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Man Arrested For Exposure At A West Broad Starbucks Last Month Faces More Charges; Henrico Police Link Him To Four Of Seven West End Incidents
By 1140wrva.com
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Richmond, VA (1140wrva.com) - Henrico police have linked a man arrested for exposing himself in a West End Starbucks with three other incidents along the West Broad corridor. Thirty-seven year old Christopher Scheu was arrested July 20th after exposing himself to a woman at the Starbucks on Broad Street near West End Drive. Henrico police Lt. Doug Perry says detectives over the last month have been able to link him to three other similar incidents… one in January at the Pita Pit in Innsbrook, and two others in June in Short Pump. One of them was at the Barnes and Noble June 14th, and the next about two weeks later at the Starbucks at the Shoppes At Westgate.
Perry says they’ve had seven exposure incidents in total along West Broad since December. All the incidents had similar suspect descriptions. Perry says they’ve been able to accumulate the evidence to pin four of them on Scheu, and the other three are in the “inactive” file until evidence arises where they can connect Scheu to those.
Scheu, who lives on North Cleveland Street in Richmond’s Museum District, is charged with four counts of indecent exposure and four counts of public masturbation. He was caught in the July exposure incident when a Henrico police officer happened to be near the store and arrested him very shortly after.
Guided Masturbation Stories
alt.sex.stories, 1996
Excerpt from a dead man’s sexual diary, purchased at an estate sale–the late Bill W. Childhood Memories of Gert’s Stockings and Garters It is August, 1955. I am 12 and on vacation with my parents and another couple at a lake cottage in northern Wisconsin. I am in the only private place in the tiny cottage–the bathroom–jerking off with the door locked–or so I think.
My bloated young prick sticks rigidly out of my lap as I sit on the toilet, massaging my exquisitely sensitive foreskin, savoring the itchy, tingly feeling radiating through my balls. My ass twitches and squirms on the toilet seat as my newly discovered pastime causes muscles and nerves to twitch involuntarily in my crotch and legs. I stare at my hand in its vertical dance, wondering dazedly that I can give myself so much pleasure. The feeling is so good, yet at the same time somehow dirty and lewd, which makes it all the better.
My heart beats wildly in my young chest. Everyone has warned me against this ‘dirty’ pastime, but surely they can’t know how good it feels for me and me alone. I abandon moralizing, and relinquish myself to the throes of evil.
My balls are tingling mightily, and there is a swirling feeling in them as though my cum was boiling, ready to erupt like Vesuvius. I don’t want it to end, yet I can’t slow the steady increase of my hand strokes. The practical side of me tells me to slow down–to ease up and enjoy the feeling for a bit longer. But my raging glands cannot be denied.
What to do? I am gasping like a fish out of water, my pulse thundering in my temples. I spread my legs wide and slump farther down on the toilet seat, my chin resting on my chest, my gaze fixed on my bloated, quivering prick. A tremendous feeling of power sweeps over me. In everyday life, I am a skinny little kid who gets pushed around by my bigger friends and forbidden from doing almost everything by my parents. But here and now, I am the master–king of the world. I have a huge sensitive prick for my age that does whatever I bid it to do. For the moment, I need nothing else.
The thoughts prod me to the verge of orgasm. I look around hurriedly for something to catch my load. My mother’s nylons are draped over the side of the tub. I reach over and pick them up with my left hand while my right continues caressing my quivering cock. They are the stretch type and harsh to the touch. I drop them. I deserve something smoother. I see another pair draped on the tub. They must belong to Gert. She and her husband are good friends of my parents. I lean over and pick up the stockings. Oh! They are exquisitely soft and silky and almost slip from my hands like quicksilver. Oh, God! These are SO sexy, I’ve GOT to just see how they feel around my prick. They are coffee colored, with seams and dark tops and heels. I can smell her perfume in them! Just for a second–before I come–I’ll wrap them around my prick! I’ll take them away in time.
Trembling, I wrap the perfumed nylons around my bouncing dick, and the novelty of the feeling almost makes me lose everything right there. The sensation on my foreskin is like fine velvet. The mental stimulation–knowing that these were recently gartered up Gert’s shapely legs–is overwhelming. I beat my prick unmercifully through the gossamer wrapping. Only the dark purple head emerges from the wispy fabric, wet with my pre-emissions.
