I've never been caught in the traditional sense because I never made much of an effort to hide it and didn't mind people seeing me. Especially because it's just so painfully obvious when you're doing it, especially if you have a penis. The only times I've had some taste of what it feels like to be caught were when I was 16 and the shower was my favorite place to rub one out, my mom asked me to be more mindful of where I ejaculated because she was finding it on her bath stuff. I said I would and that was the end of the convo. More recently, I was watching a movie with friends and was terribly bored by the video, so I put a blanket over myself so I could sext with a female friend and play myself. I wasn't under any delusions that I was "getting away with it" and didn't care. Just trying my best to not bother everyone else. At one point, I looked up at one of my friends and he was shooting me real dagger eyes. He wasn't mad that I was masturbating, per se. More that I was being a jerk by making it so obvious I was ignoring the movie because I thought it was boring. Other than that, any friends, family members and roommates who've seen me masturbate gave me either explicit or implicit permission to do it openly or without any precautions to prevent them from seeing it. The only embarrassing experiences of being caught with regards to sexual satisfaction were having wet dreams at sleep overs or girlfriends' beds. Which happened all the fucking time. I mean abnormally often. But I'm way over that now and actually love when I have a wet dream at someone else's house.
As a teenager, my dad walked in on me once, but neither of us acknowledged it. Like it never happened. My mom and her friend came home one time while I was doing it. I quickly flipped over with jeans sort of back on. I pretended to be sleeping. I don't think they saw me, but not sure. Unfortunately several years later in my early 20s, My mom caught me having sex with a girl while I was visiting my parents. That was awkward. In recent years, my gf has walked in on me once or twice. She would ask, what are you doing? I would say, masturbating. She would then say, "Ok, I'm tired. I'm going back to bed". Then I think, damn, when we first started dating, she liked to watch. Sigh.
My mom caught me fucking a boy. He had just finished fucking me and now it was his turn to get boned and I was in him, it was feeling good and the next thing I hear is, "What the hell are you doing?" I was totally shocked to hear her voice and I saw my life flash before my eyes because I knew she was going to murder me. But I didn't get the beating I was expecting; instead, I got a scathing lecture that ended with, "The next time you get such urges, use your hand!" She sent me back to my room, the guy is still in bed naked and... I went right back to what I was doing, screwing him until I came inside of him, then flipped him over so I could suck him off (again). Still, I was angry and humiliated and more so when she's reading me the riot act and I'm standing there... with my dick still hard and wet from being in him. She lectured me... didn't say a word to him and I thought that if she had barged in five minutes earlier, she would have caught him fucking me - but that's not what happened. I think that she knew for a long while that I'd been having sex with boys and picked this moment to make me stop doing that... which I didn't and, no, I don't feel bad about having disobeyed her on this one. The question I really wanted to ask her that might have gotten me "killed" was, "If you know that boys have urges to have sex with other boys, why are you lecturing me about doing it but I'm not out there getting a girl pregnant?" I still believe to this day that had I let this out of my mouth, she would have ripped my head off...