Getting caught Masturbatin in the staff bathroom

[Anonymous]

uhuh. you might notta gotten caught for it, but you did it in the forbidden bathroom. bitch. especially when giving back as a privileged front desk person. I forget what they called when they gave out privileges to kids who went to the front to do intakes and take calls and shit. But as janitor I sure as shit made every opportunity to wack off in that shit hole. sometimes I even passed the fuck out.

[Gah]

That is um sick!

[Anonymous]

i think its awesome. i mean this person was really able to blow off some steam in there, to the point they passed out (lol).

[Gah]

[ This Message was edited by: Gah on 2006-03-06 22:36 ]

[Anonymous]

runner is the one with front desk privileges

[Anonymous]

On 2006-03-06 21:52:00, Anonymous wrote:

"uhuh. you might notta gotten caught for it, but you did it in the forbidden bathroom. bitch. especially when giving back as a privileged front desk person. I forget what they called when they gave out privileges to kids who went to the front to do intakes and take calls and shit. But as janitor I sure as shit made every opportunity to wack off in that shit hole. sometimes I even passed the fuck out."

 :nworthy:  :nworthy:

[Anonymous]

So did you leave your wad on the wall? That would have been the ultimate topper
That dried crusty flakey cum spot on the wall noone else really notices
You could also go back and flake the dried semen off and put it in your host bros food  :tup:

[Froderik]

Listen I have to say to whoever started this thread thank you for the laughs! :lol:

I needed a good laugh this morning and that first post provided it! Keep 'em coming! (no pun intended)

[Anonymous]

On 2006-03-06 21:52:00, Anonymous wrote:

"uhuh. you might notta gotten caught for it, but you did it in the forbidden bathroom. bitch. especially when giving back as a privileged front desk person. I forget what they called when they gave out privileges to kids who went to the front to do intakes and take calls and shit. But as janitor I sure as shit made every opportunity to wack off in that shit hole. sometimes I even passed the fuck out."

 :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:  :flame:

I remember you.  My priviledge was being on clean up that next day.

[Anonymous]

I didn't even hear the  door to the staff bathroom open.  I was too caught up in a masturbatory frenzy, almost about to ejaculate, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.  Startled, I looked over my shouolder to see Miller Newton, smiling approvingly as he reached for the zipper of his trousers.  "Don't let me interrupt", he said.  "Do you mind if I join you?"  I didn't really reply, just sort of grunted, and noticed that I was quickly losing my erection.  Miller Newton noticed this, too, and it pissed him off to no end.  "What, I'm not good enough to circle jerk with?  Is that it? Huh?  You're too cool to masturbate with me, is that how it is, Druggie?"  Man, he was pissed!  He didn't stop "confronting" me while he beat off, just kept at it, masturbating and screaming at me, masturbating and screaming.  It was fucking crazy.  He told me to go back to group, said I couldn't watch him finish until I'd reached 5th Phase.  Later that night, I got started over, supposedly for something my host brother did, but I think I know the real reason.

[Anonymous]

On 2006-03-07 06:00:00, Anonymous wrote:

"So did you leave your wad on the wall? That would have been the ultimate topper

That dried crusty flakey cum spot on the wall noone else really notices

You could also go back and flake the dried semen off and put it in your host bros food  :wave:

[Anonymous]

Oh. The reason I brought up the whole jackoff thing in the staff bathroom was because I got caught in there. Christine Hartel, now her last name is Woodard she got married a few years back. But she was a real group hound, aside from Liz Gay, Christine Hartel was the bitchiest ass of all staff and she loved to get loud. Well, I was passed out and she came near the door one day while I was on clean up. I guess my radar was on just enough that I woke up as she was coming in. Pants were down,

"Bwup, Oope, ...Be right out just cleaning up in here."

She hurriedly walked away saying some shit like I shouldn't be in there. Later on I think I fucked up by confronting a guy named John G. in group for using the staff bathroom. Well, when Christine heard me busting on him for it, she had something to say to me. I played it off because I was on clean up duty, but the truth is I couldn't remember ever really 'using' the bathroom for needs other than ones that weren't normally discussed in general.

Fuck you Christine, I wish you had gotten some splooj on your face before I passed out.

[Anonymous]

Christine Elwood was her maiden name.  I think she married Troy Hartel.  Maybe she went back to her maiden name or got remarried.  She had a sister Shelly Elwood.

