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My life as a jack off artist

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by iLoefric I live in a sub-city of Miami, Florida called Kendall. I've lived here for about 6 years now. I first started masturbating about the age of 8 believe it or not.My kid brother and I used to be babysat by this white teenage brother and sister. The brother used to have the sister put on little strip tease shows for us. She would come out in a nighty, or her bra and panties and dance doing flashing glimpses of her nipples and pussy to us. A lot of times she would lay a blanket down on the floor and get under it completely naked, and let me and my brother crawl underneath to play with her, while her brother would sit in a chair and stroke his big hairy cock in front of all of us. This would go on for a couple of hours, since their parents and our parents were on the bowling league together, and usually had a couple of drinks afterwards. One day when I was about 9 and we were at my parents house this time, the brother asks me if I'm a man yet? I asked him what he meant, and he asked me if when I play with myself do I have white stuff come out yet? White stuff I asked? He says jism, sperm, spunk, dick cream. I looked at him like he was crazy. So he takes me into my father's bathroon which was in the back of the house, and tells me that i need help, to make dick cream. So he grabs a bar of soap and turns on the water and lathers up his hands. Then he proceds to drop his pants and out comes his hairy one eyed-willy. he tells me to do what he does, so I drop my pants and out comes my little inch worm pecker, compared to his. Anyway, there the two of us are standing over the sink with soapy hands, and dicks pulling and tugging for 15 minutes. I look in the mirror at our reflection and I watching as he starts bucking his hips back and forth, and making little grunt noises. I don't get it yet, so I try to imatate what hes doing but to no avail. Then he starts breathing real hard, and starts standing on his tip toes, and out comes this gooey white stuff all over the counter, some on the mirror and some even hits my arm. I remember feeling how hot it felt. After he recovers himself he looks over to me and asks if I felt anything and I said no. He says keep practicing, I've been doing so ever since. Now on the the subject at hand. I really can't recall when I started enjoying jacking off in public. I can remember being in the 5th grade and having a dream that I was at recess and somehow all my clothes were ripped off and I'm running around the playground naked as the day i was born, and enjoying the feeling of emBARE-ASSment, and excitement. I guess its the shock value that gives me such a thrill. The shock that others receive not mine. The shock/intrigue that comes across the face of so many "accidental" voyuers, is the biggest rush. The amazing part of the whole experience is the need to find more daring ways to accidently get caught. I remember going into department stores, and standing in front of the mirrors stark naked with dick and hand, and stroking myself, with long slow stokes to prolong the sensation, and hoping to myself, I wonder if this is a two way mirror. Is there a bored security person on the other side of this glass watching me pleasure myself, thinking that they have stolen a private moment from me, when in reallty I want them to look. The feel of the cold glass against the under side of my dick, as I'd press it up against the mirror has lead to many a strange windex moments for some janitor. >From department stores, I did the walking naked in the backyard thing, and the losing my trunks at the pool thing, but I needed something more. That's when I moved to Miami. Out here there are a lot of parks that have the workout stations, chin-ups bars, dips, balance beams, rope climb, etc., etc..I try to keep myself in some type of shape, since I have a feeling that people will enjoy an in shape body rather than an uncle fester pervert. So I'm at this beautiful outdoor gym areas, that has the jogging path and these different workout stations. This particular park is right in the middle of a residential neighborhood. And has large grass areas where kids have little league soccer, and football practices. About dusk is when the park starts to empty. This is when I go to 'workout'. I'll usually jog a couple of laps around the park for several reasons. One is to check for cops, two is to work up a nice sweat, and get the juices running, and give me an excuse to take off my shirt. My favorite place to toss one is at the chin-up station. This station faces an apartment complex driveway, so anyone entering or exiting has to see me. So since I've already got my shirt off. I start doing a few stretches which gives me the opprutuity to loosen up my shorts. The sun is just setting so there is plenty of light to recognize bodies but not faces until your at least 20 yards away. As I'm stretching I like to let my ebony sword out of the sheath and free itself from underneath my shorts. And the way I position myself is so that as the cars are entering the complex their head lights and beamed right on me. Its all I can do not to reach down and give myself a couple of tugs every now and again just to feel the hardness of my dick in my hand, plus the sensation that any jogger could come by and see me is the ultimate. So after I've loosened up its over to the chin-up bar. I noticed that when I do chin-ups if I tuck my feet under me that my shorts have to drop to my ankles. The feeling of a cool breeze over my sweaty body, and the feeling of exposing myself is all I can stand. As I pull myself up and arch my back, it feels like my dick is about as long and hard as it can possible get. I feel like I could come without even touching it with my hand. Then the greatest sensation ever created envelops me. A car and a jogger go past me with perfect timing. The headlights from the car, are like spot lights and illuminate my body. There is no way I can hide as a jogger jogs by and gets an eyeful. I dropped from the bar and had what looked like an epiliptic fit. That was one of the most extreme nuts I've ever had. The jogger was a white guy about 25 or so and he just shook his head in dis-belief and kept going. I recovered and put my shorts on and trotted back to my car. but once there, I had to get naked again and drive back home and relive that monumental experience.