High School/College Masturbation Memories

High School/College Masturbation Memories

 
masturbators wrote:_
 
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I’d like to know when you did it, how often, naked or clothed, where
you did it, your techniques, and approximately when you went to high
school or college.
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1970’s.
 
Mostly in my bathroom at home. But also around the house when parents were out or asleep. I had my first couch-copulation (fucking between the cushions) after they had gone to bed. Also liked to jerk off in the back yard at night, with my penis sticking out of our chain link fence. 
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I was in high school from September 1979 through June 1983.  In those
years, the time of day during which I would masturbate would vary, but
it would be most often right before bed, upon waking up in the
morning, and after coming home from school.  I tried to be fully naked
as much as possible, and that was certainly true of my early weekday
morning sessions when I would often masturbate lying down in my large
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Favorite CFNM fantasy

a masturbator wrote:

1)  My number one CFNM fantasy is my wife inviting some of our

friends over for drinks… gals mostly, but a few guys are there
too.  I know most of our guests personally.  We are all sitting
around the living room when she suddenly announces to everyone that I
am her boytoy slave.  She orders me to strip naked for everyone and
puts me on naughty, naked display.  My wife then asks each of our
guests to give me humiliating “commands” that I must obey.  One woman
asks me to piss all over myself in front of them, she hold my dick
and directs the stream all over my naked chest and belly…including
my face.  Several guests want to grope, fondle and “inspect” me while
I’m in various states of arousal.  Everyone is laughing and making
fun of me.  The guys there are laughing and calling me a “sissy wimp
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A masturbator wrote: Giving Up Trying to Quit

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


 

It’s been a while for me, but today I remembered when I stopped trying to quit being a compulsive masturbator. It was so relieving admiting that I am a complete addict, and that I will likely never change. Before that I had always felt a little guilty – I was still binge masturbating (close to what I do now; around 6 hours on weekdays, 10 – 12 on weekends) – but I tried to maintain somewhat of a social life, and would often try to quit, usually just lasting a few days.

The moment of accepting who I am came after my last attempt at quitting. I hadn’t edged that whole work week (Monday through Friday), but as I came home on Friday I passed an adult video store. While I didn’t go in, just thinking about all the wonderful porn and perverts in there got me so hard, I went home and immediately started edging, furiously watching porn on the internet. I edged through the whole weekend, cancelling plans to see friends, totally captive to the BBWs and gangbangs I was watching online. At that moment I accepted who I was. There have only been a handful of days I haven’t edged at least 2 hours since then – and that was about 7 years ago.

Now I am a hermit masturbator, who doesn’t need to worry about my “friends” bothering me because they stopped calling a long time ago. I know I will never have a “normal” family life, or social life, but this is who I am. I am ashamed at what I have turned in to, but that just fuels me. All I want now is more humiliation porn, as I sit in my masturbation cave and edge my life away. I need this so badly….. Continue reading

My neighbor had a party

 a masturbator wrote:

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My neighbor had a party. He is divorced and lives on his own. This was
his annual summer party that is always a huge blast. This year he
invited a lot of out of town guests as well as the neighbors. The
party starts off with kids allowed but as it seeps into the evening
the kids are encouraged to leave.
There was a band playing this time and the lead singer was a very tall
and slim man. The type of man I know my wife is attracted to. Can you
guess where this is going?
Like all of you fellow cuckolds and wannabe’s I too have continually
fantasized about my wife surrendering her body to another man. I don’t
want her dating anyone I just want her to get loaded and feel horny
and give in to a strangers touch. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why
I want this. We all understand the feeling.

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Onania Masturbator Forum: 33 Years of Ejaculations

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:


It’s January 7th again, and 2012 marks the 33rd anniversary of my first ejaculation…which, of course, came via my own hand while looking at pornography. After all these years, it is still my favorite way to achieve orgasm.

While I might not post here as much anymore about masturbation and seem to spend more time on computer and Internet advice to help protect otherwise distracted porn surfers — plus the fact that I have a much more “happy” outlook on my jacking habits than is the overall trend here of late — have no doubt…I am just as addicted to stroking and making myself explode with a glorious cum as I ever have been. ….


For more like this, join the Onania Masturbator Forum,  a supportive, affirming community of people living with chronic addiction to masturbation. The focus is on our lives as addicted masturbators, and the pleasures / conflicts / impacts related to our compelling habit.

A sissy goes to an adult theater

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

I would get there exactly at 10am when it opened. At that hour, the place was packed with dirty old men; many of them were fat pigs. These men were the dirtiest hardcore perverts you could imagine. When entering, it took about 5 minutes for my eyes to adapt to the darkness. During this time, I would stand submissively with my hands behind my back at the entrance. One by one, the creeps would surround me. They would start by feeling me up while one of them began removing my clothing, when I was completely naked except for my shoes. The three hundred and fifty pound fat pig that just stripped me said. “You won’t need these in here.” “Maybe I’ll give them back to you later, maybe I won’t?” He was laughing at me when he said that.

 

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Onania Masturbator Forum: Adventures in Furniture Fucking

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

I have a new friend in the house and lately during the day I have given in to my new friend’s seduction and gone for quicky masturbation fucks with her instead of my BBC (Big Beautiful Couch) fucking. Last year when traveling we had a room with a chair by the desk that in my regular motel furniture-fucking habit I learned to love. It’s a simple folding chair that I Googled and found comes from Ikea.

 

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Onania Masturbator Forum: I love masturbation!

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

I love masturbation so much it’s hard to imagine why everyone doesn’t masturbate daily–as I do. Why is it, I wonder as I stroke myself off, that everyone in the world doesn’t have their hands in their pants right now?

 

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Onania Masturbator Forum: Developing addiction

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

Why I’m in the deep end on this and why this really is becoming a problem is that I no more have “natural limits”: both me and my wife know that if and when this causes problems I enjoy even then because of the kicks that the humiliation gives. For example, now when I’m at home masturbating when I really should be in the office, she mocks me of my stupidity and how weak I am, which just makes my cock harder and causes me masturbate more for several hours.

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Onania Masturbator Forum: Getting off on a Greyhound Trip

In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:

At first, I just unbuttoned my jeans and reached inside, but there wasn’t room to really get anything going, so I finally pushed my pants and underwear down over my hips to my knees. The seat against my partial nakedness felt especially wanton as I pumped myself. Before I could climax, the bus slowed to a stop and the driver put the lights on; I yanked my pants back up as more people boarded. No one sat near me and so once the lights went out again I resumed where I had left off. Again the bus stopped and I had to pull up my pants as people boarded of left the bus. The next time the bus stopped I was too built up into my masturbatory frenzy and I kept stroking, bareass in the back of the bus. 

 

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