Ryan's life (Part 1) (Patreon)

This is a spin-off of My First Year in College where we explore Ryan’s exhibitionist side. You can read both My First Year in College and the sequel My First Year in Prison on here.

This bonus story will only be posted on my Patreon.

Contrary to most of the stories I share, this is not intended to run through chapters and chapters. However, if you like it, I can write another part of “Ryan’s exhibitionist life”, or write a spin-off for another character! Let me know.

RYAN'S EXHIBITIONIST LIFE

Introduction to exhibitionism: Skimpy speedos in Barcelona

I guess that everyone has their kinks. Bondage. Domination. Submission. Roleplay…

For the longest time, I thought that I have found my thing, this one turn-on which was a bit out of the ordinary, although, when talking about fetishes, it is probably the most popular out there: Feet.

More particularly, girls’ feet.

From my earliest memories, it was quite clear that I was aroused by female feet. I cannot count the number of hard-ons I had to hide when my English teacher was wearing her sandals.

Her toe nails painted in red, sometimes, she would take her feet out of the sandals in class and casually rubbed them against one on another under her desk. I could have jizzed right there!

Not surprisingly, in my early years of masturbation, I fell into the rabbit hole of foot fetish porn and to this day, I have yet to get out of it. I could caress, worship, lick, kiss, suck women’s feet for hours and hours.

It was quite the shock when I realized that not everyone was like me. To my astonishment, some people even thought that feet were disgusting! The fools!

To avoid coming out as a freak, I had to tone my passion for feet down a few notches.

Besides a couple of exceptions, I was not really open about this fantasy with my girlfriends. At most, I would say to them that I did find their entire body beautiful, including their feet, and I would casually suggest massaging them.

They would accept, unaware of the millions of dirty thoughts polluting my mind as soon as my hands would come into contact with their soles.

However, when I settled with Mallory, I did make sure she enjoyed some foot licking from time to time. I do not think that I could have married her otherwise.

This was light though. When I was really getting into it, like this time I swallowed her entire left foot in my mouth or when I jizzed on her feet, she seemed a bit distraught and I did not insist.

But I could not complain, the sex with Mallory was great, she loved it rough and could take my entire dick in her ass. 7.5 inches of my thick meaty cock, not all girls could handle it the way she did!

I thought this would be stupid to ruin a relationship because of my foot fetish and I used porn (quite a lot) to compensate for what I could not have in real life.

But I digress, this story is not about my passion for feet. This story is about another kink of mine that I came into terms with, only later in life. Although, thinking of which, it had always been a huge part of my sex life, I simply had not put a label on it.

I am an exhibitionist.

I know, it is a bit weird to put myself in a box like that, but that is just the plain truth. I love being watched, especially in a sexual context.

Not meaning that I am a pervert, I would never force someone to watch me. In my case, being an exhibitionist mostly means that I get extremely turned on if I know that a hot girl is fingering herself watching me, for example.

Maybe you are thinking that everyone is an exhibitionist nowadays. You may be right in that.

Probably a lot of fit guys go to the gym only to show off and gym rats do love to go shirtless any opportunity they get. Is not it the whole point of social media to flaunt ourselves, our bodies and our seemingly perfect lives?

But for me, it just got to a level which is simply hard to ignore. Let’s just say that it goes a bit beyond flexing in the mirrors of the gym.

It really started in my twenties. At the time, I was in a serious relationship with my girlfriend Mallory whom I met in college. We had been together for a couple of years when I opened a secret and private Instagram account under the name “RAMSOM_PL”.

Trust me, I did not want to cheat on her. I was just getting tired of the foot fetish porn and was looking for more genuine interactions.

I had heard that some random girls, not porn actresses, were selling feet pictures and the idea of asking the next-door MILF to show me her beautiful feet was a huge turn-on. I mean, my dick is still dripping thinking about it.

In the end, I never had to pay for any picture. Some women were just happy to send me pictures and videos if I sent them naughty stuff in return.

At first, I really did not think of this secret Instagram as a way for me to show off, although, it is now clear that I was flaunting my body on every picture and that I was living for the likes I was getting.

No, this was primarily about chatting with girls from all around the world, getting them horny and obtaining some dirty pictures from them.

Because I did not intend to ever meet with any of them in real life, I convinced myself this was not cheating. No need to lay your morale on me, I know I was lying to myself but eh, nobody is perfect!

I even thought that I was very smart with that idea.

