Have any of you ever masturbated with a showerhead and led to an orgasm with the stream of water? I think this was probably the first time I ever had an orgasm before I even knew it to be even associated with “the act of sex”. I told about this in some previous posts when I showered in the pool’s bathroom. It was truly masturbation in its most innocent form. I have different circumstances and was looking for a real challenge, but I feel as though once I get rewired, I could probably go back to just using water pressure, I genuinely enjoy the sensation and have brought myself to orgasm many times even while I was watching porn on a regular basis.
At this time when I was living with my grandparents last week. They had a shower attachment that would clamp onto the tub faucet. It was an accidental discovery for me to see how intensely pleasurable it was for me to hold the stream of water on the glans of my penis. It scared me, in fact. I had a sort of instinctual feeling that something (I knew not what) was going to happen if I kept it up. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out what would happen. Over a week’s practice or so, I built up the courage to stand it; actually, I remember being quite scared, but making a ruthless decision that I would press on even if it killed me; it felt that good! I didn’t know what happened, either, when I came, and I, too, though I had exploded. Then I saw clumps of my semen in the tub, and–after a short panic–figured it out; I’d had orgasm only with water. 🍆💦
Today, right after the final bell, I headed straight to the local swimming pool. It’s not too far from school—about a 700-meter walk. As soon as I walked in, the smell of chlorine hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve always competed outdoors, so I never really noticed it this strong before. It was kind of overwhelming, but in a weirdly familiar way.
I dropped my bag and plopped down on the bleachers. A few of the guys from the team started trickling in from the locker room. We only have a boys’ team, and I think there were around 15 of us there today. Everyone was wearing those tiny swimsuits—Speedos, I think they’re called? They’re basically like low-slung nylon briefs, kinda like… well, you know. Let’s just say they leave very little to the imagination. Some of the guys were definitely showing off more than others, if you catch my drift. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was in the right place, haha.
During practice, I couldn’t help but notice how some of the guys looked standing on the starting blocks. A couple of them were, uh, really filling out their suits, if you know what I mean. Like, it was almost distracting how much they were pushing the limits of those waistbands. Not gonna lie, I kinda liked it. Maybe a little too much.
Anyway, practice went pretty well overall. I’m still getting used to the whole swimming pool vibe, but it’s cool being part of the team. Definitely an interesting day, to say the least.
You know sometimes in public toilets, there’s either a hole at groin level or there used to be before the council filled it in. You’d put your cock through the hole and some stranger would such you off. It was so exciting to learn this, and the idea of stranger sex gave me an instant boner. Anyway, I got sidetracked. I decided to keep an eye on anyone going into these rooms at lunchtime. I saw a guy go into this restroom and didn’t come out and then a guy looks around, go into the room next door, and shut the door. 10 minutes later he comes out looking a bit flushed in the face.
This afternoon was one of those days where I felt a whirlwind of emotions-confusion, loneliness, and, well, let’s just say I was really horny. It’s not something I usually talk about openly, but I think it’s important to be honest with myself and reflect on the moments that catch me off guard. Life has a way of throwing unexpected situations at you, and today was no exception.
I was at the mall, minding my own business, when nature called. I headed to the restroom, only to find all the urinals occupied. No big deal, I thought, and made my way to the last stall. It was tucked against the wall, with another stall next to it, separated by a thin plywood divider. As I stood there, doing my thing, I noticed something unusual-a small hole in the wall, about two inches in diameter. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe it was just wear and tear, or someone had damaged it. But then, as I was finishing up, something happened that completely caught me off guard.
I’ve masturbated in public on numerous occasions, yet I’ve never been caught, or at least, no one has ever confronted me about it. I’m drawn to the thrill of being in a place where there’s a theoretical risk of getting caught, but in reality, the chances are very slim. I wouldn’t mind if a stranger wanted to watch me masturbate; I’d gladly do so in front of them. However, I understand most people don’t want to stumble upon such a scene, so I choose my locations carefully, ensuring I can keep an eye out to avoid detection. It’s all about the thrill for me, without imposing on others.
Sometimes, I take a bath in our garden pool, which isn’t huge but has this awesome rock waterfall that tumbles lazily into a small pond in our backyard. It’s like our own little haven, especially when we’re in the pool surrounded by rocks and plants that give it a natural look. You can walk half-naked and carefree over to the waterfall beside the pool or step into the shallow water of the little pond at the base of the man-made falls, before the pool, and just sit down. Let’s dive in, the water’s great!
Life in this rural area has its charm, especially with that little creek nearby. There’s this perfect spot where the creek bends sharply, creating a deep pool that’s just made for swimming.
I went swimming at the public pool this afternoon, and something happened that I never expected. I walked into the bathroom to change, and at first, everything seemed normal. But then, while I was peeing, I heard whispers from the stall next to me. I froze when I realized what was happening, two guys were in there, and from the sounds of it, they weren’t just talking. I heard one of them say, “Get on your knees,” and then… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t hard to figure out what they were doing.
I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to leave immediately, but another part was weirdly fascinated. I’ve never seen or heard anything like that in real life before. I mean, I’ve read stuff online and heard jokes at school, but this was different. It felt so… intense. And risky. What if someone walked in?
I stayed quiet, perched on the toilet like an idiot, until they finished and left. My heart was pounding the whole time. When I finally went back to the pool area, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was that normal? Do people actually do that in public?
It’s strange how something like that can mess with your head. A few months ago, I didn’t even know what gay sex was, and now I’ve accidentally overheard it happening right next to me. I don’t know if I’m shocked, curious, or just confused. Maybe all three. I guess this is just another weird part of growing up—realizing how much happens in the world that you never even think about until it’s right in front of you (or, in this case, right next to you in a bathroom stall).
I have to confess that I do like showing my briefs. I like pretending that I am doing it unwittingly though I know very well what my intention was. When the mood strikes and I feel that I would like to pull pants down and take some pictures of my underwear, but very, very, seldom do I ever purposely allow anyone to see them then.
Some enjoyable moments 