Trash Day

 This is a true account of a mini adventure I had this week. I am
retired and live in northern Wisconsin on 10 acres of wooded land,
somewhat secluded, with a really long driveway. As such I take a
weekly walk to the end of the drive pulling our wheeled trash
container behind me. Since our pickup time is between 6am and 6pm I
usually perform this task on Sunday nights, but sometimes I forget so
it’s an early Monday morning task, which the week of October 24th
was one of those times.

When I exited the house at 5:30 in the morning, flashlight in hand and wearing only
sweatpants, sweatshirt and sneakers, I encountered unusually warm
weather with a moderate south wind, wow it’s nice out. I started
my trek down the drive pulling the two wheel bin behind me and looked
up at the stars and thought how nice it would be to feel the warm
breeze on my skin. I deposited the container in its resting spot at
the end of the driveway and started back to the house. After I
traversed a short distance I stopped and turned off the flashlight.
It was totally dark and the only sound was the movement from the
remaining leaves on the trees. I went for it, I pulled my sweatshirt
over my head, kicked off my sneakers, and removed my sweatpants, I
was in heaven as the breeze felt exhilarating on my now bare skin,
especially on my exposed cock and balls. I put my sneakers back on,
picked up my clothes and very slowly continued my walk back to the
house. As I walked I thought about my old friend who lives several states away, I am sure
he would enjoy this nude walk with me. I know he would want to put
his arm around my shoulders to be side by side so we could gently rub
each other’s bare back. Eventually we would stop walking and he
would stand in front of me and would start rubbing my chest as I did
the same to him. Our rubbing would go lower, to our stomachs and
eventually to our cocks and we would slowly stroke each other. At
this point I had a nice hard-on so I stopped walking and put my hand
around my cock and started to stroke. I also envisioned him kneeling
on the ground and performing one of his wonderful blowjobs, wanting
my hot cum as his reward. I continued to stroke myself and gently
massaged my balls with my other hand, oh the marvelous feeling. I
keep on stroking faster and harder, I had to cum. I closed my eyes
remembering the last time my friend finished me off and how good it
was. I reached the point of no return and let my cum drop to the
ground and stood there feeling relaxed. I decided I would have to
call him later and tell him about this.