Category: public masturbation

Serial public masturabator

On a crowded downtown 6 train, filled with commuters going to work (around 9:40am on Feb 10, 2011). A man in his late 20-mid 30s, with an orange baseball cap, nerdy glasses and large black north face jacket masturbated on a woman’s back as she was reading the paper. He was standing behind her with … Continued

Masochists and their small dicks

This happened about 5 years ago. I was going home by the subway, and after Yorkdale station, the cart became really empty, and there were just myself and an older (looked to be in his 60s) man in the cart. He began by being rather grandfatherly (I was 19, but looked much younger), asking if … Continued

Another subway pervert

I wanted to draw attention to this man in the photos, who was masturbating through his jeans pocket on the downtown B train. He was leaning against the doors and I was sitting down, so I was eye level with his penis when he had it out. I had to get off at Atlantic Avenue … Continued

Self Defense comes in handy

This happened a few years ago when I was walking my dog on the golf course. I was just sitting there, daydreaming, when my dog started barking. I looked over to see a man lying on the grass about 10 yards from me, masturbating. I had done self-defense classes at university and I think my … Continued

Leaving San Francisco

I was doing my power walk through GGP a few years back.  I saw a guy walking into the bushes when he saw me coming up.  I don’t know why I looked at his direction but as I was walking by, he was sitting there by himself in the midst of the bushes masturbating.  What … Continued

Keep your junk in the trunk

First off I have been a victim of the harassment crap since the age of 13, I am 24. Most of the cowards pull up in a car and flash them selves or play with their junk as if I’m asking for some kind of action. It’s lame and sickening; get a life dude or … Continued

Masturbate and run, East Village lurker

I moved to NYC last spring and, in between apt viewings, was grabbing a slice of pizza with my mother at the Two Boots in the East Village.  We were in a booth seat and I noticed a creepy guy outside the window on a bike staring at me for what felt like forever.  I … Continued