While The World Was Ending, I Was Cumming Hard

As a preamble: all my stories are real as I mentioned in a past one. The older stories I kept in a manuscript diary and the newer ones I typed in any computer, not long after the moment happened. I add descriptions and details trying to enrich the story as a whole, but the scenes described here are 100% genuine.

Right at the end of my second semester in college, 90% of the students that lived in campus were already returning to their homes. I was supposed to do the same, but since I started a project in one of the labs, I had to keep an eye on some rats for at least ten days. Without my friends in campus, those were boring times, except for the weather that was pleasant at the time.

Like most days, my routine was to wake up a little later than usual, have my routine in the lab, get lunch, do whatever for an hour at least and then head to the gym. Physical activity was something that always satisfied me and doing it completely alone was even more satisfying.

I recall it was one of my last days in duty at the lab and the campus was absolutely deserted. On that day in particular, nobody was there to use the gym and I had it all for myself! Going there at around 4pm surely helped me because either people went in the morning or right after work. To top that off, it was a warm day but it could rain at any time and the skies were already darkening.

In any case, it was a leg day. Exhausting leg day! By the middle of my session I was sweating like crazy and since nobody was around, I really could moan and let the air go to relieve some of the stress. That was great because I finally couldn't contain it to myself and that act boosted my performance quite a bit. No distractions, only hard focus, it was almost like a meditation for me. Also, when it started to rain, the noise of the water hitting the ceiling was really loud, specially on the acrylic tiles.

At the end of my routine, my legs were pumping. I even pulled my shorts up and showed my rock solid tights in the mirror, absolutely satisfied. That for some reason was enough to get me a little horny and I was ready to quickly masturbate right there, with thunderous storming sounds outside. Right when I removed my shorts and showed my underwear with a bulging tent, apocalypse happened. A lightning stroke nearby and the power went down all across the campus.

I was scared as shit and pulled my shorts up immediately. That's when I realized how strong that storm was because it was 5 and something in the afternoon and everything was almost completely dark. I went outside and the wind was blowing really really hard, spraying water onto my face and slamming the door behind me. The gym was right inside the "stadium", that in a few steps back, you could be in the golf course and a few steps in you are inside the football field.

To go back to campus I had to go by the sides of the gold course and walk back to the common area. If I wanted to go, I would have to face that armageddon of a storm which I wasn't a fan. I decided to watch nature destroy everything around me and calmly wait for an opportunity to run back to my apartment. Going back to the gym, I grabbed my stuff and was ready to just sit in one of the benches and wait by the locker rooms... But something hit me.

As always, great memories always rush back and I remembered the time I was on a farm, on a similar day, but with a storm a thousand times more intense. I swear I tried to contain myself but my mind could only think about doing something crazy, especially in that scenario where I was far away from campus, with no electricity, with nobody around and with a storm raging really bad right in front of me.

Fuck it.

I removed my shorts and with only my underwear, I ventured into the gold course by jumping a fence. My cock was already hard just thinking about what I would do and, again, I was containing myself. I thought "maybe I just run around, the wind and the water will probably make me a little cold and I might give up". How wrong that was. Adrenaline and pure horniness rushed through me and I didn't feel a thing, I was Forest Gumping the place. 

I was running around instinctively searching mindlessly for a place to sit down and really do whatever I wanted to. The golf course was huge and when I realized, I was almost a quarter mile in, standing up in the open field where I could be hit by a lightning and die almost instantly on my underwear and with a hardon. That of course didn't occurred to me at that time and I only stopped when I felt my foot covered in water.

The golf course at a point started to get a little little steep, creating small "valleys" where some water concentrated, because it was raining so bad that the soil couldn't absorb any more water and a small scale flood was forming on those valleys. Damn that was fucking perfect!! I went up on a little hill and could see nothing, not even the main campus building because of the amount of water that was pouring. A veil formed so strong that all one could see was water and wind moving around.

