In the Onania Masturbator Forum, a Masturbator Wrote:
i ducked into a public bathroom today after seeing a parade of sexy young college girls wearing skintight leggings, bending over to unintentionally show off their butt cleavage as it peeked out over the top of their tight jeans, wearing dark-colored nylons and tights underneath denim shorts and snug-fitting knit dresses. It was enough to drive me to a helplessly horny state, and naturally my first impulse was to find someplace private to masturbate so i could think of them.
Fortunately i had my laptop with me, so i went into a stall and pulled open my computer, bringing up some pictures of my favorite Masturbation Muses to pleasure myself to. Mingled with the mental images of the young women i’d seen today, i easily imagined them taking me back to their sorority houses to strip me, dress me in girly clothes, and humiliate me for being the panty-wearing tiny-dick masturbator that i am.
Once i brought myself to orgasm (accidentally spurting across my screen – it was a great, satisfying orgasm that surprised me as i was trying to flip from one picture to another, and i came before i could cup my palm over the crown of my penis to catch it), i closed the pictures and put my computer back into my courier bag. As i cleaned myself up, i noticed that someone had left a newspaper on the floor behind the toilet.
i noticed the headline, which spoke of a cheerleader who had attended the nearby college. i picked up the newspaper, which had three photographs of the lovely blonde girl in her revealingly skimpy and skintight cheerleading briefs and athletic top, performing her cheers. And there was a large, goopy stain across them which dribbled down as i picked the paper up.
i felt an unexpected thrill of excitement at the thought that someone else had sat in this same stall only a short while ago and brought themselves to orgasmic ejaculation for this cheerleader Muse. It was almost enough to make me want to sit back down and give myself a second hand-humping.
i wonder if i may have started something. i’ve wanked off in this stall before, and i may have given myself away once a few months ago. i usually listen closely to make sure i’m the only one in the restroom when i wank off. If there are a lot of people in there, it’s okay to wank, because no one can hear me with all the noise, but if there’s only one or two people in there, it’s quiet enough to risk giving myself away with the shuffling and smacking noise of pumping my little penis. But once, a few months ago, i mistakenly thought i was the only person left in there and starting going at it. Then i heard movement in another stall, and froze up, chastising myself for being careless. Then, to my surprise, i started hearing that characteristic rapid smacking sound of the other guy wanking off.
i was shocked. i guess all he needed was a little encouragement from a fellow masturbator. i tried to keep myself quiet, but knowing that someone else was wanking off – and probably because i had inspired him to do it – aroused me terribly. It increased the erotic pleasurable sensations i was having, and i came into my cupped palm within seconds. It left me red-faced and highly aroused. i’ve never experienced that before.
i know some of you have talked about masturbating with other guys, and some of you who did don’t think of yourselves as gay. i don’t think of myself as gay, either (though i admit i have fantasized about “traps”, really effeminate bois who try to pass themselves off as girls – something i wish i could do), but this really excited me. i still can’t quite put my finger on exactly why!
– peter
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