See, my secret Instagram was set on private and I was super careful with accepting any new requests. Only when I had approved of the request after I had made sure that I (or any of my closed ones) could not have any real-life connection with that new girl (most of them were Asians), she could see my face… as well as my feet of course!

As the months were going by, things got steamier on the page, both in my DMs and on the public feed. It was my main escape away from studying and my monogamous life with Mallory and I was having a lot of fun.

I could no longer hide that I loved to show off in revealing outfits, I even ended up posting nude ones despite the social media’s guidelines. It remained very PG: some tight speedos, a towel around my waste, some ass at most… But my followers were loving it and I was loving their feedback even more.

After two years, I had created a small - but vibrant - community of feet lovers.

It was all in good fun until the day when I got catfished. Well, I must have gotten catfished tons of times but this particular one was rough.

Believe it or not, I was fooled by my own brother! Yes, it turned out that I was not that smart about sorting out the requests.

I knew that Tyler was gay but not for a second, I imagined that he could be hiding under Anna_X9’s profile! This hot Russian girl had started to talk and flirt with me around Christmas time.

How did he even know about my secret account? What did he think when he saw the pictures of me in a freaking jockstrap?

After a couple of years playing on that profile, mostly when Mallory was away for long hours working at the hospital, I had got used to taking orders from girls, doing more and more crazy stuff for them.

It was not only to get a picture or video from those strangers anymore as it became obvious that I loved the attention that I was getting. Doing stuff to specifically turn-on a woman who was masturbating on the other side of the screen…. Aaaaah…. The thrills!

Basically, I very much enjoyed obeying to each of their commands, feeling like their human sex-toy. And Anna sure requested a lot from me… An awful lot!

And I did show “her” everything.

You can imagine the shock it was when I realized it was my younger brother typing behind Anna’s profile. We were having dinner at a fancy restaurant one night, a few days after I got engaged with Mallory, when I figured it out.

I was mortified.

We never talked about it with Tyler. I was just so fucking ashamed of myself. I was mad at him too, but mostly, I felt stupid. The things he had seen… The things he had asked for me to do.

Maybe it was in our genes, the Braxton Brothers were two weirdos when it came to sex. One was fucking himself with a toothbrush for random girls online, the other was creating fake girls accounts to trick his brother into showing off.

Things were never truly the same after that with Tyler, and it took nearly ten years and my brother being locked up in prison to somewhat mend our relationship. But this is a whole other story, and again, I digress.

Being caught by my own brother in this really disturbing way did put a harsh stop on my exhibitionist activities online. I deleted the Instagram profile right away and decided to get myself together.

It was perfect timing in a way, I had just gotten engaged and I was soon to finish my higher education and internship at the hospital. It was time to grow up!

It worked.

Well, kind of.

For the year and a half leading up to the wedding, I was so caught up in school, the hospital and organizing our big day with Mallory that besides checking on feet girls on Onlyfans, I stopped most of my “naughty” activities online.

I would only show off to Mallory, but at least, she was appreciative of my body! I had the habit of wandering around naked in the house and I loved it when I caught her checking on my ass or on my fat limp dick.

I posted some more shirtless pictures on my main Instagram but I could not do too much or Mallory would get jealous or suspicious. Also, I was becoming a real doctor now, it was not very professional to flaunt my body on social media.

I did get some attention but it was essentially from gay men at that point.

Both on my Insta and in real life, those were the most vocal about finding me hot. As Mallory did not mind, it was a good compromise to get an ego boost. I had never been attracted to men so I was not seeking anything other than their attention but I had always gotten along fine with gay guys.

I was very supportive when my brother came out and I think I even figured out that he was gay before he knew it himself.

At the hospital, the male nurses (all of them gay, of course) were calling me “McHottie”. Apparently, it was a not so clever reference to a tv show. When I found out, I pretended to be embarrassed when I was actually over the moon.

Among all the doctors in the hospital, I was THE hot one.

That felt fucking good!

The day I heard about it for the first time from a very effeminate male nurse, I thought about all the nurses, females this time, checking me out, probably fantasizing about me but not saying anything.

I was so horny that I jerked off in the bathroom of the second floor of the hospital right away. I busted my creamy loads in the toilet bowl.

See, when I told you that loving to be watched is a real kink!

I think it is around that time that it really clicked. I just could not lie to myself anymore, the sole fact that people were thinking of me sexually was enough to make me cum in public!

In the weeks that followed, I started to check CFNM porn. If you’re not an expert in porn tags, it means “clothed females, naked males”.

