First Planned SPH Exposure
An SPH Experience by limpnubguy.
SPH had been a fascination of mine since the age of 8, but I didn’t know how to pursue it. I had only experienced it once before while at a hospital.
I was often naked at home, but my small penis was never mentioned.
I was very underdeveloped for my age. At twelve years old, I looked like I was eight or nine. Frequent doctor visits confirmed that I was perfectly fine; I was just really small for my age. I already had the nickname of “Chiquitin,” which means “Tiny” in Spanish, but it wasn’t about my small penis; it was given to me because I was such a scrawny little kid.
While I was still prepubescent, it was normal for me to walk out of the shower and back to my room while naked. Because I couldn’t stand the feeling of clothes against wet skin. My dad hated it, but my mom and sister didn’t care. I also slept naked, and it was normal for me to wake up in the morning to pee and walk to the bathroom naked. When my dad was gone at work, I was free to wander the house and even hang out watching TV or eat at the table without clothes.
My mom and sister really loved me and spoiled me. They treated me like I was still four or five years old. In their world of brown people, my mom had given birth to a lily-white boy with bright emerald green eyes. My dad was as white as paper with red hair, and my mom was medium-dark-skinned Mexican. My sister was also medium dark-skinned. At home, they treated me like I was a little doll. I couldn’t go anywhere in the house without either my mom or my sister grabbing me, hugging me, or kissing me. If we were watching something on television, one of them would always be hugging me for the entire time and playing with my hair. Sometimes my mom’s friends would do the same when they came over. Even if we were seated to eat a meal, someone was always holding my hand or playing with my hair. The only thing was that there was no nudity allowed in front of guests. If someone came over to the house, my mom or sister would check to see where I was and make sure that I was clothed.
Going back to the main point of the story, my inspiration for my naked exposure scheme came from being flashed by an exhibitionist girl a week earlier. My father and I had gone to visit one of his friends. My dad and his friend had left me alone on the sofa in the living room to watch TV while they worked on something in the garage. His teenage daughter (I’m assuming around age 15) had seen us come in and had also seen that I was sitting by myself. Her father had even introduced us, so she was well aware that I was there. She went into her bedroom, and I noticed that she had snuck her head out into the hallway a couple of times to see if I was still there. I knew she was about to do something, but I failed to put the pieces together until I suddenly heard loud music coming from her room and her bedroom door came open.
She came out of her room totally naked, walking down the hallway towards me. She was carrying a bath towel and her change of clothes along with a little radio that was making all of the noise. She walked very slowly, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time. She had a big smile on her face and was making an awkward attempt at a runway model walk, with her hips really swaying exaggeratedly. The walk to the hallway bathroom should have taken three or four seconds, but she stretched it out to around 10 seconds. She had really wanted me to get a good look. I could tell that this wasn’t her first time doing this.
After she had disappeared into the hallway bathroom and closed the door, the lightbulb went off in my head. I understood exactly what she wanted to do. She had a purpose, saw an opportunity, and came up with a plan. The plan worked. It was very likely that she had used this plan before. It was basic and crude, but it worked. I could do the same thing, but stage the situation in such a way as to look accidental, because in contrast she was blatantly guilty of being an opportunistic exhibitionist. I loved her for it. She had just been lucky in finding a receptive audience. If the audience had been different, she could have been in trouble. I wanted to find an audience and expose myself with as little collateral damage as possible.
I needed to start working on a plan.
Later that afternoon when we got back home, I sat down on the living room sofa. I looked directly in front of me, and the plan came together all by itself. The layout of the house was perfect for being seen naked “accidentally”. Guests always sit on the same sofa where I was sitting. The view from the sofa is centered straight down the hallway, into my parents’ room, and into their bathroom. I always used their shower because it is much bigger and I have a little bit of a claustrophobic condition. All I needed was an opportunity to present itself or create one.
The plan was to jump in the shower with cold water to encourage shrinkage. I would have a small radio going in there just like my flasher. When I was done, I would peek out under the door gap to see where my audience was. If conditions seemed right, I would come out of the bathroom carrying my little radio still playing music, and with a small towel over my head. The towel would be hanging so that I had a tiny part open in front of my face, so I could see what was happening with one eye. I would casually walk down the hallway, slightly messing with the towel as if drying my hair. My bedroom door was at the far end of the hallway right by the living room and directly across from the hallway bathroom. At this point I would be only about ten feet away from my audience so they could get a really good look. My bedroom door is sticky so it takes me several pushes to get it open. This would leave me exposed for a couple of extra seconds before entering the room. I walked the route, and it was five seconds walking normally. Walking slowly, I could make it last ten to twelve seconds. Easy, simple, looks accidental. I can’t see my guests because of the towel, and can’t hear them because of the radio. Walking naked from the shower is what I always do. My alibis are built in to hopefully keep me out of any possible trouble. Most importantly, I wasn’t exposing myself to strangers. I would have to deal with these people and the consequences afterward—high risk of getting my ass beat, or getting some SPH.
