A second adventure I had at my grandparent's property. It was a physically exhausting day, but I hope, despite long, it won't be an exhausting story to read.
As a brief context, my grandparents have a huge rural property. I described it in a previous story and it had around 2000 acres and it neared a small creek, with the crops in a safe distance because it used to flood back in the day. The living area consists in two identical houses, a common area with a pool and other accommodations. What I left behind, and also describing now, is that by the south of that creek, limiting the area, we had a barn.
It was an old school barn, it was even red and white, believe me or not. Inside it, we had all sorts of old stuff including my grandpa's old truck that he used to get around the place. In any case, the farm had two living accommodations where my parents and grandparents were most of the time and a pool, where I was most of the time.
During that day specifically, my parents were there to check in with my grandma who had a recent orthopedic procedure and were shocked to see her doing all sorts of stuff all around the place. That kind of helped lighten up the mood because they thought she would be sort of depressed after being in and out of hospitals for quite some time. It had also been a long time since I personally had visited the place and it was mostly like I remembered from a couple of years ago.
Exactly as expected, my parents although initially shocked because grandma was making a doctor far away very much infuriated, they were glad to see her so much better. We had a joyful lunch and I couldn't be happier for my family and for myself, because I knew some memories were going to be written on that exact same day.
After lunch, I decided to take it easy with the old folks and watched some TV with them in the main house. As for familiar tradition, they decided to have their "siesta" and that was the perfect moment to leave, looking for an adventure. Despite being in the common area, the pool was just a good 5 minute walk from the main house and I decided to bring nothing with me, just myself barefooted with some shorts and underwear.
Already sweating from the small walk, I decided to jump in the pool, no questions asked. I remember how refreshing it was and how I needed that, because by that time specifically, I didn't have a proper pool at home, nor was I enlisted in any recreational activity at college. That's because in my mind, I was always "underdeveloped" and was always comparing myself to the other guys my age and I was definitely a late bloomer. Honestly, I had a decent slim body, I tried to exercise as much as possible and for my standards, I considered myself to have a nice dick. I trimmed my pubes and was still a really 6 to 7 inches nice! Still, no confidence around people. Another reason to prefer the seclusion.
When I got tired of swimming, I exited the pool and looked around to see if my family was around. Another introjected fear: getting caught! Years of being surveilled and demanded for results and performance and academic prowess made me have this unconscious fear of being watched all the time. So I sort of investigated, walked back near the house just to have an idea of what they were doing and, finally feeling safe... It was time.
I jumped into the pool once again just for the thrill of the moment and while doing random laps, I untied my shorts and let go of them, being only in my underwear. Letting it sink, somehow my inhibitions were going away with it and I ventured to the opposite side from where I went last time, heading to the barn. I was soaking wet and barefoot, it was another long walk now in between the crops, but my mind was steadfast: I needed to get as far away as I could.
It was a long walk, several minutes, but I was finally there. The barn was nearing another creek at the other end of the property, so I was definitely far away from my family. The problem was that the damn place was locked! To get inside, to summarize my endeavor, I had to climb from a nearby tree to a small window left open and jump onto a haystack to cushion my fall. It sounds really cartoonish, but believe me when I say it happened exactly like this.
Inside the barn, I don't know if it was the subsiding adrenaline or even the acoustics of the place, but I stood right in the middle of it, where my grandpa's truck was supposed to be, and just listened to the sounds around me. I could only hear some distant birds chirping and the constant flow of the creek. That aroused the hell out of me because I was completely alone, closed in my own world once again.
Immediately I put my dick out, sat down near that same haystack and started jerking off. Without fantasizing so much, I was focused on me and my own personal pleasure at all times. I remember literally wrapping my hand around my dick and just performing stroke after stroke, feeling myself getting harder and harder each time. At some point I really stopped caring, the arousal got the best of me and I removed my underwear, throwing it as far as I could.
From that moment on, it was jerk off fiesta. Without a clear technique in mind, I lay down on the dry dirt floor and I kept stroking continuously, putting some spit on my hand every once in a while. I wasn't much of a masturbator back then, so it seemed like my orgasms were kind of locked in, I had to go through so much trouble and physical effort to reach them... But it happened! Three or four ropes of white cum just squirted out of my dick that landed right on my belly as I was lying on the floor, now covered in dirt from all the back and forth.
After the thrill subsided and I got some clarity, I was terribly sweaty! The barn was insulating all the heat and the place was like an oven, so I had to get out of there. Luckily, the back door was unlocked (should have checked it first) and I was out, just a few meters from the creek and I needed to clean myself so naturally, it was the obvious choice. As I walked the steps from the barn to the water, just hearing my still hard dick bouncing on my belly, mushing all that cum on my skin, along with some residual arousal made me get frisky, again.
I decided to enter the creek and hold myself in place against the current. Although somewhat shallow and narrow, the flow was consistent and when laying down the water, I tried putting my legs down and letting the current flow directly into my dick. Damn that was just something!! My dick was still very sensitive from the previous orgasm and the water hitting my dick from behind, making waves on my frenum, and that just hit me so good! I remember getting waves and waves of uncontrollable pleasure. It was very different from anything I had experienced before and absolutely wild. At some point, I caught myself moaning and gasping really loud and at some point I couldn't take it any longer, so I stood up again.
"That was... Something..." And all my thoughts were like this. I didn't ejaculate again, but I left that creek with the weight of a thousand orgasms on me. I could feel my insides burn but my mind and body, physiologically, wanted more! My dick was straight-up, erect 100% of the time after that. It was ointing straight up to the sky and ready for the action, but masturbating it was impossible due the increased sensitiveness.