Usually, the video involves a group of women, humiliating a guy, and as the name entails, they remain fully clothed while the guy services them in the nude. The cherry on top is that the videos often feature some feet play as well.

At this point though, this new-found kink remained a fantasy and I was very careful not to do anything that could jeopardize my relationship with Mallory.

Things changed when a few weeks after our wedding and before we obtained our residency at the hospital, Mallory and I took a full month to travel around Europe. It was a once in a lifetime trip, a sort of extended honey-moon before we get to 40 years of hard work if you will.

We first went to vibrant London, then to beautiful Paris, and then… to sexy Barcelona.

This was the place where I got my first real-life exhibitionist experience.

I guess it really began thanks to a gentleman Mallory and I met in the train from Paris to Barcelona.

He looked gay to me but he was French, so who can really tell?

The man was around 40 and was reading a financial newspaper, he seemed like a business guy taking a week-end trip to Barcelona. Broad shoulders, fancy suit, very confident.

The ride to get there was hours long and he had been kind enough to move seat so Mallory and I would be sitting next to each other.

That got the three of us talking.

“I love Barcelona. Spanish people are more in the moment, enjoying the sun, the beach, life! French folks I deal with everyday complain way too much.”

“We have found the Parisians nicer than we thought.” Mallory commented. “They were quite friendly. You’re a good example of that, actually.” She added kindly.

She always knew how to get in with people.

“I’m not saying the French are not nice. I think the reputation of us being rude is misplaced. We are simply not being fake all the time, so it can be quite the shock for the Americans.” He laughed.

“You really think all Americans are fake?” I asked.

I was not upset or anything, just curious.

“Don’t take it personally, you both seem like genuinely nice people but let’s just say that I’m not a big fan of the American culture, pretending everything is perfect! That’s not healthy. The more you try to hide the cracks, the more the house gets close to collapsing.”

“You may have a point here…” I replied.

“It’s the same thing with sex! Everything is “shocking” (he did the quotation marks with his fingers) to you, and at the same time, sex is everywhere. Music. Tv. Films. You can’t see a woman topless; nudity is a sin but you produce some of the vilest porn content there is!”

I could tell that Mallory was a bit uncomfortable that the conversation had moved on to sex. Not that she would usually have a problem with that but we were in a train surrounded by people and that man was a complete stranger.

“America is the land of the paradoxes.” I stated, in a neutral tone.

“I’m sorry, I did not want to offend you.”

“That’s fine.” Mallory said with a smile. “Always interesting to see how different cultures are perceived around the world. And I don’t disagree with anything you said.”

“Indeed, Americans do have a problem with women’s nipples!” I added.

Mallory rolled her eyes while the guy laughed loudly, making the old lady sitting next to him sigh.

“Damn right! No problem with nipples in Barcelona! You’ll see, topless is almost mandatory on the beaches!”

“Really?” Mallory asked, a bit concerned. “I heard some women were taking their tops off but I did not think…”

“Do not worry, mon cherie, no actual obligation or anything! You’ll do as you want. But lot of women are topless or taking off their bikini altogether. I can only urge you to try it, it’s freeing! But again, you do you.”

“We’re both doctors, I think we’re fine with seeing all sides of the human bodies.” She replied, not wanting to look too conservative.

“Great. And I hope that you have a good pair of speedos, young man.” He said, now looking directly at me. “Please, don’t tell me you have brought those awful American broad shorts!”

Shit. I was a cliché. It was exactly what I had brought. Two pairs for my trip.

I had owned some tight speedos for a while (notably to flaunt them on my secret Instagram account) but it was all unknown to Mallory. She knew I had a jockstrap only because I wore it for some of the sports that I was practicing during our college years.

“You caught me as your basic white American, my friend.” I replied. “Only broad shorts for me.”

“Ohlala, that’s a definitive no go! Not in Barcelona.” The French said.

He almost looked seriously upset.

“A definitive no go!? I thought we were doing whatever we wanted!” I snapped back.

“Of course, you don’t have to go full nude or topless on the beach, but a broad short… Seriously? I mean, you won’t be kicked away from the beach, but this is seriously thrown upon and actually, thinking about it, I think speedo is even mandatory for the men on some of the beaches!”

“Really?”

Mallory looked at me, she did not know if the guy was for real. I could not tell either.

“Yes, really. But again, you won’t get fined or anything. I don’t want to scare you.”

“That’s fine. I guess we can buy a pair of speedos once we get there.” I replied.

