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I locked the door, and was in there for a long time, being quiet.
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I totally avoided her for that whole week because I was so damn embarrassed and, well, that was that. I went to my room and closed the door and pulled my magazine collection out well not really a collection, but like 3 mags. I got some lube and a couple paper towels, and laid on my bed going to town.
What should I do? Should I talk to her about it or should I just wait and see if it passes over? This morning I woke up and felt like pleasuring myself and my brother 23 quietly opened my door then shut it quickly as soon as he saw what I was doing I was using a dildo and it was very obvious. The phone rang.
It was the Beach Fun Barbie so she was wearing this nice, red bathing suit and I always loved it so I took it into my room and I started pleasuring myself while holding the Barbie in the other hand and then suddenly my mom walks in on me. She screams and immediately closed the door. I finished with a huge moan…then suddenly I heard something, like a person clearing his throat. I pretended I was sleeping and stayed there for at least an hour on the couch until my dad left the room.
I was so utterly and totally mortified I have never even spoken of this until now.
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My dad, thankfully, never mentioned it, either. By the time I noticed her, she had stopped to watch. When I saw her, I just stopped kind of shocked and embarrassed, but she put up a finger like to say 1 minute and went to my back door and came in. I was more shocked it seemed than she was. She asked if she could do it for me and, of course I said YES!! She told me she had been doing it to her 2 older bothers for about a year and a half sometimes both at the same time.
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It excited me to hear her talk about it and I got hard again, so she did me again. She did me a few more times after that, but then she moved away. It happened a couple nights ago, I was in my bedroom and thought he was fast asleep.
But he often comes into my bedroom at night to sleep next to me. So I feel awkward about the whole thing, but do you think enough has been said and I should just forget about it now? At the same time I obviously sometimes need to be alone to please myself. We were visiting her place. I thought that I had locked the room and was naked on the bed, watching porn on the laptop, and playing with my hard cock. Unfortunately, the door was open and she walked in and stood beside me. As soon as I noticed her, out of nervousness, I shot my load all over the laptop screen. She smiled, handed me a tissue, and walked out.
A vintage piece-of-shit desktop PC that sat right behind a desk high enough to cover any pants around the ankles.
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I had the whole house to myself for an hour after school every day, so 3 to 4 p. Monday through Friday consisted of nothing but marathoning my genitals into oblivion. I would always bust into my hand, because this made it easier for me to dispose of the evidence into one or six Kleenexes.
This particular day, I finish up, unaware that another soul is down the hall, when my mom opens the door immediately. My first instinct: Eat it. After she left, I spit it into a bunch of tissues and threw it out. For some reason back then, when I beat off, I would only lift my shirt and pull my head under the neck hole, leaving my arms in my sleeves like a goddamn T-Rex.
Anyway, I finished my business and must have passed out in ecstasy, leaving my DNA on my belly.
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I woke up the next day at 10 a. I looked down at the dry batch on my stomach and heard the moans coming from the TV and was horrified. My parents had already left for work. I should also mention they always have their coffee and read the paper in said family room.
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When I was younger I was really turned on by girls wearing white panties. I needed some new briefs so I went to the store and bought a 4-pack. One of the colors was white. That night I had a friend stay over. I thought she was asleep when I put on my white briefs. I was so hard and started jerking. She walked into my room and saw what I was doing.
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She smiled and said she was wearing white panties and showed me. I instantly shot my wad in my undies; she smiled and walked away. Very embarrassing and she still reminds me when we catch up. Aaaand I may never forgive her. Later that night, I walked in the door to find Mom in tears, no less sitting at the table, with the incriminating photos spread on the kitchen table. It remains the single most horrifying moment of my life to date. And I came from a very conservative family, so Mom proceeded to scream and cry and call me a pervert who made her want to throw up.
Soooo…that was fun. I knew it was a possibly bad idea, but I was all worked up, maybe still a little drunk from the night before, and my sexual frustration was driving me up the wall.
Since they were never home while I was there, I figured I could diddle myself and get away with it. I never heard them come in; I had my eyes closed, but I heard them run up the stairs, walk around the corner into the master bedroom and throw their belongings on the floor. The bathroom door was wide open and there I was, all splayed out on their freshly scrubbed countertop, furiously masturbating with my legs pulled up. I kept my eyes closed, heard them both gasp, then heard their footsteps as they hurried back down the stairs. The worst part? Before going downstairs to dust, vacuum, mop, and spending an inevitable hour trying to act like nothing happened while they made their lunch, I made a point of finishing my masturbation session, complete with mind-blowing orgasmic success.
I was, like Sally Draper, ten years old. I had an orgasm almost instantly. I went through the entire box of tampons trying to make it happen again. I kept at it until I could barely walk and then kept at it some more. One day, when my parents had gone shopping, my brother was away working and both my sisters studying in the university, I thought I had a great opportunity for a long, nice, warm and good bit of self-love.
Picture this: me in the sofa, naked, with an 8-inch vibrator a loud one, at that my headphones on and a gay porn film full-screen on my Have you ever been caught masterbating. Turned out they wanted to surprise me, because my birthday was the upcoming day. My dad, who eschewed computers for anything other than his professional duties, walked in on me, my pants down, my hand and other parts thoroughly engaged. He turned and left, and we hardly spoke of it. When we did speak of it, he seemed to be upset mostly that I was masturbating to a computer image.
Either way, my dad, a liberal and informed person, had mistakenly, I think and hope given me the impression that what I had been doing was wrong. Later on that day, I found out that my dad had mentioned this to my older sister, which was initially terribly embarrassing, but I now appreciate, both because of what I am about to explain and because I have come to realize that he relied on her to be an understanding conduit to me.
I think this conversation, and the laughs we had and the level of comfort I developed discussing it all, was integral to my realizing that masturbation and sex are integral parts of life, to be openly and productively discussed when appropriate. I was upstairs online. I heard someone come up stairs so I quit.
But I do know that after years of chronic masturbation my wrists hurt and the muscles are like permanently cramped.
My wrists hurt all the time now. I had Howard Stern on and I had stolen a porno mag from my big brother. It was the night before Easter Sunday. Well, I was getting into the porno mag and I decided to try this whole masturbating thing out for another spin. I waited till about am in the morning because I was so paranoid, and I guess I slipped into a bit of a wakeful sleep before I began.
It turns out my brother heard me wacking my arm against the wall while I was doing my thang. He walked in on my jerking off in a trance, half asleep, and I guess I looked up with him and just kept going for as long as he watched before he closed the door.
I never remembered doing that; it was an interesting experience and always fun to tell. Man, I was so nervous. When she did she was dripping down her leg. She wanted to know how I made myself feel good and wanted to know what I fantasized about.
She began to love watching me. Wanted me to swallow myself. It was so erotic she owned me from then on. I had gone downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water, filled up the glass and sat down on the table and had a sudden desire to masturbate as everyone was sleep! So I pulled off my boxers and starting stroking myself off!
About five minutes in and horny as hell I climbed on the table got on my knees and kept stroking I was ready to explode!