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Caught in the Cock Trap: My Unintentional Exhibitionism

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Caught in the Cock Trap: My Unintentional Exhibitionism by MaxI’ve always had a fascination for squeezing my cock and balls through small holes and then masturbating. I can’t explain it. I think it started when I was a teenager and I used to kneel backwards on a slat chair and pull my goodies through the narrow gap in the slats in the chair back. Then I discovered metal rings. I still enjoy experimenting with seeing how small a ring I can get my frank and beans into (and back out – of course).I have always thought it would be a kick to cut a hole through a sheet of plywood just large enough to do my thing, by reaching one hand around to the genitalia spilling out the other side. But I never quite got around to it. Until…Several years ago I was working in a downtown high-rise. I often worked very long, stressful hours and before driving home I sometimes needed to drain off the stress with a bit of the ol’ meat stretching. On night I decided to walk down the stairs to the restroom on another floor for privacy, since several of my co-workers were also working late. The floor I ended up on was under construction. They were putting up some kind of thin paneling over a service space behind the wall at the end of the hall next to the elevator. As I came around the corner toward the restroom something caught my attention. In one of the panels there was a round hole – about 1 ½ inches diameter- apparently meant for a button or plug or something. It was just about waist high and as luck would have it there was a small access panel about a foot away from it. The panel had a hinged door but was also open to the service space behind.Well, I couldn’t help but be intrigued. Making sure I was alone, I zipped down and plopped ‘em out. The hole was a bit low, but by spreading my legs a bit I could get my pubic area on level with it. I dropped my pants and found that I could get my arm through the access panel just enough to grab my unit and pull it through the hole. It looked like I might be able to just get my balls through if I hurried and did it before I got an erection that would fill up too much of the space. The ludicrous mental image of my naked ass humped up against that wall with my pants on the floor made me chuckle. All I could think was, "Why the hell do I do things like this?"Then a thought struck me. I could get behind the panel, with my dick and balls poking out into the hallway. Imagine how that would look from the outide! I shuffled around to the closet door that opened into the service space and quickly found my position. I had to hurry because the anticipation was getting me stiff. Balls first, and gently. I had to push some of my scrotum through the hole from behind the wall with one hand and tug on it with the hand that reached around through the access panel opening: just barely enough room to reach. This pretty much filled the hole but with a good deal of pushing and pulling my cock was soon through and rapidly swelling to what felt like majestic proportions. I just stood there a moment pushing against the panel, feeling the blood gush into flesh-fruit that dangled on the other side. I relished the image of my package hanging out there in open space like some kind of grotesque wall ornament and the effect it would have if I’d chosen to do this during rush hour. It didn’t take long before I felt the frenzy coming on. I reached one hand through the access panel and started stroking. Under the constriction of the small hole, my dick was as hard as throbbing steel and I could feel every vein popping out along its shaft. My balls felt like huge meat grapes with my drum-tight scrotum stretched over them. I could imagine that the whole package must be turning a lovely purple color about now. Although I was stroking lightly I was only moments from coming when – horror of horrors!- the elevator, just twenty feet away. dinged and the doors started to slide open. I froze. I tried to pull out, but it was like trying to pull a rope with a knot in it through a small hole. There were voices now laughing and talking. Women. Spanish. I thought the fear would soften my up and hopefully I could pull out in time. But the tourniquet effect of juicy things constricted at one end kept everything plump and tight. I wasn’t discovered right away. I could hear the women moving around, pulling something on wheels. Then something totally unexpected started happening. For some reason, the terror of the situation made my balls tingle like mad and my dick kept right on throbbing. I was actually turned on by the situation! A minute or two went by. The intruders were moving around, unseen by me, joking and laughing until suddenly one of them let out a faint scream. There was a flurry of movement followed by gasps and harsh whispers. I had been spotted. Well, parts of me anyway. And I can only imagine the visual impact it must have had.There was an interminably long pause. Through a tiny gap between two wall panels I could see shadows and white shoes. Cleaning ladies. At least it wasn’t the grumpy old janitor. It must have been the two Cuban girls that clean the water fountains and restrooms. I think they were sisters, kind of plump but with an innocent-yet-nasty look about them. Then the voice of a young woman timidly asked a question, apparently to me. I don’t understand Spanish. I remained frozen, my cock throbbing, probably visibly. Then the ladies started to giggle and whisper among themselves. Somehow this took the edge off the situation. They were obviously waiting to see what would happen next.Well, I realized I had to get rid of my boner before I could extricate myself, and having this strange, uninvited audience only heightened the urgency. I slipped my hand back out through the access panel and grabbed my cock. The girls giggled excitedly. I started pumping vigorously. Squeals of delight from the girls. That helped! I was still trying to not make any sound, but it was difficult! I was trembling and involuntarily humping, which caused the whole wall panel to shake. A massive ball of energy was collecting in my loins. I couldn’t remember ever having felt this excited. When I came it was explosive! With the pressure the hole made against my cock I could feel the semen pumping in high-pressure squirts through the constriction. I knew this sensation from earlier experiments and I knew that I was spraying like a squirt-gun on the other side of the wall as a result. The girls squealed and applauded! I stood there panting, wondering what to do next. Outside the girls started talking in subdued and excited tones. There was a flurry of movement and then I heard them scurry off down the hall, mercifully, pulling their cleaning cart with them. A door opened and closed and I was alone.After a minute or two I was able to extricate myself from the hole in the wall and tremblingly pull up my pants. I stuck my head out of the access closet. I was alone. I hurried toward the stairway, but remembering that I had just sprayed the floor with cum, I turned around, pulling my ever-useful kleenex out of my pocket to wipe it up.To my amazement the spray of cum was no where to be seen. That scene from ‘There’s Something About Mary’ flashed across my mind for a moment. And then, stunned, I realized what had happened: the cleaning girls had wiped it up for me!

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