Multiple

I am multi orgasmic and this is a constant longing.  Once in a while I try to at least get a couple of shakes in a short time frame. Though this is not comparable to 3 or 4 shakes in a row, it is the closest I can get to relive this wonderful time. The last time I achieved this, was 3 months ago. It was still winter and the rainy season where I live. On such days the golf course is empty even before the sun sets.

I got out of the care with a plastic bag in my hand and only wearing shorts and a t-shirt. These went into the plastic bag and left behind as soon as the street lamps couldn't reach me anymore. The soft rain and winter's chill gave me a slight shiver, just enough to make me feel alive. I could hear the little creek was running and my heart gave a jump with excitement.

Next to a small building was a big pile of sand that is used to fill the bunkers next to the greens. I couldn't resist it and went down on my knees, taking hands full of wet sand and rub it over my buttocks and in between. I rubbed my chest, pelvis, thighs, penis and scrotum before I went down and slowly moved my hips up and down. The battle was on, but my need for more than one orgasm won. With great self control I got up and walked further until I reached the little creek and followed it up to a road crossing. The creek flowed under a bridge to the other side. On my way there I could see cars crossing it from time to time and I didn't want to risk being seen. I made my way to the small pillars under the bridge. The water wasn't much more than ankle deep and I crawled all the way to the other side. This made me even more horny than I already was, but I pressed on, trying to get as much distance between me and my clothes as possible. The water than ran under the bridge was channeled into a storm water pipe that emptied with great force, way down into the creek again. I walked next to the creek and went into it, every time there formed a bit of a pool. The water was cold and by now I had more than a slight shiver. The folds in my scrotum was hard and tight and I could feel little bumps where my testicles were hiding. On the other side of the creek I found an embankment with mud and rotten leaves. I went down into it and rolled and rubbed myself. I stood on my knees, spread it apart as far as possible, reaching between my legs. I was intense, shivering, alive!

I walked back to where I saw the pipe emptying into the creek. The water rushed onto a concrete slab of about 1,5x1,5m, before falling into a pool, about the height of my hip, lower down. I stood on the slab in front of the pipe opening with my legs spread apart, a foot on either side of the running water. I tried to go down onto my knees, but the water was to strong. I laid down diagonally over the current and it worked. I lowered the tip of my foreskin into the current and it immediately flapped around like crazy. Unfortunately it was a very uncomfortable position and I had to abort. I carefully tried to get into the creek to see if it was possible to stand where the water was forming a waterfall. It worked! By then I was so horny that my foreskin only flapped for about 10 or 15 seconds before the feeling shot up my spine and down my legs, my knees bent and my torso shot foreword, making my face dive into the stream. I got back up and stood there for a while, while my half flaccid penis got slapped by the current until I couldn't take it anymore.

As I got out of the water, I could not believe how lucky I was to have found this man made waterfall, but at the same time the reality of how far I was from my clothes kicked in. I was satisfied and wanted to get into my car and go home, but I still had a far and difficult trail ahead. I started walking back and anxiously looked around to see if anyone saw me. When I reached the road crossing with the little bridge, I was still not ready to masturbate again, but the idea didn't repulse me either. There were some trees. I found one with a diameter of about 30cm and clamped myself around it. I humped slowly for a while before I felt any build-up. I changed from only moving my hips to a more focused movement of my whole body, pushing myself up and down with my legs. It took a while before my body was taken captive by the tip of my penis. I felt the vice at my scrotum and pleasure burning through my buttocks, up into my spine and tummy and down my legs again. Powerful jerks and spasms made my hips hit hard against the tree trunk until my knees clamped me down. Little after spasms kept on twitching and jerking through me, while I felt the warmth of my goo. I laid against the tree for perhaps 10 or 15 minutes, just being for a while, before crawling back under the bridge.

When I finally reached my clothes the rain was more than just a drizzle. I was shivering with cold, but not feeling ready to go yet. I decided to wait a while and see what happens before taking my t-shirt and shorts from the bag. I stood there in the rain, idly playing with my flaccid, little penis and crumpled scrotum. After a while it started to feel better and better again. I took the tip of my penis between my thumb, index and middle finger and pumped up and down. Surprisingly, it didn't take long. My anus contracted and it felt as if my testicles were sucked into me, even deeper than they already were. My knees bent and my chest thrust foreword, and yes, I indeed had "the shakes" for a third time!