In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:
I know for a fact that people can tell the difference between a player, a relationship man, and a Peter Beater. I have been mostly a Peter Beater, but I thought private matters where supposedly obscured but I think somehow people can tell by the way we carry ourselves. Can I get some feed back on this? ….
Ohhh…i loved that little video. That could have easily been me being caught on video like that – i’ve masturbated through my pants more than once in a store, though never in an adult store before (i was always too paranoid that the clerks would be on high alert for such behavior).
As i watched the video of that naughty, shameful masturbator firmly and quickly stroking his obvious hard-on and creaming his pants, i imagined what might have happened if he’d been caught.
Stroke, stroke, strokestrokestroke…letting go, trying to edge, but ohh, nooo…bending at the waist, pressing his thighs together and trying desperately not to cum, realizing he went too far and sent his throbbing cock past the point of no return…feeling the sweet pressure rising, the pleasure intensifying, the glossy picture of the lewdly-posing woman in the porn magazine he’s holding seeming to encourage him to let go and cum for her…
But then, as he feels the first spurts of ejaculating semen staining the front of his pants with their hot goo, he hears the clicking of boot-heels on the tile floor coming around the corner. The store clerk – a Goth girl with black dyed hair up in pigtails and bangs walks around the corner. She has a studded black collar around her neck, and wears a dark red crop-top tank over a skintight black mesh long-sleeved shirt; a teasingly short plaid skirt with a studded belt, black fishnets with holes torn in them, and chunky black Doc Martens boots. She stops dead in her tracks, looking at him as he bends slightly at the waist, unable to stop the orgasms from spurting into his pants, and she glances down at the spreading stains that give away his perversion. She crosses her arms and sneers at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You think you can just walk into an adult bookshop and jack off into your pants?”
As he stands there, unable to stop the last few squirts of his cum from leaking out of his penis in front of the Goth girl, she frowns at him. “What were you gonna do, put that boobs-and-butt magazine back on the shelf and leave without paying for it? I bet you were, you pathetic wanker-pants fuck. You know we have cameras all over the store, don’t you?” She points up behind him at the surveillance camera mounted in the ceiling corner; he’d never looked up from the shelves before to notice it. His face grew hot red as he felt his own cum dribbling down his inner thigh, inside his pants.
The Goth girl grinned wickedly. “You know, there are laws against jerking off in public. I could take that footage and give it to the cops. You wanna have to go pay a fine for being a masturbator? Wanna go to jail for jerking off? That’ll be hard to explain, don’t you think?”
As the poor, mortified masturbator stammered and begged and pleaded for her not to expose him, the Goth girl continued to grin, rocking back and forth on her booted heel. “Okay, jerk-off. Tell you what. I’ll let it go – this time – but you’ve gotta buy that magazine you were wanking to.” She reached down and plucked the magazine from the shelf, holding it up to examine it for a moment. “Boobs N’ Butts,” she read from the cover, “Fuckin’ A, those are some thick girls. You like ’em a li’l chunky, don’t you, jerk-off? You ever fuck a girl like this in real life?”
The humiliation of having to admit he’d never had the pleasure of being fucked by such a woman was almost as bad as being caught masturbating. The Goth girl nodded knowingly.
“Uh-huh. Figures you’re too much of a faggot to even get it into a girl. Why else would you be whacking it to a magazine in a sex store, right? All right, come on.” She shoved the magazine into his trembling hands and walked up toward the register. He meekly followed her, and though his shame was intense, he couldn’t keep his eyes from lingering over her fishnet-clad legs and thighs. He noticed how her plaid skirt flounced with every step she took, giving him the slightest, quickest glimpses of the curve of her bottom cheeks as it swayed. He got to the register and put his porn magazine on the counter sheepishly. There was a platform behind the counter, so the Goth girl towered over him. He felt like he was on trial for being a masturbator. He also desperately wanted to wipe away the dribbly rivulets of semen that continued to trickle down his inner thighs.
The Goth girl rang up the magazine. “Eight seventy-five,” she said. He got out his wallet and paid in cash.
