a masturbator said:
I am a chronic masturbator. There I said it. Unfortunately it’snot like at AA (not to imply I go to AA). Admitting it doesn’t really help much. Knowing you’re a chronic wanker, seems to, at least for me,
make you want to wank even more. I have many stories of getting caught but here is one of my most memorable. It was unfortunately many years ago when I was just a teen. I developed a reputation in my school as a chronic masturbator. My neighbor had caught me and she decided to tell her friends who told
their friends who … well you get the picture. It wasn’t long before my secret was out, dashing any hopes of me
ever having a girlfriend. I did not lose my virginity in my teen years. Anyway, being in this predicament was fuel to my masturbation. Feeling inadequate and like a little boy around girls just sent me off to the
nearest hiding spot to do what I do best. Play with myself.
I used to stand on a chair in my bedroom so that 2 of the girls across
the street could see me playing with myself. They would look up and
see me and laugh. They were younger than me so I didn’t ever
interact
with them. I would not last long knowing they could see me, so my
little show would not last long either. I knew they saw me because
they would make a jerking motion with their hands while looking up at
me. This sent me off almost immediately.
A few years later, one of these girls turned into a real knockout in
high school. She had huge breasts and a great body. I became very shy
and quiet around her hoping maybe she forgot about the show I used to
put on. Well one day I went out to the woods where my friends and I
had constructed a fort. It was a pretty cool fort made from wood that
we grabbed when a Howard Johnson’s was demolished nearby. It was
on
the ground and had walls a roof and a door. As I approach the fort I
heard girl’s voices inside. Sure enough it was Kristen. The hot
one
that witnessed my little masturbation shows. She was in my fort with 2
other girl friends.
I was not an intimidating person and when I walked in, the girls
didn’t even seem remotely worried that they were trespassing. I
told
them this was my fort and that they should leave. Kristen said, “I
remember the shows you used to give me and Karen”. I looked at the
other girls and back to Kristen with pleading eyes. I said I had no
idea what she was talking about.
“How come you don’t have a girl friend? Huh?” Kristen
asked with a
condescending tone.
“I dunno” I answered and kind of hung my head.
“Too busy playing with yourself?” She said.
Oh my God. I couldn’t believe she just said that. I turned 8
shades of
red. The 2 girls with her started to giggle.
“Yeah right” I responded trying to act like nothing was wrong.
“Come on you can admit it. It’s not like we all don’t
already know all
about you peeping at Lynne and playing with yourself” (this was
the
neighbor I mentioned earlier).
I suspected people knew but this was actually the first proof I had.
My worst fears were coming true. You gotta understand, as a teenager,
realizing that all the girls know that you got caught masturbating
while peeking at a girl is basically the end of you.
No words came out of my mouth. I just looked at the ground. I started
to realize that I was feeling horny. Here I was in the middle of the
woods with 3 cute girls being accused of playing with myself. No not
accused but being told that they KNEW I was a masturbator. I started
to feel really small, like I was a little boy. A bad little boy.
“Were you coming out here to jerk off and look at your girlie
magazines?” Kristen asked while pointing at a pile of Penthouses
we
had stashed in the corner.
The sad thing was, that is exactly what I was going to do! I began to
realize how pathetic I was. I would never get a girl friend. I was
destined to play with myself for the rest of my life. I was a wanker.
“I dunno,” I stupidly answered.
“Ha!” Kristen laughed. “So you admit it! You were going
to play with
yourself!” They all started to laugh and look at me. I was turning
redder by the second. I could feel myself getting excited. God what a
loser I am!
“You know you’re just a little boy! No girl is ever going to
go out
with you if you can’t stop playing with yourself” Kristen
said as the
other girls just looked at me with grins on the faces.
“I bet you want to play with yourself right now? Don’t
you?” She chided.
“Stop it” I meekly said as I felt myself getting harder and
harder. I
thought that maybe I should just pull down my shorts and do just that.
Make a complete spectacle of myself. They all know now anyway, why
not just give in.
“Poor little baby. Does he want to play with his little dinky?
Huh?”
She teased. “Go on! We know you want to. Show us what a loser you
are.
Jerk that little dick of yours. Its all you’re good for!”
Kristen had a huge smug smile and looked right at me. Her hands where
on her hips and her breasts were pushing out her tank top. The other
girls had on little shorts and tank tops too. I looked over at them
and realized how pretty they looked. I felt helpless. The urge to jerk
off was so powerful. It would be so easy to give in to it. Let them
see you. Who cares? I’m just a jerk off anyway. Show them.
I felt so tiny looking at her. The whole room seemed to shrink and
Kristen towered over me. I slowly sank to the floor and reached into
my shorts.
“Oh my God! He’s really going to do it!” one of the girls
said.
“No way. I can’t believe it. What a total loser”
I pushed out some pee to help lubricate my hand. It was too much and I
wet my shorts a little in the process. My hand started stroking and
squishing. The only sound was the squishing of my hand up and down my
cock.
I sat totally on the ground and spread my knees far apart and started
really going to town. I know longer cared about anything. I was
totally exposed now. A true masturbator and now the whole world knew.
It felt sooo good. My balls started to fill full as I reached in with
my other hand and held on to them. The girls just stood there with
their mouths open as I made a complete fool of myself.
“Come on” Kristen said as the three of them headed for the
door.
“Have fun playing with youself!” and off they went. The sperm
started
flying out of my cock all over my hand and shorts. It was the biggest
load I’ve ever shot as I listened to the fading laughter of the 3
girls walking out of the woods.
Amen! The recognition on a girl’s face when she know’s you are a helpless wanker is the greatest aphrodisiac!