First Time in a Swimming Pool Changing Stall

[Loki Room]

As a young exhibitionist, do you have any other stories?

Ohh, I remember I had an aunt who loved that trick — 'okay, I'm not looking, I don't see anything' — only to go back to business as usual a second later as soon as my underwear fell down.

Nice memory tho, love to hear the rest of your stories!

Cute story, Loki!

Reminds me of me at that age (well, pretty much throughout school!) wanting to look at the other boys changing, but not wanting to be seen myself

Please do write more!

Best,
Bobby

Thanks everyone for the encouragement I definitely plan to write more about my experiences, I just need to find the time. I hope to publish something this weekend!

[Loki Room]

Perhaps there's another reason, maybe she relished being in a position of power and authority over boys and wanted to make it clear that yes she could look away and protect your privacy, she wanted to show that's entirely at her own discretion and that she can and will look. Your privacy and dignity is only afforded to you by her, not something you're guaranteed.
She lures you into doing what she wants by saying "I'm not looking", then solidifies her own authority by looking immediately after, reminding you that she's in control of the situation here, not you. Not even your own body is safe from her eyes, she's the adult, she has the authority, so you better do what you're told.

I imagine part of why she did it is because she was annoyed you were taking so long and didn't want you to dawdle again in the future, she saw the other boy was dressed and believed you were solely responsible for everything running late, so she decided to deal out a punishment. She could tell you were embarrassed and by making you go through the humiliating experience of stripping in front of her, and her seeing you, she's given an effective immediate deterrent, now you know what happens if you're running late so you won't do it again, otherwise you risk repeating that experience.

Yeah I think this is the most realistic interpretation, she wanted me to know she had all the power. She was that kind of teacher too, she never really had the patience for young kids, and always seemed a bit sour. The next year she retired from teaching, I don’t think she was really suited for it. At least she gave me an CFNM experience to look back on

[PantsDownFun]

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And based on what I’d seen of the other boys earlier, we all looked roughly the same down there, I wasn’t special: A pale little noodle, uncut, with two tiny balls. That’s what she saw when she went back on her word and looked at my “peepee”. That’s what I called it back then. It’s, presumably, what I saw when I peeked at my friend. Only now, as I write this story, do I see the irony of the situation.


Loki

Cue my intense jealousy of anyone lucky enough to be born into a society that doesn't practice genital mutilation. I wasn't that lucky. If I ever moved to Europe, I'd be immediately clocked as "the American" in any situation where I'm naked. Somewhere in hell John Harvey Kellogg is having his dick repeatedly cut off only to regrow and be cut off again. I only hope that in the afterlife I'll have earned the privilege of cutting off his penis at least once.

[Freesub]

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And based on what I’d seen of the other boys earlier, we all looked roughly the same down there, I wasn’t special: A pale little noodle, uncut, with two tiny balls. That’s what she saw when she went back on her word and looked at my “peepee”. That’s what I called it back then. It’s, presumably, what I saw when I peeked at my friend. Only now, as I write this story, do I see the irony of the situation.


Loki

Cue my intense jealousy of anyone lucky enough to be born into a society that doesn't practice genital mutilation. I wasn't that lucky. If I ever moved to Europe, I'd be immediately clocked as "the American" in any situation where I'm naked. Somewhere in hell John Harvey Kellogg is having his dick repeatedly cut off only to regrow and be cut off again. I only hope that in the afterlife I'll have earned the privilege of cutting off his penis at least once.

When I first learned about how common circumcision is in America, It shocked me the extent to which it is normalised in the US, and anyone uncircumcised is seen as "weird".

[PantsDownFun]

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And based on what I’d seen of the other boys earlier, we all looked roughly the same down there, I wasn’t special: A pale little noodle, uncut, with two tiny balls. That’s what she saw when she went back on her word and looked at my “peepee”. That’s what I called it back then. It’s, presumably, what I saw when I peeked at my friend. Only now, as I write this story, do I see the irony of the situation.


Loki

Cue my intense jealousy of anyone lucky enough to be born into a society that doesn't practice genital mutilation. I wasn't that lucky. If I ever moved to Europe, I'd be immediately clocked as "the American" in any situation where I'm naked. Somewhere in hell John Harvey Kellogg is having his dick repeatedly cut off only to regrow and be cut off again. I only hope that in the afterlife I'll have earned the privilege of cutting off his penis at least once.

When I first learned about how common circumcision is in America, It shocked me the extent to which it is normalised in the US, and anyone uncircumcised is seen as "weird".

I have a botched circumcision. Even knowing that and how devastating it is wasn't enough to dissuade my niece from circumcising her son. "He might get made fun of in the locker room." Apparently getting made fun of in the locker room scares her more than nerve damage that destroys all sensation in the penis (among all the other complicated that happen in the one in 350 circumcisions that are botched, yeah, the chances of a botched circumcision is 1 in 350 and parents still risk it here, hell is very crowded with Americans).

It was bad enough having a botched circumcision when I thought circumcision was the default. Now knowing that I can never leave the United States and not be immediately recognized as an American no matter where I go because of my dick only makes it worse. I used to want to move to Germany, but finding out that nude saunas are still a big part of the culture, I realized that I can get a job in Germany, I can get a home in Germany, I can learn flawless German with no accent, I can integrate myself in every way... Until it is time to go to the sauna, then immediately the facade will fall and I'll be revealed as the American I can never stop being. That is my own personal ENM scenario. I'm not embarrassed by being naked. I'm embarrassed by what my nudity reveals about me.
(Yes, I know foreskin restoration is a thing, the best case scenario is that I will get to a point that I might fool people getting just a quick glance in a locker room or sauna, but I can never undo the nerve damage, so unless I get really good at faking, gay bathhouses will still out me as the guy I'm with realizes that I have no sensation in the zones that should have the most sensation, at which point the lack of frenulum and ridged band becomes painfully obvious once you start looking for them, because those are two guaranteed "press here for pleasure" buttons for intact men).

[Mattheus]

I really feel sorry for you – that sounds terrible! I seriously despise America a lot of the time.

There's truth in what you say – whenever I'm in a sauna here in Germany, as soon as I see a circumcised white man, I instantly expect him to start speaking American English.