“If you’re serious about wanting to fuck a girl like that,” she said, “I have a friend who could be in that magazine.” He looked up, still embarrassed but intrigued. She said, “I could give you her email address if you wanted to try hooking up with her. She’s fucked all kinds of losers, so you might have a chance with her.”
She scribbled the address on the back of a business card and slipped it underneath the glossy cover of the magazine. A voluptuous woman on her hands and knees looked back over her shoulder with a wide-eyed, innocent look, seeming to be looking up at him from the cover of the magazine invitingly. “Tell her Roxy gave you her address.” He nodded, mumbling his thanks, but then he looked down at the magazine, then at his stained pants (which would be impossible to hide), and the front door of the store. He had parked three blocks away from the store just so there would be no chance of anyone he knew in town spotting his car in the parking lot. That was a long walk to make with cum-stained pants.
“C-could i have a bag?” he asked timidly.
“I’m not giving you a fucking bag, loser!” she said tartly. “Take your skin mag and get the hell out of here. Maybe you can come back if she says you can.” She tapped the card peeking out of the top of the magazine. “Otherwise, don’t ever come back here, you fuckin’ jack-off, or I’ll kick your ass and THEN call the cops.”
He quickly grabbed the magazine and shuffled out of the store. He hoped no one would see him as he embarrassedly stuffed the magazine up under his shirt and began to jog away.
As the door shut, Roxy smiled to herself, shaking her head. “Another jerk-off going to Dolly’s Pervert Punishment School,” she said. “These are the easiest commissions I ever got. Who knew there were so many masturbators in this city?”
– peter
That reminds me of a old fantasy of mine. Back pre-internet I used to frequent the porn shops. A local one called the Toy Box (Kevin knows it well I’m sure) often had a female cashier. As I remember she was kind of a MILF, mature, maybe late thirties but pretty hot, I would have done her anytime.
When I paid for my skin mags she would bag them, hand them to me, and always say “Have a good one!”
Now maybe she just meant “Have a nice day” but I prefer to think she meant ” I hope you have a really good jack-off session when you get home!”
This created all sorts of fantasies. I fantasized (and wished) that she would get a little more talkative. Maybe open one of the mags and say “is this what you like to jack off to? You know if you tell me what kind of jack off material you like I bet I could help you find some stuff that’ll really get your dick hard. I see you in here alot, so that means you jack of alot right? Say have you tried this new lube we got in? Some of the other masturbators tell me it’s really good.”
As I leave the store she smiles, winks, and makes the JO sign with her hand. “Have a good time, and think of me when you squirt OK?”
Mmmmm, that’s a wonderful thought. i would have liked to go into that store, just for the experience of having to show her the fetish magazines that most turned me on. She would know exactly what i was thinking of and longing for as i wanked my little penis, and the embarrassment of having to face a real woman while obtaining my jerk-off goodies would be delicious.
Imagine if she knew about us chronic masturbators? Obviously, she knows that every guy who buys such a magazine is going to be hand-humping to it, but imagine if she knew how we thought! She might have been more vocal about what we were going to do with those magazines, commenting on our choices, asking us what aroused us most about them, and encouraging us to have fun wanking off to them.
If she knew how absorbed we tend to get with our onanistic excesses, jerking ourselves to the point of masturbatory impotence, she could have felt quite safe in making us more aroused with such talk. None of us would have ever tried to do anything with her; even if we ever got so bold, about the most aggressive we would have gotten would be to make a clumsy proposition to her. If that ever happened, she could chuckle and shake her head, smiling, “No, honey, I don’t date masturbators…but I’m sure you’d really rather wank off to a fantasy girl than try to have sex with a woman, wouldn’t you? Like one of these luscious vixens here…” She would trace her fingernail sensuously over the girl on the cover of your porn magazine. “It’s such hard work to satisfy a woman, and I’m even more demanding than most…but it’s oh so easy to tickle that thing between your legs all night long, isn’t it? You’re really better off with your hand down your own pants, don’t you think?” She’d smile and say, “You go ahead and get on home, because I know your penis is just throbbing to get out and be fondled, and these Muses need their tribute.” She would wink as she bagged up your shameful purchases, “Have fun wanking off tonight, love.” She’d make a little wanking-off motion with her hand and laugh warmly as you turned to leave. “Make a little spurt for me, okay?”
