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I just started experimenting with masturbating and was exploring all different feelings. I noticed that the subwoofer to the computer speakers had a pretty nice size hole to accommodate my wiener. So I eagerly lubed it up, pants down to my ankles, knees on the floor and tried to penetrate this beautiful sub-woofer.
She was home that whole time. I tried to cover and say that I was fixing the speakers and she just turned around and never said another word about it. I pulled my pants on and ran down to see that the ceiling had collapsed. Slightly scarred me for a bit.
It was a sleepover. Not sure if the be caused it or something in the soap, but the day after, my dick looked like it belonged in a burn ward. It was horrible; blood-red in most spots and pink in the other. I could pee fine, but the slightest touch would cause my body to tense up because it was so tender. I could barely walk and I was young and too embarrassed to tell my mom.
After a few days of hiding and dealing with horrible pain and having a dick that looked like it belonged to Freddy Krueger, my dick literally began to molt. In panic and shame I stood in the shower, paralyzed by indecision and fear, until the hot water ran out and cold water freed me from the stalwart grip of the plastic horror. Proceeded to cut the part I came in off and eat the rest of the melon because I was high and had the munchies.
I was maybe 17 or 18 years old, and after we got home at 1 am I did what every teen does and whipped it out. I jump underneath my comforter, hoping to cover myself up before he gets to my room, I can hear his footsteps coming at faster than normal speeds. After about a full 2-minute hug, he lets me go and leaves to tell my brother.
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It was about degrees outside, so inside the Porta-Potty is about 20 degrees warmer with the added humidity of piss and shit. One day I was going to town on myself while watching some porno on my iPod. I hear an explosion. So Guys masterbating stories press pause and wait a few seconds to see if I hear another one. jerking off. Shortly after, I hear another and repeat pausing, listening, and resuming.
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So I put on my gear and ran to the rooftop to return fire. She was visiting us and I was in my room doing the deed on myself. The room was totally dark because this was before I watched porn. I have schizophrenia inherited from crazy grandma and would often see shadows and stuff.
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Someone knocked on my door and invited me to the lounge area where people were playing Cards Against Humanity. I groggily threw on a sweatshirt and found the study lounge. The students were arranged in a circle, and I sat just outside of it. I could smell myself, and every time I leaned over to place a card on the table, the people next to me jerked backwards. I was aware of my stench, yet I was too sedated to feel anxious. I kept playing, leaning forward, and I saw a guy discreetly taking a picture of my sweater with his phone. I looked down to see a large cum stain in the center of my sweater.
I played some more, and the smell of cum and body odor grew in its dominance. Still groggy and unfeeling, I excused myself from the lounge and returned to my dorm.
As I arrived, I encountered someone whom I had vaguely known in high school. The stinger is that the people in my dorm were actually nice and smart for the most part. I just kept doing creepy things without knowledge of their creepiness.Guys masterbating stories
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