A part of me was happy to have a good reason to show off in a more revealing swimsuit anyway.

“Oui, oui, oui, for sure, you can!” The French man pulled out a piece of paper from his wallet and hastily scrambled a couple of things. “Here’s two of the most popular stores. Although, there are quite expansive.”

“Thanks.” I said, reaching for the paper.

He was about to give it to me when he stopped himself, smiling largely:

“Well, let’s make a deal! I give you a hundred euros and you promise me to buy some good pairs and to send me a couple pictures.”

Mallory looked very uncomfortable at this point; the guy was clearly proposing to pay us to get pictures of me in speedos. But the deal was just too good and my exhibitionist side was fully kicking in.

“You’re sure?! Great!” I replied before Mallory could say anything.

He was already handing me the hundred-euro bill, and added his phone number to the piece of paper.

“I trust you will do it.” The French man said seriously.

“Of course, we will.” I reassured him, sliding the piece of paper and the money in my pocket.

“It’s too much. We cannot accept this. I mean….” Mallory looked at me, concerned. “Ryan, I don’t think that I like this.”

“Do not worry one bit, kids! I have money and I’ll spend most of it partying tonight… I would rather spend it on a good cause and provide a lost American citizen with speedos!”

After that, the conversation moved on to this man’s job and how he was making money.

Apparently, he was working for a big hotel group in Europe, turning old buildings or even landmarks into fancy hotels. Because he had just handed us 100 euros, we felt obligated to pursue the conversation with him.

Ultimately, I think the guy just needed some company.

For the whole ride, he kept checking on my shorts and my bulge but was also checking on Mallory’s boobs. She was wearing a sexy yellow crop-top.

I did not mind talking with him, besides this conversation about clothing at the beach, the man was really interesting. He was also an expert in wine and was thinking of turning a Loire Castle into an hotel, launching his own company.

When we arrived in Barcelona, Mallory and I joked about this incredible meeting while getting into a cab.

“We’re going to do it, right?” I asked for confirmation.

“What are you talking about?”

“Sending that guy a couple of pics with the speedos!”

“I don’t know Ryan, it’s all a bit weird, no? We don’t even know his name.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yes, it is weird but come on, we’re in Europe. Nobody knows us here. We can have some fun and it’s not like he asked for a naked picture or anything. We should buy speedos anyway; we knew that most Europeans were wearing them before coming here.”

“You’d be comfortable in those?”

“Why not? Don’t you think I can pull them off?”

“Oh, sure you can! Maybe a little bit too much!” She smiled.

“Let’s get in the hotel and we’ll go shopping afterwards.”

I was clearly excited by the prospect now and as the taxi was passing by the beaches, we could confirm that the bikinis were definitely optional and people there were way more out in the open than in the US.

Also, a lot of hot Spanish women’s feet to look at! Fantastic.

Although she was a bit reluctant at first, Mallory would not want to use the hundred dollars for any other purpose than the one intended by the donor. She said it would feel like stealing. With a couple of margaritas in, we were both committed to our task.

After all, it was not such a big deal to go buy some swimsuits!

We entered the first speedos’ store which was right beside one of the main beaches. Inside, most of the people, including the cashier, were in a swimsuit.

Only guys in there. Wearing tight speedos. This was a culture shock indeed.

I must say that I was a bit intimidated by the place, the loud techno music, the guys wearing flashy trunks wandering around merely naked, it was a lot to take in.

Mallory, realizing there was no girl in there, relaxed even more. I think she was mostly concerned about women checking me out, she was not threatened by gay guys. Maybe she should have been? I will let you be the judge of that.

A vendor, only wearing a skimpy pair of red speedos, offered his help but Mallory had already taken things into her own hands, going through some sexy pairs of swimsuits. Nothing too crazy, plain blue or yellow, but still way more revealing than my swim-shorts. We were having a lot of fun going through them.

“Let’s get you try a few!” She said, a few pairs in her hands.

“I thought you did not want to come here!” I grinned at her. “Now look at you!”

“I never said that, it was just this French guy, he was making me a bit uneasy but I’d love to see your bubble butt in those!”

I smiled. Spanish (and slightly drunk) Mallory was a version of her that I really liked!

A couple of clients were looking at us while picking some beach towels, a gay couple probably, but as I was the most dressed guy in the store, I was not really attracting much attention.

