Anyone been caught by other guys? Brothers, dad, cousins, friends, teachers etc? Have a bunch of stories to share so hmu!
Getting caught jerking off
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Been caught several times throughout the years. Mainly by family but quite a bit from anon men while stroking outdoors on a walk.
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My first year of college, I roomed with a guy who would go home over the weekends. My home was hundreds of miles away; his home was 20 minutes away. We had a bunk bed in our room, and I had the top bunk. One Sunday night early in the first semester as I was lying atop my bedcovers, I was in the mood, so I pulled my shorts down so I could readily access my dick. I was jerking away when I heard a key in the door and the door opened. I had no warning. Into the room burst my roommate, his brother, and his dad. I tried to quickly pull up my shorts, but you know how that goes when you're lying down. I lay there, fully erect with my dick partly covered but the head still sticking out from the waistband. SUPER awkward.
Shit. Did any of them notice?
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Yes, they all noticed. I was wearing only the shorts, and it was so hard to quickly pull them up. I was still pulling in them when they came into the room. Like I said, it was awkward. I’m glad that I was wearing the shorts, at least. I’d have literally died of embarrassment had I been naked.
I had shared this experience before I think in another thread. I've been caught by various people and I'm not shy, but this one was embarassing.
I was caught by my grandma. She hadn't seen me since I was a baby and this happened when I was about 18, 19. She came over to my house and I was naked in front of the computer jerking watching 2 guys doing dp on a pussy. I was lost in it all and didnt know she came in. She was standing there shocked and I tried hiding my dick but had no clothes around. She said she knocked and the door was unlocked. She said don't be embarassed and that she brought food over. She said we can keep this between us.
It happened another time when I slept over at her place a month later for some reason I forget why and it was hot so I slept naked on top of the bed. I sleep naked a lot and prefer it. I couldn't sleep so I figured jerk off to make me tired. I heard her walking and she opened the door and saw me. I apologized and and went to get under the sheet and she said forget it she's seen it. She turned on the fan over the bed explaining the wall switch needed to be on to use it. She stayed a few minutes to talk and then left. She was all very casual.
Third time was the next morning she walked in as I just got out of the shower. She came in to say she was going to make breakfast. I didn't care by then because she saw it already, but it was also odd since it seemed sort of planned that time. There was no knock at the door, she just came in.
I was caught by my grandma. She hadn't seen me since I was a baby and this happened when I was about 18, 19. She came over to my house and I was naked in front of the computer jerking watching 2 guys doing dp on a pussy. I was lost in it all and didnt know she came in. She was standing there shocked and I tried hiding my dick but had no clothes around. She said she knocked and the door was unlocked. She said don't be embarassed and that she brought food over. She said we can keep this between us.
It happened another time when I slept over at her place a month later for some reason I forget why and it was hot so I slept naked on top of the bed. I sleep naked a lot and prefer it. I couldn't sleep so I figured jerk off to make me tired. I heard her walking and she opened the door and saw me. I apologized and and went to get under the sheet and she said forget it she's seen it. She turned on the fan over the bed explaining the wall switch needed to be on to use it. She stayed a few minutes to talk and then left. She was all very casual.
Third time was the next morning she walked in as I just got out of the shower. She came in to say she was going to make breakfast. I didn't care by then because she saw it already, but it was also odd since it seemed sort of planned that time. There was no knock at the door, she just came in.
Man thanks for sharing. Great story. Makes me wonder if you have other stories
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So, okay. The title of this thread triggers me. I will explain why.
When I was a senior in high school (18 years old), my parents were involved in religious ministry. My parents, my younger brother, and I lived in a small parsonage adjacent to a rural church located in a small town in the southern United States. As pastor, my dad didn't make much money, but the parsonage was provided by the church and, despite its age, it kept a roof over our heads.
My parents were very strict. My dad believed that since we were the religious leaders in the ministry, we were to live "above reproach." Everything my parents did was done so that nobody could accuse them of any errant sinful behavior. My parents demanded the same lifestyle from my brother and me. I can't speak for my brother, but for me, life was miserable. I had known for years that I was gay, I lusted heavily for manflesh, I boned up on the regular. I had to keep my boner hidden from my parents because I'd be accused of having lustful thoughts if they saw me with a bulge of any sort. I never had any privacy of which to speak. My brother's bedroom door and my door had been removed when we were kids, and they only time I was naked was during the 5-minute timed shower that I had to rush through. My mom would without warning pillage through our bedrooms to ensure that everything was tidy and free of contraband. Our beds were arranged so that when we lay down, our heads were toward the door and we couldn't see into the hallway without cranking our necks around. My brother and I both had to sit in front of my parents while they lectured us about the sin of masturbation. As you might imagine, there were sermons denouncing homosexuality -- denouncing the "me" that I didn't think my parents knew about.
