Masturbating in a Forest Preserve

I love masturbating outdoors.  Just thinking about it gets me hard.  It's both the sense of oneness with nature while at the same time the risk of getting caught that's so thrilling.  

The problem I'd faced over the years was a lack of a good, reliable place outdoors to jerk.  There were a few large forest preserves that I had frequented, but it was heavily populated and hard to find privacy.  

And then I discovered a preserve within walkable distance from where I live.  I had walked this particular forest many times, so I had it scoped out pretty good.  Finally came the time to fully explore this forest.

It was a weekday, late morning, warm early fall day.  Temperatures were comfortable in the 70s.  I had on a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of flip flops.  Other than that, the only thing I carried was my favorite bottle of lube. 

As I stepped out of my house, I experienced a very unique sexual anticipation: Did I finally find the perfect spot to jerk-off?

I walked to the end of my block, turned the corner, and walked one more block to a semi-busy street.  Upon crossing this street, I'm at a bike path.  A short way up and off the bike path is a discreet grass trail that most people would probably overlook.  Turning onto this grass path, my excitement started to grow.  Not far along the path and I'm already concealed by tall grass, away from the street.  The path winds and curves, leading into a small woods.  Not long after that, I'm on the other side of the woods with a large meadow opening before me.  It's at this point that I start to feel that oneness with nature.  There's not one single evidence of civilization in sight.  I take my shirt off, feeling the skin on my chest as the sun warms me.  My cock wakes up and starts to swell.

After about a 1/2 mile walk, the path ends at a ravine.  At the bottom of the ravine is a small creek.  This is where most people, if they made it this far, would stop.  So I climbed down the 4-5 foot drop and started walking upstream.  At this point my heart is pounding in my chest - I'm getting nearer to my spot.  By now my cock is throbbing in my boxers and leaking large amounts of precum.  The creek winds and turns.  It's a shallow creek, the deepest is up to my knees.  (This is where my flip-flops come in handy.)  Another 1/4 mile and I get to a fallen log that's blocking that creek.  The only way around it is to climb over it, or crouch under it.  This would repel most people - and that is what ensures my privacy.  

Beyond the log for another 1/4 mile I come to a U-shaped section of the creek which has a little outlet on the bank with a small log.  This is my sweet spot.  It's time for me to explore my sexuality in nature - openly and freely.

I slip off my flip-flops and take off my shorts and boxers.  Hanging my clothes on a nearby branch, I am now free from all artificial restrictions.  I take a deep breath and take in the sights, sounds, and smells.  There are trees on both sides of the ravine, the water in the creek is gently flowing.  The sunshine peeks through the leaves - I can feel it all over my naked body - especially on my cock and balls.  There's also a gentle breeze which brushes past and teases my balls.  

I'm so excited at this point that I have to calm myself down.  I slowly start stroking my penis with one hand - nothing hard, just more of an exploratory feel.  I rub along my shaft, I work up to the top and feel the edges of my cut, I caress my balls with the other hand.  The only thing in the world at this point is nature, my hand, and my cock.  

I then start getting serious and pull out the lube.  I get my dick nice and slippery.  Still stroking with one hand - I don't want to rush this experience.  Of course by now my balls are begging to be released.

I then start stroking with two hands - now my cock knows I mean business.  I stroke standing up, then I stroke sitting on the log, feeling the coarse bark against my ass.  As I get nearer to my climax, I walk into the creek and fall to my knees.  I look up at the sky and then stroke hard and deep.  Several streaks of cum shoot out of my cock and land into the creek as my whole body is filled with pleasure.  At this moment, everything in the world is right.

Eventually I come back down to earth and the flow of the water carries my seed away.  My balls are contented, my dick relaxed, and I'm happy with a job well done.  I clean up whatever cum I can by flicking it into the water, and I put my shoes, shorts, and shirt back on.  

I walked back home with the satisfaction knowing that I discovered and claimed my own personal corner in this forest - just for me and my cock.

Since then I've been back a number of times.  It's one of the reasons I look forward to warm weather.  Jerking off outdoors is simply the best.