We went to the fitting rooms, the store was small and the cubicles were very narrow, one guy was changing with the blue curtain opened. I saw his dick and I was a bit taken aback. I had rarely seen naked guys outside of a locker-room. I pretended I did not catch this.

Mallory stayed behind while I got into my cubicle, barely managing to take off my shorts and my boxers in this tight space.

I was a bit upset that my wife was probably checking on these other muscular guys walking around wearing so little fabric. On second thought, maybe I was not really upset by this because my dick was clearly happy, I had not realized until I pulled down my boxer briefs but I had a semi.

I put a blue speedo on and opened the curtain for Mallory to see. The gay couple was waiting for their turns and had a good look at my fitting session as well. A tall black guy looking like a professional bodybuilder who seemed to pack a huge cock in his bright yellow speedos and an Asian guy, smaller but fit, who was wearing a rainbow flag trunk.

They were both looking at me as if I was a gourmet meal in a fancy French restaurant, or maybe a burger in an American McDonalds.

“Nice.” Mallory said, almost looking for approval from the gay couple.

“Muy bien!” The huge black guy commented.

I would have been afraid for my dick to slip out at any point if I were in his place, every breath he was taking, it felt like the whole thing was about to come out from his super tight speedos! Mallory could not help but take a quick glance at that huge man’s junks.

“Hey, up there!” I said, faking to be mad.

We both smiled. I checked myself in the mirror. I thought that I looked hot. I turned around to see if my ass looked good as well, it did. I still tried a couple more speedos.

When I opened the curtain to show off a bronze looking one, the black guy exclaimed something in Spanish but I only recognized the word “Caliente!”.

I guessed from context, and notably from his now obviously hard cock trapped in his yellow speedo, that he was really enjoying what he was seeing.

“What do you think, babe?” I asked Mallory.

“You look like a freaking model!” And without warning me, she snapped a picture with her phone. “For your friend.” She muttered.

“Ok, that’s the one, then!”

I took a good look at myself in the mirror and then at the black guy who did not seem bothered at all to stare right at my crotch. To be honest, I was loving it.

The speedo was still covering my ass but the colour scheme was making all the difference. Bronze was a bold choice, an unusual colour, it was fitting perfectly with my skin. I would definitely be seen.

Fuck, now I was really getting hard myself! I put my boxers and shorts back on and tried to conceal my growing erection while I was paying with the money gifted by our generous French donor.

Mallory and I did not stop there and went directly to the second shop.

If it was possible, the atmosphere in this store was even gayer and lewder than in the previous one!

Not only everyone was once again barely naked, but some guys were clearly flirting with each other, while a Latino guy was changing from speedos to speedos in the middle of the store, exposing his ass, his dick… and cock-ring (!) to every customer.

I understood what the French man was telling us in the train about Barcelona being way more free-spirited than Paris! I had not seen anyone naked in the Parisian bakeries.

I thought it would be a bit too much for Mallory but she seemed ok. At this point, she was playing the same game as I was, we were seeing how far each other could go before we would say this was too much. None of us wanted to look as the boring conservative white Americans.

If only Mallory knew how far I was actually willing to go!

One of the vendors come to us but he could not speak a word of English and my Spanish pretty much stopped at “Hola” and “Adios”. I did pick some speedos with his help and I purposely took some of the most revealing ones.

This was saying a lot because most of the swimsuits in this store were practically thongs. Again, I wanted to see how Mallory would react.

She pretended she was still very at ease and let me change. We moved on towards the cabins, another man – very hairy, he looked Italian, was wandering around totally naked.

In the heat of the moment, I told Mallory:

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do!”

And I slid down my short and boxers in one go before I even reached the cubicle of the fitting area. This time, I definitely got some looks! I mean, my dick was looking good. Sure, it was limp, but because I was a bit excited, my dick looked quite big already.

“Ryan!” Mallory scolded, looking around.

I smiled with all my teeth.

“Why? Is this attire against your puritan values?”

I will admit, I was taking this a bit far getting naked in the middle of a store less than two hours after we arrived in Barcelona.

“I… I mean, Ryan! People are watching you.”

They were. And I was loving it! I had to control myself once again not to get fully hard.

I winked at Mallory but not wanting to get her upset, I went to finish changing in one of the cubicles.

The speedos I have picked were not thongs per se, but there were not covering much of the ass… or of the front! After trying some, I thought the white one was the most shameless and provocative of all. It was almost translucent and my dick barely fitted in, I was sure my balls would not be contained if I were to go for a swim.

