I had laid my sleeping bag behind the couch while she retreated to one of the lofts where the women were sleeping.There was a hand over my mouth and i... the shadows of the room I could not tell who it was. The perfume and smell of the hair that brushed my face as they leaned over me to whisper “be still!” were definitely female, but all seven daughters looked remarkably similar and even their Mom could have passed as a sibling.I felt my sleeping bag which was unzipped, being pulled open and. Since our shower episode, she flirted with me and teased me at every opportunity. As much as I hated to admit it, I enjoyed the sexual flirting between us. It was a weirdly major turn-on.My bladder was so full I started to leak and dribble. I gritted my teeth and tried to stem the flow. I didn't have time for an argument, so I raced to pull my prick out of my pants as quickly as possible. It was a photo finish. The floodgates opened just as the head of my dick cleared my fly.My knees trembled. The team that installs the most phone poles gets the job."Both teams headed right out.At end of the shift, Pat and Mike, the Irish guys, came back and the boss asked them how many they had installed. They said that it was tough going, but they'd put in twelve.Forty-five minutes later, Ole and Sven, the Norwegian guys came back in and they were totally exhausted.The boss asked, "Well, how many poles did you guys install?"Ole, the team leader, wiped his brow and sighed, "Sven and me, we got three. This, coupled with the habit of removing my pajama bottoms in bed to experience the sensation of nudity, continued for a number of years. I suspect the need for these tactics was exacerbated by the absence of female companionship; my adolescence was a lonely and sexless one. Curiously, two practices emerged, more or less simultaneously: anal self-stimulation, and masturbation ending in ejaculation into my mouth. These practices were infrequent, and attended with feelings of self-revulsion..