Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 15:37:58 -0700
From: Frank Oliva <markjacker@gmail.com>
Subject: Masturbating Outdoors

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MasturBating Outdoors

If you have read my previous bating story "Becoming a Chronic Bator," then
you know how much I love masturbation.  I think I'd do it all day everyday
if I had that much semen in me but today I'm going to tell you another
spicy side of masturbation for me - the joy I've found in masturbating
outside.

I learned about masturbation in the open air.  This was in the days when
there was no internet.  I talk about it in "Becoming a Chronic Bator," so
I'll let you enjoy that story by itself.

As a boy I had always enjoyed the dry orgasms available to any
pre-pubescent boy who learns to pleasure himself by rubbing his erect penis
against a surface like a pillow or a mattress.  Once I had that first
glorious wet orgasm I never looked back.  It was impossible to satisfy my
growing penis.

It wasn't enough to rub my penis in bed.  I wanted more.  I began to scout
out other possible venues.  When I went swimming at one of the city pools I
always got a boner.  One of the boys who joined me on these swimming
afternoons was absolutely unmerciful; he'd draw attention to my erection
and make an object of fun of me.  Little did he know how much I wanted to
have fun with him and his penis.  I tried to involve him and another sexy
boy but we always were thwarted.

So totally boned and incredibly horny I began to scout places where I might
indulge my passion out of doors.  I hadn't discovered cruisy restrooms but
whenever I'd see a well covered outdoor area I decided I would have to
experiment with outdoor masturbation.

The first time I tried it I was about twelve years old.  I was getting
throbbing erections every day and I had to find more relief.  The place was
something between a median and a small park a few blocks from my home.  It
was covered with overgrown shrubbery and trees and seemed perfect for my
first outdoor experiment.  I went in.  Undid my jeans pulled down my
jockeys and began manipulating my pulsing penis.  The release was almost
instant and I left my load on a tree, buttoned up and headed home, much
relieved.

When I was in 8th grade I was taking piano lessons at a girls' high school
near my home.  One day, on my way back to the house I decided to pass
through an overgrown field and seeing no one nearby my penis boned and I
decided this would be the perfect place for a bate.  I lay down in the tall
grass, undid my pants and freed my aching boner and pounded myself to a
delicious orgasm.  As usual with my spent load I zipped up shook the
hayseed from my clothes and headed home as though nothing had happened
except inside I was feeling that post orgasmic glow.

Shortly after the field bate, I heard about a secluded lake up the hill
across from my house.  Whenever the evening air was feeling particularly
warm and I was feeling particularly horny I'd grab my member swim suit from
the San Francisco Olympic Club, which I thought made me look hot and always
got me even hornier than I was already feeling, and headed down the road to
the path that lead to the lake.

This is where I really began to enjoy outdoor bating.  I'd strip myself
nude, put on the suit, swim around a little bit with my boned penis until I
could not stand the degree of horniness.  I would have to take matters in
hand and have another delicious bate, releasing my sperm load into the
lake.  This became one of my favorite high school activities.

Once I'd had my first blow job in a park on a sunny afternoon, my outdoor
bating habits diminished and I became a dick and mouth hunter.  I went to
Europe in my junior year and discovered the lovely custom of outdoor
urinals, perfect for men who enjoyed bating in the open air with other like
minded men.  Sometimes these opportunities lead to blow jobs but more often
than not each man was beating his meat to orgasm.

Eventually I discovered the pleasures of nude beaches such as Black's in
San Diego, Wohler Bridge on the Russian River, San Gregorio on the San
Mateo Coast, Little Makena in Maui, San Juan Bridge on the Yuba River and
other similar Gay Mecca's.  All of these provided great eye candy and great
bates.

Eventually I would enjoy bating outdoors nude so much that I would look for
any deserted river beach, drop my Speedo, swim nude a little bit and then
enjoy what has become one of my favorite sexual activities, enjoying the
feeling of my naked body and loving my throbbing penis to the masturbator's
true reward, shooting a delicious load while enjoying being naked and horny
outside.  Bate on Boys!