I opened the curtain and showed it to Mallory… as well as to the rest of the clients of the store.

She busted out laughing. Good, she was still fine with the whole thing, not taking this too seriously.

“Damn, you look… Gay!”

I did not take offense, there was none in her mouth.

“You think?”

“Yeah, a gay Pornstar!” She confirmed.

I laughed.

“You know a lot of gay Pornstars? Maybe something we should have talked about before we got married.” I teased her.

“Oh, shut up… I mean, this one is really quite revealing.”

“Perfect, no? We’ll take it?” I asked, semi joking.

“Of course!” She replied, almost daring me.

I changed back into my shorts with the curtain opened (the Italian guy was pretty much touching himself while watching me), and then, we went back paying.

I ended up taking the white one. 61 euros for a few inches of fabric… Thank God, our generous French sponsor was financing this investment!

Before going to the beach, we returned to the hotel. Mallory had forgotten her bikini. I told her she could go full nude but she had to reluctantly admit that she was not that “liberated” yet. I took her in my arms and called a cab.

She still surprised me when we got in our room and she seriously stated:

“Ok, now put the speedos on, we have some snapshots to take!”

“Really? You want to send this guy pictures of me wearing this!” I was holding the two little pieces of fabric which were constituting the two pairs of speedos we had bought.

“Why? Are you chickening out?”

“Hell, no!”

It was just the two of us in the room. I took my top off, and then my shorts and boxer briefs, and I walked nude towards her. I kissed her.

“I’m sure you want a show too!”

She blushed but took out her phone.

“Come on, dress up.”

There was no much dressing up to do, I had never worn so little fabric on my skin. But I did not correct Mallory nor complain.

I loved how she was ordering me around for this unexpected photoshoot. Mallory had turned into a sleazy photographer and I had turned into a very willing model, taking more and more lavish poses, ending with my legs sprayed on the bed.

“Is this for you or for him?” I asked her while she was asking me to slide down the speedos to my thighs.

She was kissing me between shots. I was getting hard and she kept taking pictures. It was hot outside, we had travelled a lot, and drank a little. We were both really horny and what was meant to happen, happened.

I fucked her on the hotel bed, the white speedos slid down to my ankles as I jizzed deep inside her asshole.

Our few days in Barcelona were starting with a fucking bang!

Afterwards, we still had an hour of good sun to enjoy the beach and I went with my bronze speedos. Wearing the white made me feel like a literal slut, and although I had nothing against that, to spend some time on the beach with my newly-wed, I thought the almost translucent speedo was a bit much.

We found a spot on a rather family friendly beach, but even there, most guys were indeed wearing tight swimsuits, speedos and almost no one was wearing swim shorts.

It was not a nudist beach but maybe half of the women were topless and a few older guys were completely naked. One man was hard in the middle of the beach and no one seemed to give a single fuck. This was mind-blowing for my American brain.

The surprises kept on coming. About thirty minutes in, Mallory took the top of her bikini off to go swimming. I could not believe my eyes. She was not usually modest or a prude but I had never seen her topless in public.

Shit, I could not get another erection in my speedos in the middle of the beach. Or maybe, I could? Again, nobody seemed to mind! In the end, I joined her in the water and we had a wonderful time.

I could have fucked her again, in the Mediterranean Sea, but she only let me fingering her. Close enough.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful.

After dinner, we realized that we had not sent the pictures to our mysterious French sponsor – we got a bit carried away and distracted by sex – and we went through them together.

We chose to send the one taken right in the fitting room of the store with the bronze speedos and another where I clearly had a hard on under my white / translucent speedo. It was taken in a way where you could also see my ass. The shot was not leaving much to the imagination.

I loved that Mallory was ok with that, I felt like she was pimping me out and again, it got me super horny. But she was tired and I went to bed with my hard-on.

I was woken up the next day by the melodious sound of my wife puking. Romantic, I know.

“You’re okay, babe?”

“Do I look okay?” She said, taking her head off the toilet bowl. Stupid question.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey. What’s happening?”

“I think it’s the fish we got yesterday evening. I felt weird after it, and now… well…” She coughed and returned back to the toilet bowl.

Fuck! Those holidays were so perfect thus far and I was planning an epic morning of sex! I had thought and dreamt about it all night. I even considered proposing Mallory to go to a nude beach, fully intending to fuck her in public.

Instead, I went to get her some medicine and I held her hair while she was vomiting.

That was my fucking luck!

