I like masturbating. I know what you're thinking. All guys do it, and for just one reason: it feels good. For me, masturbation is on a whole other level. You know how a guy can consider the perfect Saturday to be spent watching football? Well, that's how it is for me. I can easily waste away the whole morning with my hand wrapped around my cock. I will tease myself for days without letting myself cum. But the creme de la creme is jacking off where someone might catch me. Nothing turns me on more than knowing that my most private moment may be witnessed by another.
I have been caught a few times by my roommate in college, by my wife, and by total strangers. My most memorable episodes occurred in motels--you know, the ones with the doors and windows facing a walkway outside. While traveling on business, I was passing the evening by enjoying a good porn mag I had picked up in the airport news stand. Stripped down and laying on the bed, I had the curtain opened just a little bit. Passers-by could see me from the right location, but I wasn't blatantly exposed. I lay on my back, stroking my hard cock which got harder every time someone walked by. Before too long, I heard a bunch of guys headed my way. As they approached my room, I continued to slowly stroke. It turns out they had the room next door to mine. Each room was a mirror image of the adjacent one, and our doors were next to each other. The group clustered around the door. I heard on guy call that he was going to get more beer, and the others chatted before they went into the room.
"Hey, check this out!"
One had seen me laying there sliding my hand up and down my hard member. I continued the show, bucking my hips slightly as I jerked.
"What should we do? Should we call somebody?"
I trembled, but kept my hand moving on my pulsing shaft.
"Just let him take care of business."
Several minutes passed before I heard their voices fade and door close, so I have no doubt they continued to observe my show. By now, I was dripping profusely. I don't know how I kept from cumming as they watched. In hindsight, I wish I had busted a nut while they were still there!
As I thought back about the group that had been outside my room, I wondered if they were in their room 'taking care of business'. Did their dicks get hard while they watched me jack off? Did they masturbate as they showered, or perhaps wait until they lay in bed, trying to be secretive and quiet? I soon had an enormous orgasm. I shot ropes of white cum over my chest and stomach, and my whole body quivered with the release. I fell asleep like this, and when I awoke in the morning the remnants immediately reminded me of the previous nights events.
The episode which tops all took place in Tennessee. I chose the bed nearest the window, the curtain open slightly. The bedside lamp was on. I walked by my room to see what others would see. The bottom half of the bed was clearly visible as you passed the room. My cock was already getting hard!
