Eli was up all night tossing and turning.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep, couldn’t get his mind to quiet down. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the frustration and hurt in Klitz’s eyes and the naive admiration from Sydney. There was no way she could’ve known that this is how it would end up. She had been so excited when Eli asked her out, which made what he had to do all the more heartbreaking.

What could he say to her that would be believable while still withholding knowledge of the truth? It wasn’t like he could just go up to her and say “hey Sydney, I had a great time last night except I can’t date you because I’m fucking my guy best friend”. Even the hypothetical made his stomach roll over with nausea. The whole situation made him feel ill. He was kept awake, plagued by thoughts of everything that could possibly go wrong.

Eli wasn’t great with words in the first place. Nothing he ever said was eloquent or graceful, he often stumbled over his speech. He could easily come up with a joke or a comeback, but that was different from something he had to take seriously. There was a very real possibility that he might slip up and say something incriminating and be exposed.

That also made everyone else finding out a very real possibility. Sydney, as lovely as she was, had a tendency to gossip about pretty much anything that happened, ever. Even if he didn’t fuck up what he was gonna say, it was almost guaranteed that Sydney would tell all of her friends about the “breakup”. Eli wouldn’t be surprised if she already told them about their date.

He also had to make it seem like he was still interested. It would be super suspicious for him to tell her he couldn’t date her just because he didn’t want to. Nobody didn’t want to date Sydney.

His eyes burned and he glared at his alarm clock when it told him it was nearly four am, as if that was its fault. He rolled over to the other side of his bed where he wouldn’t be lying in a puddle of sweat. It was slightly cooler but didn’t do much to help his nervous sweating, it just made him shiver.

He closed his eyes in frustration and made another attempt to fall asleep. He laid still for about five minutes, even took deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth, like how his parents had told him before when he couldn’t sleep. It didn’t work. Instead of the deep breathing calming him, it just made him angrier.

“This is so fucking stupid,” Eli muttered as he kicked off his covers and got out of bed. Sleeping was obviously not working, and he was hot—he ought to be doing something productive rather than stewing in his own sweat and self pity. He went to the bathroom and ran a shower, not bothering with turning on the hot water. He gasped as the cold water pelted his skin and made him break out in goosebumps.

He stood in the stream, getting used to the temperature.

He tried to scrub his body of his anxiety, letting it run down the drain with the soap and bubbles.

As he washed his hair, he thought about how he had to get out of this mindset that he was bound to mess it up. If he kept thinking like that, he would psych himself out and actually fuck up for real, which he couldn’t let happen under any circumstances.

He had to come up with something real, something that would work; he didn’t have a choice.

He got out of the shower and dressed in fresh clothes and instead of getting back into his own bed, he went to the guest bedroom.

He pulled back the comforter and got into bed. The sheets were stiff and smelled faintly like dust from disuse, but they were cool against his skin and he finally began to relax.

His eyes got heavier and heavier as he stared at the ceiling and eventually, sleep overtook him.

He woke up the next morning to his doorbell being rung repeatedly. Whoever was ringing it was obviously impatient. He looked around, disoriented and feeling like he’d been hit by a small truck. He blinked slowly several times until he regained enough consciousness to realize that he was sleeping in the guest room and didn’t have his alarm to wake him up.

God damnit.

He rushed out of bed and into his own room, checking the time on his alarm clock. The clock that was currently beeping obnoxiously, and had been, presumably, for the past thirty fucking minutes.

The ringing must be coming from Klitz, then.

He grabbed his phone off his nightstand and flipped it open to find four missed calls, all from Klitz. He groaned in annoyance and rushed to get dressed for school before going to the bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth because, contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t

that

 gross, then washed his face to get the sleep out of his eyes. At least he’d showered during the night and wouldn’t be going to school all sweaty. He looked at himself in the mirror, the state of his eyes catching his attention. Light purple circles under his eyes made them look even more downturned and sad.

He checked his outfit as well, making sure he was at least decently presentable, and noticed a red spot on his neck.

He pulled down his collar to see it better and, yep, that was a fucking hickey.

Fucking great, Klitz, thanks a lot.

He dug through a drawer in the vanity where he’d tossed the concealer that he’d used on the last hickey Klitz had so lovingly bestowed upon him. Eli rolled his eyes.

He smeared the concealer on the bruise and rubbed it in with his fingers. It was still partially visible and the concealer was way lighter than his actual skin tone, but nobody would notice unless they were standing super close to him. It’d be fine.

He bounded down the stairs and grabbed his bag, before unlocking the door to find Klitz pacing on his porch looking down at his phone. Eli was surprised he waited for him that long.

When Klitz heard the door open he looked up, concern on his face turning to anger. “What the fuck dude?! I called you like fifty times! I thought you were fucking dead or something!”

“Sorry. Couldn’t sleep last night, must’ve slept through my alarm,” Eli said as he locked his front door.

“And slept through me ringing the doorbell too?” Klitz said with irritation.

Eli turned to him and threw his arms up in an

I don’t know what you want me to say

 gesture.

Klitz let out a harsh breath of frustration. “Are you okay at least?”

“Yeah. Fine. Just tired.”

On the drive to school, Eli went over the two objectives he’d come up with during his sleepless night. The apology and the not quite breakup. He decided to get the apology over with. Eli thought about how upset Klitz had been yesterday. How aggressively he’d kissed him like he was staking a claim or trying to get a point across or something. It was super sexy, but it probably wasn’t the healthiest approach to sex, and it definitely didn’t make up for the fact that Eli hurt Klitz.

Eli had been stupid and selfish and ended up hurting two people because he was thinking with his dick and not his brain. That was pretty on par for him, but there was no denying that this time he took it too far.

Alright, the apology. Here goes nothing.

“Um,” Eli broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Well… wait, what was Eli sorry for? He and Klitz weren’t dating. It’s not like Eli cheated on him. But it felt weird, and Eli felt the need to apologize anyway.

“For, uh… kissing someone else.”

“Oh. It’s fine, man.” Klitz tried to make it seem like he didn’t care, but Eli saw the shift in his demeanor. Klitz was relieved.

Alright, one down, one to go.

They arrived at school and Eli and Klitz sat in the parking lot with the few minutes they had before the morning bell rang.

“Did you figure out what to tell Sydney?”

Actually, he did.

He would tell her that he thought it would be a bad idea to get into a relationship so late in the year when they were both about to go away to college in a few months. It was foolproof and completely reasonable.

It didn’t really explain his sudden change of heart though, since he seemed so eager yesterday. He could say he did some thinking overnight, which technically wasn’t a lie.

Sydney would probably agree with Eli’s reasoning. Yesterday, Eli had learned that Sydney was super academically oriented and had been accepted into Columbia University, which was practically on the other side of the country. Long distance with your high school sweetheart never worked out. Eli would convince her that this was for the best, and they’d stay friends, and everything would go back to normal, and he could keep kissing Klitz, and everyone would live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, there was a reason ‘happily ever after’ only existed in fairy tales.

At the beginning of English class, Sydney had walked over to Eli where he was already sitting at his desk and kissed him on the cheek. Eli smiled at her and pretended like everything was fine and dandy, but everything was not fine and dandy in the slightest. It was really sweet of her—Sydney was such an amazing girl—which made this so much more difficult.

Not difficult, emotionally, per se; difficult because it would look suspicious that he was turning down an opportunity to be with her. Any guy in their class would want a summer fling with Sydney, even if they both knew they’d have to break up a few months later. That was the main problem. There was no real excuse for Eli to turn down a summer fling, especially since there was a chance that Sydney would be cool with that. He’d just have to rely on the chance that she wouldn’t.

After class, Sydney turned to him and smiled sweetly before leaving. She didn’t know it, but she was actually really helping Eli out. Putting on a performance in front of Troy without even realizing. Eli knew he was the biggest asshole for using her like that, but he was dealing with a lot of shit, so he’d have to put feeling bad about it on the back burner. At least Troy would be taken care of for a little while.

After school, Eli went to the gym. Sydney had told Eli that she was in track and had practice after school every day, so he figured he could catch her at the locker rooms and tell her before practice. Regrettably, this plan meant that there was a risk Sydney would have to go to practice in a bad mood, but there was no way Eli was delaying more than he had to.

Sorry, Sydney. Eli’s gotta look out for number one.

He found her walking in the middle of a large group of other girls to the locker rooms carrying a gym bag. She was laughing at something one of the girls must’ve said and Eli felt so fucking guilty.

He wasn’t sure how to get her attention without interrupting the group, but luckily, she noticed Eli, saving him the awkward interaction with her friends who he knew for a fact didn’t think very highly of him.

“Oh, hey Eli!” She jogged over to him and pressed a brief, very unexpected kiss to his lips.

“Uh, hi,” he smiled nervously. “Can I talk to you real quick?” Eli glanced at the group behind them who were waiting for Sydney. All of the girls broke out into an ‘oooooh’ and Eli blushed. At least they didn’t automatically think it was something bad.