“Please, go enjoy your day. The weather is beautiful, I don’t want to ruin your holidays.” She said after a while.

“This is OUR holidays, honey. We’ll just stay here and play cards and…”

“Look… I just need to sleep. I will rest here; you can go to the beach or walk in the city. I feel bad keeping you here.”

I kissed her forehead.

“You’re sure?”

As I was asking this, a lot of (dirty) thoughts were already coming to my head on how I could make the best use of my afternoon.

“Yes. I’m sure, I’ll be better tomorrow. It must be food poisoning. It won’t last more than 24 hours.”

“Ok, then. Just call me if you need anything, anything at all. I won’t go too far anyway.”

I knew I would not need to. When coming back the previous evening, I had noticed that right by our hotel, there was a beach which seemed way less family friendly than the one we had experiences. I was eager to go!

Honestly, I do not know if this was a conscious choice or just a happy mistake but I took the bag with the white “thong” speedo instead of the bronze one.

I walked towards the beach a bit nervous but clearly excited. I could not really tell why but I was impatient to be wearing that skimpy and outrageous thing in public.

There was no excuse this time, I knew the show I would offer would mostly be directed at gay males but I did not care… Well, if I have to be honest, I would even say that it got me even more excited!

My dick was already waking up in my shorts and I was only setting foot on the beach.

It was everything that I was picturing, and more. The beach was almost 95% masculine and there, half the guys were simply fully naked and the other half were wearing more or less revealing speedos. Most of them with flashy colours, all of them enhancing their bulges and their asses.

Damn, all those guys were looking fit as fuck. But I looked better than them, especially when I would change in my new favourite swimsuit!

I took my shorts off and was nude for a few seconds, just the time to pull back my white speedos. I looked around, making sure I was getting some eyes on me.

A group of young guys, probably in college or maybe even still in highschool, were putting sun cream on each other and they were making no effort hiding they were watching me change. I let them stare.

Imperceptibly, I even grabbed my dick before laying down on my towel, maybe to say it was ok for everyone to take a good look.

Was I attracted to those guys? Not really. Did I love the way they were lusting over my six packs, my tanned biceps and 25 years old athletic body? Definitely!

I relaxed there, taking some dips in the water from time to time. The sun was hitting hard. More naked guys came around. The couple I had seen the day before in the store, the black and Asian guys were there, now both in the nude.

I had the confirmation that the black guy was hung like a freaking horse. I had never seen such a long and thick soft cock. Maybe he was a little excited by his boyfriend massaging his thighs but the thing was a good 6 inches!

Further away and semi-hidden by a rock, I could tell than someone was getting head. My dick reacted once again.

“¿Necesitas ayuda con tu espalda?”

It took a while but I realized someone was talking to me. I turned around. One fit guy from the group of the college boys was approaching me with sunscreen. He was wearing a black speedo.

Rather classic considering the crowd.

“lo siento… No habla espanol.”

My accent was so bad, I bet he did not understand anything I said but it did not matter very much as the message still passed through: I could not say a word in Spanish!

“Your back, Sir. Need help with putting cream on it?”

He called me “Sir” and my dick twitched. That was getting weird, I was aroused by another dude. He was not much older than my younger brother, Tyler.

“Oh… Yes. Thank you.” I replied awkwardly.

He knelt down behind me and without a single word, started to cream me.

To be clear, he was applying sun cream on my back, not jizzing on me!

Fully relaxed and horny, I let my hard on grow. What was I so afraid of? Even if Mallory knew, she would not be mad. It was surrounded by gay guys; I was not cheating on her.

My dick was dangerously growing in my speedos, threatening to escape. I was getting what I wanted, more and more looks were turning towards my impressive bulge.

The guy was done with the cream but he kept on massaging me, his hands going around my waist, and then to my groin. I felt some tickling and my dick was now throbbing, pearls of precum were making the speedo even more translucent, but I was not ready to go any further than that.

“Thank you.” I said to the young guy as he was reaching the region of my pubic hair.

He immediately pulled his hands away, seemingly sorry to have gotten the wrong message.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“It was nice.” I said to reassure him.

He smiled politely and got back with his friends. Two of them were literally humping each other in the middle of the beach. Now, they were getting all the attention. I was upset, no, I was jealous.

Being in Barcelona probably for the first and last time in my life, I felt stupid for not letting this guy having this way with me. I thought I could have some more fun. Why had I been so afraid? He could, at least, have given me a hand job! Damn. It would have felt nice.

I had experienced with my roommate in college, and I never felt bad or weird about it.

