over, naked. I was about fifty yards from the safety of my parent's basement. Also, my safe harbor was now on the other side of a public street. The thrill and danger was exhilarating. I don't think that I've ever felt so vulnerable in my life. Fuck, it was exhilarating.

I was in the Smith's driveway. I looked up at the Smith family's home. I knew the Smiths. Mr. Smith looked like Jimmy Stewart. Mrs. Smith was a MILF, even though that term didn't exist back then. Both were respected members of the community, and they would never have imagined that their young neighbor was hiding, naked, behind their cars. I felt my hardness.

I didn't want to press my luck, and so I sprinted back across the street. I rushed along our driveway, and into the path between the garage and hedge. I was safe. But, I didn't want to call an end to my thrilling exposure. It was too good.

I was standing near the safety of our house, and only feet from the basement stairway. Luck seemed to be on my side. I pushed into the ragged opening in the hedgerow - the only barrier that separated my parents' backyard from the yard belonging to the other side of the duplex.

The branches scratched my body, giving me a delectable reminder of my naked body. I could feel the stiff branches scratching my cock and naked ass. The minor torture was invigorating, even deliciously punishing.

Exiting the hedgerow, I stood in our neighbor's backyard. I flicked my cock, just to emphasize my state of arousal. There really wasn't much more for me to do. I had pushed the limits of prudence. Any additional thrill wasn't worth the risk of getting caught.

I pushed back through the hedgerow and worked my way into my parent's basement. I dressed. I stepped outside one final time - as if revisiting the scene of the crime. I heard quiet voices. I moved to stand next to the detached garage, and I peered around it.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith stood in my parent's driveway, about twenty yards away. It was evident that they were scouring the area for something, or someone. They must have seen someone scurrying across the street - from their driveway into my parents' driveway. I crept back down the stairs and into the basement. I quietly closed and locked the door.

Once upstairs, I turned on the television and sat, and tried to appear as innocent as possible. I desperately hoped that the Smiths would not ring the doorbell. Finding me here alone would lend some suspicion of my culpability.

If they saw someone scurrying around their cars, they may have presumed it to be a burglar. If they saw a naked body, then they presumed it to be a pervert. Lucky for me, there were several boys living nearby who were the more likely suspects, had they been guessing at the culprit.

The doorbell never rang. I escaped my little adventure. However, I promised myself that there would be more.