Have you ever been caught masturbating?
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Never! I'm very careful, expecially when my parents are around. I'm sure to be extra silent. Who knows if they know I do it though, they probably do, what with all those tissues in the trash bin, lol.
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No ;D i'm still lucky
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Never. And I became REAALLYYYY careless. Even when someone is next to my room. I just can't get caught I guess.
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Yes, by my Bro!. It was once and for all.
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No. But somehow I wish I caught someone jerking off :-X
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No. But my mother has found a used fleshlight underneath my bed once…
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nope
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nope
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I have to keep the curtains drawn
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not i was aware of
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Nope
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No, but sometimes I wished ;D
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Yes. By my mum. Now, I've admitted it online. I'm really not proud. :afr2:
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Interesting. I don't think I was caught, but I caught one of my roommates once.
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maybe can go to a cruising place and get "caught" by anybody… LOL
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At least once by both parents (completely accidental and mortifying both times, as they both fully understood what they had walked in on, but it was never acknowledged or talked about) … but in my case, there were a couple of times when I was a rogue teenager where I literally engineered a situation to be caught by a certain neighbor. I think I was around 15-16, and he was about the same age.
He was as straight as blazes (or acted that way, I remember that he talked with that white-gangsta dialect like Eminem or Macklemoore, even if we lived in the suburban midwest ... he did remind me of a gangly Eminem). In spite of that persona he put on, once he caught me a couple of times on accident, he would always go out of his way to try to barge in on us after that. He'd knock on our door at random and want to hang out with my brother and I to play video games, or wander around the neighborhood with us.
Again, we never talked about it openly, but there was at least a couple of occasions where I know he was watching me through a window. It was exciting for the teenager-virigin-me ... When I knew he was watching and paying close attention (I was deliberately making myself visible in the window, and he was bad at hiding ... I could see him), I still remember my heart thudding against my ribcage, the sort of physical sensation that poppers gives you, but it was pure testosterone and sexual mania at the time. I don't think he knew that I knew he was watching, but every time, he waited until I came to go away. He was definitely getting something out of it. :cheers:
Fast forward to a few hours later, and he'd be knocking on the door asking to hang out again. It's only now that I realize that he may very well have been going home to knock one out himself in the intervening time.
In retrospect, I wish I had the courage to try to explore seducing him a bit further back then, but I was living in a conservative area and was a coward because of the way the homophobes at school would talk about gayness like it was nearly the worst possible thing in the world you could be. I didn't want to risk exposing myself if he couldn't handle it.
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lol thank god… never
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oh yes indeed lol by my brother
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