Did you ever got caught by a family member or friends/colleagues fapping (or trying to)?

Unfortunately yes... I got caught by mom once when I was a teenager. At the time I was quite stupid, because I masturbated in the living room, where anyone could see me

 

I never got caught, my family does not even suspect.
But one time we were on a family trip in a luxury hotel and I decided I needed to have a go in the bathroom. The difference between the hotel bathroom and our house's bathroom is that the hotel bathroom had a very big mirror almost covering the half the wall it is placed on and the bathroom sink was low so that you can see yourself clearly below shoulder height when sitting on the toilet and below groin when standing.

In the middle of my masterbatian I looked at myself in the mirror and that was the first time I see how I look like when pleasuring myself and I finished masterbation with depressed mood that usually comes after masterbation not before it because I was disapointed in myself and started seeing myself as a filthy boy.

I started looking at myself without respect after what happened.

 

Okay, I'm game ... however embarrassing.

1. Like a post above, I did the "switch and bait" trick once, "scratching my thigh" when in a darkened family room my father came in and burst out "What are you doing?" with alarm in his voice. I was around 12 or 13 yo. I was only using my imagination and no porn, with my young penis slipped out of the edge of my briefs (which were like pajamas in my household). Instantaneously I let my penis slip back into place in my briefs and I continued the hand motion of scratching my thigh, and said, "My leg is itchy." My father second guessed himself and was perhaps self-exposed by his own association with the movement (his baggage, not mine), and he assumed he had been mistaken. Whew, safe! But, it was the alarm in his voice that sort of threw me off guard, as if this was a serious and highly dreadful thing I was doing. It was that moment when I understood that this was never something to be discussed. But, I still don't completely get my father's reaction even to this day.

2. In my early twenties (before internet), I would go downtown to a magazine/newspaper store, which had a large P section. I bought my preferred magazines and went over into a men's room in the nearby public library. The thing was, it was one bathroom with one contained stall and outside a urinal and couple sinks. I went into the stall and PMO'd to the mags. Soon someone came in and just stood by the sink as if waiting to use the stall. I had lowered the mags near the right side wall near my feet, which I assumed were far back enough (in the shadows) not to be seen, got myself and my pants together, picked up the mags, slid them under my jacket, and exited the stall. I think the guy had seen the mags and knew what I had been up to.

3. Later when I was in my 30s, I came home for a week's family visit and found a pornographic VHS P-tape in the VCR. I assumed it belonged to my younger brother (in his 20s), but I wouldn't have put it passed my father either as having watched it. Well, anyway, I was downstairs in the family room when I pressed "play" with the sound turned down low. My father was up stairs in the kitchen at the dining room table. Anyway, I knew I was risking it. Sure enough, he got some earshot of what he thought I was watching (probably because he was familiar with the soundtrack himself) and came rushing down stairs. I heard every movement of his trying to catch me, and I instantly juggled two remotes whereupon I turned off the VCR, switched the TV channel to a regular station, waited the split second it took for the regular program to switch on, pulled the remote controls under the afghan already atop me where I lie in the lazyboy recliner, and just relaxed as if I had been watching the another show. All the maneuvers occurred swiftly and successfully; one slip up and it would have been obvious that I was watching the VCR. But, it went off smoothly. Of course, my father's quick dash down the stairs impeded his hearing and focus while in transit. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs (we're talking 12 steps), he second guessed himself as if he had mistaken the whole thing. I sort of glanced back at him, as if I was wondering 'what's up,' as if I had been just vegging out watching regular tv the whole time. Whew! Victorius again!

4. The other time I was caught, after the fact, was JO'ing at my computer (now in the internet age) to P and MO'd to completion. As is often the case, fatigue after O set in and I drifted off to sleep with my pants still unzipped and my member out. I was an adult at this time living in an apartment with a significant other. My partner had entered the room when I awoke in the embarrassing position. Of course, I had gone soft by then, but it was obvious what I had been up to. Ha!

5. Another time in this same apartment, I had the place to myself, so I got naked in the living room and played the VCR porn. The phone rang, so I turned off the TV and answered the phone. I forget who it was. But, as I had been talking or taking a message, my partner came home, entered the apartment, and found me naked on the phone. OMG - What was that about? Who knows what the thinking was. Ha!

