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As requested, my stories about getting caught and catching others. Post replies here or send e-mail.
I was 11 or 12 when my parents sent me to summer camp for the first time. The morning that they were going to drive me out to camp, my Mom and I were sitting in the car with the engine idling. Dad had disappeared into the house at the last minute, and Mom sent me to look for him. I looked everywhere but the master bedroom, so I went there and walked silently down the long hall leading to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. The bathroom door was not shut all the way, and through the crack in the door I could see my Dad. Not all of him, just his lap, and he was slowly masturbating. I was surprised to discover that he had foreskin, which he slowly peeled back from the head and then moved forward again. Knowing that my Mom could enter at any moment, I silently walked back to the far end of the hallway and called to Dad, telling him that Mom was getting impatient. He flushed the toilet and came running out. I don't think he finished jacking off, and I'm sure he never knew that I saw what he was doing. That was the only time I caught him, unfortunately.
A few years later I was caught by my little sister just as I was about to cum. The feelings were so overwhelming that I didn't want to stop, so I kept jacking. But I was also pissed off that she had come in my room without knocking, so I told her to get the hell out. She hesitated, then left. By then the spell was broken so I quit jacking and never did cum (on that occasion, anyway). Later I talked to her about it, told her that it was just something that boys had to do, just like girls had to menstruate. She seemed to buy it, and promised not to tell Mom and Dad what she'd seen.
My older brother and I shared a large bedroom with a flimsy partition down the middle. Late at night I used to spy on him as he masturbated by holding a little mirror next to one end of the partition. I always wanted to join him, but it never happened. I let him catch me once. He came out of the bathroom after showering, and I lay back on my bed pumping my dick. He turned around and walked out. I had only one other opportunity...many nights after he'd fallen asleep studying, I'd get up and turn off his radio and the lamp next to his bed. One night I went in and found that he'd purposely left the fly of his boxers wide open, probably to tempt me. But I was sleepy and pissed off at him, so I just looked at this dick and let him sleep.
After college I shared an apartment with a distant cousin for a few months. One night I was watching porno on the TV when he came home from work a few hours early. I managed to get the tape out of the VCR and was waddling toward my bedroom with my pants around my ankles when he came through the door and burst out laughing. Some weeks later I found his well-used cumrag, which surprised me because he was a bartender and frequently brought home girls to fuck. Had I known he was a jackoff fanatic I might have suggested doing it together.
Later I shared a house with a good friend from high school days. One afternoon he came home and, not realizing that I was also home, put some porno in the VCR and started jacking off. From my room I could hear him muttering to himself, so I went to the living room and saw him beating off. He was 3/4 turned away from me and didn't see me. He stood right in front of the TV and shot his wad all over the screen. Then I made a crack about the TV screen always being dirty. He spun around and turned fifty shades of red. We talked about it later, and we both realized that there was really nothing to hide. After that we would jack off together once in a while, which was great. He also used to make videotapes of himself jacking off and leave them in the VCR for me to watch. I still have the tapes.