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If you're a compulsive masturbator like me, you've had moments when you've been sitting in your parked car, with your dick in your hand. I've been in that situation countless times over the years. This is the story of one of my earliest specific memories of masturbating in a car... It was summertime. I was tagging along with my father on one of his business trips. That first day in the hotel room, I was alone for 6 or 7 hours while my dad was in meetings. I was masturbating that whole time. It was amazing. The next day, we got back on the road and drove through his old hometown. We stopped at… Read more

early on, i only took baths. And that's really where it all began. The bathtub is where I became a chronic masturbator. So when I transitioned to taking showers, I saw it as a fun new way to masturbate. The sound of the falling water made it so I could masturbate as aggressively as I wanted, without having to worry about being heard. And there was a nice curve in the shower wall where I would sit down with my back to the curve and I'd spread my legs wide and I'd edge as hard as i could until the hot water ran out. My parents would get on me about it, asking why I was in there so long... "what… Read more

from the day I learned to masturbate, I was hooked. I'm sure within that first week, I became a chronic masturbator and it became a daily habit. But at that age, it wasn't always easy to get the required time alone to fully satisfy my needs, so I would masturbate every single night in the bathtub. I taught myself how to edge out of necessity. I had to find a way to keep going. It felt soo good. But aside from my naughty bathtub fun, some days I wouldn't get any other opportunities to pleasure myself......until bedtime.... while most regular kids would resist their parents… Read more

The Tent... I started early. I've been a chronic masturbator almost as long as I can remember. I did all the regular activities the other boys my age were doing, but I always made some time for daily self pleasure. We had a nice big yard and lots of surrounding nature, which gave me many opportunities to sneak off where nobody could see me. One spring, my parents let me put up our tent way back in the back yard, at least 300 feet behind the house. It was the perfect setup for my naughty fun. I would sneak my mother's Victoria's Secret catalogs and my sister's fashion magazines under my… Read more