My whole being is centered between my legs. I’d sell my soul to the devil for just another minute of these exquisite sensations. My hips are twitching of their own volition, in time with my hand, as though trying to force me to a climax. I am shamelessly lost in lust, and begin groaning out loud, knowing that the adults are all at the tavern down the road, and not particularly caring who hears. I mumble deliriously about legs and tits and stockings and garters and pussy and keep picturing these stockings gartered tautly up Gert’s legs.
I lay my head back on the toilet tank and arch my hips upward, trying to eke out yet another iota of sensation before I lose my load. The silken wrapping is doing the trick for me. I yank viciously on my prick, forcing the orgasm up to a peak. My mind battles with my glands. I’ve got to take the nylons away, or they’ll be ruined, yet I can’t bring myself to do it. Just another couple of strokes and I’ll pull the nylons off. They come and go. Fuck the nylons, I decide, this is too good to stop. Thoughts race through my lust crazed mind. “I’ll clean them off! You can’t, you dumb shit! Maybe she won’t notice! They’ll dry fast! You’re crazy! Oh, God–she’ll tell my Mom when she finds them! Take them away–take them away before its too—-.”
Then it happens. “Oh Christ–Oh! Oh! I’m going–it’s going to c–it never felt this good.” The conflict makes it better. My hand is a blur. “Oh my God in heaven I’m going to come in her stockings!” The door opens! Gert is standing there, looking at me in surprise. She steps in quickly, closing the door quickly behind her. She’s an aristocratic looking woman about 45, with dark hair done up in an elegant twist and sparkling gray eyes. She has firm tits that bulge under her white silk blouse, and beautiful shapely legs, clad in suntan colored nylons with black seams, accented with black pencil thin high heels and a black pleated skirt that comes just below her knees. She is very proper and correct and wears stockings and heels almost all of the time, even when other women in the group are ‘dressed down’.
I look up at her dumbly, in the incipient stages of my crisis. The shock of seeing her has frozen it at its peak, and I know that if I don’t do something right away, it will waste away. I’m in trouble already, so what I’m about to do can’t get me in any deeper.
My hand doubles its speed in an effort to bring up my load before she can call my mom. Having her watching somehow makes it feel all the more perverse, and I look up at her, expecting a slap at any moment. As I begin to enter the last stage, and I feel the first drops leaking from my prostate, a lewd desire grips me. I reach for the hem of her skirt and jerk it up, revealing her legs, never missing a stroke. She slaps my hand away and tells me to behave myself. Then, shockingly, she reaches for her hem and holds it waist high allowing me to drink in the visual feast provided by her milky white thighs overflowing the fantastically stretched stocking tops held tautly in place by sturdy beige garter straps of her panty girdle.
I start to come from the visual stimulation of her legs and bulging hairy bush visible through the front of her transparent beige panties. She steps closer to me, hands on her hips holding up the front of her skirt. I’m in shock. She smiles down at me as she steps next to me, putting my nose just inches from her right stocking top.
My senses reel. I feel small and vulnerable, yet as I’m enveloped by her perfume and just a hint of her musky cunt, I stare in fascination at this personification of all of my boyhood fantasizes–girdle, stockings, garters and thinly veiled pussy!
She calls my name, and I look up at her quirky smile as she stands with her hands on her hips, and winks at me. “Go ahead,” she says gently, “I won’t tell your mom and dad. Finish. That’s not bad. All boys do that. My son did that all the time when he was your age and it didn’t hurt him.” My hand jerks mindlessly as I cross the line and pop my cork.
I groan in ecstasy, close my eyes and throw my head back as the sperm begins the one way trip from which there is no return. My hand is knocked away from my prick. My eyes fly open in time to see my wet dream wrap her red taloned fingers around my insanely convulsing prick, rubbing the nylon up and down with just the right amount of pressure, her thumb flicking the opening at the tip. I shoot again and again. My load spurts a foot into the air a drops back onto the nylons encasing my prick. I do what I usually do with my pinup magazine girls, only the stimulation is a hundredfold better–I look at her face–her tits–her legs–her garters–then back to her face, trying to drink in as much stimulation as I can with the hope of keeping the orgasm going forever!
