[Request] Danger Wank

[JProctor37]

These aren't quite proper 'danger wank' stories, as I wasn't in actual danger of someone walking in and seeing me wanking- more like wanking in indiscreet places with people around who might easily have guessed what I was doing. I hope it's still ok to post them.

1) One was from when I was acting in a play at university. For the dress rehearsal, we had only been given one room for 'backstage' to get changed in. Most of the female students in the play went and changed in the toilets, so the men wouldn't see them- but one girl (a 'theatre-girl' type) tried to show how professional she was by getting changed there with the guys. She was quite busty too, so I got a great view of her big boobs in a lacy white bra, and her lacy black knickers as she changed.

I have a thing for women's underwear, so this was a major turn-on for me. Without thinking too clearly, I walked into the men's toilets nearby, went into a cubicle, and had a quick wank- I came into a tissue I had in my pocket. The door of the cubicle was locked, but anyone could have come in and might have heard what I was doing. I bumped into another guy as I was coming out of the toilet, hoping I didn't look too flustered!

2) When I was about 20 I went to a house party at a friend's house, while his parents were away.. We were up drinking til late, and lots of people had brought sleeping bags to sleep on the floor. His house was quite small so that meant that a couple of girls were sleeping on the living room floor with most of the guys.

One of these girls, L, took her jeans off inside her sleeping bag, so the boys wouldn't see- but then remembered she'd left her phone in the kitchen. L said "Oh fuck it!" and got up to fetch it, showing us all her gauzy black knickers which were kind of see through at the back, so her ass showed vaguely. A couple of the guys laughed.

Next morning I woke up before anyone else, with a morning wood erection. I could see L's sleeping head lying on the floor in her sleeping bag, close by. The temptation got me, and I reached down and started to stroke, looking at L's face and imagining the flimsy back panties on her ass. I began to get closer, and caution got the better of me- I tucked my erection into the waistband of my boxers, and went upstairs to the toilet, where I finished wanking and came into a wad of toilet paper.

2) This story is kind of a reverse danger-wank; when I actually heard another guy wanking when he thought I couldn't hear.

I was staying over at my friend's house- we were 19 and lived with parents, so I was in a sleeping bag on his bedroom floor. In the morning I had woken up, but was lying with my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep. I heard him moving slightly, and then heard a rhythmic movement of the covers rustling. There was no doubt, he was having a wank, thinking I was still asleep.

I didn't want to risk him knowing I might have heard, so I pretended to still be asleep- and a couple of minutes later, the noise stopped and I heard a soft sigh- he had cum. I then heard him going to the bathroom, and decided it was safe to 'wake up'.

I'm not into men, but nevertheless it wasn't an unpleasant experience, hearing him wank. I just thought it was rather funny.

[ripstar1]

I lived in a rooming house where we shared a common large gang-type bathroom. I was in a stall doing a #2 when I heard a guy come in and take a stall a couple away from me. As I was leaving I heard heavy breathing and noticed a PB mag open to the centerfold.

I went back to where I was partying with some friends that included three rather immodest gals (this was hippie days). I told them what was going on in the bathroom. I tip-toed back in with the 3 gals right away.

When he opened the stall door with the PB in hand the gals started applauding and cheering and remarked "Good job!". He was so pissed and embarrassed. One of the gals even flashed him saying maybe you should have been thinking of these. After a few minutes of laughter etc. he confessed that he was really stressed and needed relief, but had no one to get off with.

He got over it and came back and partied with us. Later that evening one of the gals took him to another room and "took care" of his stress. Over all he took it well and held no grudge. He did keep an eye on the rest of us in case he had the chance for revenge, but never did.

On a side note, this rooming house was downtown in a college town. The place was a frequent stopping off place for friends etc to stop by when downtown partying. Numerous times I would go in the bathroom and find a gal on a toilet, taking a shower or fixing her make-up. I could tell many stories of happenings in this place.

[stuffy1969]

i was 17 and living at home my parents was away on holiday and i had the place to myself. i got in from my summer god and had a shower, then lay on my bed and had a wank,
what i didn't no was my parents next door neighbour was asked to look after the place lol, she walked up stairs and checked the rooms and walked straight in on me wanting hard and looking at a magazine.
She was not shocked and stood there i was un aware she was there and carried on i started to get faster and faster, she then then said don't make a mess i looked round and saw her there i was so close to cumin and she could tell, she walked over and sat on the bed and said can i help

[DevilGrrl]

Hmmm, how to answer this one?

Well, let me cover it both ways, just to be safe.