From a child, I've always hated being sticky. I despise wet clothing sticking to my body. I hate wearing jeans on a hot day, and I feel claustrophobic when even a t-shirt sticks to my skin. One of my many responsibilities at my family's ministry was to keep the large lawn and graveyard mowed and trimmed. We only had a push mower, and it took four hours of nonstop mowing to get the job completed each week. Since we were a conservative ministry, my dad required that I wear jeans and a tshirt whenever I was outside the house, and that included when I was mowing the lawn in the oppressive heat of summer. When I'd be done, I'd peel my jeans off and find that my boxers had soaked through with sweat. I was a wet, sticky mess, and I hated it.
Summertimes in the rural south are generally sultry and uncomfortable. Summer nights are typically cooler, but the humidity is still present. Our house didn't have air conditioning, so we had to put fans in windows to draw the air through the house. Eventually, my dad put an attic fan in our house, and it worked amazingly well to move the air. It didn't remove the humidity, but it did provide limited relief. Since my aversion to stickiness / sweatiness was so strong, I tended to throw off my sheet and lie uncovered on my bed just to be able to get some sleep.
It was a Wednesday night in late July when the summer break after my high school graduation was in full swing. and the atmosphere after the mid-week prayer meeting at our church was unsettled and calm. The humidity was so high that night, and there wasn't a breeze. We all got to bed late in our house, and I lay there in the heat wishing as I often did that I lived in a house that was as comfortable as some of the air-conditioned houses of my friends. As happened each night, I popped a boner as I was thinking about how my friends could wear shorts and no t-shirts -- and their sexy bodies were the stuff of my fantasies. I usually spent most of my pre-sleep time lying on my stomach in order to keep my boner hidden. This night, though, I was hot and bothered, and my boner was raging. The last time I had tried to jack off, the previous Saturday in the shower after mowing, I hadn't cum. The stress of getting cooled down and clean within the five minutes before my mom started banging on the door (and the water HAD to be turned off) wasn't conducive to sexy time. It rarely if ever was, honestly. Anyway, this Wednesday night I was throbbing and thought that I could quickly cum and go to sleep. I'd have to be careful to not let any drip onto my underwear or sheets; my mom checked those on the regular.
It was already early Thursday morning, and since everyone was asleep, I took the risk. I flipped onto my back and my dick poked right out of my boxers. The humid air was being drawn across my body, my scant chest hair was moving slightly in the breeze providing something akin to a caress. I started to fantasize about my friends who, at a summertime birthday party, had been carrying on in one of their pools while I sat and watched. (I wasn't permitted to wear shorts, and I couldn't swim in jeans.) I wasn't taking any real precautions, unfortunately, and I came to that "point of no return" quickly.
What happened next will forever be seared in my memory. As I started to cum, the light in my bedroom turned on and my dad bellowed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!" I couldn't stop cumming. I tried in vain to flip over and hide, but there was nowhere to hide. My dad (a big, powerful man) came in and grabbed me up from the bed and started to beat me. I lost track of when I finally stopped squirting jizz. It wasn't even on my mind as I tried to avoid his fist. Then he found my belt on the floor and started to beat me wtih that. He whaled on me for a long time, and he was yelling at me telling me how I was a sinner. When he was done, he went to the kitchen (I guess it was his destination originally, and he had passed by my room at the exact time.). My mom had heard the yelling and my crying, so as soon as he left my room, she came in and gave me a scornful look that humiliated me more than my dad's beating. My brother was awake, as well, and I could see him looking at me from the relative darkness of his bedroom. I was left to wipe up the mess. They made me sleep with my light on for the next three months.
I determined that morning that I would have to find a way to leave my parents' house, to leave the ministry, to start to live MY life. Yet, breaking free from the abuse and invasiveness proved more difficult than an 18-year-old guy could ever imagine. Now you know why I'm triggered by this thread.
When I was a senior in high school (18 years old), my parents were involved in religious ministry. My parents, my younger brother, and I lived in a small parsonage adjacent to a rural church located in a small town in the southern United States. As pastor, my dad didn't make much money, but the parsonage was provided by the church and, despite its age, it kept a roof over our heads.
My parents were very strict. My dad believed that since we were the religious leaders in the ministry, we were to live "above reproach." Everything my parents did was done so that nobody could accuse them of any errant sinful behavior. My parents demanded the same lifestyle from my brother and me. I can't speak for my brother, but for me, life was miserable. I had known for years that I was gay, I lusted heavily for manflesh, I boned up on the regular. I had to keep my boner hidden from my parents because I'd be accused of having lustful thoughts if they saw me with a bulge of any sort. I never had any privacy of which to speak. My brother's bedroom door and my door had been removed when we were kids, and they only time I was naked was during the 5-minute timed shower that I had to rush through. My mom would without warning pillage through our bedrooms to ensure that everything was tidy and free of contraband. Our beds were arranged so that when we lay down, our heads were toward the door and we couldn't see into the hallway without cranking our necks around. My brother and I both had to sit in front of my parents while they lectured us about the sin of masturbation. As you might imagine, there were sermons denouncing homosexuality -- denouncing the "me" that I didn't think my parents knew about.
