Celebrity Masturbators: List of People Caught Masturbating in Public

From celebrity masturbators caught red-handed pleasuring themselves in public places like Fred Willard and Paul “Pee Wee Herman” Rubens to a woman caught using a sex toy and watching porn while driving, to a man caught pleasuring himself on a park bench with his shirt off using an armless mannequin, here are the most shameless people ever caught masturbating in public. Enjoy (in private)!

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I Meet Toni’s Mom

I start to strip. It’s a strange sensation, a strange scene. Toni’s standing there, her mom is sitting in her draftsman’s chair, relaxed as can be, watching me disrobe without the least look of embarrassment. She’s not excited, she’s not tense. Guys are meat to be naked for us, I think she’s thinking. So I get on with it. Toni watches. She looks at her mom every now and then and then smiles at me. She’s proud of me. She can tell something. She’s recruited a good one.

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The Foot Massage

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. Continue reading

Betty Dodson

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Betty Dodson

A boy discovers Betty Dodson and is discovered in flagrante by his mother’s friend. From the net, circa 1995

My mother’s friend Peggy lived in a house near town with her two young sons, both of whom were still too small to do many chores around the place. It followed that I would be offered up from time to time by my mother to complete various tasks around her friend’s home.  One such Sunday when I was about fourteen or fifteen, I worked on the upstairs landing of Peggy’s house, painting the door frames with white acrylic latex. It was rather boring work, and my eyes frequently lit upon the spines of the books arrayed on the many shelves opposite the railing.  Besides the inevetable [and eye-catching] blue-and-white “Catch-22,” there were assorted novels, old college textbooks, and other such. One book–really looking more like a pamphlet, with a stapled spine and no title showing–caught my eye after a time, and eventually I wandered over to pull it out and read the title, more out of a need for closure than curiousity. Continue reading

Little Pee Pee

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Little Pee Pee

This occurred last weekend, as my lady friend had gone to Austin for a seminar which was to go on all weekend. I decided to drive up Saturday and join her. She left instructions a the hotel front desk to give me a key upon arrival. When I got up stairs she was in bathroom, naked, as she was preparing for a lunch meeting. I immediately removed my clothes and came to the bathroom door and stood there looking at her. Those big nice tits just moving so, as she applied makeup, me slowly stroking my very hard cock. I moved in behind her as gently probed her ass with my member. She playfully swatted my cock away , saying I do not have time for that now, go ! Let me get ready.  Continue reading

Podcasturbation #07-0310: Stopping you-know-what

Podcasturbation #07-0310: Stopping you-know-what

“It’s easy to stop masturbating — I’ve stopped hundreds of times!” Sound familiar? My attempts at stopping (or even reducing) the masturbation habit have all met with failure. Moreover, in the process, the very act of stopping has become eroticized, so much so that I can not resist masturbating whenever I think about stopping. I lose before I even get to first base. But then, it’s not whether you win or lose that counts, but how you play the game. 

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The Retreat

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The Retreat

by Estragon, circa 1995. A camp in which girls learn to rule and boys learn to like it.

After a year or two, the women introduced a slight refinement to the practice of having boys naked all the time. Boys in puberty were made to wear a simple black strap-and-belt, a little like an elastic posing-strap, except that the somewhat thickened lower end fitted under, not over, the scrotum, lifting it and pushing the testicles forward. The belt circled the stomach just below the rib-cage and the support-band descended from its back, coming down over our haunches. The straps were as slender as those of a woman’s bra. When we left the retreat on outings we had to dress, of course. We would wear this black truss under our clothes – very loose shorts and a white t-shirt were mandatory – and its outline was visible beneath our shirt. I can testify that a boy got from this contraption a strong impression of being in a state of constant offering.

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Sexual Power for Women

Sexual Power for Women  by Georgeann Cross is well written and fascinating essays on women’s sexual power over males, especially through masturbatory control of the penis. The hosting website is http://francescaspizza.com/ Here is a sample:

The first time Francesca let go of Roy’s cock as he started to come, she teased him about the show he was going to give her. “What I get to see!” It was a good tease, but it would have been even better if it had come a few seconds earlier.  The way it actually went, she started speaking as Roy’s muscles relaxed in preparation for the first spurt.  She waited that long because she wasn’t sure she could recognize the onset of ejaculatory inevitability and because she didn’t yet understand how much more intense Roy’s experience would be if she spoke sooner. By removing her hand and saying the same thing just as his cock reached maximum stiffness, she would have catapulted him suddenly into a trip very much like Patrick’s.  Faced with the prospect of having to ejaculate with nothing holding his cock, he would have made a desperate attempt to regain control.  It would have been impossible, and he would have had several very long seconds in which to experience the conflict between his egoistic compulsion to save himself from embarrassment and his physical need to ejaculate.  During that time, he would have been acutely aware that his cock was sticking up, not just in a normal state of erection but obscenely, and that if he relaxed the muscles that held it that way, even for a moment, they’d immediately contract again and his cock would bounce back up and spurt.  Not only that, but he would have felt Francesca in there with him the whole time, fully aware of what he was going through and intending every bit of it.

Sexual Power for Women, Chapter 11