Chronic Masturbation Stories
A boy caught humping the couch by his mom I’ve been masturbating for as long as I can remember. We used to have a TV and a couch in my basement, and as a small child I can remember how much I liked being alone down there at night. I used to turn the lights off and watch TV. There were things I saw on TV that stimulated me – I don’t remember exactly what, because its too difficult to put myself back into the mindset of a child of 5 or 6. But when I did get stimulated, what I used to do was push the couch away slightly from the wall, climb up on the ridge, and hump the couch while I continued to watch TV. There was this delicious feeling I used to get from rubbing against the couch – because the rubbing and humping made my peter dance around in my PJs. The feeling would build like a wave, radiating outwards from my crotch until it threw this electric shock all theough my body. While I was doing this, I was conscious of the footsteps upstairs. I knew what I was doing was dirty, and I knew that no one should know that I did this. Sometimes I would be up there on the ridge of the couch, and I would hear my mother’s heels approach the basement door. It was like a race – if I wasn’t far enough into it, I could force myself to stop, climb down from the couch and push it back against the wall. But one time she approached the door at exactly the worst moment-just as that wave started. So I couldn’t stop. My head knew something bad would happen, but my body couldn’t stop what it was doing because that electric feeling was starying to build. I heard her heels on the stairs while I was still humping madly. And when I opened my eyes, she was standing at the bottom of the stairs, shocked at what she saw – her little boy humping a couch. Like a dog. “What are you DOING!” She seemed almost frightened. Shocked at the realization that there was a rabid little animal into what she thought was her sweet little boy. Me – I was red with shame. I didn’t answer her. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t have explained it, because I didn’t understand what I was doing. We never spoke of this. But I didn’t stop. I still watched TV at night in the dark. I still climbed up on the couch at least once a night. Only now when she needed to come downstairs for something, she always approached the door slowly. Very slowly.
I used to hump on my best friend too, both in briefs or naked, rubbing boner beside boner till we’d mix hot cum. Nothing felt so good as to rub against his smooth skin, we’d do it right after school to prevent being caught. We also watched our bodies in the closet door mirrors as we got all perverted and masturbated on each other till orgasm. We humped furniture, beds, pillows, floors, posts and even each other standing in public toilets till we’d have an orgasm. Because my parents viewed masturbation as normal we tried it more often. We saw two grown men rubbing cock to cock at a nude beach, we simply humped each other the same way till orgasm. We liked how they moaned and grunted as they shot cum and knew how good it felt for them. It started with the butt seam on underwear for us, one would sit legs up and spread while the other rubbed his boner against the floor to orgasm. I loved how that seam curved his cute skinny ass and would have really strong dry orgasms from it. He loved it too and would feel my seam as he neared orgasm. We were not gay, just enjoying the sexual feelings we’d get with each other. I would do it all over again if I were 12 again. I hope the two boys have fun, and enjoy the feelings they get.
I used to rub my little boner on the floor to get those feelings, most often in my room. then i started rubbing against the mattress and had feelings many times in the night. If I woke up with a boner I’d lay on my stomach and rub it against my mattress thinking of other boys rubbing against their mattress. I was caught, but my mom said it was normal to keep doing it in my room. Every morning, after school and night I’d rub my boner against my mattress, then my pillow. I kept rubbing like this even after shooting cum. Then I’d smell it and lick it with no shame of masturbating. I also found some panties my mom was throwing away. I’d wear them and rub on the pillow or mattress, sometimes with my best friend too. He liked seeing me rub on my mattress or pillow and would do it right beside me till we both came. I also peeked on my sister as she would rub against her pillow through her white panties, I would hump the floor staring at the butt seam on her panties in total bliss. I still rub myself off on my bed, pillow or floor.
That was excellent.