Sometimes. I was young. If they were friends they joined and other things happened. I won't go into detail about the rest.
I've been caught several times, wrote up the experiences and posted at solotouch dot com. -Military Lodging (Billeting) housekeeping staff (maid) -Across the street neighbor - which led to a few fun years of fun couples' play! -2 Different parking lots - 2 separate occasions Too scared to risk it these days - too much at stake and never want to end up an a registry
My gf and I once got frisky in the sauna at a gym. It was during the day and we thought we were the only ones there so while we were in the sauna I pulled her swimsuit to one side and was sliding in and out as she sat on the benches and opened her legs. We were both enjoying this when suddenly the door opened and this guy came in. He stopped a bit startled and then said “don’t stop” but after a few seconds we found him a bit distracting and I pulled out and my gf moved her swim suit back. He let out a sad “oh…..” and sat down. We just sat there for a minute or so before leaving and collapsing into giggles outside.
My first girlfriends parents were party animals, at one party in the back garden I went for a piss but got my cock caught in my jeans zipper, I tried to get it out but couldn't, My girlfriend came looking for me and found me struggling to release my cock, she got in her hands and knees to help but did not good, she went and fetched her mother, oh shit I thought, her mum arrived stuck her hand under my balls jiggled the zipper and my cock up and down and eventually got it free, by this time it was bleeding so her mum fetched a first aid kit cleaned my cock and stuck a sticky plaster on my dick, more embarrassment was while she was doing that I got a half hard dick, she just smiled and tucked it into my underwear
I don’t count family, since my parents were nudists and didn’t make a big deal out of sex and masturbation. It was just accepted. We all did it. First person to catch me was my college roommate, who walked in on me and decided to join in. That led to many more fun times together. Other than that, I’ve been caught by a few meter readers and delivery people over the years. Didn’t bother me as I figure if I’m in my own house or back yard I can do what I want. Although one time I got caught in mid-orgasm and felt a little self-conscious being seen shooting my load. It was kinda hot, though.
I got caught many times, mostly because I would exit the cubical in a public toilet and Jack off outside of it, sometimes watching myself in the mirror, I had quite a few guys catch me because I was to slow returning to the cubical, Always found it a great turn on with the prospect of getting busted, closest I ever got to bring a flasher
I remember catching a guy stroking himself in the bathroom stall. The door was open as I was wanting a stall and ended up sucking him off.
I remember I was 15 and was really rubbing my cock my bedroom was in the basement and my door was open. I was about just cuming when my dad cam in my room. I think he wanted to catch me and he came over to my bed and grabbed my cock and stroked it a couple of times. Than told me to go take a shower I thought that was weird.
The office junior caught me fucking one of the girls from the office outside in the woods back of our office. I saw him watching me it was a lunchtime fuck I spoke to him about it he said it was so good watching your huge cock fucking her that I had to masturbate later thinking about it
Just yesterday afternoon I was on the living room couch mid-orgasm when my wife and a friend came home unexpectedly. Her friend was leading the way through the door to witness the last three spurts. My wife was not so happy as I apologized and walked my naked self-upstairs as her friend said, "I'm not sorry and chuckled".
When I was 13 I was caught moments before orgasm. I was lying on my bed completely naked and happily stroking my cock when my older sister walked in on me. I was too close to orgasm to even notice that she was there and she witnessed me shoot a huge load of cum all over my stomach and chest. One my orgasm subsided I noticed she was there. It was too late to worry about trying to cover myself. Besides, she had already witnessed the entire "show". She just smiled and walked away without saying a word!!
One of my favorites was a long time ago, I was seventeen. Behind the gym at school, nobody ever went back there, I thought. I’ve got my pants down, I am fully erect and close to orgasm when I hear a female voice say, I want to watch. There she was one of the prettiest girls at the school way out of my social class. I froze for a second, then continued for a moment before cumming, really hard. Spurt after spurt as I am looking into her eyes, stroking all the way through my orgasm till I was spent. She smiled and said, very nice. She turned and walked away. We hadn’t spoken before and didn’t afterwards. Great memory though.
got caught by a female friend when i was about 9 wanking my cock, she just watched me, when ever we were alone she would always ask to watch me play with my cock, she would have us play "house" in the wendy house in the garden, she would take us in there have me take my trousers down, she would lift her dress up and pull her nickers down ad watch me wank
M Straight Early 70's EU I grew up in an era when masturbation was taboo in a repressive family and started to masturbate to orgasm at thirteen. I and my peers dreaded the possibility of being caught in the act both because of the embarrassment and the outcomes that would follow. This led us to masturbate hurriedly and adopt strategies to prevent any evidence that we did it, to ensure we were not caught 'wanking' and to enable us to quickly dress and not get caught if someone returned home when we were enjoying some 'alone time'. Nevertheless, the spectre of being caught in the act overshadowed our early sexuality. Being caught stroking an erection was daunting enough but nothing when compared to the possibility of being interrupted in the throws of ejaculation especially as I was certain that in the final minutes when I was about to cum there was no way I could stop until the last ejaculatory spasm had subsided. No matter how much I knew that masturbation was normal, healthy and that everybody did it, some inhibition and guilt was inevitable. My family worked long anti-social hours so during the holidays and weekends I had the time and space to masturbate with no risk of being caught allowing me to do so naked, experiment and take my time. When there was the possibility of being interrupted my strategy to obviate being caught were to pull my jeans and underwear down enough to expose my penis in order to masturbate yet being able to re-dress quickly if needed and to masturbate vigorously in order to cum quickly. The need to do this inevitably induced a degree of guilt and anxiety which reduced the intensity and enjoyment that typified the unrestrained sessions. The prospect of discovery did not induce an element of excitement some guys refer to though many of my friends seemed to enjoy the heightened sense of masturbation as forbidden. When I finally left home to live in a small flat when I was nineteen I entered a period of frequent, lengthy and intense solo sex without anxiety and guilt