Where to Cum?

Having figured out what jacking off really meant, and experiencing the joy of orgasms and ejaculation, I started doing it often.

Doing it sitting on the toilet like my first time was fine in principle, and flushing was obviously the easiest way to dispose of the semen, but with my parents and siblings it was not good to tie up the bathroom too often. As might be expected I realized that taking a shower naked and washing my penis was stimulating, and I could just rub the resulting boner for a little while and again no mess, everything went down the drain. But showers didn’t happen often enough and not necessarily at the times I was horny. One of those times was often when I went to bed. I shared a room with my younger brother but he usually went to sleep before I did, so I could lay in bed and play with my penis. I would lift the sheet and blanket over my crotch so my other hand moving wouldn’t make noise, and slide down my pj bottoms and pull up the bottom of the shirt. The inevitable ejaculation would fall onto my belly. When I first started doing this I would just pull my pjs back into place, but this made wet spots that weren’t so pleasant.

One day I figured out a better solution. My mom kept cleaning supplies in a back porch closet, which include dust mop, broom, but most important a bag of rags for dusting. Some of these were worn out T-shirts from my dad, me and my bother. Many were quite worn, and so soft and thin. I grabbed one and took it to my room, hiding it for later in the evening when I went to bed. After my brother was asleep I took it out, used my hand on the sheet and blanket as usual but put one layer of the rag over my hard little cock. The soft rag felt nice on my penis and soon I was spurting my load into the rag. I didn’t have to worry about where it spurted, and the rag absorbed all the jism. I wiped any remains and hid the rag again, no mess and no wet spot in my pjs.

This really seemed the ideal solution, and I even found a really good little space next to the head of my bed to put the cum rag. The next night I could pull it out, and squirt another load into it. The spots with dried semen were a little crusty and rough but each ejaculation only made a modest size spot. I think I probably used one rag for six to ten loads, then I would ‘sneak’ it into the laundry basket to be washed with all the other dirty clothes. This worked like a charm, and so I dealt with my many night time loads for years with no one knowing, or so I thought.

At some point, I think the middle of high school, one day on a weekend when my mom was doing laundry she came up to my bedroom and in a somewhat irritated tone said, “I don’t care if you masturbate, just don’t do it with your good T-shirts it makes spots.” First, I was shocked that she clearly knew I was masturbating, but more so because I had always been careful to use rags - yes, mostly old T-shirts but not ones any of us would wear. This confused me for years, until I finally realized that my “little” brother had probably reached the age when he started jacking off too. He may have found my cum rags and did not realize they were from the rag bag, so he probably started just using T-shirts after he wore them. We were about the same size and so mom couldn’t tell whose was whose … and she assumed (justifiably) that I was the one masturbating. Well, at least she didn’t care if I did it, and I guess my brother got the message because she didn’t complain again even though I kept using my favorite cum rags.