“Sure.” Sydney turned to the group and waved them off. “Guys, stooooop,” she said, giggly.

Sydney handed her gym bag to one of the girls before Eli took her hand and led her away from the group. “Do you know anywhere, um… private?” He lowered his voice in case anyone happened to be in earshot.

Sydney’s eyes got wide and a flirty grin spread on her face. Fuck, she probably thought Eli wanted to have some sort of fucked up school sex.

“Yes. Follow me.” Sydney walked off down the long, dim hallway of the gym locker room corridor. Eli followed Sydney to an old, abandoned looking girl’s dressing room, where she held the door open for him. He stood at the entrance and refused to go inside.

“That’s the girl’s,” he protested.

Sydney rolled her eyes. “Just come on, nobody’s in there.” Eli hesitantly walked into the room, feeling like he was breaking the law. “You’re insane if you think I’m going in the boy’s.” Sydney followed him into the room and locked the door behind her before turning around and pressing her back to it with a cheeky smile.

Eli didn’t know what he was expecting, but the room was just a basic dressing room. A long counter was bolted to the wall with an equally long mirror above it. It smelled like dust, and old perfume still lingered in the air even after the room obviously had not been used for a good while. There was a set of lockers across from the mirrored wall. It looked more like a room that belonged in the performing arts building for people in plays or some shit to get dressed in than a locker room in a gym.

Sydney crossed the room from where she was standing at the door to Eli, wrapped her arms around Eli’s waist and kissed him, harder than she had done in front of her friends and it caught Eli off guard. Eli had been secretly hoping that last night was a fluke and he was only freaked out from Sydney kissing him because he was intimidated. He halfway expected himself to enjoy it this time and would have to tell Klitz he changed his mind.

Eli wished that was the case.

Things were starting to go way too far with Klitz—not like they hadn’t from the very beginning—but Eli found himself wanting it more and more as each day passed. He wasn’t sure if he could stop even if he wanted to, which was absolutely terrifying. Hell, he had tried to stop; that was the whole reason he was with Sydney in the first place. And he couldn’t even do that.

This ‘not thing’ seemed like it was rapidly approaching ‘thing’ territory, and that was dangerous. Mainly because Eli wasn’t gay and if he had a thing with Klitz then people would think he was gay. How was he supposed to get women if people thought he was gay?

To Eli’s dismay, kissing Sydney didn’t feel any better than it did last night. It was still cold and, despite Sydney’s enthusiasm, was unwelcoming. Eli resisted the urge to recoil and shove her away. Instead, he gently pushed her back with a hand on her shoulder so that he could speak.

“Um, so listen,” Eli started, going over the script he had prepared in his head. “I had a great time with you last night.”

Sydney’s smile faded slightly. She’d probably heard those words before. She probably knew where this was going. “But…?” she offered.

“But,” Eli accepted, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to date.”

Sydney stepped back and tilted her head as she frowned. “Why not?”

“I just,“ Eli looked at the ceiling and rubbed at his neck anxiously, playing up how guilty he felt to hopefully sell it better. “I think we–“ Eli looked back down at her, ready to deliver his prepared excuse, but paused when he saw her no longer looking at his face.

She was looking at his neck.

Oh shit. Shit shit shit.

Eli looked at his palm and found the concealer smudged there, now doing its job concealing on his hand rather than on his neck where it should be.

Sydney reached out and rubbed away the remaining concealer with her thumb, revealing the rest of the bruise. “That wasn’t there last night, was it?” she asked.

Eli stood there, mouth hanging open at a loss for words. She wasn’t supposed to see that. He hadn’t come up with an excuse for that. What was he supposed to say to explain that?

Sydney had gone off script and Eli didn’t have a backup plan. A wave of nausea hit him as he realized he was trapped with no excuse and no plan and no way to explain without giving himself away. He went red in the face as he recalled the events taking place that were the reason he had a hickey. It was because he was fucking around with Klitz. Klitz, who was a man. A man gave him a hickey. The realization caused a nasty mix of panic and fear to develop inside him, and his brain began to shut down.

“Were you with another girl last night?” Sydney asked, anger edging her voice.

Oh god, Eli didn’t want Sydney to be mad at him. He still wanted to stay friends with her, and telling her he got a hickey from some other girl on the same night as their date would be the easiest way to make sure that didn’t happen.

Unable to think clearly, Eli did his best to reassure, “No, Sydney, not a girl–“ but stopped when his brain caught up with him and he realized what he had just said.

Not a girl.

Sydney raised her eyebrows at him in shock. “Not… a girl…?” She spoke slowly, like she wasn’t sure if Eli was joking or not.

Three little words.

Three little words that instantly managed to completely fuck everything up.

“No– I mean, yes,” Eli babbled, trying to fix his slip up.

“Were you with a boy?” Sydney raised her voice.

Everyone knew about fight or flight. It was an instinctual reaction to a threat, kicking in when one was faced with danger. Unfortunately, Eli was currently experiencing the lesser known freeze.

He stood stock still, eyes wide with fear, not knowing how to continue from there. His chest was tight and he could feel tears forming in his eyes. “Sydney, I–“ his voice caught in his throat. His breathing picked up and his vision turned fuzzy at the edges. He was so fucked. Everyone was gonna find out.

Sydney watched Eli gradually begin to break down, and her expression turned from anger and confusion, to worry, finally understanding what was going on. “Eli,” she walked to where Eli hadn’t even noticed he’d backed away and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, getting his attention.

Eli jumped and looked at her, eyes filled with tears, panicked and terrified. “I’m not gay, I swear.”

“Take a deep breath,” she tried to slow his spiral. She guided Eli through a few deep, shuddering breaths until he wasn’t so lightheaded from hyperventilating and the lump in his throat went down enough that he could speak again.

Eli was stuck.

He couldn’t exactly deny that he was with a boy now that he’d totally lost his shit over it. He didn’t have to confirm it verbally; he took care of that with his fucking panic attack.

“I can’t explain,” he whispered, not trusting his voice. “I want to, but I can’t.”

“It’s okay,” she said sympathetically.

Eli scrunched his eyes shut tight and his tears fell.

“Hey, Eli, it’s okay, seriously.” Sydney pulled him into a light hug. He didn’t reciprocate, his arms hanging heavily at his sides.

“I’m sorry.”

Sydney pulled away and adjusted the lapels of his jacket. “You know, I think we’re better off as friends anyway,” she smiled gently at him.

Just like Klitz does.

Eli nodded and wiped his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, mad at himself for crying. “Um… please don’t tell anyone,” he said shamefully.

“Of course not.” Sydney held up her pinky. “Not a soul. Pinky swear.”

Eli locked his pinky with hers. Sydney walked him out with an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, Eli,” she said. “I’ll see you.” She waved before jogging off to the main locker rooms.

Sydney was so calm about this. Eli came to school expecting Sydney to be the upset one. He can’t believe he broke down like that in front of her. That was the most humiliating experience of his life. His eyes and face burned red. He looked at the ground for the entire walk to the parking lot, holding himself back from breaking into a full on sprint to get away from the school as fast as he could.

Eli opened the passenger door and fell into the car, immediately burying his face in his hands, embarrassed, and humiliated, and scared. So fucking scared.

There was no way he could be sure that Sydney wouldn’t tell anyone. She might think it’s harmless to just tell her bff, just cause she tells her everything. But then her bff might tell someone else with the same mindset, then everyone is telling everyone, and before he knew it, the whole school would know.

“Eli?” Klitz asked, concerned.

“Sydney knows,” Eli said, his voice muffled behind his hands.

“What?!”

“She doesn’t, like,

know

 know. I didn’t say anything about you.”

“Why did you say anything about it at all? What happened to the original plan?” Klitz sounded mad.

Eli lifted his head and glared at Klitz. How dare he be mad at Eli when it was his fault Sydney found out. “She saw the hickey on my neck. You know, the hickey you gave me? Remember that?”

Klitz glanced down at Eli’s neck and his cheeks tinted red with guilt.

Eli sighed and continued. “She asked if I was with another girl and I pretty much accidentally told her I was with a dude. She promised not to tell anyone though.”

“And you believed her?”

Eli looked at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious, Klitz? What should I have done? Make her take a fucking blood oath?”

“You should’ve not told her in the first place!”

“You think I meant to?!”

“How do you “accidentally” tell someone you were with a guy?”

Eli turned in his seat to face Klitz. “You know what? Fuck you, dude. It’s your fucking fault for sucking on my neck like you’re trying to mark your fucking territory. Stop pouting because I’m not a fucking faggot like you!”

Eli instantly regretted saying it.

Klitz flinched at Eli’s harsh words, hurt painting across his face before his mouth set in a hard line and his eyebrows drew together in anger. He looked like he wanted to snap back with his own hurtful remark, but instead shook his head and looked down at his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry, Eli.” Eli couldn’t quite make out the tone of his voice. He thought it was maybe anger or guilt, but also recognized a note of disappointment.

