My first exhibitionist experience dates more than three decades ago. Back then the city still had 'rough edges': places that once had served some purpose, later were abandoned, were reused for something else, and abandoned again. Plants grew where they wanted, and the whole presented a kind of dilapidated view with a characteristic charm. Nowadays everything is tidy, and recreational areas are 'designed' with safely laid pavement and lots of waste baskets and fences to protect manicured lawns. And now it's busy everywhere. Not so back then. There was a nice place on the lake shore where people were recreationally nude. No especially reserved zones with signs that warn the public, but just a place where people put down their towel, took off their clothes and enjoyed the sun. It was quiet, and hardly anyone passed by. Back then the general attitude towards nudity was much more relaxed than it is now.

One day I was lying there nude, reading a book, when I heard a diesel engine. A small boat arrived at a rickety jetty, and people stepped ashore. Not many, perhaps six or seven men and women. They started to walk the path that would take them along my spot. I turned onto my stomach. Why? Apparently some residual shame of being nude. I intently read my book as they passed by, and I heard them point out to each other the naked people they saw in various places. After they left and the boat had puffed off again the delightful quiet returned. But not for long. After some twenty minutes I again heard the diesel sound approach again. This time I decided that it might actually be fun and exciting not to turn onto my stomach, but stay, as it were, in full view. It took a while for the boat to get moored safely. Young man, excitement, anticipation: you can guess what happened: I got an erection. Moments later I had my first experience of being stark naked with a rock hard cock while being watched by the people that passed by. There were some comments, but no problems. I enjoyed the kick, and decided it was worth repeating.