As for myself, I use the term "Jill" instead of "Wank", but the purpose is the same, self-induced pleasure.

And wow, so many places over the years. I can't count all of the bathrooms I have done it in. During my Sophomore year of HS, I made a bet with myself (and kept it) that I would jill off inside every (female) bathroom on campus. The trickiest was hitting the Teacher Only one which I hit when I came in to drop off a request form on a Saturday, and realized only a couple people were in the school.

I have done it in every bathroom where I worked, I have done it in movie theatres.

I even did it in class sometimes. I discovered that if I am wearing tight jeans, and I cross my thighs really high I can squeeze them together and rock back and forth a little and give myself pleasure. Most times it is just for the feeling, but I have brought myself to orgasm a couple of times that way.

[DevilGrrl]

Now for the other.

When I was in school, I had a reputation among many as being a "Handjob Queen". I kept my virginity longer then most of my friends, yet still had a lot of offers for dates. And mostly this was because of my abilities with my hand.

Cars, bathrooms, behind buildings, alleys, movie theatres, bedrooms, anywhere was fair game if I thought we could get 5 minutes or so uninterrupted with little chance of getting caught. I have done it behind the lockers at a bowling alley, in the photo booth at an arcade, Once while snuggled up against a guy on the couch while his mom was sitting less then 5 feet away.

I think I lost count of the number of cocks I had held in my hand at around 40, I know it is easily double that now. And it is often a nice fast way to get them off. A couple of napkins and 4 or 5 minutes and it is all over.

[ModelT-MsDollie]

I could write a book on all the times in public I wanked off. From the first time I discovered it felt good to recently. Of course back when I was a kid I had to go in the woods or a public restroom so mommy wouldn't catch me.
After marriage you'd think I wouldn't needed to wank. But I seemed to need it even more. The restrooms wherever I worked were wanking areas. We've camped forever and wanking in the RV restrooms and shower houses was part of our daily ritual.
I drove a semi rig for 25 years and made a sport of wanking for hours trying not to ejaculate. I got so good I could have sex with my wife and her girlfriends for hours without shooting a load. A bonus.
Both my wife and I have wanked on many beaches, both nude and regular from early 60's until ....last weekend.
If getting wanked counts, my wife wanked me in the local library when we first moved here, plus several pizza and other restaurents under the tables. I guess you could say we are both pro wankers and proud of it.
I remember when we were told wanking was a sin. But everybody does it. Most are too ashamed to admit it. Hell I'm wanking as I sit here in the living room typing as my wife giggles and watches.

[therealstig]

One time as a younger kid, I jerked off in the back seat of a car while my friend's mom was driving and he was sitting right in front of me.

Just the other day, my mother in law was at my dining room table early in the morning on her laptop. My ritual is to drink a cup of coffee on the couch. I wear nothing but a robe in the morning. Her hair was covering one side of her face, the side facing me. I love the thrill of potentially getting caught, so I whipped it out and had enough time to cum. I kinda think she may have seen me, as soon as I finished she got up and her voice was shaky when said something totally unrelated. I think she knew and was super turned on..

[whoozzatt]

I worked at a sandwich shop in college. This morning I was scheduled to open the shop along with the manager and a cashier. Manager arrived first, me next, then the cashier arrived about a half hour later. Routine dictated once I arrived the manager left the shop to go to the bank. This left me alone in the shop for about 15 minutes until the cashier arrived. It was a beautiful summer morning and I was alone in the break room with my raging hormones, morning wood, and thoughts of all the young beauties that worked there who would soon be arriving.

It was the late '80s and all the cashiers were girls. Girls in their late teens or early twenties. Some short, some tall, blondes, brunettes, redheads, straight girls, lesbians, prudes, sl*ts, you name it. Fashion of the time dictated they were typically dressed in tight, stonewashed jeans; white leather Reeboks that were slightly grayed from wear; hair tied into a ponytail underneath their uniform visors; and uniform polo shirts that snugly fit their perky, young racks. The cashier that was scheduled to work this day was a tall, thin, dirty blonde with a great ass that might be described as a slight bubble butt. Her jeans always seemed slightly more faded under her back pockets (from her ass rubbing against them) and her long ponytail started at the top of her head and bounced down to her shoulders when she walked. She was smart but sometimes acted dumb (we all did at that age), flirty but prudish, and almost certainly a virgin.