Eli wished he could take it back.

“Just take me home,” he said shortly.

The ride home was silent. Eli sat slumped in his seat with his arms crossed. He was pissed at Klitz, pissed at the hickey, pissed at the whole situation in general, but when they got back to Eli’s house, asked Klitz to stay with him anyway.

Eli unlocked the front door and dropped his bag on the ground in the entryway haphazardly, kicking it out of the way so he wouldn’t trip on it later. Klitz followed him inside and took Eli’s keys out of the lock before shutting the door behind him. Before Eli could walk away, Klitz put his hand on Eli’s shoulder and turned him around so they were facing each other.

Eli let Klitz pull him into a hug. Eli wrapped his arms around Klitz and gripped handfuls of his jacket. He wanted to fight and kick and punch and yell, but instead he began to tear up again. He buried his face in the crook of Klitz’s neck and leaned some of his weight into him, letting Klitz hold him up. Klitz rubbed his back soothingly and it wasn’t until then that Eli realized how tired he was. Eli let the tears roll down his cheeks and land on the collar of Klitz’s jacket. Klitz petted Eli’s hair and held him tightly.

Eli pulled away after way too long and looked up at Klitz. Klitz looked at him, apology written all over his face. “I’m sorry.”

Eli searched Klitz’s face, but Klitz’s eyes never left Eli’s. He didn’t look at Eli’s lips this time. He didn’t ask Eli if he could kiss him, he didn’t even try to. How fucked was it that Eli wanted him to, even after all that?

Klitz wouldn’t though. Not after what Eli said.

Eli’s stomach rolled over with guilt. Klitz probably thought Eli thought he was disgusting or something. Eli could try to say he didn’t mean it like that, but there wasn’t much else he could’ve meant by it. But Eli didn’t think Klitz was disgusting. Eli thought Eli was disgusting.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Klitz finally released Eli and they went to the living room together where Eli grabbed the tv remote. He flopped down onto the couch like his body was dead weight before began flipping through channels. He yawned. He could seriously go for a nap.

Klitz went to the kitchen and brought back two bottles of water and a bottle of tylenol, which Eli gratefully accepted. “Thanks.” He had a killer headache.

Klitz sat next to him on the couch, but they didn’t talk like they usually did. Eli rested his head on the back cushion of the couch, nodding off. He wanted to try to take a nap, but it was proving difficult. Every time he thought he’d found a comfortable position, a crick would form in his neck about five minutes later.

Klitz must’ve noticed because he grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap. “Eli.” Eli looked over at him and Klitz patted the pillow. Eli squinted at Klitz, a refusal resting ready on the tip of his tongue, but that did look really comfortable, and Eli was mind-numbingly tired.

“Fine. But I’m still mad at you,” Eli clarified, making sure Klitz didn’t think this was some kind of truce. He kicked his shoes off, then scooched around until he was able to fully lay down on the couch, and rested his head on the pillow in Klitz’s lap.

“Okay,” Klitz said, so painfully gentle and kind, despite Eli’s cruelty toward him earlier. Klitz was always too patient and forgiving with Eli, that it made Klitz easy to blame. It might be unfair that Eli stayed mad at Klitz when Eli was also at a huge fault. Klitz had full reason to be angry with Eli—he just… wasn’t.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

He should be. It would be easier if he was.

The two watched tv together, and Klitz idly ran his fingers through Eli’s hair. Eli relaxed, exhaustion finally catching up to him. His mind cleared and he started to worry less about what Sydney knew. She’d pinky promised she wouldn’t tell anyone, and despite Klitz’s doubt, Eli felt like he could trust her to keep that promise. It was a pinky promise for christ’s sake.

“I’m not mad at you anymore,” Eli said after a while, turning his head to look up at Klitz.

Klitz looked down at him and smiled softly. “Okay.”

Eli’s eyelids began to get heavy and he slowly let them slip closed, soothed to sleep with Klitz’s hand in his hair.

What felt like seconds later, Eli was awoken by the shrill ringing of someone’s phone. He opened his eyes and squinted up at Klitz, groggy and disoriented.

“Sorry,” Klitz said, slightly jostling Eli as he took his phone out of the front pocket of his pants. He looked at the screen before flipping it open and putting it to his ear. “Hey, Matt.” A short pause. “No, I’m not doing anything.” Klitz played with a strand of Eli’s hair while he spoke on the phone. Eli could hear the faint murmur of Matt’s voice through the phone, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. “Uh, yeah, we can.” Another pause. “No, I’m at Eli’s.”

“Hey, Matt,” Eli said as if to confirm, loud enough that Matt would be able to hear him. He heard a faint “hey Eli” in response from the speaker.

Klitz held the phone away from his face far enough to speak to Eli so that he wasn’t talking directly to Matt as well. “Do you wanna get something to eat with Matt?” Klitz asked softly.

At the mere mention of food, Eli’s stomach growled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten all day. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Klitz returned the phone to his ear. “I can pick you up…alright see you soon.” Klitz closed his phone and looked down at Eli.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like four hours.”

Eli sat up abruptly and noticed Klitz’s position on the couch, pretty much the exact same as when he’d first sat down. “Jesus christ! You didn’t move for four hours?”

Klitz shrugged. “I didn’t wanna wake you up. You said you didn’t sleep well last night.”

How dare Klitz care about Eli.

Now that he was fully awake, Eli noticed how rested he felt. Most of the anxiety from earlier had dissipated. He rubbed his eyes and stood up from the couch, his back making a sickly cracking sound as he stretched. “So, where are we going?”

The three friends sat at a booth in McDonald’s, Klitz and Eli on one side and Matt on the other. Eli made sure he was sitting an appropriate friend distance away from Klitz. It wasn’t like Matt would think anything strange was up if Eli and Klitz did sit close, they were all really good friends, it wasn’t like anything was out of the ordinary. Just two bros sitting next to each other. Two friends. Nothing else.

“Is that a hickey?”

Eli choked on his drink.

“Oh shit,” Matt laughed.

Eli’s face scrunched up in pain from accidentally snorting carbonated drink through his nose. “Fuck, dude,” he said as he squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, man,” Matt apologized. “Didn’t mean to expose you or anything.”

Eli paled at the word ‘expose’. He didn’t want to talk about that anymore, but he hadn’t really told Matt about the date, and if he tried to avoid the topic, he’d look suspicious.

Eli recovered from his initial reaction and put on a fake smirk. “Uh, yeah, that’s a hickey.”

Klitz shifted on the bench next to him.

“That’s sweet, dude,” Matt said, finishing off his fries. “So are you guys dating then?”

“What? No,” Eli said, before realizing Matt wasn’t talking about the one who gave him the hickey. Shit. “I mean, yeah,” Eli corrected, perhaps a little too quickly. He went with the lying route this time since the truth, as accidental as it was, didn’t go too well earlier. At Matt’s raised eyebrow, Eli deepened the lie. “She said she doesn’t really wanna tell anyone yet. So, uh, if you ask her, she’ll probably be… weird about it.”

Eli actually didn’t know how Sydney would respond if someone asked her if she and Eli were dating. They hadn’t exactly gone over specifics.

Matt nodded in understanding. “Nice. That’s really great, Eli, I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Damn,” Matt said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe Eli’s luck. “Sydney Dover.”

Damn was right. Sydney was gorgeous, smart, had an amazing personality, outgoing, popular, pretty much everything anyone could want in a girlfriend. Yet Eli still didn’t want her. He wanted Klitz.

After they all finished their food and sat around for a little while after that, they all drove back to Matt’s house.

“What about you, Matt? How’s things with Danielle?” Eli asked over his shoulder after remembering that the lack of Danielle was why Matt was hanging out with them again.

Matt sighed and stared out the window dramatically. “I haven’t talked to her.”

“You could try apologizing?” Klitz suggested.

“I know, but she hasn’t really been around and I’m too scared to actually talk to her. She was really upset at the motel.”

“Man up and talk to her, dude,” Eli said. “She’s a pornstar, apologize so you can fuck her.” Eli accidentally said the last part while looking at Klitz, and blushed before looking away.

Both Klitz and Matt groaned in annoyance at Eli’s comment.

“Come on, man,” Klitz said.

“You’re a dick, Eli. It’s your fault in the first place that I’m even in this situation. All you care about is sex and porn, I’m surprised Sydney agreed to date you,” Matt snapped venomously.

Boy, was Eli good at saying the wrong thing.

The rest of the drive to Matt’s house was quiet. When Matt got out of the car, he only said goodbye to Klitz.

“Wow, awkward.”

“Eli–“

“Whatever,” Eli dismissed, cutting Klitz off. He didn’t want another lecture on how he’s an idiot, he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He wanted a distraction. “Wanna go back to my place?”