That's when I removed my underwear and got completely naked, right on that hill. I took a few seconds to just get the feeling of what I was doing: my dick 7 inch was straight up, pulsating hard with the foreskin naturally pulling back exposing the head of my penis. I pressed it from all the way back to the tip just to feel how much precum I had without even touching my dick. It was just like a natural cold shower, with how intense that storm was and I was in the middle of it. Again in a place that absolutely nobody would be around, given all the circumstances. I had the utter most feeling of greatness and I clenched my butthole a couple of time just so I could see my dick could get even harder.

Everything was so intense that I remember sitting down and trying to play with myself a little bit before really getting into the action. I massaged my nipples, touched gently my balls and my shaft, simulating a handjob before I decided it was time. I pressed my butt really hard on the floor and firmed my feet on that hill, and just slowly masturbated. Pressing really hard with my fingers, I just went around in an open/close motion with my foreskin, focusing on the tip of my cock. Each small stroke had a clench on my insides: I knew I had to keep slow and steady not to cum that fast. And I enjoyed every single moment of it.

With that motion, I held on for almost five minutes as I recall. Changing my grip, now holding onto the whole shaft with my hand, I increased my speed and focused myself on the surroundings. I could only hear the howling wind, the thunder in the distance and the constant pouring of water. No more than two minutes passed and I was really about to cum when my body relaxed so much that I just slid off my position. 

The terrain was so slippery that my jerking off motion sitting down made me move around enough that I couldn't hold myself in place and just "rolled around" to that small valley from before. Truth being said, I could have tried not to fall but I was having so much fun that I really went for it and purposely caused a rollover to myself. The "valley" was absolutely flooded and instead of trying to get up again and climb the hill, I stayed there and laid on my back.

The water-grass mixture was in such a great volume that it covered me so much that my dick could be almost entirely submerged while it touched my stomach. I remember that cold water making pressure on my butt when trying to move, because of the soil underneath. Damn that was so exciting. I just moved around a little and moved my butt up and down, making splashing sounds and moaning while trying to jerk myself off. I knew I wouldn't be comfortable doing that so I stopped and sat down on that flooded area to finish what I started.

As much as it was raining, I wanted to see myself cum, literally. Sitting down, I had my balls and the base of my dick submerged and then I really went for it. I smashed my dick like never before, up and down with my whole hand grabbing hard on it. No longer than thirty seconds, I was giving small moans, getting louder and louder each time until I grunted as I had a huge orgasm flowing through me. The cum strings were flying directly onto my face and neck as I was looking directly to my dick, also trying to avoid getting more rain water in my eyes. I recall having five or six big waves pulsating from inside out, expelling so much cum that my face got deliciously smeared. After that, two or three small ones, like small shocks, then it subsided.

And with that comes some clarity, as usual. Just like waking up from a wet dream, I had to go. But unlike other times, I decided to make the most of it. At first I tried to lick some of that cum on my face and cleaned most of it. After that I crawled up that hill belly down, on purpose, to retrieve my underwear. I felt like I needed to get dirty and live that to it fullest. After putting my still semi-hard dick back into the safety of my underwear, I ran the way back to the stadium and the gym. At some moments, I slid myself on that grass, that was so wet I could go on and on forever.

The real clarity hit me when I reached back to the gym and entered the locker room. Still with no power, I laid down on one of the benches inside in almost pitch darkness, as it was way past 6 pm. I wasn't really cold but I could feel my wet underwear being colder than my body, so whatever, let's get naked and decide what to do next. I was still panting, my dick started dripping a little bit of cum when I let it on the side of my belly while laying down... And I didn't know what to do.

My clothes were in my bag that I brought with me, alright. But I couldn't simply wear them, dirty and soaking wet. Alright I could but still I would have to run all the way back to the main campus building with the most terrible storm still raging, that's plan A. In plan B I could also just put my underwear on and run back, leaving my things behind in a locker and get them tomorrow. That was my best option and I could just pray I wouldn't stumble upon anyone in the halls with a semi-transparent wet underwear and a semi-hardon that wouldn't subside.

As it is a trend in all the stories I post here, I was genuinely leaving. I put my underwear back on for the second time and left the locker room, ready to confront the storm again. But my "sobriety" was finally making me realize how cold and unpleasant that storm was. The patio was starting to flood already and the rain and wind were really strong. I could not face that again, I didn't have the energy or enough motivation to do so. So I backed out to the locker room again, tediously laying down in that same bench, staring at the ceiling with that loud water sound banging in my head from above.

