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Recently, I was staying at a house where the chick who owned the place obviously hasn't been laid in years. I didn't know her other than to rent the room. She wasn't physically attractive to me and her snoring was so loud that she woke me regularly. So I often got up to use the net. It's fun beating off with the chance you might be caught. Anonimity can be very cool indeed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Wow. That's a great cock though. Do you want me to suck it?"
Has anyone actually been caught wanking?
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Posted on : Aug 8, 2011
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Commented on Apr 26, 2018
sumfuntu,
Yeah, 2nd edition better, but both good.
I've never been caught wanking. Closest thing would be having an obvious erection noticed by girls. Great chance to make something happen if I had a silver tongue, but I don't, so it's later I run thru my mind all the cool shit I should've said.
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Commented on Jan 12, 2012
I thought it had been erased. (I rather like the 2nd edition better than the first. What say you, mate?
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Commented on Jan 12, 2012
When I was in high school, I lived close to the school and often had freidns stop by to listen to music or just visit. At the same time, I had a nice stash of porn. One day, I was alone upstairs in my bed with my porn. My cock was at full staff, nicely lubed with Vasline. My wrist was getting a good workout as I wanked my cock, ready to shoot its load into some Kleenex.
SUDDENLY! I heard footsteps on the stairs. My head went into full panic mode. Some girls from choir were on the stairs, calling out my name. My door was shut, but they were close. I shoved my porn under the covers, grabbed my shorts and practically dove into the closet. They heard me and knew I was home. But, did they know what I'd been doing? My bedroom was empty and my closet was shut. Then, the door opened. I had covered myself with my shorts and said, "Hey, you guys! I'm trying to change clothes." (I lied.)
Fuck it! They knew what I'd been doing, so I drop my shorts and let my cock spring out. It was hard as a rock. They were mesmerized. Carol, the blonde with the bountiful boobs, licked her lips and reached for the top button of her very tight blouse. Kathy began to wiggle out of her skirt down and said, "You want to fuck us?" Carol added, "Sister, his cock is so nice and thick, and my cunt is so wet, we’ve got to relieve his tension." They were begging me to fuck them both right there on the spot in my bed.
Of course, that's what I wish happened. But, the truth is ... they were embarassed. I was, too. It was awkward, to say the least. Carol apologized, "Sorry! We'll wait for you downstairs." I dressed quickly and left my closet. OOPS! There in plain sight on the sheets was my wad of Kleenex. GADS! They knew!!
But, downstairs, it was as if nothing happened. We never talked about it again.
A few years later, Carol was visiting me and my wife. She said, "Remember that time we caught you in the closet with your pants down?"
She then added, "We missed a fucking good time, didn't we!" My sweet, but hot, wife asked her, "Do you think it's better late than never?" Carol nodded and came to the couch and sat between us. My wife began fondling Carol's sumptuous breasts. I spread her legs, reached under her skirt and began stroking Carol’s wet pussy. I said, "Sweetheart, you want to fuck her as much as I do?" Only a soft moaning escaped my wife’s throat as she leaned in and kissed Carol's open lips.
Actually, in response to Carol’s question, I weakly smiled and said nothing. My wife raised an eyebrow. The topic was dropped.
Point is, I had been caught wanking when I was in high school. Those girls knew it and probably talked to each other about it. But, I doubt they talked about it as much as I fantasized about it for years afterwards. And, I had told my wife that story several times … and, together, we fantasized about it while we fucked.
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Commented on Jan 12, 2012
Once, when I was in high school, I had a nice stash of porn, well used. I lived close to the school and often had friends stop by to listen to music or just talk.
One day, I was upstairs in my bed. My cock was at full staff and my wrist was getting a good workout. I didn't hear the doorbell or any knocking.. I was close and had a handful of Kleenex ready to catch my cum.
SUDDENLY, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I went into full panic mode. Some girls from choir were on the stairs, calling out my name. My door was shut, but they were close.
I shoved the porn under the covers, grabbed my shorts and almost dove into the closet and shut the door behind me.
They probably heard my closet door shut because I heard them approach. The door opened as I covered myself..
"Hey, you guys! I'm trying to change clothes," I lied.
[Then, I dropped my shorts as my cock sprang out hard as a rock. They licked their lips; and one of them said, "Nice cock! You want us to help you finish what you were doing?" ]
Of course, that's also a lie. The truth is ...they were embarrassed.. They could tell I was, too. It was awkward, to say the least.
"Sorry! We'll wait for you downstairs."
I shut the closet door and heard them leave my room. I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. OOPS! There, in plain sight, was my wad of Kleenex. GADS! They knew! I knew they knew! But, no one said anything about it.
A few years later, one of the girls was visiting me and my wife. She said, "Remember that time we almost caught you with your pants down?" I smiled lamely, my wife raised her eyebrow.
[She licked her lips and continued, "We missed a good chance to fuck, didn't we!" My wife smiled at her. "Better late than never!!"]
Actually, the subject was dropped.
Point is ... I did know that the girls had talked to each other (and God knows how many others) that I was flogging the log.
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