There was hardly any confusion about what going back to Eli’s place meant. Sure, Eli and Klitz hung out a lot as friends, but lately, pretty much every time they hung out they ended up having sex. They couldn’t even use the “practicing” excuse anymore because what they were practicing could never be applicable to a woman. Unless that woman had a dick. Eli and Klitz had come to a mutual agreement that they were just doing this because they liked it at this point. They weren’t gonna talk about it, but they both knew it was stupid to keep pretending they were doing it for any reason besides the fact that they just wanted to.

So that’s how Eli ended up underneath Klitz once again as the two made out on Eli’s bed.

There was still a little bit of tension remaining between the two. Eli never properly apologized for what he said in the car after school, so getting Klitz to kiss him again had taken a little bit of convincing. Fortunately, it was slowly dissipating, Eli apologizing with his kisses rather than with his words. He was better at that anyway, and Klitz seemed to accept it.

They relaxed into each other and nipped at each other’s lips, and Eli even gave Klitz his very own hickey. “Payback,” he teased as he sucked on Klitz’s neck, low enough that the collar of most of Klitz’s shirts would hide it.

Their kisses were lazy and casual, and apart from Klitz’s small grinds down against Eli every so often, it wasn’t really leading up to anything.

Eli did have something in mind, though.

He’d been rereading his magazine and rewatching his gay porn pretty often. Really often. It was actually the only porn he’d been watching since he got it. He noticed new things every time and eventually he did some research, starting off with the perineum and why the guys in the magazine insisted on it. That led him to the discovery of the prostate, which was pretty much the dude g-spot. No wonder it felt so good.

He’d gone down a gay rabbit hole and learned some weird shit he could’ve probably gone his whole life without knowing about, but that wasn’t important right now. What mattered right now were the dick sucking things he’d learned.

Asking Klitz to do it the first time had been petrifying, but Klitz was into it. Now that Eli knew that, it shouldn’t still be scary to ask, but he still found himself hesitant.

“Hey Klitz?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“Can I… you know…”

Klitz pulled back and gave him a smug look. “Do I?”

Eli knew for a fact that Klitz knew what Eli was trying to ask, but he was gonna make Eli say it anyway. Sadistic asshole.

Two could play that game.

Eli kissed Klitz and tugged his bottom lip down with his teeth. “Let me suck your dick?” Eli tried to sound as confident as possible asking it because he knew Klitz was expecting him to be shy. Nah, fuck that.

Klitz blushed at Eli’s sudden, unexpected change in tone. “Oh. Y-yeah,” Klitz stuttered. “Please.”

Who’s flustered now, bitch?

“Get off,” Eli said, pushing Klitz off and onto his back next to Eli on the bed. Klitz scooted up to the top of the bed and sat against the headboard. He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down, but only enough to get his dick out. That wasn’t going to work for what Eli had in mind. “No, take them off. All the way,” Eli said.

Klitz blushed even harder at the demand, but obeyed and pushed his pants all the way off and kicked them off the side of the bed. Klitz spread his legs so that Eli could lay between them.

Eli was somewhat familiar with how to do it now. He’d only done it once before, but it wasn’t exactly rocket science.

Eli gripped the base of Klitz’s half hard dick and licked the head. Klitz hissed at the first contact. He pumped Klitz’s dick until he was fully hard. Then he could really get to work.

Eli gathered spit in his mouth and licked long stripes up and down Klitz’s cock, spreading it all over. Lube was important.

He took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly before going down a couple inches and retreating. He was determined to get Klitz back for how much he liked to tease Eli. He focused on the head, knowing that was the most sensitive area. Klitz’s thighs spasmed every time Eli poked his tongue into the slit.

He took him more fully into his mouth again and tilted his head to the side, the head of Klitz’s cock creating a bulge from the inside of his mouth. Klitz reached down and touched himself through Eli’s cheek.

“Holy shit, dude,” Klitz said, voice full of awe.

“Mmm,” Eli hummed in agreement.

Klitz’s hand made its way to Eli’s hair from his cheek and he gripped it lightly. Eli tilted Klitz’s dick around in his mouth, and began to bob his head again. He sucked Klitz slowly, going down further and further with each pass, and hit his throat with the tip, purposefully gagging himself.

Eli had read about that. It seemed kinda weird to gag himself on purpose, but he’d seen that it helped with warming up his throat so he wouldn’t be worried about gagging while he’s actually trying to put it in his throat. It kinda just got the first one out of the way so he could continue more confidently.

Surprisingly, it worked. Eli got himself down far enough that the tip of Klitz’s cock just barely blocked his airway. That would have for sure made him gag, but he didn’t, simply because he wasn’t afraid to. Funny how that works.

Eli pulled off and took a few deep breaths. He honed in all his attention to what he was about to attempt. He took Klitz back into his mouth while relaxing his throat, and got a little more than halfway down Klitz’s cock before gagging and pulling off again. He blinked away the tears that had formed and let them roll down his face so he could see clearly.

Eli didn’t care if it was only his second time sucking dick, he was determined to suck

all

 of Klitz’s dick. He took a deep breath and went slowly. Klitz’s grip on Eli’s hair got tighter as Eli took him further and further. Eli knew Klitz wouldn’t slam him down and make him swallow or anything like that, but the hand on his head was a little nerve wracking.

Klitz made small quiet moans as Eli’s throat massaged his cock. Eli went up and down, relaxing his throat more each time, getting used to the feeling of something obstructing his breathing. It took a few attempts but eventually, Eli had managed to get all of Klitz’s nine-something inches in his throat, his nose pressed against Klitz’s pubes.

Klitz was so big. It felt like he was touching Eli’s lungs.

He looked up and made eye contact with Klitz through wet eyelashes.

Klitz’s mouth was hanging open and he was taking small panting breaths, as if Eli was strangling Klitz while his throat strangled his cock.

“Oh my god,” Klitz groaned, and the sound went straight to Eli’s own dick.

Eli was so proud of himself. He’d read that deepthroating took practice and was difficult, and here Eli was with all of Klitz’s cock in his throat. Apparently he was just a natural cocksucker.

He pulled off and grinned at Klitz smugly, blinking away tears and wiping spit off his chin.

He did it.

He deepthroated Klitz. Klitz’s huge dick. The biggest dick Eli had ever seen in his life.

The thought alone was seriously getting Eli off. He had no clue why sucking dick was such a turn on, but he savored every part—the way it felt in his mouth, hot and heavy on his tongue, when it would twitch and pulse out more precum. Eli was loath to admit, even to himself, that he liked it. A lot.

“That was so good, Eli.”

The praise made him blush and he pressed a kiss to the head of Klitz’s dick. He liked making Klitz feel good.

Eli tried it again, just to see if he could. He could. He moved his mouth up and down Klitz’s cock, alternating between taking him from tip to root in long bobs of his head and shorter bobs where he focused near the head and teased the slit. He was pullling some pretty sexy noises out of Klitz, and welcomed it when Klitz pulled his hair this time.

Eli pulled off all the way but continued to slowly jack Klitz off while he gave his jaw a break. Sucking dick was hard work, and Klitz’s girth meant he had to open his mouth pretty wide. Eli used his other hand to cup Klitz’s balls, figuring now was a good time to try the prostate thing. He also just really wanted to actually see Klitz’s reaction.

Eli’s hand was in a good position. He kept a steady pace on Klitz’s cock and used his first two knuckles to press up against the space behind Klitz’s balls.

Klitz moaned loudly and his cock jerked hard in front of Eli’s face. That was hot.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked a few moments later, panting for breath.

“G-spot for dudes.”

“I thought that was in the ass?”

“There’s this whole thing about it,” Eli dismissed the topic, not really interested in giving an anatomy lesson in the middle of sucking Klitz’s dick.

Eli pressed again, but this time applied a constant pressure and began to rub in small circles.

Klitz choked on a moan and his hips bucked up. His cock drooled out precum like crazy. “

Fuck

 Eli,” he moaned breathily.

Eli grinned wide as he watched Klitz fall apart, literally, under his own two hands. “Yeah? That feel good, Klitzy?” Eli knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Klitz say it.

Klitz’s eyes were closed and his head was tilted back in pleasure. “Yes, fuck, so good.”

Eli spread the new precum down Klitz’s cock and took him back into his mouth. Klitz placed both hands in Eli’s hair and used his grip to gently guide Eli’s head as he fucked his mouth. At first, the thought of Klitz having so much control like that over Eli worried him, but he was now finding out that he actually really enjoyed it. He trusted Klitz to not hurt him, so he relaxed and went down further and let Klitz thrust into his throat.

The new pressure had Klitz groaning, “Wait wait, Eli, I’m close.”

It was nice of Klitz to warn him. Also nice of him to pull Eli off of him last time, automatically assuming Eli didn’t want come in his mouth, and at the time, he’d assumed correctly. But since tasting come, it wasn’t as offensive as Eli expected it to be, and he wanted Klitz to finish in his mouth this time.