 

Actually I never got caught , but before I started nofap I confessed everything to my parents about my addiction and the way they dealt with it was amazing , both of them hugged me and told me to sit down on the couch and talk to them , they also bought me a dog.

 

Damn! They were close calls indeed!

 

Let me take the chance to confess:
- I was caught by my mom once; I used to live upstairs and she comed to visit me and I was jacking off, and after that when I came downstairs I had a stank of semen on my pants; I was so uncouncious, ( and probably with low selfesteem) I didn't care too much and I didn't even realised what I was doing;
- I was seen by my uncle humping the bed;
- I was seen by my grandma and maybe my grandpa humping the floor of the deck 4 godsake; I was a kid back then and I couldn't control myself; After that she called me and she gave me a good beating ) She told me that it was another reason but it could be the fact that she saw me;
- I was probably seen by my younger brother and sister;
- In the last year of college I fapped a lot because I was so stressed about the final work-paper and exam; I was 4 sure seen or heard by my room collegues and maybe other people cause I was jacking off with the door unlocked and even semiopen sometimes if I remember right. It was 5 years ago; geez how unaware I was of what I was actually doing; back then, the risk I would took where crazy and now as I am writting I realise how sick and addicted I used to be. I once fapped when a room mate was sleeping and another time when 2 of them were working at a laptop 2.5 m away from me, and I couldn't held moaning when I finished.
- OMFG once I fapped while I was sharing the bed with a friend and another time with a cousin. The friend probably realised.
- Still in college I remember all my coleagues were outside socialising and shit and I would stay in the room playing dota and jacking off. I would use the bed sheets as whipes, and I remember a girl coming over (it was just a friend of course) and she touched the wet bed shits; she knew right then what has happened, and she saw me again another time.
- In a Sunday as I was alone (so I thought) at work, I fapped in the office and probably someone came in and saw me cause later I found my uniform pants with a hole in them.
- I used to fap many times at night while I was sharing the room with other dudes who were sleeping.
This is all the times I can remember. I am sorry for what I have done and I forgive myself. I couldn't control myself many times or I wasn't thinking straight and I didn't realised what I was really doing and how low I reached at times. It is what it is, I am still trying to be a good person. I have done many tings wrong but I am not wrong as a human beeing.

 

Yes, I got caught 1.5ish in my life. Both times were years ago, after like 2 or 3 years when I first started masturbating. The first time was my dad, who walked in on me (didn't hear him coming up). The other time was my mom, who saw cumstains on my bedsheets and knew exactly what it was. Both times were so incredibly embarrasing, that I didn't want to leave my room for hours. In the end it was all cool, nothing happened. After a few days everything was normal again. Since then I never got caught again, probably because I became a lot more careful.

 

When I first started masturbating, I would use t-shirts or underwear to clean up the mess, often using the same garment until it was too crusty. I was young. I didn't know what to do with them or how to wash my own laundry. I would just stuff them in the bottom drawer of my dresser. My mom discovered that and confronted me about it. OMG, how I remember that smell!!
Looking back, I wonder wtf I was thinking, but I was naive then.

A number of times, especially in my teens, I would MO in toilet stalls or in dorm rooms and there were definitely a few times when someone either pounded on the wall or yelled at me to "knock it off!"

Once, I was caught masturbating in the woods. I figured no one was around and I would hear another hiker . . . until someone on a mountain bike came flying around the bend and skidded to a halt when he saw me with my pants down around my ankles. He just turned around and went back down the trail.

A few times I have opened up my computer with classmates and porn popped up. It could be that I've been caught more times than I realised as people don't always say something (at least not to you . . .)

Luckily I haven't had such experiences lately as I've been on NoFap for about 3 years now. Still, it's helpful to reflect upon this matter. I've had many close calls and it could have been a lot worse.

 

It is great you could talk to them 'dave'. I like how they got you a dog. Like, stroke the dog - not your dick! Haha!

 

Well, saw the thread and guess I will join to confess my dark side a bit.
As a friend above said. I lost the count.
I've been caught multiple times.
Family members, friends.. Everyone.
I would need three posts only to confess the place in which I've been caught
Then I should also tell the story, but the point was always the same:
I was in a tunnel.
I would have loved to die when I got caught.
But the next day, or even few hours after.
I was back at it.
It should have been my call.
But my call came years later.
But I guess better late than never.

 

Yeah now that you reminded me , it actually makes sense lol