Mutual handjobs in the parking lot Public sex « Exposing the cherry 

…I was still so turned on that I couldn’t just accept my prize and be on my way, so I reached for the zipper on his slacks and pulled his thick cock out. Of all the cocks I have seen, I think his has to be my favorite and I rarely passed up an opportunity to take it into my hands or my cunt. I reached between my legs and lubed my hands and grasped his cock, working it up and down. He had a special way he liked me to handle his cock and I took no time doing so. My fingers glided easily over the head of his cock and soon he shot a huge load which landed on my sweater, the dash, and my face. He handed me a towel to wipe up with as he cranked the truck and drove me home.

Chronic Masturbation Stories

The Foot Massage

Some chronic  masturbators think a foot is as much fun as a hand

It was only five years ago that I graduated from college leaving behind many memories of one my closest friends I have ever had. It was a tortured relationship for me because I was completely obsessed with her and wanted her as a lover more than a friend. She however had no such romantic feelings towards me even though we always together. We were both art majors so we worked out our schedules to where we always took our classes together. After class we would always be running around doing something together whether it was going out to eat, the movies, or just hanging out at my apartment or her parent’s house. More…

Wanklogger has a disposal problem

… So, I was slogging through my paper, disgruntled that my usual post - exam plans would be shot. It was at that point that my dick had other plans. As I rounded out the 7th page, my mind wandered to the riskier times of my wanking life. Now, I used to be able to sit in a chair in one position for a long time with no problems. I have found as my weight has plummeted, that I am increasingly more fidgety, wanting to move around and do something. I felt this was a good precedent to set in the exam hall, because the level of suspicion would be higher if a non-fidgeter started fidgeting, over a fidgeter fidgeting.

I started to slowly, awkwardly and without detection rub my dick through my jeans. The foreskin had worked itself back a little and had exposed the sensitive part to my underpants. To capitalize on this, I moved my legs a bit to force movement of either my underpants or my penis. This proved to be quite effective, I was getting very nicely aroused when it dawned on me. Where was the jizz going to go? find out at Wank Log: My Exam

from Wank Log: New Underpants 

… I walked past the other people, turned onto the berm and ran across that, then around the corner, then up the hill…. I notice that I have an erection, it’s a common occurrence and I generally ignore it as I try to catch my breath. By that time, it has disappeared. But not this day. As I walk onwards, my breath returns and I note that there is some degree of arousal, something that is not common in this situation.

I ignore it, because it isn’t really the place. Well, I try to ignore, but it is getting increasingly difficult. In the shadows I go for a quick grope to see if I can see why this is happening. Some part of my cock was in direct contact with my underpants - the new ones with the rather pronounced seam. Again, this isn’t the place to readjust, so I wander on and hope mass humiliation will not result.

I pick up the pace a little - I’m getting hungry and now the arousal is quite pronounced and seems to be having an active effect. It’s going from a passive throb in the background to how it would feel if I had stuck a hand down there.

A bit more walking and I feel a little twang. This little twang is the point of no return. I read the clinical term for it once, but I can’t remember it. I haven’t ever reached orgasm this way, surely not now?

Yep, now.

I could feel the contractions and jerking motion of my dick as gobs of jizz were deposited in my underpants. What an advertisement for the underpants company though, I had cracked open the packet maybe 2 hours prior. Orgasm on the first wear! I continued my walk home feeling very awkward. … more at Wank Log: New Underpants

from Wank Log: Public Masturbation 

… So I ventured out side. First the back garden. Which is still a fairly good place to head out to. It is quiet, calm and during school semesters, very, very private. It is quite a different feeling lying on the grass masturbating, the feeling of sun on your body. Also the clean up is real, real easy. If you roll over, or stand up just before orgasm, you can blow a load over pretty much anything and just walk away. …

I have masturbated in a flood-control preserve inside a major city. I rode my mountain bike there, then noticing that there was complete privacy, I got the urge to pull down my bike shorts and  masturbate then and there. I could hardly get erect, being so nervous, but the nervous energy of the fear made the orgasm particularly intense.

… In February, I thought to myself, I have always pulled my pants down and ejaculated “in the open” on these little car park jaunts. I thought, how would it be if I didn’t bother with anything to clean up and just went in my underpants? Sure it isn’t the most erotic, dangerous or anything really, but I figured it was worth a try. When I was younger and my cum didn’t stain, or didn’t have as much color to it, I would do it every now and then because it was quick and undetectable. But after I started producing more volume and thicker loads, I had the ever present staining problem.
So, same deal I drove over to the park, and just started masturbating through the material. It is surprisingly stimulating having all that excess material rubbing over your cock. As you would have guessed, I came. And also as you would guess it was sticky, dribbly and warm. But hell those underpants were due for retirement, why not give them one last task.

Masturbating in clothes and cumming in your pants is really hot. If you are careful you can do it in almost-public settings, because if you are about to be seen you just stop and you look completely innocent. But then there is that moment when you start to cum and you know that no matter who catches you, you won’t be able to stop. The fear of being caught helplessly orgasming adds to the intensity. Then there is the deliciously degenerate feeling of going home wet and sticky.

Recently I was traveling, and my 2nd story hotel bathroom had a head-height window that overlooked a public square. I could stand in the shower and look out the window at people strolling in the square. I felt so great standing completely naked on my side, masturbating, and watching women of all ages walking about. If they only knew what I was doing, and thinking about them!

PS there are lots of “in public” comments on the post at Wank Log: Public Masturbation

A story from the Net

Thanks to all readers of the first four installments, especially those of you who responded with compliments, questions, and best of all, stories of your own. As I read your messages of appreciation and descriptions of similar experience, I let my imagination carry me back to the wonder and newness of early adolescence, re-experiencing the shocked and secret thrill I felt at that age whenever I got the slightest hint that I might not be the only boy with these secret sexy feelings.

In this fifth installment, I’ll answer one of the interesting questions asked by readers, and go into some more detail about how I went from being a shy, curious sixth grader to a junior high solo-sex virtuoso, and how, in the school yearbook of my dreams, I might have been listed as:

I was a very horny 12 year old. The summer after 6th grade, my mom and I went on vacation for a week in July. We stayed at a Holiday Inn near the beach. When we got there it was really busy with people checking in so I went to wait on a couch in the lobby while my mom stood in line. It took about half an hour to get our keys, during which time I had my first orgasm in a public place, one of many I would have at that hotel!

I was wearing a t-shirt and a new pair of running shorts. The shorts were red, fairly tight fitting and made of silky nylon material with an equally silky lining that gave me an erection every time I wore them. The feel reminded me of my first pair of speedos, which I had gotten about a month before.

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Wank Log: Used Clothing 

I did something that is not particularly erotic, nor risqué: I unloaded in a sock. I had noticed a pair of socks had developed a hole. Out of laziness I chucked them near the bin and there they sat for a while.
I lay on my bed, stroking away, close to the moment when I remembered the sock. I hopped up, grabbed it and lay back down.
Stroke, stroke, stroke and sure enough my muscles tensed up and gooey liquid filled the end of the sock. Some seeped through the material and the dark moist patch slowly expanded. I felt some slide down the back of my cock, which was caught partway down.