Being found with things you shouldn't have

Lol. That has never happened to me, as far as I can remember. I'm careful when engaging in illicit activity.

 

Hahahaha...I have a similiar story to that. So, I was at my house one day (this was a little while ago) and while watching some adult videos and having some 'me' time, I hear a knock on the door. I don't get up right away, hoping whoever it is will leave, but then I hear the key turning in the lock. I hurriedly concealed what I was doing and went to go stop my mother from entering my bedroom. I don't think she noticed anything, but it was incredibly awkward on my part xD

 

Explicit content coming up, I guess? :lol:

When I first became sexually active, me and my ex used to have sex while my parents were out and we flushed the used condom (wrapping it in toilet roll so it didn't come back up) but left the packet in the bin. I once came home from school and found she'd emptied my bin, a plastic bag was left on the landing with the wrapper sitting right at the top. I stole it in case she hadn't realised, but she had and spoke about it when I went to see my counsellor.

Also got caught with cigarettes in my bag when I started smoking, obviously I said I was carrying them for someone else because I was only 13 at the time but she knew because both my parents smoke and I hung around with smokers.

Both occassions she hasn't stopped me doing either of them, although she never lets me have boys around while she's out and we're not allowed upstairs until trustworthy enough. She thinks I'm silly enough to get pregnant... My last boyfriend was a year ago but I bet she won't let me have one around now, even though I have a girlfriend :lol: I now smoke in the house and around her because she's used to it after going through the same thing with my brother.

I guess those are my stories.

 

Almost got caught binding myself with duct tape (I know how bad that is, but I only did it for about ten minutes or so). I was in the bathroom, heard someone fumbling around in the kitchen. Quickly turned on the fan to disguise the sound of me ripping the duct tape and after hastily slipping on a shirt, left the bathroom with a pillow (that my sisters had left downstairs) in front of my chest.

Luckily wasn't caught, though I hope no one happens to notice how small the roll of duct tape is beginning to look... :|

 

yeah I have that box I don't care for anyone to find, so incase I were to die, couch cough, it has a note on top to not open, and deposit in the nearest dumpster asap LOL

Lakota

 

One summer, Grandma came for a visit, and one night went snooping through my school book bag. Wave of panic time: the end of the previous year had included sex ed, and I wasn't sure that the papers from that were still in my bag... (Grandma was pretty straight laced. I honestly think her children must have come via the stork.)

Sex ed also brought another incident. Not with a thing, but an uncomfortable moment. Sex ed inspired me to do some "hands on" research early one evening, and I fell asleep rather suddenly. I woke up with my mother towering over me. I had a real surge of panic that somehow some clue might be noticeable. My biggest fear was that I'd dropped my pants, and couldn't remember having pulled them up. (Fortunately, I had.)

Ironically, though, while I did not want to be caught masturbating, and would never have admitted that I did masturbate, I was not as careful with keeping sheets and the like clean. I am sure that there must have been semen stains plenty of times, and I now wonder A) why I didn't think my mother might have possibly noticed when doing the laundry, and B) assuming she did notice, what her reaction might have been.

It is possibly not coincidental that the laundry I was taught to do first just happened to sheets...

Then there was the time I masturbated in a toilet stall at school. One of the few that had a door. Not sure if the rest were doorless because the doors fell off (school was decrepit), drug/smoking problems, or problems with guys jerking off... I finished my business, and slithered out...only to run across a guy whom I did not like. I paniced, wondering if he'd been in there long enough to figure out what I was doing... Then, on my way to class, I noticed a very small spot of liquid on my pants. Semen that dripped out after I cleaned up, I supposed. I had this vision of everyone in school seeing that, and immediately knowing...

More recently, there was a time when someone suddenly dropped in where I was living, and even ended up back in my bedroom. After he left, I wondered if he noticed that tube of lubricant...

And speaking of lube, one night I was at Target, about to buy some. And I ran across someone I know in the store. I was so glad I did not run across this person tube of KY in paw...

One time I actually engineered an embarrassing moment. I got bugged by one female friend about how guys will use baby oil for masturbating. So, before she came to visit one time, I decorated the living room with several bottles of baby oil as a joke.

