Furniture Fucking
Post by totaladdict » Sun Jan 19, 2025 12:32 am
JOMaster wrote: ?Sat Nov 25, 2023 10:23 am
Furniture FuckingA passing remark in a post from Wet Jane about humping a sofa arm summoned a series of memories from my youthful days of masturbation. The first masturbation technique that I remember is from when I was four or five: I would lie naked in my bedroom on top of my pillow, thrusting into the gap between pillow and bed. *
In time, I discovered that my hands were a perfect fit to my penis and the humping method fell by the wayside. At least, for a time…
I don’t recall why I thought of it, but when I was ten or eleven, I became preoccupied with masturbating by humping things—especially furniture. Though I would thrust my hard dick into anything handy—chairs, rugs, mattresses, beanbag chairs, throw pillows—the best were sofas. At that age, the seam between the seat cushions was at the perfect height for me to fuck it on my knees. So many times, when I had the house to myself (or everyone was asleep, late at night), I would be pumping my boner into those cushions until I climaxed [I didn’t ejaculate at that age, but I still experienced orgasm].
It wasn’t the sensation that made it so hot for me—my hands felt better—but it was the illicit thrill of doing something bold and maybe a little extreme (I can remember saying out loud, “I’m fucking the couch!” To turn myself on).
For a time, no couch was safe. I fucked the sofa at my grandparents’ house during a holiday trip; at a family friend’s when I was watching their kids one night (It’s possible one of the kids spied on me); and on at least two occasions I can recall, at friends’ houses during sleepovers. Overnight stays with friends were a great chance to expand my masturbatory horizons. Once everyone the house was safely asleep, I would slip out of my pajamas (even at that age, I had a nude-only masturbation rule) and roam the darkened house with my hard penis leading the way.
This was such hot stuff for a young exhibitionist: not just nude in someone else’s home, not just masturbating in their living room, but fucking their sofa! The chance of being found out was so exciting, and I remember getting close to orgasm and getting that feeling I think all exhibitionists have, when the thrill that one might get caught is supplanted buy a need to be caught, to be seen, to be witnessed as a shamelessly depraved masturbation maniac.
The phase passed, as my onanistic interests moved on to outdoor and public masturbation, and other such thrills. Once in a great while, I may still revisit the furniture as a source of self-pleasure. A few hotel suites have seen me have my way with the love seat, either fucking the gap between cushions or using that gap to hold a jack-off sleeve in place for a hands-free toy fuck.
My last sofa hump at home was when I was on holiday break from college. I was really horny, and it was difficult to wait for night, but in the wee hours I padded nude down to the living room and started thrusting into those cushions. My old, upholstered sex partner was as compliant as ever, and humping the sofa as I had done years ago had a nostalgic quality. When I was about to cum, I pulled out and lay on the couch and sprayed myself with my hot spunk, bucking my hips and suppressing my grunts of pleasure. My tension well-released, I fell asleep immediately. I awoke hours later with the sounds of my mother in the kitchen and a blanket laid over me. She had found me on the sofa, nude and semen-spattered, and covered me with the blanket!
*In fact, my earliest clear memory is of my mother walking in on me when I was having one of my pillow-humps. Here nonchalant reaction may have been very influential in my growing up a shameless masturbator.
I can relate to this in many ways. Even though my first brush with masturbation involved using my hands, the next time was pillow humping. In the porn magazine I found upon the first time, and after seeing all that horizontal fucking, I got the idea of humping something soft to simulate real sex. My bed pillow was a good choice. Once I was able to ejaculate, I went through pillows and pillow cases regularly. There wasn’t an inch that wasn’t stained on both sides of the cushion itself when they finally went away, while cases needed regular washing to keep the stains from building up. But they did build up so eventually they too need to become rags. I would sometimes use my parent’s bed when I was home alone, because it had two mattresses, and if I positioned two pillows together between them I could make a mattress pussy. It was a good height for me at the time, too, and seemed more like real fucking which was hot–plus the taboo of using my parents’ bed to masturbate and cum.