She would have ensured that she got a LOT of repeat business, to be sure! And after she started to recognize us – being her regulars – she’d greet us with things like, “If it isn’t my favorite masturbator! Do you need any lubricants today? We’ve got a sale on Fleshlights…” She might take some enjoyment in addressing us openly like that in front of other people in the store, creating an environment that is both humiliating for us but also comforting and welcome…
(Speaking of my original fantasy, after I submitted it I realized that I’d forgotten to put in the part where the masturbator complains that he can’t go out into the street with cum-stains on his pants, so the Goth girl pulls open the front of his pants, looks him right in the eyes, and pours her soda down into his crotch. “Oops,” she says with a satisfied grin, “looks like you spilled your Coke.”
In my ideal world, maybe the Goth girl could alternate shifts with the warmly encouraging 30-something clerk?)
– peter
Oh yes Richard, we share this fantasy… over time she becomes very relaxed and comfortable with her friend the masturbator. They become best friends. Their friendship grows to the point that she finally decides that the nicest thing she can do for her dear friend the masturbator is to offer to become his masturbation muse. To offer to be his living masturbation material. To help him get deeper and deeper into his masturbation nirvana.
Yes, and for me it plays out in my life, with young girls confiding in me, and older women, too.
I once got a cherished job as an administrative assistant to a handsome politician. The woman I took over from, who had been his mistress, sat me down and told me that there would be many women who will flirt and be nice to me, but to remember that they only wand “access” to my boss, and weren’t really interested in me. She would check on me periodically, and would always dash my fantasies about these women. As she trusted me, she would tell me almost daily about when and how she had sex with the boss, and her upsets and turn ons. It was such a fertile ground for a “safe” masturbator!!
Sometimes I’ll down right explain to people that I masturbate everyday and how I beieve that it’s in my nature to do so because I wasn’t pussy trained as a teenager. I only masturbated as a teen. Many time women that used to see Me walking around with my mother, in hind sight looking at their faces I could see what they are saying because they noticed Me tit staring at them that they would have wanted to tell Me that I was a peter beater for the fact I was boob oggling but they couldn’t becase my mother was standing there and they didn’t want to offend her.
When I was 21 I admitted to a 24 y/o japanese girl that I was still pussiless and then she asked me the golden question “Do You Masturbate”. I know you guys are pretty tired of me stating this but it was probably the first time I experience a pleasurable humiliation. I ssemed I thought she may have found it strange someone as attractive as Me hasn’t had sex yet, but she herself wasn’t all that either it was probably a moment to exploit for her. I’m obsessed with the memory that I have admiting that my undipped penis was being well stroked.
I’ve had several relationships where I was a “safe” companion and a masturbating confidant. I was not able to masturbate openly for the women, but it was always assumed that after spending time together in flirtation or listening to intimate details of her life, that I would be going home to masturbate.
I have even photographed some women in the nude, sometimes they wanted the pictures for their boyfriends, and I never fucked them. Comments were made about masturbating to the pictures which thrilled me no end.
Currently, yesterday in fact, my young workmate returned to the office after some time away. Warm day, loose top with little Asian titties, sexy because she was meeting her bf after work. We had a quick meeting at the end of the day, and she made sure that I got a nice glimpse down her blouse to her nipples, and then made a big deal about having to go and meet her boyfriend for their first date since she returned, and I could see her nipples harden.
Two things didn’t need to be said between us: (1) she was going to come in late today after fucking him all night and (2) I would masturbate as soon as she closed the door. Maybe not today, but in the next few days, I’ll hear about how their sex life is going. She likes to tell me. :)
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Love hearing about being the safe masturbator who never gets pussy.
That was me as a teen/young adult and I cherish the memories.