Eli created a vacuum with his mouth and sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. Realizing Eli was gonna let him come in his mouth, Klitz groaned and began to push his hips a little deeper. Eli applied more pressure on his perineum and Klitz’s cock got impossibly harder, got fucking

bigger

 in his mouth, and that was the only warning he got before Klitz was coming down his throat.

Klitz used his hands on Eli’s head to push his head nearly all the way down, forcing Eli to take all of it while he came. His hips moved in small pulses into Eli’s mouth, pushing it so deep, Eli didn’t even taste his come.

After the last big pulse, Klitz released Eli’s head. Eli pulled off and caught his breath. The brief lack of air made him dizzy. That combined with the fact that Klitz had forced his head down and came down his throat, Eli was so aroused he couldn’t think straight, which was strange because that was the thing he was worried about the most earlier.

Eli looked at Klitz, and he must’ve looked seriously fucked up, because Klitz became extremely concerned and began apologizing over and over again.

Eli shook his head, thoughts fuzzy, and he couldn’t focus on anything except the burning need to come.

“Klitz, I’m-I-I can’t, I’m so close, I can’t–“ Eli babbled, lust drunk.

Klitz held out his arms like he was welcoming Eli in for a hug, and Eli immediately took the opportunity to get up onto Klitz’s lap. He kissed Klitz desperately, not caring about where his mouth had just been.

“Please Klitz, you g–you gotta touch me, Klitz, I’m–

please

,” Eli begged.

Klitz undid Eli’s pants and quickly took him in hand. Eli sobbed in relief as Klitz started jacking Eli off, not slowly, but definitely not fast enough for how badly Eli needed it.

Eli braced one hand on Klitz’s shoulder and one hand on the wall behind him and frantically fucked Klitz’s fist.

Eli didn’t cry during sex, no way.

But he was so hard, he was in tears.

Klitz had never seen him so worked up. He looked at Eli’s face, his forehead scrunched up, eyes watery and tears flowing down his face. He began to whine on every breath he took.

“Eli,” Klitz said, voice hoarse, and for some reason, that was all Eli needed to push him over the edge. He moaned as he came on Klitz’s chest, hips not slowing in Klitz’s hand until he started to twitch with sensitivity. That was probably the hardest he’d ever come in his life. His chest heaved as he came down. He met Klitz’s eye and was startled at the intense look of amazement and reverence.

“That was so fucking hot, Eli.”

Eli turned red and brushed off the compliment. Crying during sex wasn’t hot, it was pathetic. He lifted up his shirt and used the bottom edge of it to wipe his face of drool and tears. In doing so, he noticed Klitz’s shirt.

“Oh…” Eli winced. Klitz looked down at his chest. “Sorry dude.”

“It’s okay, I can wash it.”

Eli swung his leg over Klitz’s lap, climbing off of him. Klitz wiped his hand on his shirt, then stood up and took it off, trading it for his boxers. Eli pulled off his shirt and shucked his jeans and flopped down into bed. Klitz joined him and rolled onto his side to kiss Eli.

Eli scowled at him. “Dude, I just had your dick in my mouth,” he said, leaning away from Klitz’s lips.

“I don’t care,” Klitz chased them.

“You’re so fucking gross,” Eli said, but let Klitz kiss him anyway.

“Says the guy who just had my dick in his mouth?”

Eli pushed Klitz away with a hand on his face. “Shut up.”

They laid in bed together and watched tv, not really wanting to go to sleep just yet. They scooched around until they found a comfortable position, Eli’s head resting on Klitz’s chest and Klitz’s arm wrapped around Eli’s shoulders. He traced random patterns on his arm.

Things seemed to have cooled down between them. Eli wasn’t angry anymore, and as far as Eli could tell, his comment wasn’t bothering Klitz. It probably wasn’t the best idea to have sex instead of talking about their problems, but talking about feelings was for sissies. If it was a problem that could be solved with a blowjob, then was it really that big of a problem in the first place?

The sleepy stillness in the room and between the two caused Eli’s mind to wander. Mostly, it landed on his… research. How weird would it be to bring this up right now?

Since the first time watching two guys do it, Eli had been a little (a lot) curious about the experience for himself.

“Hey Klitz?”

They were both almost falling asleep, so Klitz simply hummed to show he was listening.

“What do you think about. Uh. Anal?”

Klitz’s hand stopped on Eli’s arm. “Uhhhhh… I don’t really know,” Klitz said, now much more awake than he had been before Eli’s potentially distressing question. Eli could tell Klitz didn’t want to answer directly because he wasn’t sure which way the conversation would go.

“Okay, but you’ve like… you know about it,” Eli stated more than asked.

Klitz huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, I get the concept.”

“Alright, cool. Good. Great. Um… yeah, cool.”

“What do

you

 think about anal?”

Eli honestly didn’t think about where he was even going with this conversation when he brought it up. He wanted to try anal. Was he just supposed to outright ask Klitz to fuck him?

“I kinda wanna try it.”

“Uh. Okay. Do you mean like…” Klitz said, in a careful attempt to navigate this conversation in the right way. Of course, this meant he expected Eli to actually say what he wanted.

“Jesus christ, Klitz, with you!”

“Okay, sorry. I wasn’t sure. Just didn’t wanna get the wrong idea…”

“Fuck,” Eli rolled his eyes.

“Okay, well. We don’t really know how to do… that.”

“I’ve seen gay porn, I know some things.”

“You watch gay porn?” Klitz asked, slightly amused.

Eli’s face got hot. For some reason, that admission embarrassed him despite having Klitz’s cock in his throat like thirty minutes ago. “Fuck you dude, never mind,” Eli rolled away from Klitz.

“No, hey, I wanna talk about this,” Klitz said as he moved onto his side to face Eli. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at where Eli was laying with his head on a pillow. Eli glared at him. “Come on. You said you wanna try it, right? Who’s doing who?”

The way Klitz said it—who

is

 instead of who

would

—like it was actually going to happen and wasn’t just a perverted hypothetical made Eli’s stomach flip with excitement.

“I want you… to do… me,” Eli spoke slowly and quietly and looked away from Klitz.

Klitz leaned over Eli and kissed him. “I can do that.”

Holy shit, they were actually talking about this. Klitz didn’t seem freaked out or put off or anything. He actually looked kinda excited, which eased Eli’s nerves. They discussed some of the smaller details like when it would happen (Sunday), where it would happen (Eli’s house, duh), who would be getting lube and condoms (Klitz). It was an awkward conversation to have. Discussing the unsexy details instead of just doing it was super lame, but it had to be done if they wanted to actually… do it.

“Okay. It’s happening then.”

Holy shit. Eli and Klitz were gonna do it. They were gonna have real actual sex. Klitz was gonna fuck Eli. Holy shit. Klitz was gonna

fuck

 Eli. That thought made heat curl in Eli’s stomach.

Klitz took his glasses off and set them down on the nightstand before turning off the lamp. He kissed Eli goodnight.

Holy shit.

They were gonna do it.


Sabrina's Story of How She Got into Exhibitionism

Hi, my name is Sabrina and this is my story of my unexpected entrance into exhibitionism. Two years ago, if you had even suggested that I would enjoy exposing my body to strangers, I would have immediately told you that you were wrong and stupid at even thinking that I could do that.

Well people do change, don't they?

I had just turned 37 years old and had also just had my 18th wedding anniversary to my one and only love and lover, Cliff, who is three months younger than me. We have two children, a girl and a boy. My daughter just graduated high school and joined the Air Force. My son will graduate next year. I had been feeling weak, run-down, and light-headed lately so I made an appointment to see my doctor. She told me I had Type-2 diabetes and put me on some meds and said that I should start getting more exercise and to watch what I eat from now on and it wouldn't hurt to lose about 40 to 50 lbs.

Summer was coming to an end soon so it wouldn't be so hot outside to start my exercising. Cliff suggested I ask Chip, my son, if I could start riding his bike since he hardly used it anymore since he now drove our old car that he and his sister use to share all the time now. He said no problem so Cliff cleaned it up and lubed the chain and gears on it. I started off my exercises easy by just riding down the sidewalk to State Rd. 100, which is about a half mile from my house, and back a couple times in the mornings after Chip left for school. Once I felt comfortable with that distance, I turned left at SR 100 and rode the bake path about a mile to the entrance to the State Park then turn around and head home. I did this once a day for a couple weeks then did it twice and then three and four times a day. Thank goodness I live in the south where it is still relatively warm here most of the winter so riding that bike outside wasn't bad. At the beginning of January, I purchased a yearly pass to the park and began to ride the 5+ miles of bike paths in the park as well. By this time I was feeling stronger and had already lost 15 lbs. By the time warmer weather had returned, I had lost a total of about 25 lbs. and felt great. The only problem now was the pants I usually wore to ride the bike in were getting loose and threating to fall off me.

