I don't have a computer of my own so I use the public library's system. My net surfing experiences were limited and I was, to a great degree ignorant to the delightful images and text, which can be retrieved thru the net. It didn't take long to become knowledgeable of the wonders available to the public through this medium.
The computers are located in small booths with solid walls that come to a level just below your shoulder as you sit at the monitor. The rest of the way up is glass partitions. You can see in to other booths and vice a versa, therefore people next to you can see what material you are viewing. This beginning the case I would try to use the booth on Saturday mornings as soon as the facility opened. I couldn't wait to get to some favorite sites (sorry I didn't know of your site at the time), the anticipation building with every site I would enter.
As I found sites that fit my tastes the tension in my penis would grow and grow and grow. At first the sensations created by my penis rubbing against my clothes was sufficiently satisfying and rocking side to side. It gave enough stimulation to keep me happy (no ejaculation, yet).
Who would have thought this activity would not be enough? Yes my activities took a normal progress to full blown masturbation. Yes, there in the glass cubicle with librarians, at times, no more than three feet away and making eye contact.
With the forbidden nature of the material beginning viewed on the monitor and the librarians so close, the situation made for an intense ejaculation. The semen flew at least two feet to the back wall of the booth in a succession of five strong, pulsating squirts.
On succeeding visits I have hoped to encounter a partner in another booth, but no luck to this point. I'll keep you informed.