by JOMaster » Thu Nov 23, 2023 12:09 pm
I was an absurdly horny teenager, and looking back, I think I hit peak penile preoccupation at around age fourteen. One consequence was that I had occasion to relieve my pent-up need to get off by masturbating at school. The obvious place to indulge in a covert wank was the boys’ restroom, but in the intervals between classes they were crowded and noisy. But during class was another matter…on occasion I would ask for permission to use the restroom during class (usually English, since it was one of my better subjects and I could afford to miss a bit in favor of masturbation). These episodes were usually more functional than erotic: a trip to a quiet stall and a frenzied stroke-off to drain my overactive balls and restore sanity to my jackaholic mind.
I do remember one time I actually climaxed in a classroom—during health class. We were in the sex education unit, and that day it included an audio recording accompanied by a slide show.
I don’t know why I was so worked up that day. Perhaps I had missed my morning masturbation ritual, or it was just one of those days. But as I sat at my desk in that darkened classroom, I developed a throbbing erection that bulged against my Levi’s. Mostly it was my usual hormonal need to masturbate, but the slide show about puberty and the changes our bodies were going through added to the stimulation.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and felt the fabric my cock strained against rubbed the frenulum of my hard cock ever so slightly. An electric jolt of pleasure shot through my body. I moved again, and found I could move my hips ever so slightly and essentially stroke my hard penis with my pants. I looked around at the class—no one seemed to notice me and my furtive masturbation in class.
The slide show narrator went on about growing breasts, pubic hair, erect penises, and so on as I rocked gently in my brand new masturbation technique. My underwear became damp as precum leaked from my aching dick and I rocked into the feeling. Then the slide show turned to wet dreams and masturbation, and it rapidly became too much.
Here I was, rock-hard, face flushed and penis leaking, masturbating in class while the class topic was masturbation! What synergy! What a perfect masturbatory moment! I don’t recall if I had intended to cum in that classroom, but now there was no turning back. I shifted in my seat and my prior hip rocking changed to less surreptitious thrusting. One, two three sharp pumps and I came: sweat beading on my face, groin spasming, hands gripping the desktop.
My ejaculations at that age were not all that substantial—the porn-star-level cum fountains were a year or two in the future—but it felt as if there was a gallon of spunk flooding my pants. As clarity returned, I looked around to see if I had been caught. There were a couple of cute girls I would have been glad to have watching me cum, but I seemed to have gotten away with it. After a few moments I smelled the familiar aroma of boy-jizz, but if anyone else noticed, they gave no sign.
It was uncomfortable going through the rest of the day in cummy pants, but it was also hot to go around with evidence of my extreme masturbation hiding in plain sight.
by hairybi » Thu Nov 23, 2023 3:41 pm
This actually happened to me as well a few times when in junior high class and once in high school. Like JOMaster, I would normally masturbate in the boy’s room, when my cock was so incredibly needy, standing in front of the toilet with rapid fisting. My frenulum was very sensitive as well, and if I had an erection while in class for who knows why, the rubbing against the fabric of my briefs and pants could elicit an orgasm. Levis were great to hide the stain.
In high school, I was wearing very thin pants, and after accidentally cumming at my desk, a wet spot gradually spread along my crotch. I was mortified when I looked down. When the bell rang, I grabbed my book, and held it in front as I walked out. It seemed like it took forever to dry. I decided that was it, and never did it in a classroom again.
by Tieguy » Sat Feb 03, 2024 3:46 am
I remember back in school when I would get intense erections in my slacks during class and the only thing to do was to play pocket pool, while hoping none of the other men caught you. I would have to be really careful on days when I wore light colored slacks because more than once, I prematurely ejaculated in my slacks, ruining my expensive slacks, being left disappointed that I could not spill my seed later that night onto a jack-off magazine, proving my manhood.
More than once, i would have to put a book in front of my crotch to hide my erection if I was not wearing a sports coat. I can also remember hurrying to the men’s room to jack-off and watch my manly load of sperm slide down the stall wall.
by Throbbertugger » Tue May 21, 2024 6:47 am
Back in the mid-70s my new O Level English teacher bucked the trend of wearing those awful maxi dresses and started coming to school in really short skirts. My favorite was a red tartan mini-dress worn with tan coloured tights that made me feel quite sick with lust.
She was in her early twenties and had the habit of teaching by sitting cross legged on top of her desk giving fantastic views of her thighs up to panty level. From where I sat two rows back I could hear the swish of her nylons as she moved around which I found extremely arousing. By that time I was a compulsive masturbator without access to any erotic material and as such, I just couldn’t resist shooting my spunk to this awesome free live show even though the thought of getting caught was really scary.
Before her lessons, I would visit the toilet, pull my pants to one side and encase my cock in a thin plastic bag which I then pushed down my trouser leg so that as I became erect I could easily rub and squeeze my cock head hidden behind a textbook or file.The first time I tried this it worked perfectly. After 10 minutes of this lovely leg crossing display, I thought I saw a flash of white panties and just had to bring myself to a glorious and explosive orgasm. The fact I was surrounded by budding female classmates just added to the excitement.
With hindsight, she must have known that the boy sitting 10 feet away, bright red faced and staring fixedly at her lovely thighs,must have been emptying his balls lusting after her. Nothing was ever said and she continued to wear the mini outfits over the two year course so it became a regular event in my life. I like to think that she either got a kick out of it or was just being kind to frustrated boys with blue balls. I still blame her for my Grade C.
by Tilacandbutterfly » Wed May 22, 2024 8:35 am
I passed French with “oral proficiency”. The school had a visiting French teacher. When we attended her lessons there was a rush for the desks at the back of her classroom where her pupils used to masturbate throughout most of the 45 minutes of her lectures.
Source: (103) Masturbating in Class – Onania Masturbator Forum