Cliff told me one night that he could see the difference in my body and that he liked it. He then suggested I buy and wear some bike shorts to ride in. I had seen other women wearing them and it did look like they would be better to ride in but they also looked tight and would mold to my big butt and I didn't like the idea of showing that off. I told Cliff that, he chuckled he told me stop being silly. He said my butt was looking much finer than it did before I started riding that bike, that's why he's had trouble keeping his hands off it lately. He said that if he were a girl and had an ass that looked that good, he would be proud to show it off. After taking my shower, I was getting dressed for bed and noticed my panties wear also getting baggy on my ass. I then checked out my ass for the first time in quite a while, I thought that maybe Cliff was right, it did look better! It was tight and toned up where it used to be saggy and baggy. Maybe I would look alright in some bike shorts.

I bought one pair the next day after my ride and went home to try them on. I wore them around the house and surprised how cool and comfortable they were and I decided my ass looked OK in them, except for the VPL [visible panty line], my t-shirt would cover that, so I decide to wear them the next day. I enjoyed them so much; once I got home I went to the store and got a couple more pair.

I also started to dress different in the evening around the house so Cliff could play with my ass easier. I was feeling more alive in the sexual apartment than I use to lately. I guess it was because of my weight loss and Cliff's increase in his affections to me lately. Cliff use to be all handzy around me when we were younger and I loved it and now he was getting that way again, I've found I still like it. He is once again grabbing my tits and ass whenever he gets the chance. The difference between now and when we were young is that I now let him grab me when we are in public. When I was young, it embarrassed me when he fondled my ass in public, now I like it when he does it. I've also noticed men are now checking me out more lately than they used to and I've found I'm enjoying their stares. I've packed away all my old PJ's and started wearing just mid-thigh T-shirts and panties around the house. I have never worn a bra at night and I've gotten to the point I don't were one around the house anymore.

Cliff says my breast are still riding almost as high as when we got married. Cliff liked my new nighttime attire and keeps reaching under my shirt to grab my ass or crotch. I had to slap at his hands more than once because Chip was around. He told me he didn't care if Chip seen him grab my ass. The boy was old enough to know what he was up to and for me to not worry about him, plus it was educational. I already knew Chip had seen my panties a few times when I bent over in front of him and I had already gotten use to that so I decided to let Cliff have his fun, plus I liked the grab-ass too! At Cliff's suggestion, after he had stripped me when we went to bed a few times, we started sleeping nude together again. We hadn't done that since the kids were 5 or 6 years of age. I found I've missed the cuddling naked with Cliff and sleeping nude and am enjoying sleeping nude again, plus the sex has become a lot more frequent too. Before losing my weight, sex was once or twice a week, now it is almost a nightly thing. We've even fooling around more than that on weekends.

A couple months later, it was getting quite warm and I was getting quite warm and sweaty during my now 10 plus mile daily ride. I noticed another girl I rode and talked with once in a while had started wearing just a small sports-bra as a top and some low-rise stretch short-shorts to ride in. I asked where she got the shorts from and she told me where and how much they cost.

I was feeling a lot better about my body at this time and although it would be out of character for me to wear so little in public. I had gotten quite conservative in my clothing over the past few years. I guess because of my weight and being a mom. Anyway, I felt like I wanted to give it a try, but chicken out buying the smaller sports bra. I did buy a couple bigger sport-bras than the girl wore and decided to give them a try. I was cooler wearing them than a t-shirt. A couple days later, I noticed my VPL again and didn't like how it looked with my tight bike shorts. And then from off who knows where, I got a naughty idea to wear my bike shorts without my panties. I was already not wearing a bra under my sports-bra, so why not got without panties too. When I pulled them on alone the next morning, it felt strange, but it was a nice strange feeling, so I decide to go ahead and give it a try. I liked it! I liked the feeling of being naughty and not wearing panties in public plus I felt cooler down there also. I had never wore anything outside my house in public without underwear, except my swimsuit, so as I rode my bike I began to wonder what it would feel like to wear my regular shorts without panties, maybe even a dress without underwear. I know it was naughty and good girls didn't dress that way but I decided I still wanted to give it a try one day.

I also noticed I was getting a strange tan pattern over my body from riding in the sun so much and decide to get a small bikini to get a tan in my backyard after my ride. I usually left the house to ride about 8am and was back around 11am and before noon I was lying out getting some sun. After about a week of wearing my bikini in my backyard, I noticed I had a lot of privacy in the part of the backyard I did my sunning in and I knew I had the house to myself until 4 PM, at first I untied the strings across my back to not leave any white lines there. Then I dared to take off my top and tan my breast. I had never felt the sun on them before and it felt wonderful. I tanned topless for a few days and then decide to try nude sunbathing. It felt wonderful lying naked in the sun. I now do it as often as I can. I first stripped out of my bikini once in the private corner of my backyard but after a week or so, I started wearing just a towel wrapped around me to my lounge chair.

After a couple weeks of that, I ended up just carrying the towel one hand and a drink in the other as I walked naked across my backyard to my chair. It felt wonderful to walk naked outside in the sunlight. My husband noticed my tan and my disappearing tan-lines and questioned me about it. I told him about the tan-lines from my sports bra and shorts and how I had slowly progressed to tanning nude in the backyard when I was alone. He said he understood and approved of my nude tanning and how he wished he could be there to see me like that. I told him to drop by around lunch one day and he might catch me out there. He just smiled and said he just might surprise me one day. I said, "I dare you", inside I was hoping he would stop by and catch me naked. Lying naked in the sun also got my fantasies going too; one was Cliff making love to me outside in the sunlight. We have never done that but find I wouldn't mind one bit if he wanted to take me out there. I think I would enjoy it!

I also decided to go buy those low-rise short-shorts and smaller sport-bras to ride my bike in and I also quit wearing panties under those short-shorts too. I found I was enjoying riding around in public practically naked. I even started wearing just my bikini top one in a while with my low-rise short-shorts while I rode my bike. I was now down to my target weight, my sugar was staying down, and I felt and looked good. One day I was in 'Walmart' and I noticed the store was having a sale on sun-dresses. I picked out a couple halter style dresses and tried them on. They both came about mid-thigh but fit me well. I hadn't worn any dresses that short since Cliff and I dated but I knew I wanted them and that I would be willing to wear them in public. I knew I was looking pretty good right now and I wanted to celebrate and show off my new body.

As luck would have it, Cliff called me while I was on the way home. He told me not to start supper because he had won a drawing at his job and had won two free dinners at a local Bar-B-Q place we like. I knew then I was wearing one of my new halter-dresses to dinner and surprise Cliff. I gave Chip $20.00 when he came home and told him to get him a burger or a pizza for supper because his Dad and I would be going out for dinner. Cliff was shocked but happy to see me in that short halter-dress and later at home, he was really surprised when he found that all I wore under it was a new pair of tiny thong panties I had bought in the spur of the moment that day also, I'd sworn in the past I would never wear thong panties but I was feeling a lot sexier lately and decide to give them a try. He snatched those panties off me and took me hard and fast. I will have to get me more to wear if he does that when I wear them, I should have started wearing them sooner!

A few days later, while out shopping and while passing the sleepwear section in 'Walmart', I seen some low-rise satin short-shorts, they were so light and thin they almost weighted nothing, I had to have them. I bought 2 of them, one in black and one I light blue. I then found matching satin crop tops to go with the shorts in the same colors. I got those too. I couldn't believe I was even contemplating wearing them when I rode my bike but I knew I wanted to at least give it a try. And I did! I felt like I was naked while I rode my bike.

I wore the black set first. I felt so naughty, but it was exhilarating and exciting at the same time. I knew people knew I was almost naked in public but I found I didn't care! I like knowing they knew that! I found was also very horny when I got home. I didn't expect my new found exhibitionism would get me so horny. I was so horny I didn't notice Cliffs' car I the garage. I rushed through the house stripping my top and shorts off as I headed to my lounge chair in the back yard. I had planned on the way home to jill myself off while lying in the sun. I was shoving two fingers rapidly in and out of my newly saved bald pussy, I did that this morning before leaving when I notice my bush showed a little when I put on those loose legged short-shorts. I didn't want my bush to show. When I opened my eyes, there in front of me was my naked husband stroking his nice hard cock. I surprised him and me when I hollered, "Oh God Yes! I need that! Fuck me! Ram that cock in me!" I had never been the one for naughty talk before, I don't ever remember talking like that to Cliff before but he didn't complain but his eyes did open wide. He just gave me a big smile and gave me what I wanted and needed.

Cliff wasn't mad at me when I explained in detail at what I had been doing the last couple months and accumulating with what I had done today. When I put back on the satin top and shorts and showed him all that I had worn riding in today, he attacked me and took me from behind right there on the living room floor, leaving the shorts on! He just slipped the crotch of the shorts to the side. It had been years since he took me doggy style. I hope we make use for that position often now.

