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Commune with Nature

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 08 Jun 2003 3 comments
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by Bren Hello, everybody! Reading all of your stories has gotten me all worked up, and now I'm in the mood to share one of my favorite memories of my formative years. I grew up in a small town in the midwest, and when I turned 4, I started taking horseback lessons. My horse, Duke, was kind and gentle, and was very good around children. I grew up around him, and we had many good times riding through the woods on the edge of town. As I reached puberty, I discovered that the tight English riding pants rubbed against me in a way that made my penis start to tingle and get bigger. This often happened during my lessons, and I suspect that my riding instructor knew that I was getting excited by the hip motion that you need to have in order to sit comfortably on horeback. I would have to adjust myself so that my growing erection would extend down one leg or the other, or it would get repeatedly sat upon. This meant that I was constantly rubbing myself on the saddle throughout my hour-long lessons. I was always too nervous to come at the barn, so after my lesson was done, I would rush to get home before my parents so I could masturbate in my room. One day, when I was about 14, I took Duke out for a trail ride by myself, as I had often done in the past. I was horny when we started out, and I was already totally hard when we entered the woods. We walked through the woods and down a steep hill to a stream that I liked to sit by. I felt my dick pulse with every step that Duke took, and when we reached the stream, I was sweating and breathing heavily. I wanted to get myself off, but I couldn't find a good, comfortable place to lie down near the stream. I turned Duke around, and we started to walk up the hill again. As I leaned forward into the saddle to steady myself on the hill, my dick was trapped between me and the pommel of the saddle. From that point, all I remember is clutching Duke's powerful neck and humping the saddle in rhythm to his steps. I came in less than a minute, soaking the crotch of my riding pants. It was marvelous! Duke stopped at the top of the hill, and waited for me to recover. My head was spinning, and I rested for a few minutes, feeling my body relax after it's release. I had masturbated before, but I had never gotten off without touching myself. Thrilled with my discovery, I returned to the barn, changed my pants quickly, and went home to masturbate again. I made this a weekly ritual for a number of years, until I discovered that women can do all that and more. Duke is grazing in the Great Blue Pasture now, but I will always think of him as a steady companion, and my first masturbation partner. I would reccommend a walk in the woods to anybody who can get onto the back of a horse. It's a great way to commune with nature!