The very next day, an opportunity presented itself: two of my mom’s visiting friends were seated on the couch, but I had already greeted them, so there was no way to make it look accidental. The following day something similar happened. There was no way to make it look accidental. Several opportunities the following day, but also no way to execute my plan in a seemingly guiltless way. I was feeling discouraged.
Finally, I was handed a gift on Saturday when my mom told me that she would need me to stay at home and watch some pots on the stove while she went to her afternoon Bible study group. It was perfect. She always had friends come home with her to socialize afterward. My dad was working an extra shift out of town and wouldn’t be home until very late that night. My Sister was starting her first job and wouldn’t be back home for a few hours. My mom’s study group ended at 3:00, and she always came home within a few minutes after that. The church was just around the corner, so she would always walk there, but she almost always got a ride back with one of her friends, who would then stay a while to socialize. Sometimes more people would come. Seeing the amount of food that I was supposed to watch on the stove, I thought that we could expect a large group of visitors.
At 2:45, I started getting ready. Everything I needed for my plan was in the bathroom, and all I needed to do now was wait and see who my mom came home with. If things didn’t look right, I could easily abort the plan. I peered out through the half-open blinds at the street from the living room and waited to see her coming. After several minutes, I saw her friend Teresa’s car pull up in front of the house. Jackpot. This was perfect because she was a very beautiful lady that looks a lot like the actress Gina Rodriguez but with a bit more slender body build and perky little boobs that point upwards. She was in her late 30’s but could easily pass for 25. She had a very bubbly and fun personality. Flashing Teresa would be very fun, and she really liked me a lot.
My mom was sitting in the front seat of the car, but I saw people moving in the rear seat, and I couldn’t quite make out who they were. I started getting excited, thinking that I would be flashing a group. When the rear car doors opened, I saw that it was Teresa’s two daughters stepping out from the back of the car. Diana was the youngest daughter and was the same age as me. We had several classes together at school. She was very quiet and introverted, but very polite and pleasant. Natasha was the older sister and had a happy, goofy, outgoing personality, just like her mother. She was three years older than me and already a high school sophomore. She had several classes with my sister, and the two socialized a lot.
Natasha and her mom Teresa were always very nice to me and always hugged me when they came over. Diana was nice, but also the type of person that you had to drag a conversation out of her. I knew that I couldn’t predict what would happen with Diana if I went through with it. As the group started walking from the car toward the house, it looked like the mom and daughters were all sisters. They all really looked fantastic, all wearing knee-length flowery summer dresses.
I stopped and really thought about what to do next. This felt like a very bad idea.
They were getting very close to the front door of the house, so I ran into the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open. I turned on the radio and turned on the cold water in the shower.
Peeking from under the door, I watched them all walk in, passing through the living room and continuing through to the kitchen, which was out of view. They were there for several minutes. The first person to walk back into the living room was my mom. She turned up the hallway and walked into my bedroom looking for me. When she came out, she left my bedroom door wide open, which foiled part of my plan. Coming back out into the hallway, she heard the music and the shower water running and walked in my direction into her bedroom and to the bathroom. My mom walked right up to the bathroom door and knocked. I yelled out that I was in the shower, and she turned and walked away back to the kitchen without saying anything. I was sure that she would have told me that we had visitors and then closed the bedroom door on her way out. She did neither of those things, leaving my plan mostly intact.
My mom knew that I always walk to and from the bathroom naked when showering. She really should have alerted me that we had guests and that she had closed the bedroom door. This worked in my favor by helping to reinforce my alibis and shift blame away from myself.
While I was still deciding whether or not to proceed with my plan, I jumped in the cold shower and washed up. At this point, I thought that the excitement would give me a boner, but I had actually shrunk down from the nervousness. When I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that this was exactly the presentation that I wanted for our guests. My penis sticking out barely a half inch. Just the skinny little head about the diameter of a quarter, with no shaft protruding out of my hairless groin. When I was nervous, my flaccid head was the same color as the surrounding skin. From a distance, the head color matching my skin made it look like I had a smooth crotch like Porky Pig. My nuts were shrunken away and fully retracted. It was perfect.
I took a peek under the door, and I could see that conditions couldn’t be more perfect. Natasha and Diana were seated on the sofa in perfect viewing position. They were both snacking on something from the coffee table. Teresa was standing in the living room, almost in the hallway, looking at the display case with my mom’s collection of religious figurines, and it seemed like she was turning her head and talking to my mom in the kitchen. I assumed that my mom was doing something with the pots of food that she had made me watch while she was gone. She would be very busy and unavailable to intervene quickly if I decided to follow through with my plan.
