Window Masturbation: My Favorite Sport?
by JSVnaked
During a recent online chat, one fan asked if I enjoyed masturbating in close proximity to open windows and, if so, how often I've done it. My answer to the first question was an enthusiastic and unequivocal 'yes', but the second drew a complete blank. Definitely more than dozens. No, it would have to be in the hundreds. Maybe five hundred. It couldn't be in the thousands... could it?
Though unknowable, this truth is not imponderable. His question made me think about the kinks I enjoy: why I enjoy them, how I enjoy them, what or whom may have inspired them and, more interestingly, their moment of genesis.
My very first ejaculation occurred at the objectively advanced age of twelve. Feeling abnormally lascivious one morning, I had feigned illness to stay home from school with the singular goal of playing with my penis until at least mid-afternoon. Once family members had departed for work and school my scheme engaged.
Stripped naked, I made my way to our family room and the overstuffed comfiness of one large couch facing our front window with its yard and street view. Neighbors were all at work and not a concern. I alternated playing with my penis and balls, determined to enjoy myself and my naked day.
Two or three hours into my fun my penis was still hard and I would lay back, completely relaxed, massaging my penis. I had never noticed before, but it kept feeling better and better, as though some kind of pressure was building. I kept going. Unaware of what 'edging' even was, I was nevertheless doing it fairly well. As I played, another unknown -orgasm- was getting closer and closer to the point of no return.
Remember those neighbors all at work? Seems I forgot one guy... the postman!
At this point, "wankus-interruptus" is not a viable option, and he's heading up the walk to put letters in the mailbox just outside the window I'm fully exposed at.
Can't stop though... what an incredible new feeling!
Directly in front of the window, he turns his head and is understandably surprised to see a teenage boy furiously masturbating in front of him.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night may stay these couriers.
(and an inaugural sexplosion brought swift completion to my own appointed rounds!)
Almost a religious experience at the age of twelve, this "fap-mitzva" was more than a step toward manhood, it was a lodestar - literally and figuratively the seminal event to define my sexual development and arouse its fetishes.
In one instant, no less than six elements converged to set themselves in stone as my lifelong kinks:
All my kinks happened all at once!
* * *
BACK TO THE BEGINNING... Ultimately, the fan question about window wanks resulted in me relating a story about my first cum, which he seemed to enjoy. In my own mind, that story brought back images of my 1978 family home. Then I started listing all my previous residences and many more previously half-forgotten naked adventures came back. Each of those apartments, condominiums and houses saw many naked shows at windows, on balconies, upon rooftops or in front yards.
The FLASHPOINTS blog series tells the exhibitionism story, but with images of the actual places I lived so the reader can feel part of the story. It's not like these stories happened last summer... my age thirteen is now four decades ago! So before any more decades pass I had best write down as many of these exhibitionism experiences as I can for you to enjoy. Stay tuned!
J
by JSVnaked
During a recent online chat, one fan asked if I enjoyed masturbating in close proximity to open windows and, if so, how often I've done it. My answer to the first question was an enthusiastic and unequivocal 'yes', but the second drew a complete blank. Definitely more than dozens. No, it would have to be in the hundreds. Maybe five hundred. It couldn't be in the thousands... could it?
Though unknowable, this truth is not imponderable. His question made me think about the kinks I enjoy: why I enjoy them, how I enjoy them, what or whom may have inspired them and, more interestingly, their moment of genesis.
My very first ejaculation occurred at the objectively advanced age of twelve. Feeling abnormally lascivious one morning, I had feigned illness to stay home from school with the singular goal of playing with my penis until at least mid-afternoon. Once family members had departed for work and school my scheme engaged.
Stripped naked, I made my way to our family room and the overstuffed comfiness of one large couch facing our front window with its yard and street view. Neighbors were all at work and not a concern. I alternated playing with my penis and balls, determined to enjoy myself and my naked day.
Two or three hours into my fun my penis was still hard and I would lay back, completely relaxed, massaging my penis. I had never noticed before, but it kept feeling better and better, as though some kind of pressure was building. I kept going. Unaware of what 'edging' even was, I was nevertheless doing it fairly well. As I played, another unknown -orgasm- was getting closer and closer to the point of no return.
At this point, "wankus-interruptus" is not a viable option, and he's heading up the walk to put letters in the mailbox just outside the window I'm fully exposed at.
Can't stop though... what an incredible new feeling!
Directly in front of the window, he turns his head and is understandably surprised to see a teenage boy furiously masturbating in front of him.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night may stay these couriers.
(and an inaugural sexplosion brought swift completion to my own appointed rounds!)
Almost a religious experience at the age of twelve, this "fap-mitzva" was more than a step toward manhood, it was a lodestar - literally and figuratively the seminal event to define my sexual development and arouse its fetishes.
In one instant, no less than six elements converged to set themselves in stone as my lifelong kinks:
- walking around naked whenever possible;
- edging / prolonged masturbation;
- jerking off in front of open window;
- exhibitionism in front of somebody else;
- getting caught; and
- ejaculation
All my kinks happened all at once!
* * *
BACK TO THE BEGINNING... Ultimately, the fan question about window wanks resulted in me relating a story about my first cum, which he seemed to enjoy. In my own mind, that story brought back images of my 1978 family home. Then I started listing all my previous residences and many more previously half-forgotten naked adventures came back. Each of those apartments, condominiums and houses saw many naked shows at windows, on balconies, upon rooftops or in front yards.
The FLASHPOINTS blog series tells the exhibitionism story, but with images of the actual places I lived so the reader can feel part of the story. It's not like these stories happened last summer... my age thirteen is now four decades ago! So before any more decades pass I had best write down as many of these exhibitionism experiences as I can for you to enjoy. Stay tuned!
J
