At school I'd masturbate in one of the stalls in the boys' room. When I'd go to the mall, I'd masturbate in one of the public men's room stalls.
My name is Don Mueller. Donny to just about everyone. In the small town I lived, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. Why did I masturbate? I guess all boys masturbate. I don't know how often or what the average is, but I guess that I jerk off three or four times a day; almost every day. Sometimes more. Naturally, that fourth or fifth time there wasn't much cum, but the first time, damn, I must have shot three or four big ones.
Sometimes I had to stop because I rubbed my cock so hard and so often that I developed a sore; usually under my circumcised cockhead.
Why did I masturbate so much? Maybe it was because I didn't have a girlfriend. I didn't have a girlfriend because I was shy. I didn't have a girlfriend because I was big for my age and I was way over weight. I didn't play sports or have any hobbies, unless you count watching porn.
I masturbated while I watched porn. In bed, I jerked off fantasizing about Cindy Mattews who was the most beautiful girl in school and who wouldn't even look twice at someone like me.
I never got caught when I masturbated in public places until I did.
The problem started at school my senior year. I'd just turned eighteen. I used the bathroom while the school's championship football team was playing. No one was around because they were all watching the game. The whole town was watching the game. I went into a stall, dropped my pants to my ankles and started. Usually, I was quiet when I jerked off. If I was in a public place, of course I was quiet. If my parents were home, I was quiet, but if they were out, I'd moan loudly as I stroked it and when I came.
Here in the boys' room, with no one around, I didn't think I was loud, but I was moaning, and thinking of Cindy Matthews. "Yeah, Cindy, fuck me just like that. You have the most beautiful tits and no one fucks like you." I was moaning and stroking my cock faster and faster.
And then it happened.
The stall door opened, and Mrs. Ferguson, the janitor lady was standing there. "Donny!!!!"
"Mrs. Ferguson?" Like I said, my pants were down by my ankles and my stiff cock was in my hand.
"Donny, no one is supposed to be in here."
"I-I-I. . . " And then I just spurted. I spurted on the stall door. "Awww, awww, aww," I moaned involuntarily. I couldn't help myself. I shot all over the door of the stall.
Mrs. Ferguson just stared. She was a black woman; I'd guess in her fifties. She'd been at the school as long as I could remember. Her husband had also been a custodian here until he died a few years ago.
"Donny, I'll come back in a few minutes to clean. You should go back to the game."
I was so embarrassed. I pulled my pants up. I didn't even bother to clean up the ‘evidence.' I was blushing as I left the boys' room. I rushed passed Mrs. Ferguson who was waiting for me to leave so she could finish her work. I'm sure my face was bright red.
After the game, I went home to bed. Of course, I jerked off, still thinking of the lovely Cindy Mattews. Back at the game, maybe it was me, but I was certain Cindy's cheerleader top looked tighter than before. Had those beauties grown? I could only fantasize about them with my hand stroking my cock under the blankets.
I'd almost forgotten about the incident with Mrs. Ferguson by the time I got to school Monday morning.
It didn't take long for me to be reminded. When I opened my locker, there was a note taped to the inside: "after school stop in the custodian's office.-Mrs. Vivian Ferguson"
It was only then that I remembered. Was I in trouble? Who did Mrs. Ferguson tell?
Did you ever have one of those days where time seems to stand still?
That's how Monday at school was. I don't remember anything about any of my classes. What I do remember was standing in that stall in the boys' room with my pants around my ankles. My hard cock in my hand when Mrs. Ferguson opened the door.
Finally, it was 2:30 and I was knocking on the custodian's door. Mrs. Vivian Ferguson's door. "Come in." I opened the door.
"Donny, I'm so glad you decided to come. That was a very impressive show that you put on the other day."
I could not have been any redder. Redder than when she caught me. "Ummm, Mrs. Ferguson, I'm so sorry, I didn't think anyone was around. Everyone was at the game."
"Your apology is a start, but it's not enough. Here's my address. Come by Friday about 6." She handed me a slip of paper.
"Ah, ah, yes, ma'am. Friday about 6."
"Donny, it won't go well for you if you don't show up. One more thing, leave that thing alone all week."
I got redder. Of course, I knew what she meant. I didn't think it was possible, but I'd do whatever Mrs. Ferguson wanted. Or at least try. I mean, you could say she had me by the balls.
TO BE CONTINUED
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