Early on, not once did it occur to me that my mother (who always did all the laundry) would be watching these stains form over time and knew exactly what was happening and why. Now the idea is hot, but at the time I may have been mortified. To some extent I was aware that I was leaving stains later on, so I started to keep my underwear on, but that wasn’t until I’d ruined many a pillow assembly.
After realizing why my pillows get so stained, I started to ejaculate into a single pair of underwear. It would be filled with scores of loads by the time I would change them, and the smell of cum on me was evident if conditions were right long after it had dried out. It turned me on to smell my own cum, and I didn’t figure anyone would be able to smell it and identify it out in public too easily, and if they did, what would they say. Probably was identified as the cum-culprit at some point, but today that doesn’t mortify it turns me on. Walking the hallways of school, smelling of cum–a smell other edgers, masturbators, and porn junkies would know instantly. A subtle way to covertly exhibit my activity back then. I would jerk off into my underwear at school at least two or three times a week during a bathroom break–sometimes with others in the stalls with me, which only made it better. Walking back to class and feeling the warming wetness of my cum made me want to cum again, knowing I smelled of fresh cum–evident to me easily.
Another spot was the family living room couch. The cushions were soft enough and deep enough that I could fuck them laying on top, cock pointed down. If I pressed hard, I could bottom out on the mesh fabric underneath and shoot my loads into the interior of the couch–hiding my loads. It was downstairs from my bedroom, and out in the open, so daytime fucking was usually out unless the family was away. At night I loved the thrill of carefully sneaking downstairs to fuck the couch instead of my pillow or hand-into-underwear. The idea of being spied on or caught thrilled me and turned me on a lot. At one point I discovered that leaving my PJs behind and going down totally naked and rock hard was a new level of thrill and risk. My heart was hammering the first time crept past my brother–hard, naked, and horny–into the hallway just across from our parent’s door; the stairway to my left to the downstairs living room, and to the right my sister’s room. Right before I was about to start making my way down the steps, I got a sudden urge to spin around facing the rest of my sleeping family and lewdly arched my pelvis forward–hard penis waging back and forth. I then jerked off as fast as I could and brought my self to an instant edge. The nearness and exposure was addicting. Once downstairs I could barely get in a few pumps before I blew–just too turned on. Once in bed, I jerked off again to the memory, this time into my underwear.
Another time, when I thought all of my family was out, I got naked and started fucking the couch while I paged through fashion magazines, tribal nudes in National Geographic, and the underwear/swimwear section of catalogues. Little did I know my grandmother, who was living in an addition attached by a foyer my father built for her, was still home. After cumming, I was a little bit cold (winter) so I wrapped myself in a blanket the same grandmother had knit me. Green, white, and black. I had the open jerk-off material under the blanket, and was just about to whip the blanket off and get in another session when she entered the room. I was rock hard and throbbing. I managed to keep the blanket on and while she was moving behind the could looking the other way I scooped up the material, held it tight to my body under the wrapped up blanket, and headed back upstairs before she could give me a customary hug. She would have busted me for sure then.
I also fucked the slats between a reclining lawn chair. There were many loads left on the lawn underneath during the warmer months. Being outside and being dirty turned me on. If home alone I would give the area a quick scan, get naked, already hard from the idea of being outside and masturbating, and quickly commit the sin of Onan and fertilize the earth. We lived remotely so I had no neighbour issues to be worried about, but there was a road that ran in view of the front and back yards. So the risk of getting caught was not zero and that added to the turn-on factor. If anyone was home, I’d do it covertly, cock through the fly in my pants and slats. I would move it where the grass was high enough that nobody could see my cock pumping. I’d pretend to read while my hips bucked, facing the house so I could see if anyone was at a window looking out. I am sure someone must have seen me at least once.
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