Masturbating

08/17/2013

 
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This morning I was sitting naked in front of my laptop masturbating to pichunter when I decided to go to the bathroom to get some lube. However, before I returned there was a knock on the door. Then I heard the knob start to turn. It was the maintenance guy coming to grab the fire extinguisher for its annual inspection. I had forgotten about the flyer that was left on my door the day before and had not left the extinguisher outside the doorway as was asked. Since I’m not usually at home during the day, he must’ve assumed it was okay to enter so abruptly. 

 I was really in a tight spot because the fire extinguisher was located on the wall behind my laptop—which was left open with my porn clearly on display. Also, to make matters worse my clothes were piled near my chair and with all the lights on it was obvious I was home masturbating at 9 a.m. in the morning.

 Then something came over me. Knowing I was caught was a bit of a thrill. We had spoken at length when he was repairing my A/C last year, and he was a young guy, single, living alone and probably masturbates often as well. I quickly decided to continue into the living room as if I hadn’t heard him enter. So lube in one hand and my 4 ¼ inch hard dick pointing towards the ceiling, I walked into the living room. Once I walked through the hallway, I saw that he had seen my laptop and the content on its screen, and he turned my way then looked down and saw my erection and then my bottle of lube. He averted his eyes downward and mumbled some sort of an apology for his intrusion, and I quickly went to my clothes and pulled on my briefs. Of course, my stiff prick still showed itself in the form of a bulge in my underwear. After quickly grabbing my extinguisher he exited the apartment, and I went on to finish what I had set out to do in the first place—my excitement fueled by the recent exhibitionism. Needless to say, the extinguisher was left outside the doorway after he was done.

This recent encounter reminded me of how much I used to enjoy getting caught masturbating as a teenager. From my first masturbation experience onward, I’ve always enjoyed a little exhibitionism while I jerk-off. As an adult, I have on occasion jerked-off with willing companions. Yet, as a young teen, many of my friends didn’t want to candidly acknowledge that they masturbated for fear of being teased. During those first few years of puberty, those that came forward first were usually ridiculed. Then, after my first masturbation experience, I learned a helpful secret: friends are more likely to share something in confidence than with a large group present. 

My first time masturbating was with my friend Brian. He and I dared each other to try it. Afterwards, I realized that I enjoyed being naked and masturbating in front of him just as much as watching the “skinamax” flick that was on tv. Also, no one heard about it so he was okay with trying it again at another sleepover—so long as it was on a dare, and we didn’t admit to doing it regularly. 

Then a few weeks later a friend and I made plans to hang out and play video games after school. Since he lived down the road, it was decided that after going home he would walk down to my house. I decided to experiment with my new fetish by letting him catch me seemingly unawares masturbating. I also hoped he would want to join me, since I knew his parents didn’t keep any pornography at his house (and my step-dad had plenty). 

As soon as I got home I gathered a few playboys from my step-dad’s stash—one with Shannon Tweed, another with Anna Nicole, and another with an annual celebrity nudity montage. These three had come to be my favorites, and I thought they would be the most appealing to peruse. Then I had to decide how it was best to be caught. I didn’t want to be completely naked because it might be too obvious, but letting my dick out while jerking it gave me opportunity to put it away quickly. I opted to have my shorts pulled down to my ankles. That way it would take too much time to pull them up and left my cock and balls in full view. All the magazines were in the spare room and in that room was a couch. He never knocked and back there I wouldn’t hear him when he came inside. I decided to be seated on the couch, cock in hand, and magazines laying out next to me.

I sat there gently stroking my cock as I waited for him. I wanted my dick hard but didn’t want to be too close to cumming when he arrived. I didn’t hear the door close but I did hear him call for me from the living room. He may have thought I could hear him but it was too late to back out now. I leaned back on the sofa and held my 3 inch cock firm (It’s grown a bit since this). It was fully erect and in plain view. He walked through the doorway and just stood there for a second. I pretended to be surprised and reached down for my shorts. He stood at the door a bit and then we both laughed a bit. I said I was sorry I didn’t hear him and he said he didn’t mean to walk in on me. 

Then I asked if he had seen Anna Nicole’s tits yet. He said no and we both looked at them in silence for a few minutes. Finally, I broke the silence and asked what he thought of Ms. Tweed bush. He said he like it and that he would like to fuck her. Occasionally, we each made adjustments in our pants. It was obvious we both had erections so I asked if he minded if I finished jacking it. He said that was cool so I put my hand down my shorts and begin playing with myself. He started to do the same.

After a couple minutes, I got up to grab some Vaseline. When I came back he had pulled out his dick and was stroking it faster than before. Once he saw me, he tried to put it away, but not before I could see that it was longer and thicker than mine. Then I decided to pull off my shorts and shirt, and I told him it was okay if he did the same since this was how I usually jack off. He did the same. I asked him how long his was soft and hard. He said about 2 inches soft and 5 hard. I told him mine was only 1 inch soft and a little over 3 inches hard. 

We knelt on the floor in front of the magazines and began to stroke our cocks much faster than before. The squishy sound of our hands stroking our Vaseline coated dicks permeated the room. The longer we stroked the more heavily we breathed. I could feel it intensifying inside me and before I came I announced that I was about to squirt. He said he was cumming too. My little stream of cum squirted across Ms. Tweeds tits first, then he let out a grunt and I looked down at his cock. As he squeezed his cock a thick white wad dripped over his hand onto the floor. I got up and rested on the couch and he laid out on the floor. Then we went into the bathroom and took turns washing our cocks off with a warm washcloth.

It wasn’t long before other friends began to admit to masturbating, and then we began to jerk off in groups of three or four during sleepovers. However, I still miss the feeling I got of getting caught doing something not openly admitted by others. Occasionally, in my later teens and college years I would plan a way to get caught nude or masturbating, but until today it had been a while since I felt that rush. Hopefully, the maintenance guy won’t knock next time. Then he might see a little extra.
 


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