Afterwards, he told me to take a shower and get dressed in my halter dress again; he had decided me wanted to take out for lunch as a reward for being such a nice naughty girl. He had seen my floral print dress last week so I decided to wear the solid yellow one this time. After pulling the dress on, I noticed I could see my nipples though the top. For half a second, I decide to NOT wear the dress but since I was still slightly turned on from the sex and my exposure this afternoon, I decide to hell with it. I'm going braless and I really didn't care if people see my nipples though the dress. I started going braless after I met Cliff and he liked it then and a couple of my tops were a little thin. And now I was now looking forward to wearing this thin dress braless and to people noticing them! I opened my underwear drawer and stopped. I suddenly felt like being pantiless too. I wondered if I could really do it. I had thought about it a couple times but never had the nerve to try it. But again still feeling sexy and a bit randy from my sex today, I decide that I would go pantiless. I have gone naked under a couple long ankle length dresses in public before but that was years ago, early in our marriage and that was to tease cliff, but I have never worn a dress that came halfway between my ass and knees pantiless before. And I could feel my pussy tingling at the mere thought of going uncovered in public. Then I wondered how long it would take Cliff to find out his wife was being a naughty girl and how would he react. Would he get angry at me or would he turn me over and take me right there. I hope it would be the latter and I decide I would let him take me wherever and whenever he wanted, even in public if he wanted. I was that horny!

Cliff was in the kitchen taking his meds when he saw me; he nearly choked on the water he was drinking. He said that if he wasn't already worn out from the sex we already had that day, he would bend me over the couch and take me again. I said that sounded like a good idea but that I really was hungry and would like to eat, plus that he needed to eat to get his energy back up so he could bend me over the couch when we got back home. He smiled, gave me a kiss and told me that it sounded like a good plan. I could feel the breeze blowing under my short dress, tickling my wet pussy when we walked to the car. Feeling the wind tickling my bald pussy felt nice, I might just have to wear my dresses pantiless more often! I then thought that maybe I needed to get a few more short dresses to wear. Almost every dress I owned was around knee length and a few came between my knees and ankles. I knew I would start wearing those pantiless as some as I got a chance to wear one.

While we ate, Cliff keep looking at my nipples and asked how I felt knowing people could see them. I told him that for some reason it really wasn't bothering me and I'm sure I'm not the first girl to show her nipples under a thin top and that I probably wouldn't be the last. He then asked how come I started dressing like this lately and not years ago. I told him I wasn't sure but that I think it had something to do with my recent weight loss and exercising I had been doing. I was feeling good about how I was now looking and I felt better than I have in years plus I notice my sexual libido had increased lately too. I now wasn't afraid to show my body in public anymore. In fact, I've discovered I like being looked at and I am not afraid to show-off a little bit now and then. I asked him if he minded me showing off my new body a little. He laughed a little and said the only problem he had with me showing off a little was that he seemed to be getting hard-ons a lot more lately. I laughed at his remark and told him I had another surprise for him later that I though he just might enjoy. I wasn't sure if I would but now I knew I was. He asked me what it was and I laughed and told him, "Now now, but I promise you I will tell you later and I'm sure you'll like it." I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. When I noticed no one seemed to be looking, I reached under my dress and touched my pussy in pubic for the first time ever! An found it was as wet as I could ever remember. Then I got a naughty thought, I pushed one finger inside me and then presented it to Cliff. Telling him to smell what he was doing to me. We left soon after that.

Once to the car, I asked Cliff to be a gentleman for me and to open my door. When I sat in the car, I sat down very unladylike, exposing my pantiless pussy to my hubby. His eyes got as big as silver dollars as I sat there, not moving, with my legs spread wide for him. "See" I said, "I told you I had another surprise for you. This is my first time ever going pantiless in a dress in public and this one is a bit short. If you like it, I'll do it for you again sometime. That is if you don't mind." He pulled me from the car and placed a big kiss on me.

Cliff said, "You can go pantiless whenever you want honey! I love you dressing like this. I just wish you had started doing this years ago. If you want to quit wearing underwear altogether, that would be fine with me too. Just expect me to fuck you a lot more often and in location other than out house." He looked around, "Starting right now!" He closed the car door then turned me around bending me over putting my head in the car window. I heard his zipper and two seconds later, he was entering me. I was so wet and ready, he went all the way in on his first push. We had a quickie in a public parking lot during the early afternoon and I liked it! I decided I wouldn't mind having sex in public more if it felt this good. I started to look around to see if anyone could see us but before long, I didn't care and started hoping someone would see us. We had now had sex three times in one day. We hadn't done that since our honeymoon.

I basically quit wearing bras and panties for Cliff, and well, me too! I found I enjoyed wearing all my clothes without panties and I don't wear bras with any of my tops anymore. Some of them are quite thin. I love the looks I get when someone notices my tits and nipple showing through. I don't wear any panties under my t-shirts at night anymore either. I have to be careful around Chip though, I don't think a young boy wants to see his mother's pussy, right? If he has seen it, he hasn't said anything. But he has been hanging around the house at night more than usual lately. I know he seen my panties under my t-shirt a few times in the past but he made no big deal about it. But he is a normal 17 year old boy and if he did happen to see my bare ass or pussy, so what? It won't kill him. It could be considered educational, Right?

I realize how loose the leg openings were on my satin shorts after Cliff screwed me while I wore then the other day. I experimented with them one day as I rode around the park. I pulled them aside and found I could ride around with my pussy uncovered. The ride around the park is usually quiet and I hardly see anybody when I ride so I wasn't worried about exposing myself to children or families. I even experimented with fingering myself as I rode. And 'Yes' I did get myself off that first day and I'm sure it will not be my last time doing it. I've also pulled my very short, loose crop-top up almost daily and ride around with my boobs out. The top comes back down easily and quickly if I need to cover myself although my breasts are only covered by a couple inches when the top is down.

A couple weeks later after another 'very' enjoyable ride around the park, it began to rain. I hadn't paid attention to the weather before leaving the house, my mind was it the gutter elsewhere. I've rode in the rain before and usually dress for it. Today I was wearing my light blue satin outfit today and I was a good half-hour from my house even on a good weather day. I pulled up under a picnic pavilion for a bit to check out the weather radar on my phone, I keep my phone and ID's in a waterproof pouch on my bike and found out it was going to rain the rest of the day. I would be soaked by the time I got home. I then looked down at my top, it was transparent! My breast and nipples were plainly visible. I might have well have been topless. All of the sudden I perked up. This could be fun! I'm not topless but it looked like I might be. This would be my ultimate show-off in public so far.

All of the sudden one of the park rangers pulled up in his pick-up truck, it was one of the ones I thought was cute, he was about 25 with dark hair. You know the ones; tall, dark and handsome! I felt my pussy tingle. He asked if I was alright. I faced him letting him and wanting him to see me and told him I was fine but wet. He told me he could see that. "Good!" I thought. "Get a good look." I told him I guess it was my punishment for not checking the weather before leaving home. He asked if he could give me a lift somewhere. "Yea, I know where you want to take me." I thought, thing is, I was almost tempted to go with him but I wasn't ready to cheat on my husband. I'd get naked for the guy if he asked and let him get a good look at me but no touching, at least not yet and then only if Cliff gave me permission to let another man touch me. But knowing another man might want to have sex with me was a big turn on.

I walked slowly right up to his truck window, in the rain, letting him have a good look at my practically nude body while pushing my bike and told him, "No thanks, I deserve this. Plus I don't live far, I'll get wet but I'll be alright. It's not the first time I've rode in the rain. Thanks anyway." I got on the bike and pushed off into the pouring rain. I road with the ranger following behind me. I knew my top was transparent but I wasn't sure about the back of my shorts. If they were as transparent as my top, it probably looked like I was bottomless too. I'm sure the ranger was getting a good look at my ass and I made no attempt to cover-up. That was getting me even hornier! Luckily I didn't have to cross any busy highways in that rain on my ride home. All I had were right turns onto the bike-path and then the sidewalk to my house. I did have a few cars slow to check me out as I rode next to the street while looking like I was naked. I was one horny girl when I got home. I took a few pictures and a short video of me in my wet outfit in the rain so I could show my husband when he got home. I'm sure I'm going to get a nice fucking after he sees them! Especially when I tell him about the park ranger seeing and talking to me like that and that I liked it!

I continued my bike riding and expanded my exhibitionism around town. I now went everywhere wearing no bra or panties. Cliff loves it when I wear my short dresses pantiless for him and I love doing it too. I regularly wear only my short sundresses shopping and have on more than a few occasions dared to bend over a little bit too far and flash some unsuspecting male my bare ass and pussy. When I did my first intentional 'flash', it surprised even me at how excited I got when I did it. The juices from my pussy would be running down my leg after my first few flashes which prompted me to do it again soon. I told Cliff about each time I did it and he ended up screwing me, that's one reason I don't regret my flashing. I get cock when he gets home. He has even gone with me on a few of my adventures and watched me do them. He loves watching the reactions of my targets. I also enjoy wearing my satin crop tops when I shop too. I found that when I bent over to get something off the lower shelfs, the top falls away exposing the bottoms of my breast.

