I did something similar to this this as a young teenager. My family and I were camping in a trailer, and I had recently been introduced to the awe and mystery of the masturbatory act.

So I was down there, going to town on myself, and my dad, from the other end of the trailer, yells “what the hell are you doing down there?” And I said “NOOOOTHIIIIIIING!”

The event continued. More slowly. More gently. 30 seconds later, “WILL YOU STOP IT?!?!?”

I paused.

I resumed. More gently. More yelling ensued.

No amount of slowness or gentleness mattered the trailer was like the web of a spider. The merest breath would trigger the monster.

I think at that point I decided to sleep outside. The beast within would not be denied.