For an Audience

By the time I was about 19, I had been learning how to pleasure myself for years, and spent as much time as I could doing it. By my second year in college, I was away from home, out of the dorms, and in a house with 4 other guys, each with our own room. I finally had my own private masturbation sanctum that I could retreat to whenever I felt the urge. I even had my own bathroom, so I didn’t even have to get dressed or wander out into common space if I had to pee or get a drink of water. I could prolong my jerk sessions as long as I could hold out.

One night I remember in particular, I had been super horny and waiting to play with myself all day long. Around 7pm, as the sun started going down, I went into my room and got my porn stash out. I had about 4 or 5 of my favorite magazines, and liked to flip through them all, spreading them out. I could really enjoy my privacy, taking my time and feeling the thrill of how indulgent I was being.

The house we were in was built up off the ground, and had large, tall windows on the bottom floor. Since it was above head level from the ground, and we had a fence and plenty of greenery surrounding it, I never felt the need to close the draperies, which only increased the thrill of rubbing my cock for extended periods. I could enjoy the sun streaming in, or even open the windows if I wanted.

This particular night, I took off my pants first, feeling my cock strain against my underwear as I paged through my magazines. It’s about eight inches long, and I pulled it out through the leg hole on one side to squeeze and stroke it, enjoying how the tightness against my cock and under my balls would make it even harder. There I sat on my bed, back to the wall, and a large window to my left. As I got more into it, I took my underwear off, just in a t-shirt now, spreading my legs wide open, with the magazine right in front of me, enjoying a view of my own dick as I jerked it over the lovely naked girls. 

I remember being totally turned on by the idea that these girls had decided that they wanted to be photographed naked, playing with themselves. They had taken the initiative to find a magazine to photograph them, planned a shoot, been made up on set, and likely spent hours naked in front of a crew and photographer sticking fingers into their pussy and ass while a group of people worked to capture it - all so that I myself could look at them while playing with my own hard cock. Did they enjoy it? Did they cum? Did they think about it afterward and play with themselves over and over? They knew that there were thousands of men who would squeeze their swollen dicks and squirt their cum while looking at their photos. I loved it.

I opened more of my magazines and spread them open, leaving them on my favorite pictures, while leafing through others. I took off my shirt and was now as naked as the girls in the magazines, all of us masturbating together. The sun had long gone down by now, and it was dark outside, but I was totally in my own world, sitting on the bed, slowly milking my cock and edging myself endlessly, riding the cusp of cumming, then backing off.

I could hear some noise outside occasionally, voices on the dark balcony of the apartment building behind our house – a party. I could hear music and conversation, girls laughing. I didn’t really think anything of it, and sort of enjoyed how I could hear other people while I was cocooned in my self-pleasure zone. 

I was switching positions on my bed often now. Laying down and thrusting my hips in the air so my cock was above me, looming over my face. I would squat on the floor with an eager naked girl spread out in the magazine underneath me. I would tease my asshole and balls with my fingernails, tickling wave after wave of pleasure through my swollen dick. I would fap and fap and fap, fucking my hand desperately, then back off right before I would come. Sometimes when I did this, I noticed the noise outside would rise, or there would be whooping, more laughter, both men’s and women’s voices. If I peeked out the window, I could see people on the second floor balcony about 30 feet away from our house, but I wasn’t concerned they could see me. I was too wrapped up in my own sweaty, naked world of my throbbing, swollen cock and my throng of naked beauties. Besides, they were just drinking and laughing and having a good time…

What I hadn’t realized, however that was while they were just a dark, amorphous group, outside on a Friday night, I was a single, naked figure, lit up, framed and fully on display for them. The tall window of my room, illuminated by the light from inside gave them a clear view of all of my antics. From up on a second floor balcony, they could clearly see down, into my room as I writhed around on the bed, getting up and down, wrestling with my own cock and luxuriating in my porny paradise.

After about 2 hours of playing with my insistent and throbbing cock, I finally reached a point where I couldn’t touch it any longer without nearly making it cum. I arranged my magazines around me, with my favorite pictures – young girls stuffing fingers and toys inside their slippery holes – and decided it was time to shoot. I laid on my left side, legs spread wide, and cock ready to squirt. I finally went for it, wrenching my cock around and around, until it shot 8 or 9 streams of white cum all over my belly and chest, nearly hitting my chin.

As I did this, I heard yelling and applause from the balcony outside! It was only in that moment that I realized that I had been putting on a fine display for this party the entire 2 hours I had been playing with myself. I had been unwittingly providing a horny sideshow to a group of college kids, who were probably enthralled with how long I had been going! When I finally shot my load, there must have been 10 or 15 people gathered to see it, and the instant I started cumming, they all broke out into spontaneous applause. 

I was simultaneously mortified and thrilled. I closed the draperies and heard an “AWWWWW!” and more laughter from the group. I wiped up the cum running off my body, and put my magazines away. As I got in the shower, it all dawned on me how they liked looking at me just as I had been enjoying looking at the girls in the mags. I still felt exposed and a little embarrassed, but also thrilled that I had unknowingly provided such filthy Friday entertainment for a group of my peers. It definitely made future fap sessions in that house more fun knowing that I could be seen (if I wanted)!