[Anonymous]

On 2006-03-07 11:07:00, Anonymous wrote:

"I didn't even hear the  door to the staff bathroom open.  I was too caught up in a masturbatory frenzy, almost about to ejaculate, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat.  Startled, I looked over my shouolder to see Miller Newton, smiling approvingly as he reached for the zipper of his trousers.  "Don't let me interrupt", he said.  "Do you mind if I join you?"  I didn't really reply, just sort of grunted, and noticed that I was quickly losing my erection.  Miller Newton noticed this, too, and it pissed him off to no end.  "What, I'm not good enough to circle jerk with?  Is that it? Huh?  You're too cool to masturbate with me, is that how it is, Druggie?"  Man, he was pissed!  He didn't stop "confronting" me while he beat off, just kept at it, masturbating and screaming at me, masturbating and screaming.  It was fucking crazy.  He told me to go back to group, said I couldn't watch him finish until I'd reached 5th Phase.  Later that night, I got started over, supposedly for something my host brother did, but I think I know the real reason. "

You too?  Let me tell you a similar story........

 Miller Newton touched my junk liberally. He strapped me in to his Straightmobile and he
couldn't keep his offensive hands off of me. He was performing many red flag touches. I
couldnt believe what the fuck was going on. I told Miller Newton the city would not approve
of a millionaire touching an underage kid for free. Can you believe it? Miller Newton did all this. He picked me off the street, strapped my arms and legs down in the Straightmobile's passenger seat, and just wouldn't stop fondling my cock'n'balls.
They definately were red flag touches. The goddamn referee he had in the back seat kept on
raising up this red flag every time he touched my junk but did "Dr." Newton care? NO WAY! He
just kept on doing it. I couldn't believe what the fuckwas going on, indeed. I pleaded with
Miller Newton but to no avail. I told him the city would not approve of such a wealthy man
touching an underage kid like me (at the time I was 13) without at least compensating me for
the trauma and the use of my body as his own personal plaything.
This got to him, worrying about his image. he continued to fondle me, all the while ignoring
the referee's red flags. Then he drove the Straightmobile to my house and ejected the seat I was in! It was amazing. But surprisingly, after I woke up the next morning, my bank account had $150k in it!!! Can you believe it?

[Anonymous]

Did I ever mention the time I fucked Miller's wife, Ruth? I was on 3rd phase and going to school at Mirror Lake in St. Petersburg, when one day, after school, I heard an older female voice call from behind me. I turned around, surprised to see Ruth Newton.
"I'm giving you a ride today", she said, flashing that sexy smile of hers and indicating a large Cadillac with tinted windows.
"Thanks Mrs. Newton. I love you, Mrs. Newton", I replied, holding her door open for her. I went around to the other side of the car and was shocked to see a bottle of Cutty Sark and a couple of shot glasses in plain sight, right next to a tray of sensimilla and a mirror with two fat, white rails laid out on it.
"Don't be nervous" she said, "we'll just have a little party here. It'll be our little secret." She uncapped the Cutty and took a long pull, then passed me the bottle. I tilted my head back for a long draw of scotch, and heard her snorting up a line as I felt her hand groping at my cock and balls. I took another deep draw from the bottle as fear, revulsion ,and a sick sense of desire filled me.
"It's OK" she said, "here--do a line"
I took the mirror she handed me, and the rolled up $100 bill, and bent down to see my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror as she unzipped my pants.
"I've never done coke before" I said, kind of nervously.
"Oh, that's not cocaine, silly boy, that's PCP. It's very decadent. Miller and I like to do it when we watch bestiality movies we made on our honeymoon".
"Oh", I said, feeling my dick reluctantly getting hard to her touch and a buzzing noise in my head.
"Why don't you roll us a joint?" she said, right before she bent down and swollowed my engorged prick and began skillfully fellating me.
"Sure" I said, feeling hazy yet strangely aroused as she continued inhaling my shaft.
Suddenly she stopped sucking, sat up, and told me to light up the joint I had barely been able to roll. As I lit it up and took a deep toke into my lungs, she pulled down the black polyester slacks she was wearing to reveal that she had no panties on. She took the joint from me, hit it a couple of times, thenthrew herself over the seat, with her ass in the air.
"FUCK ME ! FUCK ME IN THE ASS LIKE THE SLUT I AM!" she screamed, and I plunged my drug-crazed dick into her bung hole, feeling her convulse with joy as I buried my dick in her ass.
She passed the joint back to me and I hit it again and again as I continued probing her anus with my johnson. Sweat poured down my face and I continued to pump her butt as I wiped the perspiration of my forehead. She began screaming again, making wild animal noises, and just as I was about to cum, she yelled out "Look over your shoulder RIGHT NOW!"
Startled, I did as she said, and what I saw when I did was a sight I will never foget. Over my shoulder I saw Miller Newton, dressed in a torn Girl Scout uniform, furiously masturbating himself as he watched us. Then he pulled out a bible, and opened it up so he could ejaculate within it's pages.
I guess it was the PCP, maybe the weed, or the scotch, but I statred laughing. Ruthie slapped me across the face and said " You just got yourself a 3-day Away From Home, Druggie".