by EarlyBeginner » Wed May 15, 2024 11:58 am
Introduction: I found the following sweet, little story here which arouses me incredibly:
I’m curious if any masturbators have a similar experience to me. I went to an all boys boarding school, where we all slept in a big common dorm, like an army barracks.
Of course many people masturbated, I’m sure, but there was definitely a stigma attached to it, and no one really spoke of it, and anyone who did was viewed with suspicion. I’ve been a chronic masturbator since I was very young, and have always had a kind of fluid sexual attraction so I was often very horny at school from seeing all my classmates naked all the time. Our days were so structured that the only time I could really devote myself to the demands of my addiction were after evening prayers when we climbed into bed and the proctor turned out the lights. Since stealth was essential, I would lie on my side, and bringing my knees to my chest a bit, creating a space under the covers between my very small cock and the blanket. Like this I would very gently rub the tip and spot beneath the glans, taking a very long time, leaking much precum, using small strokes so as to not raise suspicions. All you could see from outside was a subtle movement under the blankets. There was a boy who’s bunk was next to mine and one night he turned to face me as I was tending to myself. He was awake and I could see his eyes were open. I stopped, but very quickly he drew his knees up to make a similar space under his covers and I could see the blanket moving. He was masturbating too, so I started again. We kept at it for some time, sometimes looking at each other, sometimes closing our eyes. After a deliciously long series of edgings, I heard the springs of his bed squeak, a sustained quiet creaking. I could see he had straightened his legs and his body was tense. The covers had shifted and I could see where his hand and his erection were pushing against them. Seeing that pushed me over the edge and I came very hard, though through practice I was able to be more stealthy as the cum flowed out. After a few minutes each of us got out of bed and went to the bathroom, silently cleaning ourselves in adjacent toilet stalls. We never spoke of it, though we did watch each other masturbate regularly thereafter.
I shared the very small room in our small house with my mother at my age of about 7 in several occasions and between about 8 and 15 even a double bed with her during relatives visit.
The short early period is a little mysterious for me, but I do remember it exactly: Several times she lay in the other bed very close to mine already, but I had not yet done my little all evening job. She had heard me doing it already, and there had been a little reprimand from the other bed in the darkness already. So I had to be cautious and silent now.
Undercover of course. But for some reason the boy’s panties or pajama pants must be down to upper thighs – so far that the rubber did not touch the tight little bag any more. But how to pull down the pants without being suspicious? Already at age 7 I decided to do it quickly. So that it could be any motion of my body. Slowly would produce a little suspicious constant rustling. Then doing nothing a while to avoid any suspicion.
In my years from about 10 these minutes were filled by almost mind bursting horniness. Left hand built a little tent of pure sin: The bald little cock, standing rock hard parallel to the stomach, the pink head freed from the foreskin and visible now a little. Sinful. The bed cover as a wall of safety between that little room of sin and the chaste outer world. – Safe? She could have lifted the cover quickly only. A mind blowing thrill. 10 minutes heart beat. Then I grabbed the little stake of lust ….
Who must also share the room sometimes? Sibling? Boarding school? Parents during vacancy?
by brisjkr » Wed May 15, 2024 5:59 pm
With parents during vacation in a tent with camping beds. Had my pajama pants down around my ankles and playing with my young cock. Suddenly parents are up because they planned an early start to the day and insist I get out of bed. Pulling my pants up under the sheet would have been obvious plus really hoping they will decide to leave without me so I can continue playing with myself. Dad gets fed up with me and suddenly pulls the sheet off revealing what I had been doing. I get told never to do it again. The idea of never masturbating again is totally unacceptable to me so I interpret what he said as meaning never let them catch me again and they never did.