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Summer Sun

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 24 Jan 1999 1 comments
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I don't really remember how I found the path. I just seemed to know it would be there-some sort of mental telepathy from the last horney fellow who stroked himself in the sun there. I made my way through the cane bamboo until I came upon a clearing with a piece of plywood set in the middle. It was perfect. I spread my towel out and stripped naked to enjoy the summer sun. The hot California sun beat down on me until I was sweaty and tanned. Straight sun has always had a way of making me high-maybe it is just the dehydration - but I feel euphoric and alive after baking my body in the sun's rays. As I lay there my mind drifted towards sex and soon enough my dick began to stir predictably. I could feel the precum leak from the tip and it was a beautiful sight to see it glisten in the sun. My heartbeat was visibly echoed by the corresponding throb of my rock hard dick. I closed my eyes and passed my familiar hand over my swollen ballsac and shaft. My fingertips spread precum over the head of my dick and I reveled in its slickness. I was able to scoop a small handful of seat from the spot where my chest muscles meet my abs, and I began to work out on my penis. By this time, the sun-induced dizziness had removed all abandon, and it did not even occur to me that I might not be alone. I was getting more and more into it; my back arched so much that just the top of my head and my heels were still left touching the ground. Then I lowered myself down and ran my free hand over my taut stomach, through my thick pubes, around my shaft and balls and back up again as I continued to stroke with abandon. I would go right to the edge and then back away-this was too good to rush. Finally after what seemed like hours, I stood up and stroked straight towards the sky. I seemed to have some spiritual quality, a connection to the sun that was warming my body and the wind that was kissing my skin. I guess the dehydration was progressing! I found myself standing on my "tiptoes" and fucking my right hand like some sort of lust crazed animal. Torrents of cum flew from my dick -and the entire world seemed to shake with the waves that flowed from my body. It was incredible-no drug or drink could possibly match the altered state I felt at that moment. I can't actually remember when I first became aware of the sound of on person applauding, but I had evidently shared the experience with someone who was watching from a concealed place in the brush. I did not feel I had anything to be embarrassed about so I took a bow, got dressed slowly and went to look for some water-my spectator never revealed their identity just their obvious enjoyment a masterful masturbation. It was in California�was that you Brian?