I can remember my first experience with masturbating in public very clearly, as if it were just yesterday that it happened. I had never done it before, and I hadn’t done it since, though no one knows what the future will hold.

When I was in my early twenties, I attended a small college that obsessed over football. I was never much of a football fan, but since I never had anything else to do on Saturday nights during the fall semester, I would go out to the games just to get some fresh air. I would actually get really excited at the games to keep warm. Since the college was in the North, autumn was a bitter cold season. Jumping up and down and cheering was a great way to get the blood flowing. I should also confess that I thought many of the football players were really hot, and that alone brought up my body temperature by at least a few degrees. I especially liked the tight pants they had to wear that showed a huge bulge between their legs. All of the flesh hitting flesh and ass slapping was enough to give me an erection at every game. I would go back to my dorm room after every game and stroke myself, pretending to be one of the football players that had to be punished by the rest of the team for throwing a bad pass or something. It always worked out perfectly because my roommate went home every weekend to see his girlfriend, no matter what the circumstances. I could masturbate and cum as much as I pleased on weekends.

I remember it was an especially frigid night when my school was to face its biggest rival: another college that was only about an hour away. Since my college was so small, we didn’t have a very big football stadium, despite the popularity of the sport in the region. Metallic bleachers lined the field on both sides. They didn’t go up very high, but were very long. Huge gaps of space were between each level so that one could see underneath the bleachers, though it was pretty dark under there.

For the big rivalry game, I wanted to stay out of the madness of the crowd and took a spot in a section of bleachers that was partitioned off from the rest. Nobody ever sat in the bleachers, not even during the big games, because they were old, rusted, and sat in front of an elm that obscured the view of the field. They were way down at the endzone, too. They had been pretty much abandoned by the fans and the school and only remained there because no one cared enough to remove them. If I sat at the top, however, I could get a pretty good view. These bleachers were also different because they were grated, giving one a view below. The section was cut off from the rest of the crowd, but it still faced them at an angle, so I felt like I was still a part of the game.

I did end up being the only person to sit in those bleachers. I had a pretty decent view of the game through a couple of bare branches. Because of the cold, I didn’t feel like standing up, so I just sat and hugged