I was starting to feel a little reluctant about going through with this, like it was a really bad idea. I felt like this was probably the time to pull the plug and abort the plan. It would be better to just wait for another day and find a better opportunity. It just didn’t feel right. Exposing myself to these nice people just seemed wrong.
Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin'” came on the radio. I saw that as a sign because I always used to change the lyrics of the song and sing it as “Free Ballin”.
I kept looking down the hallway from under the door. The three of them looked absolutely great. Three of the most gorgeous females that I knew were sitting there in front of me. I decided to move forward with the plan.
I stood up from the floor and took a deep breath. I draped the small towel over my head. I had practiced this maneuver several times to carry the towel on my head in a way that kept a tiny opening in front of my face. It took me about ten seconds to adjust it into the proper position in front of the mirror. I was ready to go.
My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking. I felt a little bit dizzy, which should have told me to stop. The music was going. It all felt so wrong. I said to myself, “Here we go.”
I pulled the bathroom door open wide and walked straight forward towards my mom’s dresser, which was off to my left side. Immediately, I saw that Teresa was no longer in position. She had turned around and was walking back towards the sofa with her back towards me. I couldn’t see Natasha and Diana just yet with Teresa in the way. After Teresa turned right around the corner towards the kitchen, I could see that Natasha was still messing with her snacks on the coffee table, but Diana was gone. I stopped at the dresser on my left and turned a little bit towards it while drying my hair, keeping the towel wadded up in such a way that I could still peep out at the scene.
Natasha hadn’t noticed me. Opening the bathroom door should have suddenly made the music louder and drawn their attention—no such luck. Maybe motion would draw her attention. I backed up towards the bed and then forward again towards the dresser. No reaction. Natasha looked up away from the coffee table, seemingly towards me. Nothing happened. I was feeling defeated and considered walking back into the bathroom and quitting on my plan.
I had planned to count the elapsed time and push the whole event to the 12-second mark from the moment that I opened the bathroom door. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to start counting.
Then it happened. Natasha looked up and saw me. Her eyes grew large, and she let out a loud gasp as she looked at me with her mouth wide open. That is when I remembered to start counting.
In Spanish, she said, “Look, look, look!” while pointing at me. She was absolutely bouncing while doing this. Her eyes lit up as if she had just won the lottery. She had a huge look of shock as she started making a “come here” waving motion with her left hand while moving her head to the right towards the living room. Shadows came from that direction towards the living room, and I could hear voices from that direction.
Oh shit. I was really fully committed now. It was time to jump into the fire and start the long walk down the hallway. The music from the radio was just loud enough to serve as a cover, but I could still hear everything clearly.
Right as I counted one second, Teresa and Diana suddenly came around the corner from the kitchen into view as I was still well inside of the bedroom. This was going to be a very long walk.
Teresa spotted me immediately and let out a loud gasp with a shocked look on her face, then she called out my name but not very loudly. She took a few steps forward closer to me and called my name again. She had stopped right next to my bedroom door. She had probably thought that it would put her in too awkward a position to get any closer to me and stopped there. Her hand moved up and covered her mouth. Diana was inching up closer just behind her and only then saw what she was supposed to look at. She gasped, a wide-eyed, shocked look on her face. Natasha stood up from the couch and started moving forward, her hand over her mouth. She didn’t make a sound, but her eyes displayed laughter with squinted eyes and a scrunched-up, wrinkly forehead.
Two seconds had passed, and I was still acting as though I couldn’t see or hear them, and I started nearing the bedroom doorway to enter the hallway directly toward them while still messing with the towel like I was drying my hair, and my trusty radio was still going. I took a quick look downwards and was happy that my display hadn’t changed.
Teresa put her hand down, grew a big smile on her face, and started backing up a little bit towards the living room. She started shaking her head with her gorgeous smile. She backed right into Diana as she was backing up. Teresa turned her head towards Diana and made gestures for her to turn away and not look at me. Diana did not oblige; she craned her head around her mom’s shoulder, positioning herself for a better look, sprouting a beautiful little smirk on her face.
Three seconds had passed, and I heard Teresa say in Spanish, “Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening,” as she was still backing up and pushing Diana backward. In the background, Natasha had quickly started moving across the living room closer to me and was still holding her hand over her mouth. Her whole forehead was still wrinkled up in laughter, with her eyes now squinted up in the expression.
Under the towel, I could see that I was now only just now crossing the threshold from the bedroom into the hallway. As I slowly got closer, I heard distant giggles. That was probably Natasha. I was close enough to start smelling that one of them was wearing a flowery perfume. That was overwhelmingly arousing.
Four seconds had passed, and I had just stepped into the hallway. I was still messing with the towel, and I could see that Natasha was now almost directly behind Diana. She had to have made a small sprint to get there that quickly. Teresa was stepping backward, pushing Diana back away from me, who was now about to run into Natasha.
Five seconds
The End.
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