Determined to get the full experience of this trip, I got up and finally took my speedo off, freeing my now fully stiffed and throbbing cock.

A lot of eyes turned towards me and I could see strong desire and lust in their eyes. Jackpot! I felt accomplished.

I walked around the beach for a while, proudly showing off. I caught the Asian guy who was getting fucked in the ass by his black boyfriend. I was a surgeon but I could not comprehend how it was physically possible for an anus to take a monster cock like that without being ripped apart… A miracle, probably.

I did not get closer though, they were a bit isolated from the rest in a location clearly used for couples to have sex. Two other guys were having fun next to them, a rimming session.

A bit uncomfortable and dirty with all that sand if you want my opinion, but I get it, the ass wants what it wants.

When I went to lie down again, I started to touch my dick too. I was pretty much horny since the previous evening and seeing all these guys pleasuring each other did not help. It felt exhilarating.

More or less discreetly, people started to get closer to me or to stare directly at my cock. I was jerking it with my two hands.

Fuck, that felt good being watched this way. For the first time, I was fully giving in to my exhibitionist fantasy. I let the eager voyeurs watch and jerk off at my sight and I was very committed to give them a show to remember!

I was getting myself to the edge when I heard someone talking above me. Damn, a voice I knew!

“Well, well, well, I see that one American can quickly adapt to the European Lifestyle.”

Right above my head, I was firstly seeing a big dripping cock. A thick and hairy one as well. Uncut. Dangling and throbbing. I knew whom it was belonging too.

“Did you like the pictures I sent you?” I asked my French friend from the train.

“Very much. But I do prefer the live shows.” He said, jerking his dick still right above me, drops of precum fell on my arm and my neck.

I was so horny that I did not mind. I kept stroking myself harder. What the hell was I doing?

Having this man watching me, so close, literally stroking his cock right at my face, it got me even closer to orgasm. I caressed my balls, and started to moan. I wanted all of them to know I was making myself feel so good, that I was close to exploding.

I nutted on myself almost at the same time my French friend came on me.

YES. I got jizzed on by another guy!

I do not know whether it was his spunk or mine which landed on my face. All I know is that I was fully covered. Drenched with sperm.

I had exploded like rarely before and the fact that some guys released their loads at the exact same moment, a few feet away from me, only got my orgasm to reach a new level of intensity.

“My name if François by the way.” The French guy said, a few seconds afterwards.

“Nice to meet you.” I said, standing up, still in a daze following my climax.

He shook my hand with his fingers coated with cum. I smiled awkwardly. This was new.

“I did not think you had it in you.” He spoke.

“Neither did I.” I replied.

I looked around, now the entire beach was staring at us. I could feel the sperm already drying on my skin under the sun. There was some cum of my lips and I must have swallowed some.

I went skinny dipping to wash it out.

When I came back to my towel, François was gone. I wondered if I would ever see him again.

I went back to the hotel. The best thing about the experience probably was that I did not feel guilty afterwards.

When I would flirt with girls on Instagram, a part of me always felt wrong about it, but in my mind, what I did there, showing off and jerking off in front of gay guys, it was something completely different, nothing to do with marriage, loving someone or having sex.

It is quite difficult to explain – and probably silly -, but as I did not doubt my sexuality, I thought I could never cheat on Mallory if the experience only involved other men.

When I entered the hotel room, my insouciance immediately clashed with the atmosphere of the room. In a split second, I understood that something was wrong.

Mallory was making a face I did not know of her. She was standing near the window. Jesus, did she see me at the beach? I mean, it was only a five minutes’ walk from the hotel.

What if she went to find me and she caught me being jizzed on by some guy? Shit, maybe I was in deep troubles after all.

“Mallory, is everything all right?” I asked.

Just like earlier that morning, it was a stupid question. She did not look all right.

“I don’t know.” She said, tears in her eyes.

“What’s happening, babe? You’re scaring me.”

I approached her but before I could hug her, she pointed at something on the small dresser next to her. I was so confused that it took me several seconds to figure what that little blue and white thing was.

Fuck! A Pregnancy test!

“Mallory? You…”

I lost my words. She nodded yes, semi smiling, semi crying.

“Mallory!” I ran into her arms. Tears also falling down on my cheeks. “We’re going to have a baby?!”

“We are, Ryan.” She caressed my wet cheek. “Is that ok? We did not expect it to be so soon… Are you happy?”

“The happiest I’ve ever been!”