She watches my prick intently, clinically, milking it with her talented hand, tugging just hard enough to stretch the cords and tendons between my legs to a pleasureable extreme and cause my ass to lift off the seat to force even more contact. I start coming all over again, spurred on the the emotionless way she’s manipulating me reproductive system. She points my spurting organ at her legs and a large glob of cum splatters just below the stocking top of her left nylon, and slimes down her shiny stockings in a ropy string. Her other hand grips my shoulder, both comforting and exciting me at the same time. “That’s a good boy,” she says, “shoot it all, don’t be shy, I know what you like. It’s not bad, no matter what your mother tells you.” I babble like an idiot as my ejaculatory convulsions lessen yet continue, each squirt giving me indescribable pleasure. She smiles at me with twinkling, hot eyes, and I almost pass out from the pleasure that causes between my legs.
Her hand is a mess of white goo. The nylons around my prick are soaked in sperm–ruined, I think in horror. My body goes limp, and I almost pass out. The after tingle is terrific and almost as strong as the orgasm. She carefully wipes off her stockings and hand with a wash cloth as she comments on the size of my load for a boy. Again, she smiles and winks at me as though we have a little secret–and now we do!
She tells me to save the nylons as a souvenir–and says they can be washed easily with soap. I’m still semi-hard and tingling. As she turns toward the door, she stops to check her seams. I boldly lift the back of her skirt for a rear view figuring I have nothing to lose. She stands patiently. Emboldened by her acquiescence, I left my hand roam over nylon and skin, then pull her panties aside and duck my head for a quick look at her pussy. I almost stick my nose up her ass and the sight and smell causes me to start jerking off again, my cock rock hard and tingling. She turns slightly and tries to push me away.
“Not now. I have to go back or they’ll miss me. We’ll do it again.” Crazed by lust I slip to the floor and bury my nose in her pussy from behind. “Oh, please, Gert–let me just do this for a minute. I’m almost there again.”
That’s a lie, but I whack my cock unmercifully figuring that if I can buy time by lying I’ll get off again quickly, and when she says “OK, but just for a minute. If you don’t come by then, I’ll have to go” I feel that evil tingle between my legs begin. It feels just like a wet dream–much better than when you’re awake and I come as though in a dream, inhaling deeply of her womanly, slightly gamy scent as my glands empty themselves for the third time in a couple of minutes, with a few weak squirts of watery sperm. After a moment, she pulls gently away and tells me there’s plenty of time for more of the same–and better. Then, as if to seal the promise, she turns around tipsily and leans over and gives me a deep tongue kiss and squeezes my cock gently with her red taloned hand. I can taste alcohol on her breath and it is strangely sexy. I quickly put my hand up her skirt for one more feel of her stocking tops and garters, but she straightens up, smiles and winks and leaves quickly.
In a few moments, I hear her talking to my parents and her husband outside the cabin about going out for the evening. She tells them that no, she hasn’t seen me, that I must be down at the lake with the other kids. I relax. She’s for real. I go back to jerking off, this time with fresh reality to bring me off instead of boyish fantasies. When I come again, this time I imagine that my cock is sliding between her stocking tops and the silky nylon and warmth of her skin make it feel heavenly. In my feverish imagination I decide that the next time she lets me do something, I will try to do that.
Unfortunately, that never happens. From that time on, she keeps up her flirty little winking whenever I see her and sometimes asks me if I’m “behaving” myself, but never allows me any more liberties. When I try she gently tells me to “behave”, although she continues to give me ample opportunities to look up her skirt “accidentally”, but never acknowledges our little secret moment again.
She remains the object of my jerkoff fantasies well into my late teens, even after I find a girlfriend who allows me to secretly recreate the scene over and over again, never suspecting that my fantasy actually happened. She even pretends like she’s older and talks to me in the same teasing, condescending manner that Gert did. I anoint many a pair of her stockings with my huge loads while she plays with herself and scolds me for being a nasty boy, but while it is good, it is never quite as intense as the real thing with Gert.
END
This a well written story about first time. Ends with coitus interruptus.
…I was in the barn, doing what boys do, and didn’t hear Cherie coming up the ladder until it was almost too late. I was lying down, and since I was wearing sweatpants, which had no flies, I’d pulled the elastic waistband down below my balls. I just had time to toss the magazine behind some old furniture and cardboard boxes, and to quickly hitch up my pants. What I couldn’t hide was the huge bulge. It looked like I had the Eiffel Tower under there. It was bone stiff, frozen in the act so to speak.
“What are you doing?” Cherie’s voice seemed loaded with suspicion it was something I would not have wanted anyone to see.
I could feel the skin of my face flushing warmly, but somehow it didn’t draw any blood away from my engorged sex organ.”Nothing.”