From a child, I've always hated being sticky. I despise wet clothing sticking to my body. I hate wearing jeans on a hot day, and I feel claustrophobic when even a t-shirt sticks to my skin. One of my many responsibilities at my family's ministry was to keep the large lawn and graveyard mowed and trimmed. We only had a push mower, and it took four hours of nonstop mowing to get the job completed each week. Since we were a conservative ministry, my dad required that I wear jeans and a tshirt whenever I was outside the house, and that included when I was mowing the lawn in the oppressive heat of summer. When I'd be done, I'd peel my jeans off and find that my boxers had soaked through with sweat. I was a wet, sticky mess, and I hated it.
Summertimes in the rural south are generally sultry and uncomfortable. Summer nights are typically cooler, but the humidity is still present. Our house didn't have air conditioning, so we had to put fans in windows to draw the air through the house. Eventually, my dad put an attic fan in our house, and it worked amazingly well to move the air. It didn't remove the humidity, but it did provide limited relief. Since my aversion to stickiness / sweatiness was so strong, I tended to throw off my sheet and lie uncovered on my bed just to be able to get some sleep.
It was a Wednesday night in late July when the summer break after my high school graduation was in full swing. and the atmosphere after the mid-week prayer meeting at our church was unsettled and calm. The humidity was so high that night, and there wasn't a breeze. We all got to bed late in our house, and I lay there in the heat wishing as I often did that I lived in a house that was as comfortable as some of the air-conditioned houses of my friends. As happened each night, I popped a boner as I was thinking about how my friends could wear shorts and no t-shirts -- and their sexy bodies were the stuff of my fantasies. I usually spent most of my pre-sleep time lying on my stomach in order to keep my boner hidden. This night, though, I was hot and bothered, and my boner was raging. The last time I had tried to jack off, the previous Saturday in the shower after mowing, I hadn't cum. The stress of getting cooled down and clean within the five minutes before my mom started banging on the door (and the water HAD to be turned off) wasn't conducive to sexy time. It rarely if ever was, honestly. Anyway, this Wednesday night I was throbbing and thought that I could quickly cum and go to sleep. I'd have to be careful to not let any drip onto my underwear or sheets; my mom checked those on the regular.
It was already early Thursday morning, and since everyone was asleep, I took the risk. I flipped onto my back and my dick poked right out of my boxers. The humid air was being drawn across my body, my scant chest hair was moving slightly in the breeze providing something akin to a caress. I started to fantasize about my friends who, at a summertime birthday party, had been carrying on in one of their pools while I sat and watched. (I wasn't permitted to wear shorts, and I couldn't swim in jeans.) I wasn't taking any real precautions, unfortunately, and I came to that "point of no return" quickly.
What happened next will forever be seared in my memory. As I started to cum, the light in my bedroom turned on and my dad bellowed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!" I couldn't stop cumming. I tried in vain to flip over and hide, but there was nowhere to hide. My dad (a big, powerful man) came in and grabbed me up from the bed and started to beat me. I lost track of when I finally stopped squirting jizz. It wasn't even on my mind as I tried to avoid his fist. Then he found my belt on the floor and started to beat me wtih that. He whaled on me for a long time, and he was yelling at me telling me how I was a sinner. When he was done, he went to the kitchen (I guess it was his destination originally, and he had passed by my room at the exact time.). My mom had heard the yelling and my crying, so as soon as he left my room, she came in and gave me a scornful look that humiliated me more than my dad's beating. My brother was awake, as well, and I could see him looking at me from the relative darkness of his bedroom. I was left to wipe up the mess. They made me sleep with my light on for the next three months.
I determined that morning that I would have to find a way to leave my parents' house, to leave the ministry, to start to live MY life. Yet, breaking free from the abuse and invasiveness proved more difficult than an 18-year-old guy could ever imagine. Now you know why I'm triggered by this thread.
What a sad thing to read. I hope you found peace.
I’m so sorry you had to live that life.
I was caught masturbating one time. It happen when I was with friends in hotel. One was not in room, second was in shower. Usually him taking shower for long time, but this time looks it was quicker. When him out from shower, he was able to see my hard dick but tell nothing.
But later I was offered to masturbate together. I regret only what I not offered to suck his dick, because I was so "in closet" in that time.
But later I was offered to masturbate together. I regret only what I not offered to suck his dick, because I was so "in closet" in that time.
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yes, still regret about it. That guy has pretty big cock with big dickhead (like mushroom).
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I have missed opportunity to had big dick but I let slip right through my fingers.
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This is shocking. I'm really sorry. I hope you're ok after that experience (and I'm sure, various other difficult experiences) and I hope you know that you did absolutely nothing wrong.
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Thank you. Many years have passed, and many other "catches" have happened. I'm in a very good place right now.
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You should realize that maybe you shouldn't jerk off while your grandma was around dude
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I'm so sorry for the awful childhood you went through, the story made me so sad, i really hope you found your path in life as an adult and your life went better later on
