The conclusion of a four-part series; read Part One, Part Two, or Part Three.

Getting caught. Oh boy. One day I was going at it, thinking I was alone, so I wasn't being careful about the bed making noise. I climaxed, and as I always did, I lay there on my pillow for a minute rubbing slowly back and forth in the semen, enjoying the last bit of feeling. When I rolled off my pillow, I saw her. My sister, who was 3 1/2 years older than me, was standing in my doorway, watching me intently. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and I couldn't do anything to hide myself. That would have been useless by this time, of course, but that's the natural reaction. I looked down to my crotch, and I realized she had a perfect view of my boner from about 8 feet away, dripping with fresh semen as well as the globs on my pillow. I lay there speechless for what seemed to be an eternity, and she just left. I didn't want to face her ever again, but of course life went on as normal. She never mentioned it, though I was afraid she'd kid me about it. I was never afraid of her telling my parents, though. I was never aware of her masturbating, and never caught her in a compromising situation, though now I realize she probably did it, too.

The second time I got caught was when I was maybe 14. We used to vacation at a beach up in Maine. We had a small cabin with little privacy, so when I felt the urge, I'd usually go up the hill behind the cabin. It was a state park with a bunch of old gun emplacements from WWII, and I'd explore them and find a good spot to lie in the sun naked and masturbate. I had never run into anyone up there, so I was pretty uninhibited. This day I was going at it pretty good, and was close to orgasm, when I sensed someone was nearby. I opened my eyes, and to my horror, there was a park ranger standing only about 15 feet away, watching me. Again things went into slow motion, and I couldn't do anything to hide myself. All he did was say, "Hey, sorry to bother you. Go ahead and finish," as he turned and walked away. I lay there in total embarrassment for a while, with my erection gone limp — but after a few minutes I decided "what the heck" and went back to what I had been doing. For some reason getting caught was a turn on, and I had a great orgasm. I ran into that ranger a couple of times after that, and he acted as though nothing had happened. He just smiled and said "hi" in passing. My face got red and hot each time. I wonder if he was enjoying my discomfort.

The last time I was caught was when I was 17. I worked as a ranger (basically a trail guide) at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. I was surrounded by people most days, so didn't get a chance to masturbate routinely like I did at home. One aspect I liked about my job was that after I left a group (I was with them for 3-4 days), I had 2 days to get back to the main camp by myself, so I'd take great hikes. One of the best parts was the anticipation of being alone and finding a good, secluded place in the mountains to get naked and masturbate at my leisure.

One day I was way back in the backcountry, and had been thinking about it for a couple of hours. I had even stopped to take off my underwear and hike bare in just my shorts, which heightened the anticipation and stimulation of my penis. When I finally found a place I thought promising, I left the trail and went far enough to be out of sight, and I stripped down, lying naked in the sun on my sleeping bag.

I dragged it out for probably a good hour, bringing myself close to orgasm many times, heightening my pleasure. I had a little tube of Vaseline, which made it feel even better, as the hot sun made it thin and slick. I finally let myself ejaculate and spurt all over myself. It was great — until I noticed 2 boys watching me. They were 13 or 14, and how they got to where they were without me knowing is beyond me, especially since I was at least 100 yards off the trail and there was no camp for a couple of miles. But they were standing not far away, watching me. They were both grinning. One of them had his hand in his pants, and I could tell the other had a boner from the bulge in his shorts. They just turned and left without a word, and I got cleaned up and back on the trail.

Later that day I went through one of the many trail camps, and I saw those 2 boys. When they saw me, they came over and said, with a laugh, "Haven't we seen you before?" I was too embarrassed to answer, but one of them let me off the hook by telling me it was okay, what I had been doing was exactly what they had gone there to do, and they did it as soon as I left.

In college I always had a roommate, and finding privacy was difficult. When he was gone for long periods, I would lock the door, get naked, and spend as much time as I thought I had to make love to myself. I can remember some pretty intense orgasms, what with the danger of my roommate coming back earlier than expected. But most of the time I had to do it when he was in the room, which was dicey. I'd wait until I thought he was asleep; then I'd masturbate slowly and quietly under the covers. Since I had to move my hand very slowly, I taught myself some great stimulation techniques, and I had great sessions with myself under those covers.

I know my roommate did the same thing, as I could hear him doing it (which turned me on so I'd do it myself later), but I never had the courage to broach the subject of doing it openly or together. With what I know now, I realize I probably could have without any problem at all, and we could have had a lot of fun together, and I regret not being braver.

Ever since, I have masturbated frequently, averaging probably once a day. Sometimes when I get really horny I do it more (the most I've ever done it is 4 times in one day), but other times I can't do it because I don't have the opportunity to be alone. Most of my masturbation fantasies revolve around my early experiences and endless variations upon those themes, but I particularly enjoy reading other people's experiences posted on various Web sites dedicated to the subject — JackinWorld, allaboutsex.org, and proaxis.com/~solo/. I find the ones that are similar to my own experiences to be highly arousing, and I frequently masturbate to them.

Putting this Biography together was a labor of love, and I hope others enjoy it. I have masturbated many times in the process of writing it, as it has made me organize and verbalize experiences that are key aspects of my life.

Enjoy! And keep at it — I have, and I will!


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