northcoastsf wrote:I remember my 1st time getting caught very well.
It was on a Saturday, when I was 16.
Normally, I had the house to myself on Saturdays and I
had developed a routine that I did every Saturday. I
Would lay in bed and chain smoke, then I'd jerk off,
Then chain smoke again, then jerk off...you get the
That routine originally started because I wanted to make
Sure I was so addicted that I could never quit, even if
Someday I wanted to. This had been going on for over
A year at that point.
My mom showed up unexpectedly and caught me laying
In bed with a cigarette in my mouth and pretty full
Ashtray next to me.
At least she didn't catch me jerking off!
She cried and begged me to quit before it was too late.
Of course, I'd lied and said I had only started the month
I played along, like I was going quitting, which I had
No intention of doing, for awhile.
She sort of caught me again 2 months later, she found
A pack of Reds in my school bag.
At that point, I just came clean. I told her that I had
Not just started 3 months ago, that I've really been smoking
For well over a year. I admitted that I smoked a pack a day
During the week and closer to 2 ppd on Saturdays.
She cried again, but still had hope that I wanted to quit and
She started talking about different ways to quit. Since I
Had already gone the honest route, I figure I might as well,
Keep going to put an end to it.
So, I told her that I loved everything about smoking and that
I had no desire or intention to quit or cut back in anyway.
Tense couple of days after that, but she eventually accepted
The fact that I was a committed and seriously addicted
Smoker and that I did not plan on stopping.
Actually, now that I'm thinking of it, it was not long after
That day that my consumption rose a steady 2 ppd.
Reminds me a lot a a couple of my experiences. I bought my first pack of Reds and tried my first cig just as I was turning 12. Even before figuring out how to inhale, smoking was 1 of my 2 favorite activities. Of course jerking off was the other, which I'd been doing regularly for about 6 months. Of course puffing my way through that first cig got me hard. So, I lit another and puffed through it while shooting my first load as a Marb man. From then on, I smoked and stroked whenever I could. At first my smoking and stroking was confined to the basement, usually when mom wasn't home. She smoked anyway and never seemed to notice. Eventually I started doing it when she was home if I thought it was safe, like after she went to bed.
By around 8th grade I was of course inhaling and smoking and stroking every day. I was also occasionally smoking elsewhere in the house when mom wasn't home. One night she went out but her plans changed and she came home much earlier than expected. I was of course in my room, naked and several cigs into what I'd hoped would be a long, uninterrupted smoke and stroke session. I heard her come in and realized I had only moments to decide what I wanted to get caught doing. I managed to butt out, hide my cigs, lighter and the ashtray as well as the porn mag I was jacking too. But there was no time to get dressed. I honestly can't imagine she didn't smell the smoke from the 2 or 3 cigs I'd already had. But in the end, she only caught me naked. I'm sure she knew I'd been jacking but I guess he knew all 14 year guys did that. So, I quickly got dressed and nothing more was said about it.
Of course that close call did little to diminish my daily smoking and stroking. Having several other smoking friend by then, my smoking was increasing. Soon I was smoking in the basement often when mom was home & awake and regularly in my room when she was asleep. I kept a coffee can in my room that I used as an ashtray. Several months after the close call, mom found the coffee can which of course, had a load of butts in it. She asked what I was doing with it. Although I thought it was pretty obvious lol. I told her I'd brought it up from the basement not realizing there were butts in it. I can't imagine she believed that but again, little more was said. I soon went back to business as usual but would regularly get rid of any butts in my room.
When I was a freshman in high school I would occasionally babysit on the weekends for the woman who lived upstairs from us. She was a cool single mom who smoked and she'd always leave a couple beers in the fridge for me. Her kid would always be asleep before she went out for the evening. By the time she got home the first night I'd fallen asleep on her sofa. My pack and lighter were on the table and a few of my butts were in her ashtray. She said nothing about my smoking. I thought it was great. I was getting paid to watch TV, drink a couple beers and smoke.
Well, as great as it was, after doing it a few times it was a little boring. So, 2 of my friends came over to keep me company. Knowing that it was ok to both smoke and drink, we all did so liberally until there as no more beer in the fridge. It was getting a bit late and one of my friend's parents were looking for him. So, they called my house and my mother came up to get him. She let herself in and walked into the living room to find all 3 of us smoking with our packs and a pretty full ashtray sitting on the table. Fortunately, all my mother said is that my friends mom was on the phone. He went downstairs to talk to her and the other guy helped me clean up a little.
Mom didn't come back up and both my friends left shortly after. No complaints form my upstairs neighbor when she got home, even though we'd drank all her beer and smoked up her apartment pretty good. The next day mom just asked if my friends parents knew they smoked. I just told her I think they have it the same as it is here...don't ask, don't tell.