I needed time. So I decided to walk to the end of the creek. A long 15 minute walk that I wish I had on record: completely naked, still dirty from the messy jerk off on the floor, soaking wet and with my dick absolutely hard. Again, with no one around, I was king of my own world. With my mind very much dominated by all sorts of dirty thoughts, every place I looked seemed to be "jerkable". What if I put my dick on that fence hole? What if I jump the other fence and jerk off in the road? That kept me aroused all the way down the closed area of the property. I had to sneak in between some trees and plants but kept following the creek until I found where the creek desembogued.
It was a gorgeous pond with crystal clear water, surrounded by trees and with a glade right on top of it. The scenery was absolutely fantastic, almost paradisiacal and I once again knew this was the place to be. Time to slow things down and just enjoy the moment. I remember just sitting by its edge before entering and the pond was really shallow, allowing me to sit down and have the water cover near my chest.
My physical arousal was slowly subsiding, but luckily not my mental arousal. As much as I tried to escape the naughty thoughts, they were there. My mind was intoxicated by wanting "more sex", but years of societal vigilance were repressing my inner instincts, again. As I sat down, immersed in the waters, I once again "phased out" from the material world and just focused on what I had in front of me and in my own feelings and intimate desires. In that place, I could be whatever I wanted, for as long as I could physically endure. Different than before, it was not the adrenaline that shed all my worries, but solely the solitude and seclusion.
That's the moment I willingly started touching myself again, in all my very different erogenous zones. I rubbed my feet and toes underwater, moving my right hand all along my legs and tight while aching to grab my hardening penis. I deviated from it for the moment and started just playing somewhere else, literally exploring my body. It was a beautiful and innocent moment as if I was rediscovering sexual pleasure all over again, running my hands all over my body. A nice juxtaposition between what was expected from me, a late bloomer lost in college, to the private adventurous and sex-driven version of me. The evident contrast between an innocent guy, who wouldn't hurt a fly, and a visceral animal, seeking nothing but pleasure.
The definitive moment happened when I started massaging my nipples. Gosh, they were so sensitive! I remember them getting swelled and hard just as my dick was getting fully erected once again. That made me start breathing hard, exhaling faster as something was burning inside me once again. Pressing my right nipple and massaging with my left hand while my right hand was finally beginning to stroke my penis was really erotic, now remembering it. Normally, guys don't care much about the specific details when pleasuring themselves, especially at my age back then, with the rawness of youth still kicking.
As I was slowly stroking my dick, my other hand set out to explore my body and the environment. More nipple rubbing and even some anal play. As I moved the water back and forth, I splashed it all over me before just letting go to swim a little bit on that pond. Since it wasn't that deep, one of the hardest erections I ever had was always periscoping the surface of the water. After some time enjoying myself, it must have been around 15 minutes, the big urge was starting to build. I knew that if I kept jerking off, something huge was gonna happen and I didn't want to miss a single moment of it.
I stopped masturbating and stopped moving for a second. I stood up and as the sun coming from the glade made it possible to see my reflection on the pond, I felt so much joy, excitement and uncontrollable horniness. That was freaking hot! All the nothingness surrounding me, very few to no sounds and my body, completely engaged in finding sexual pleasure wherever possible. My dick was once again so hard, but I felt anesthetized by everything and the sensitivity I had before disappeared. I felt so proud of the firmness of my erection and the potency of it, that I jokingly bounced it on my stomach just so the sound of it could arouse me even more.
That's when I sat down again nearing the edge of the pond and wanked so hard, but so hard... I splashed water everywhere, moaned loudly and yelled the utter most despicable words of pleasure (which I am sparing you guys from). When I was about to climax, I felt like I physically couldn't but I somehow picked up my pace even more, accelerating my hands while focusing on the very tip of my penis. Then, after using all my strength to keep jerking off even harder, I saw myself shouting with all my lungs, "PLEASE LET ME CUM, LET ME CUM... I AM CUMMING!!" As I was cumming, I stood up and arched my back on the pond's edge, letting enormous quantities of cum fly onto the water. During the very moment of the orgasm, I felt like my insides were being expelled along with the six or seven jets of cum that I ejaculated. I simply could not believe how potent that orgasm was and I remember only yelling, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD I AM CUMMING SO MUCH!!" I must have provoked something really intense inside of me because my prostate and other organs pulsated so hard and kept on doing so for some seconds after the ejaculation.
As the last drops of cum were still coming out of my throbbing dick, I closed my eyes and almost passed out submerging back in the waters again. I remember just sitting there for about two minutes in a huge afterglow, contemplating what I just did. Normally I would feel somewhat embarrassed by the wild act I had just performed, but again, this time I was feeling proud. Exiting the pond, once again standing up on the water, unbelievably, my dick was still hard!! I shook it a little and stroked it a few more times then a mini thrust came from within me, liberating no more than a teaspoon of cum. Was it another orgasm? The third or fourth? It was really good nonetheless and now, I was completely depleted of energy and still had to return home.
Naked, I had to stop by the barn to retrieve my underwear. Then again, a long, long walk back to the pool, to retrieve my shorts. I even had to jump into the pool to make my family believe I was there the whole time. All this adventure took place during the whole afternoon, from 1 pm to around 5 pm. By nightfall, I was dozing off by the dinner table and excused myself after the meal. I went to bed at around 9 pm11 am and woke up the next day around 11am, missing breakfast and everything. I cannot believe how much energy I could spend just for some private time and I also could not believe how sore my body was the next day. My right arm was unbearably painful, as if I sprained something. My legs were tired from the walking and swimming. And obviously my dick was completely ravished from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head.
And yet, I was completely satisfied.
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