What do you like to masturbate to? ⇐ Sex stories

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I was horrified to discover once, while corresponding with a guy, that I admired his big butt (in that photo I was masturbating and masturbating) and narrow shoulders: so charming! And I jerk off to him, like the last time... Then one toilet man sent his ass by correspondence and I masturbated on it again, then horrified: a courter of women masturbates on naked men - and not only on their pussy, but also on their butts. Then I just remembered that I started homosexuality just like that in childhood: I found a book on surgery in my grandfather’s attic, and there I was extremely attracted to the photo of a guy from behind with his pants down, and then I went to the attic more than once and, opening the book on the treasured page, masturbated on her.. Only later did I start masturbating on erect pussies... It was still a long way from being able to go to the bathhouses and masturbate in the showers there as a student, and in the village I started groping with my boyfriend. brothers who were not against it and we did THIS in the attic of the barn, then in the forest, where we undressed naked and ran after each other (although walk naked and masturbate - or even better - with someone, including adults or elderly - as in ....
started already very grown up
), and then they began to lie in each other’s bed before going to bed and imitated fucking M-F. This continued for several years. Then they stopped, because... it was horror, horror, we understood that it was not good. It was still far from the time when I first [went into bed with a man who had previously raped me in the mouth, especially far from the time when I invited a deputy, the director of a large lyceum to bed and we masturbated there in front of the camera and Both M and F looked at us and spat on us...
Where did I start at school? From masturbation. And then, in the second grade, he took off his pants for several “interested” girls in the wooden toilet on the street. They were scared, but... each time they went again. This is how I learned some of the features of women and the sweetness of exhibitionism + another option for using the toilet. Which greatly influenced my relationship with these Temples of Pleasure, turned my further life from a different angle.. In my youth I skipped this type of pleasure for many years, until I got carried away again..
.... In general, how many inventions of the bicycle were made by me, but the unfinished state did not allow me to enjoy everything in its entirety THEN.. I started going to the toilets “for a very specific purpose” much later, and then there were so many of them so comfortable - wooden, with inscriptions, which I was already reading heavily and I spent hours there, masturbating at these stories. Even when I was (quite a while ago) on a business trip to the nearest factory, I found such a toilet right next to the factory - good quality, wooden, inconspicuous and there were whole stories there.
..And in SUCH waiting in the toilet I was sometimes rewarded when on the other side holes, I heard footsteps and I peered with my eyes.
And in my childhood, in the park, there was a large toilet in a dark corner, where - as I now understand - men did EVERYTHING they could, or rather, did nothing, but I didn’t dare go there.
How that would change my life! If some schoolchildren (they themselves, as adults, of course, recently told me) sucked off adults and were on duty after school in such toilets every day, then what would happen to me then! I have a thought like this and right now I have a stake, and then I would just live there, give up studying lessons, slip away, would not enter, accordingly, I would not go on assignment, in general, life would change dramatically! All you had to do was go to that remote park toilet on stilts in that swamp! If someone was on duty there, he could either talk and persuade, or simply show his pussy, but I would run away from there, and then, after weeks of worries, I would dare to come in again. Or he would just force him to suck. Or there would be no one there and I would notice the wall painting. In general, whatever one may say.... In short, I would have turned out to be a Toilet Romantic much earlier.
Now try to find SUCH a toilet - there are countless cities on the globe where such blessed places still exist.. And, if earlier, when visiting other cities, I immediately bought a local map and studied where the parks were and figured out where such a toilet could be to be, and where not... I was looking for large parks, and found them! .. Now, sites like onanist correspondence with sufferers from other cities, asking men and women in a new city where the toilet is,
annoyance that they advise you to go to those bushes over there. Fuck, they don’t understand shit at all, why am I asking! Although there were times when I was not far from the toilet I was looking for, I met the SAME Romantics and already from the glances at the slippery glance, I understood that it was unclean. More precisely, here it is! And I blushed and turned pale, at first, I walked in the other direction, because... I already understood that the man would follow me and... And then he started talking brazenly, engaging in verbal masturbation, exhibitionism, asking things like, “Are there any men there?” Such a neutral, but understandable question. Then I started asking women where the toilet was in the park, and when they answered me about the bushes, I answered meaningfully that I was interested in toilets where there were men. And if that’s what I mean, I continued: “..where do men do business.” And if they asked “what?” (although they immediately began to guess, but it was too late - the exhibitionist was already carried away), then I answered, looking down, that I was on a business trip, I was faithful to my wife, but I needed to somehow discharge myself, .. . Sometimes he kept his hand in his pocket and meaningfully slowly caressed his front. And it happened several times that he walked there at a fast pace - every second was a road and another man hurried there on a parallel course. And the park is empty, dark, the man also spoke in mine? ]question? and so after just a couple of sentences it was clear who we were, why and where we were going. But it was interesting to play such a game - when everyone understands everything, but enjoys the conversation of naive boys. ..So one day I was wandering in the park (already in Chel.) – the snow was fluffy, the paths in the park were muddy and only trampled in the area of ​​the toilet. It’s almost night, suddenly I see a guy of about 30, who appeared out of nowhere, walking, enjoying the summer sun and listening to the birds - this is the impression in this darkness of a frosty evening. Once he passed by, twice, a third time we turned to each other on a narrow path and clung to each other... Don’t think about it - we just couldn’t resist and part ways on the path. And now we are devoutly crawling with our fronts, then we unbutton each other convulsively, our members are resting against each other and against our thighs, and suddenly the roar of a bear (the forest is adjacent to the park!) - this guy began to descend with a roar. Just now the snow did not fly off the pines due to the ringing. And I descend from fear. Quiet watch and stormy end.