My imagination got the best of me this morning and I couldn't help myself. I thought of how her ponytail would come bouncing through the doorway at any moment as I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my underwear to let my raging boner breathe in the break room air. The thought of her possibly catching me while I massaged my hard cock turned me on so much I decided to drop my pants all the way down around my ankles. This left me half naked and difficult to walk or quickly move if anyone walked in. I imagined she had smooth, pink and thin pussy lips topped with a dirty blonde bush that ached for my tongue. The image I created in my mind was too much and I was quickly reaching for a towel to unload into.

My teen cum was thick in those days. Maybe it was because there was no Internet porn available to let me constantly unleash so I tended to save it up. When I did finally unleash it it would launch in several strands of thick, sticky cum. Those strands were sometimes so thick I could actually pick them up like strings and examine them as they hung in the air from my fingers. If those strands touched anything they would quickly stick to and conform to the outline of what it touched. This morning I made several of those strands.

While I stood there with my pants around my ankles and cum in my hand I had an idea. What if I could get her to touch my cum?

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[whoozzatt]

What if I could get her to touch my cum?

The thought of this turned me on so much I wanted to go again but I knew I was running out of time. If I was going to get the beautiful virgin to touch my cum I would have to think and act fast. This could possibly be the first time she ever saw or touched cum. Cum that just shot out of my rock hard cock that was still pointing at the break room ceiling and throbbing. I was excited but also nervous. I knew that if I was caught in this scheme things could go bad for me very quickly. If anyone knew what I was up to I could get fired, shamed, embarrassed for life, and maybe even convicted of some crime of perversion. But I couldn't stop myself. I had to do it.

One of the duties of the morning cashier was to clean and prep the sink area in the back next to the break room. This was a large, stainless steel sink with a long faucet and typical hot/cold water handles. It also had a large hose attachment that swung overhead that was used to wash dishes. This attachment had a long, rubber handle that would release a jet of water when squeezed. Everyone used this attachment all the time since it was more flexible and fun to use. I had seen her squeeze this handle hundreds of times before and knew it would be one of the first things she did this morning. I took a long, thick, sticky strand of my still hot cum and stuck it to this handle. It quickly conformed to the exact shape of the handle which was about 5 or 6 inches long with a convenient curve in it for gripping. It was stuck to the opposite side so you couldn't see it until you felt it and examined it. Then I waited for her to arrive.

A few minutes later she walked through the door. She smiled and greeted me with a friendly "good morning". Her ponytail was bouncing and her ass was jiggling as she walked to grab her apron. Shit. What had I done? It was too late to stop what was already in motion. I wanted to watch her every move but I was too nervous. I grabbed my apron and returned to the break room and waited for what I expected to be a scream. A scream that would announce to the world what a sick and depraved person I was. I was trembling in anticipation.

As routine dictated, I heard her walk to the sink and turn on the water. Then I heard a brief blast of water hitting the stainless steel. Then another blast. Then a pause. I was sweating. Then I caught a glimpse of her reaching for a roll of paper towels. She hadn't screamed. I got up to investigate. I casually walked out of the break room while tying my apron and glancing in her direction. She was balling up the paper towel with both hands and tossed it into the trash. Then she scrubbed the handle. I tossed her a quizzical glance as if to say "what's up?" She returned it with a nervous, somewhat squeamish smile. She seemed too proper, or too embarrassed, to say anything. I missed it. She had obviously discovered and taken care of my mess within what must have been less than 10 seconds. I wasn't busted. She had no idea. At least no idea it was mine. I wonder if she had any idea what it was? I wonder if she remembers the incident today and finally realizes what it was? It's been more than 20 years now. If it was the first time she had seen and touched cum, she's certainly seen more of it by now. I wonder if she finally figured out my secret?

[jamsicator]

I've been practicing the danger wank since before I could produce sperm. I think my first was when I was still at primary school - I used tosit oopposite a girl called Samantha and we'd show each other our private parts regularly. I remember stroking myself to orgasm then dispite being in a class full of other kids. I regularly wanked at school and college and every place I've worked. A few years back I worked in a library and would often find a quite corner to spunk up. I have masturbated on public transport a lot and have been caught three times on late night trains out of London - once by a bloke who wanted to beat me up, but he was too drunk. Once by an older couple in their sixties who tutted and moved seats and once by a punk chick with pink spiky hair who just smiled and sat across from me, looking out of the window but occasionally glancing over.
My mate's mum caught me and him both wanking over porn mags in his bedroom when we were 14. She just laughed nervously and went out.
More recently I've taken to wanking in my garden which is overlooked by neighbors and also in my living room window when women are passing - I've been seen a number of times like this. There are many more occasions andd I love being watched while wanking.