 

I got a "Some guys like guys" button from the school counselling department and placed it in my bedside drawer where no one normally looks. My room is messy and when I was off on a band trip my mom managed to find it. Not out at all to my parents, idk what her reaction might have been. The only reason I knew was because it was in the garbage and when I was taking it out and heard a plink. I knew immediately what it was.

If I'm outted by a goddamn button, I'm going to laugh. No one's brought up any questions though.

 

Is there an age limit on purchasing of condoms? I did not realize this.



The only story that comes to mind for me is when I was working the fairs with my relatives one summer, sometime around age 12 (my grandmother and grandfather used to own a stand, thus my being there). My dad and I went out to see the rest of the fair one day, and at one stand they were giving out free condoms.

My dad took one and told me, as a joke, I should put it in my work apron and leave it for my grandmother to find (since she's one of those ultra-conservative types). I went along. She did find it and it was rather hilarious. (From *extreme-shocked* face to very slow realization of the fact that we'd pulled a joke on her). :lol:



I'd probably have a lot more stories if my parents weren't so extremely liberal toward parenting (meaning, they allowed darn near anything so long as we weren't hurting others). My personality is and was far too eccentric to have had anything been different .

 

My mom found my collection of bracelets, necklaces, rings and even a pair of boots and a skirt in my room I'd stolen...It was a long night!

 

^ Oh my god. That's exactly why I haven't run out and bought a real binder yet. I can't imagine what my mom would say if she saw guy clothes, packers, and binders lying around. :|

That being said, I have like six condoms and lube hidden away somewhere in my room. No one's said anything. Hmm. :| And I share my room with two of my sisters.

 

My mom didn't seem to understand the significance of the stolen clothes all being women's clothes, or at least she hasn't made any indication of it despite only one cross dressing remark. I was hysterical and crying my eyes out for like a solid couple of hours. She just asked me if I was depressed and wanted to see a therapist. She also gave me one of her jackets!:icon_bigg

 

My parents and friends have found gay porn on my computer, I blame it on pop ups I never noticed.

 

That is why you need a porn buddy. In the event of your death or incapacitation their job is to remove all pornography and sex toys before the arrival of any family.

 

Or you could just keep in on your computer under encryption. Unless you were murdered, I doubt anyone would try and hack it.

 

Well, the one time I closed my laptop before going somewhere. I had my internet open to a post on EC and I completely forgot about it for the 20 minutes I was gone. Then, my older brother decided to use my laptop. He knows my password, so he got in without any trouble, right to my post on EC. He tried to get a hold of me by calling my mom's cell and asking for me, but we were in the car and he was breaking up terribly. All I could hear was that he was saying that he went on my laptop. I was still questioning at this point, and I was terrified that he saw my post and knew. The call was disconnected and he never brought it up again. I'm still not sure if he knows that I'm not straight, or if he's just incredibly unobservant.

 

Yesssss.

At least then it wouldn't go to waste .

Yeah that would be pretty embarrassing if someone found my 'box' (which isn't actually a proper box, but a drawer under my bed for now). Actually I really need to lock that stuff up soon.

The porn's pretty much all encrypted, but you can't encrypt physical stuff and sex toys. That don't work well.

I have been caught once or twice in the past, that was awkward but I'm pretty convinced it happens to just about everybody.

 

Some time after I dropped out, I made some friends at the library down the street. My bi guy friend in the group had a girlfriend. She knew about his orientation, didn't care.

(Blah, blah, blah, filler backstory.) :sleep:

One day my friend loses the spare key to his apartment. (The one he used to lend to his casual hookups.) I later found it where he usually sat inside the library. He was at work at the time when his girlfriend showed up wondering if the others from the little group were there yet.

It was only her and I, and everything was fine... until I dropped the key while fetching my library card from my wallet. :eek:

She recognizes the keychain it's hooked onto, knowing it belongs to her man, and she knows I'm gay. So, she looks at me oddly, who knows what was going through her mind. (Apparently he hadn't told her he lost the key.)

I tried to explain, but she awkwardly/angrily dismissed herself to the bathroom. :tantrum:

Needless to say she didn't like or trust me very much after that. :lol:

 

Or build a secret compartment someplace. That grabs my imagination.

Of course, a secret compartment does still pose a problem if you die before emptying it. Someone might stumble across it. I have this vision of a little child racing into the kitchen, waving a plastic penis, screaming: "Mommy! Look what I found hidden under my closet floor!!!"