I can't stop jerking my PP. Actually, well, I've been jerking it less now. But in my high school years, I couldn't stop jerking it. I couldn't stop thinking about putting my dick in a hole.
I remember one time, a few years ago when I was 16, I was performing in an orchestra as a double bass player. Several hours before the performance, I jacked off in my residence so I could at least decrease my libido for a while.
Performing was extremely uncomfortable. I was still growing so my shirt was a bit tight. The collar stays were digging into my neck. The stage lights were uncomfortably bright and hot. I was sweating profusely underneath my suit but I wasn't exactly allowed to take the jacket off. At the same time, it was a part of a performance that went on for an hour. One of the pieces was a concerto, so in a particular movement, the rest of the ensemble was just sitting there for a few minutes whilst some really talented ricecel with a violin was going at it.
So at that moment, while I had nothing to do but wait, I started staring at the leg of a Stacy in front of me. Her smooth, toned thighs were straddling her cello. Fuck, I so wished I was that cello. I had to resist the urge to gently grind the front of my pants against my double bass; after all, the brass section was nearby.
I spent so much time looking at cellist Stacy that I nearly forgot about the rest of the piece. Luckily, my 6th sense told me to look up and I saw the conductor briefly looking at our section, so I snapped back into reality. But I nearly screwed up. I'm still embarrassed thinking about it. I really wish I could just erase certain memories from my mind. I wish I didn't have the urge to nut every few hours, which compounded with my utter subhumanity is just a recipe for misery.
Are there any other current or former orchestracels here?
I remember one time, a few years ago when I was 16, I was performing in an orchestra as a double bass player. Several hours before the performance, I jacked off in my residence so I could at least decrease my libido for a while.
Performing was extremely uncomfortable. I was still growing so my shirt was a bit tight. The collar stays were digging into my neck. The stage lights were uncomfortably bright and hot. I was sweating profusely underneath my suit but I wasn't exactly allowed to take the jacket off. At the same time, it was a part of a performance that went on for an hour. One of the pieces was a concerto, so in a particular movement, the rest of the ensemble was just sitting there for a few minutes whilst some really talented ricecel with a violin was going at it.
So at that moment, while I had nothing to do but wait, I started staring at the leg of a Stacy in front of me. Her smooth, toned thighs were straddling her cello. Fuck, I so wished I was that cello. I had to resist the urge to gently grind the front of my pants against my double bass; after all, the brass section was nearby.
I spent so much time looking at cellist Stacy that I nearly forgot about the rest of the piece. Luckily, my 6th sense told me to look up and I saw the conductor briefly looking at our section, so I snapped back into reality. But I nearly screwed up. I'm still embarrassed thinking about it. I really wish I could just erase certain memories from my mind. I wish I didn't have the urge to nut every few hours, which compounded with my utter subhumanity is just a recipe for misery.
Are there any other current or former orchestracels here?