“What’s that?” she nodded at the tower pushing up my pants.“None of your business.” I pushed myself into a sitting position to try and hide it.
“Is that you?” she giggled.
“What else would it be?”
“Can I see?”
“No.” My reply was automatic. After all, she was my best pal.”
Why not?”
“No reason.”
“Then show me.”…
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There but for the grace of God go we …
Last night in Hong Kong, the police received a disturbing call from a man in trouble.
Xing, a 41 year-old man, was calling from LanTian park in the middle of the night. The lonely and disturbed man had apparently thought it would be fun to have sex with one of the steel sit-up benches around the park.
The bench has numerous small holes in it, which Xing used to attempt to satisfy himself. However, once he became aroused he found that he was stuck and could not get his penis out of the small hole.
He panicked and called the police to help him.
When police arrive they found Xian stuck face down where he had been stuck for some time.more at Man Almost Loses Penis Humping Steel Bench | Weird Asia News
from Dear Deidre: Teen says I’m addicted to masturbating | The Sun
MY best friend caught me masturbating. Now it’s got round the school and none of my friends are talking to me.
I’m a 14-year-old girl and hate the fact that all my friends have a boyfriend and most of them are sexually active.
They’re always going on about how they love them, and how they get presents and are taken out and get spoiled.
It makes me really jealous.
Everyone tells me there’s lots of time for boyfriends and I should concentrate on school work but I can’t.
One day I was surfing the internet and found a video that made me really horny.
I started masturbating and before long I was hooked.
I’d say good night to my mum and dad then spend hours masturbating in my room.
I’d be tired at school and everyone would ask if I was OK.
I was too embarrassed and ashamed ever to tell them
… more
Thanks to WankerParty
More masturbating in all the wrong places from Lonely Weenie: Sex in a Public Library
….But I have indeed masturbated in that same library, in the public area, between the book stacks, and quite a few other places. I’ve run naked through it many times, but it was while the library was closed, and I was the only employee there. I bet lots of other employees wacked themselves there too. In fact, there was a stairway to the roof top, which not too many employees knew about either, and I did some rubbing there too. much more at Lonely Weenie: Sex in a Public Library
first see Masturbation in the Workplace…I Challenge You To Admit It!
… Gosh, sometimes I wish I were a guy. It seems so easy to just take your cock out and stroke it, jack it off anywhere. There is something about thinking of a guy jacking off that makes me apeshit horny. So tell me, have you ever? If you have, leave a comment and tell me when and where. It just might send me to that point where I have to shut and lock my door. Ladies, you too. I know you have done it. Tell me about it and make me play with myself right now.
Then follow with I Challenged and They Admitted
Lonely Weenie: The Excitement of Being Vulnerable said
Often times while masturbating, I’ll have thoughts of walking outside totally naked, at night, with no other clothes to resort to in an emergency. I’ll walk a mile or more out, and then walk back, all the while watching for other cars or people coming by, and find somewhere to hide. Being unable to cover up makes me feel vulnerable, and that in turn excites me. I’ve done this sort of thing before, many times in fact, and found myself needing to masturbate right there, outside. more at Lonely Weenie: The Excitement of Being Vulnerable
This is incredibly exciting to me also. Especially the idea of leaving clothes behind. I’ve not done it outside, but I have a tamer experience in a men’s spa. I rent a small room and undress. Then I lock the clothes up in the room and wander around completely naked. Of course a lot of other guys are exposing as well, but most do so in the confines of their own little rooms with doors open, or else they walk around wrapped in a towel and only occasionally flash something. Only a few are totally naked and not even carrying a towel, like me. And I make a point of walking into areas where most are still partly or fully dressed. I am also lubed and masturbating openly as I walk around. But just being naked and vulnerable, no way to hide my nakedness, is excitement enough. It is such a deliciously electric experience. That is the best way I can describe the feeling: electric, a tingle throughout my body. I had the same feeling at a nude beach once. Of course others were nude as well, but still an electric excitement ran through me.
I don’t really know how people manage to join this mile high club with two people in there, the cramped bathroom on a plane seemed a bit awkward even with just me in there. But I persevered and managed to move with the minor turbulence to land all of my cum into the bowl. I felt great, I could land and see my extended family with a clear head. However, now to mask my activities and head back to my seat undetected. I made the usual sounds people make when they are in the toilet doing anything but using a toilet, the flushing (obvious need in this case) and the washing of the hands made very deliberate and audible.
