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Date: Sat,  4 Nov 1995 08:53:53 UTC
Subject: A masturbation story 1
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	Chap 1.



	It started off as a short hike into the woods above the valley I 
live in. I just wanted to get away for awhile and enjoy some of Mother 
Nature's soothing powers. I came prepared with a knapsack to hold the 
few things I might need to enjoy myself. The usual things like a towel, 
lubricant, and something to drink. As I walked down the familiar trail 
the anticipation grew in my head. I made my way through a secluded 
meadow to a clearing on top of a hill overlooking the meadow. I had 
been there before and felt safe and secluded. A light breeze rose over 
the ridge of the hill and warmed me. My groin was tingling as I scanned 
the area to make sure I was alone.
	I spread a towel over the soft grass that covered the ground and 
started to undo my pants. All the hiking had kept my cock hard with the 
rubbing of my tight jeans. It felt great to slowly unbutton the waist 
and fly, slide them down and expose my legs to the warm breeze. I was 
turned  on standing there with my shorts bulging from the strain of my 
erection trying to rip its self free, it's shiny head peaking out the 
top. I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, looking over the 
beautiful surroundings. My hand quickly found its way to my crotch and 
the protruding head of my rod. I kneaded the firm bulge with the palm 
of my hand, moaning softly as my hand caressed the length of the shaft. 
The fabric of my shorts pulled tightly around my balls and my mind 
filled with the excitement of masturbating in the open. I felt the 
thrill of taking the chance of being caught while stroking my rod, 
putting on a show for someone to see. The thought sent a shiver up my 
spine and a small wet spot appeared on tip. I continued to rub firmly 
as I sat down on the towel, dreaming of the thrill of being caught just 
as I blow my load. 
	I laid back and slid my shorts down, a little at a time. My hands 
where trembling with fear and excitement when I pulled them off.  My 
cock was standing at attention, the shaft red and shiny in the 
fractured sunlight that broke through the trees. The head looked 
rubbery and had a little drop of white on the tip. I rubbed my nuts 
gently and got up on my knees to show of my naked cock. While I looked 
out over the meadow I caressed my hips and thighs softly, imagining I 
was being watched. Wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft of my cock 
I began to slowly stroke up and down, only brushing against the 
swelling head that was becoming more sensitive with each stroke. With 
my other hand I was gently squeezing my balls and rubbing a ring around 
my ass-hole. I was so hot I thought I would blow my load right then! I 
pinched the base of the shaft tightly and decided I'd better slow down 
if I wanted this to last.
	I took off my shirt to be completely naked and relaxed back on 
the towel. It was a wonderful feeling to be lying naked and exposed. 
The though of being caught sent a shiver through me and made my cock 
quiver. My rod was still firm and stood out against my white skin. 
Relaxing there I saw a jet passing overhead. I wondered if anyone 
wanted to watch as I stroked and writhed sensuously for them. It was 
only a minute before they passed out of sight and out of mind.
	I stood up to get a better view of my arena, spreading my legs 
just enough to let my balls feel the light breeze that rose from the 
meadow. I could see all the way across from where I was. The tree 
danced with the music of the wind. They had a strange rhythm to their 
movements, capricious yet steady. Their movements bent their shadows 
into various patterns.  My own body swayed with their rhythm, the light 
danced with the shadows across my naked flesh. I scanned the area 
around me, no one around."To bad," I thought. I was ready to put on a 
show. The breeze felt warm on my skin and helped to relax me. The warm 
feeling of my hands caressing my belly caused me to close my eyes and 
dream.
	I dreamed about small bed with only one sheet over it. I'm laying 
there naked, looking around the room. There are five women watching me, 
staring at my cock in my hand. "Let's see you stroke it for us 
Georgie," they say. I feel embarrassed at first, but their words of 
encouragement make me relax. As they get closer to the bed I recognize 
their faces. All the sophisticated women I know were gathered around my 
writhing body secretly touching themselves as they watched me strock my 
throbing member. "Make it cum for us, Georgie," one of them say. I look 
each one of them deeply in the eyes as I roll around on the bed 
stroking firmly on my cock with slow long strokes. They all have that 
look of passion in their eyes that makes my head spin. 
	I could feel my nuts tighten to explode when I opened my eyes and 
looked out over the meadow again. The trees still danced, but to a 
quicker pace. Still no one was around to watch the show and my cock was 
ready to explode. I laid back on the towel and spread my legs. My cock 
longed for attention as I wet my index finger. My breath was heavy and 
my cock was throbbing. I took the wet finger and rubbed some of the 
lubricant on the tip of the glands where the shaft and glands come 
together. My other hand grabbed the shaft firmly and held it still 
while my finger made little circles over the hot spot. I continued the 
slow circles and the feeling in my balls grew stronger. My whole body 
was bathed in the grip of desire, quivering on the brink of orgasm. I 
wanted to go faster and faster but I knew the release would come too 
quickly, shortening the agonizing ecstasy. 
	I was writhing on the ground, moaning out loud. The tightening of 
my balls was growing as my body shivered on the edge, ready to go over 
but clinging  tightly to the point where the ecstasy is at its 
greatest. My breath was coming in gasps as the tension in my body grew. 
I rubbed even slower....  almost not moving at all......  until I 
couldn't take it anymore! I looked down the hill and dreamed of being 
caught right then, load moans were coming from my mouth but I don't 
remember making them. I arched my hips, lifting my ass off the ground, 
and a stream of cum gushed from my cock. I gasped loudly as the orgasm 
grabbed my balls and squeezed them over and over again. The sticky 
fluid sprayed over my belly in globs, splashing against my skin and 
running down the sides. It seemed like five minutes before I stopped 
cumming! The pleasure I felt was great when my throbbing cock finished 
spewing its load. The warm glow of the orgasm filled my head while I 
milked my shrinking cock dry. 
	The cum was warm and I rubbed it into my skin, the smell all over 
my body was a reminder of a great orgasm. Looking around the clearing I 
felt reborn in Nature, naked, and spent. Masturbating in the wild is a 
great way to rekindle the spirit.
	After I cleaned up and dressed I made my way back to 
civilization. When I got to my car I found a note on the windshield. It 
commented on my "performance" in detail, describing almost every move. 
They must have really watched me to know this much detail, but I saw no 
one around. This was a pretty desolate place and the first thing that 
ran through my mind was that I could have been killed! I quickly 
unlocked my car, vowing to never do this again when I noticed an 
envelope on the seat. the window was open a little when I left and they 
must have slipped it through the crack. 
	I was frantic as I opened the envelope and found several pictures 
inside. They were clearly pictures of my show on the hill. One picture 
of me showed me standing up with a shaft of sunlight causing my cock to 
glisten. A shot of me kneeling and cupping my balls with both hands 
really turned me on. Shot after shot of my little party was a hit to 
somebody.
	The last picture I didn't recognize. She was beautiful! Her long 
black hair framed her face and flowed over the black leather vest that 
struggled to hold back her full breasts. Her blue eyes seemed to hold a 
power over me. There was another note in the envelope that showed the 
directions to a cabin near by. On the bottom it said I could have the 
negatives if I came for them. I was both frightened and enthralled. I 
sat there awhile, trying to decide if I should go. It seemed too 
dangerous but I had to find out who took the pictures. That and my cock 
was hard again.




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