Around Thanksgiving, Cliff told me of a new guy at work that he had become good friends with and asked if I minded if he asked Danny over for Thanksgiving Dinner. The guy was about 28 and single and had nobody to have dinner with. I told him I had no problems with that and did that mean I needed to wear a bra around him. Cliff said, "Don't you dare! I've been telling him how hot you are lately and I kind of let it slip that you hardly ever wore a bra. You should have seen his eyes open when I said that. I now am looking forward to you 'accidentally' teasing him with them tits. You can wear whatever top you want, that's going to be your choice." I told him I would love to tease him and I promised not to be too obvious that I want him to look at them. I also said it will depend on how warm it is if I wear pants, shorts or a skirt. Cliff smiled and said, "I hope it's a 100 degrees that day and so you get to wear that new short jean skirt and a halter top that day."

Well, it was cold and rainy that day so I ended wearing so jeans and a thin yellow tank-top in the house. My nipples were quite obvious through the thin material and Cliff was happy about that. I noticed Danny taking every opportunity to look at them I caught him looking once and just smiled and winked at him. A big smile came to his face when I shook them at him.

I told Cliff after we ate I was surprised he hadn't groped me in front of his friend yet, he looked surprised at my suggestion and asked if I'd let him. I said, "Of course I wouldn't mind if you did. Why on earth would I suggest it if I wouldn't let you. Listen, I want you to 'accidentally' help me get some water on the front of my shirt in a little while in front of both of you. I'll then be giving you two a wet t-shirt look and then I'm going to change out of that wet top into one of my satin crop-tops for the rest of the afternoon. You will then have better access to my tits then. If you accidentally end up barring a little tit to him when you do, don't worry about it. You're right; he is a nice guy so I really wouldn't mind baring a tit to him."

About 15 minutes later, Danny put a rubber band around the spray nozzle at the sink and when I turn the water on; it sprayed me and soaked the front of my shirt. I loved the look on their faces when I screamed, jumped back, and turned around and faced them both. Success! I looked like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest. I blurred out, "Oops, sorry about this. Damn you Cliff, I know you had something to do with this. I ought to stay just like this just to spite you but it's cold and now I'm wet. I'm going to put something dry on, excuse me Danny. Sorry about this." I said as I motioned to my wet shirt, drawing his attention once again to my hard, but cold nipples.

I put on my black satin crop-top and went back to the kitchen; Cliff came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me telling me he was sorry about getting me wet. I said to him, "You know I hate being cold and wet. You also know that I don't mind getting my shirts wet and showing my nipples as long as it's not cold." I then looked at Danny and asked him, "I hope Cliff making my top wet and see-thru didn't upset you. It's not the first time that's happen to me. It's fun to do when the conditions are right, but today the conditions are not right. I hate being cold!" He said he was fine with what happen and he was just glad I wasn't upset with him seeing them. I told him I was fine with him seeing them. He wasn't the first to see them like that.

At that time, Cliff slipped his hands down and under my top, cupping both bare tits in his hands. I asked him what he thought he was doing. All he said was that he was having fun. I told him it felt good but to let go. He said OK, and when let go, his hands dropped down immediately grabbed the bottom of the top and whispered in my ear, "Ready, I'm showing them to him." He them lifted the top up, for the first time ever, he purposely baring my tits to another man. I hesitated a second letting Danny get a good look then pushed my top back down telling Cliff to stop that. Before Danny went home that night, Cliff had lifted my top three times more and before he left, they both finally talked me into taking it off completely and walking around topless. That was so much fun! I was topless for over an hour around two men and both, 'yes both of them', touched and fondled them during that hour. The crotch of my jeans were wet I was so horny. If Cliff had asked me to fuck them both, I was so horny, I don't know if I could have said 'NO'. Having another man, or two men at once fondle and kiss my breast was pure heaven. I could, and would love to do that again one day.

Cliff asked me a couple weeks later if I would be willing to wear something daring and sexy to his companies' fancy dress 'New Years' day party this year. I've never wanted to go in the past because I dislike crowds and drunken people and if I went, this would be my first time meeting Cliff's bosses and co-workers. I asked his if he was sure he wanted me to dress daring around his bosses and co-workers and he said it would give him much pleasure showing off his hot, sexy wife to them. I said I would go but I wanted him to pick out which sexy dress he wanted me to wear. He asked how daring could he go and I told him as daring as he dared.

We went online and picked out a floor length black satin halter dress. It had a very deep plunge front to almost the waist and narrow straps barely covering my breast and no back at all to just above the crack of my ass. It had a slit from the bottom all the way up to my hip in front of both legs where both slits came to a gold ring. From there the slits continued and curved toward the front plunge, passing a couple more gold rings on the way to the plunge, where they ended at center gold ring. The slit from the hip to the bottom of the plunge on both sides was about two inches wide. Everyone seeing this dress could tell it would be impossible to wear any type of underwear with it. Fine with me there! When the dress came, I tried it on for Cliff. We loved it! Cliff told me that when I was standing up straight and if someone was sitting in a chair beside me, they would be able to look across me, under my dress and see just how bare I was under the dress. I told him I liked knowing that.

Friday night of the party came and I was a hit with the men. Everyone seemed impressed with my dress. No one made a big deal about it and I don't know if anyone looked under my dress except for Cliff and he made sure Danny noticed too. I didn't care. I liked knowing people could see my bush, if it were there, if they tried to look.

I was surprised when Cliff told me Danny was coming back home with us that night, he didn't like the idea of him driving a long way home while being half-drunk and would be staying the rest of weekend with us since he had nowhere to go. I asked Cliff if he was planning on letting Danny see and play with my tits again. He smiled and said probably, but only if I let him. I smiled at that. Then he whispered in my ear. "Then we will see where it goes from there." I was surprised at his implication but wasn't shocked by it. I have also had some naughty ideas since that night. I'm already thinking of letting them undress me once we get home and remain naked around them until Cliff takes me to bed. Or maybe letting them both take me to bed, if I could only be that lucky. Cliff did mention after our last night together, he had unexpectedly enjoyed watching another play with my tits and wondered how he would feel seeing me naked with another man. He told that just thinking about it got him hard. I didn't tell him it got me wet too thinking about being naked with another man. I would be happy with just being naked around other men. I really wasn't interested with having sex with another man but if my husband wanted me to I'd do it for him.

Well, I was naked in less than five minutes after getting home. Cliff actually told Danny to help me get undress while he went to get some 'Alka Seltzer". I remained naked and let both guys play with my tits and both fingered me to orgasm. I thanked them by giving them both blow-jobs. Something else I've enjoyed doing a lot more of since I lost my weight. I did them occasionally for Cliff over the years but lately, I've gotten to enjoying having a cock in my mouth and swallowing the cum a lot more. I've enjoyed sex in many more ways lately too. Blow-jobs, anal, public places, I think I'm open for almost anything now. When we went to bed, I purposely left our bedroom door open and left the bed-stand light on and was more vocal than normal, hoping Danny would appear at the door and watch. I don't know if he did or not I just know I needed to be fucked after giving two blow-jobs that night.

Luckily Chip was away for the weekend with the neighbor kids and wouldn't be back till Sunday night so I didn't even get dressed Saturday morning. I wanted to stay naked all day and I did. I also got fucked by Cliff that morning as Danny watched and then Cliff told Danny to help himself to my pussy. Cliff smiled and said I looked wonderful as he watched Danny pound away at my pussy. I swear, Danny is only the second man to get to go there and my husband was watching me have sex with him. Boy, I love that man! And I told him that as he watched Danny fuck me. Later that afternoon, I had two men in me at once and they made use of every hole in me. My God that was fun! I was their sex slave all weekend I was willing to do whatever they wanted me to do.

We even went out to dinner that night with me wearing only my yellow halter dress. Both of them fingered my pussy under the table while we were in the restaurant and I noticed at least two men watch them as they fingered me. I just didn't care! I surprised them both by removing my dress while on the way back to the car and walking naked across the parking lot the last two hundred feet and I was seem by two couples. I ended sucking Danny off in the back seat as Cliff drove us home. We all slept, well tried to sleep, in the same bad that night. Sleeping with two men felt great.

I've decided I like being an exhibitionist slut! Cliff promised me if I continued being a naughty girl, it would not be the last time Danny would come over. He then surprised me when he said, "Who knows honey. I might even consider finding a couple more guys to become friends with one day. I'd bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" My heart skipped a beat. Did he just insinuate that he might let me have sex with three or more guys at once? I knew I'd sure be willing to try it at least once.