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Nabokov

My friend and I went to a pool on a chilly, overcast day, when it was fairly deserted. We were both 12 years old at the time. We went to the locker room to change into our swimsuits. They had asssigned us lockers, and his locker was in the next aisle over. I had just taken my shirt and sneakers off when he appeared out of nowhere in his swimsuit. He stood s few feet away and looked at me, with his hands tucked under his armpits. As I took my socks off I noticed he was watching my every move. So I suggested he go out to the pool ahead of me and I'd be out in a minute, but he said he'd wait there. As I stood there in my pants, I realized I would have to change in front of him. We were both guys, after all, and it would seem foolish and immature to chase him away. I took my pants off and stood there wearing only my underwear. I told him again he could go out ahead of me. I didn't want to undress in front of him, but he wasn't going anywhere. Now I had to go ahead and change, and I readied my swimsuit in the front of the locker, thinking I could do a quick change. As I slid off my underwear I hoped I wouldn't get an erection. It would only add to my embarrassment, but of course I wouldn't be able to control it. As I turned to face my locker I was determined to act nonchalant, like it was no big deal standing nude in front of him. So I folded my clothes and placed them neatly in the locker. Instead of rushing to get my suit on I turned to face him. I noticed for the first time that he was wearing only a small, fairly tight swimsuit. Now he was staring at my nude body, and I began to feel stimulated. As we stood together I casually asked him about the other people at the pool. He said it was almost empty, and I took a long look at his body. It was small and slightly effeminite. I could almost imagine him as a girl, and that only added to my stimulation. I was getting an erection and I wasn't sure why. As he looked at me I felt a thrill course through my body. I had recently developed pubic hair, and I wondered about my friend's body. By now my erection was large and stiff, and I could feel his eyes scanning my nude body. Instead of embarrassment I felt a warm and excited sensation. As I stood there naked we talked about nothing in particular. I wanted to see his body, and I didn't know why. I suppose it was curiosity more than anything else. The longer I stood there the better I felt. By now I was sure he knew that my lingering was intentional, but he didn't seem bothered or in any rush to leave. It was sort of an unspoken understanding, he only wearing that little swimsuit and I completely nude. The place was deserted and quiet. I could feel the skin on the bottom of my feet against the wood floor. All my senses were heightened, and I glanced at his body. I wanted to stand there, to feel that thrill of being seen naked, and I was in no hurry. Finally, I turned back to my locker and lazily put on my swimsuit. Just knowing he could see my nudity as I stood sidewards made me feel good. Afterwards we never talked about it, but we both knew what had passed between us. It was an exciting sexual feeling, the time I first realized that I was an exhibitionist, and I knew I would repeat similar actions in the future, actions that felt so very wonderful.

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