Just when I was almost thinking that this adventure wouldn't pay off, I remembered something: the uni waters run in a boiler system. Damn how couldn't I see that before. Then I start executing plan C, which also follows a trend in most of my stories. I turned on one of the showers and before I could even check the water, I locked the room from the inside, just to make sure nobody would ever come in. Seems strange coming from someone that just minutes ago was fully naked vigorously beating meat and moaning in a golf field. In any case, returning to the shower I was glad to see it had a very hot and and consistent flow of water.

The showers were communal so I had plenty of room for myself and the shower heads were huge, meaning a greater area of hot water for me and in no time, I was warm and really happy. My escape plans were garbage, I thought to myself. Better stay, warm myself and just wait the storm out, it wouldn't last forever though. As I removed most of the dirt from my legs, belly and back, I knew I had to take a proper shower. In my way back to my stuff to grab a sponge and my soap, I knew what was gonna happen and I really resisted it. It's just like a werewolf having the consciousness that the full moon is inevitable. When I stepped back in the shower and removed my underwear for the third time, leaving it hanging on the tap, it revealed my cock already hardening up. 

"Can't you just stay down?" - I, ironically, really said that out loud when it happened. Until today, I never felt any guilt on masturbating, by the contrary, it was one of my most enjoyable moments. But at the same time, I knew those specific moments happened so rarely that I had to make the most of them. It's just inevitable, after a powerful orgasm, my body was craving for more and the anticipation was already building up.

So I again prepared the field for yet another great jerk off session. There were four shower heads in the back of the locker room and around six or seven in the sides. I was in the back ones and decided to turn on every each of them, in hopes to emulate the storm outside, but warm this time. It was a somewhat big area so I again tried to be playful and slid from the first shower to the last one, getting impulse with my legs on the wall and going faster each time, trying not to hit my head in the other wall. All that with my belly up, pulling back my foreskin so the hot water could reach the very tip of my penis.

At a certain time, I picked the liquid soap from the skins and threw a lot all across the showers, after closing the drains. In no time, when I had it all bubbling and foaming I closed the showers, making it even more fun and slippery for a long time. I was having the time of my life, throwing foam everywhere and every once in a while, jerked off a little to keep my mood going. I was completely covered in foam, sliding around and making a mess. 

I wasn't planing on leaving that place so soon, but I had the idea to try to slide with my butt up, meaning, my dick directly on the floor. Well since I could see that my feet were pretty slippery, it would be a smooth ride and there I went. It was really fun, using my arms now to give me impulse, I could go a little slower. What I thought it was just joyful excitement was in reality pure horniness as my foreskin between slides was folding and "vibrating" onto the floor while I was sliding. When I stopped for a moment, my penis was so sensible that I could just cum anytime. That was when I stood up and paid attention to myself, covered in foam and with my dick pulsating hard, just like it was giving me permission to proceed as another memorable moment was being constructed.

And I wasted a little more time, collecting some foam from here and where and tried concentrating then in a single spot, right next to a wall. There I entered and spread my legs before jerking off, without even caring about anything. I remember trying to cum fast but I couldn't, so I accelerated, without barely seeing my penis inside all that foam. Some things are physiological, I had ejaculated less than two hours ago and as much as I was stimulating my dick, I wasn't climaxing. But I insisted, for around five or so minutes nonstop, enough for most of the foam to dissolve. When I was finally getting close, that's something I am ashamed of because I'm usually not that verbal or loud, I remember just moaning and groaning naughty stuff like, "I'm cumming", "I'm gonna cum so much," or, "fuck yes," and finally I yelled a big, "AAAAAAH" that echoed around that place. Then I came around four or five jets of runny cum that mixed with the leftover foam all over my chest and belly.

Again I was in pure satisfaction with those waves of pleasure flowing through my body and as I was cumming, I couldn't let go of my dick but I did slid down from the wall and laid on the floor. After cumming, I just couldn't stop while my dick was still hard, I wanted more! So much that I jerked myself off again and again, faster and faster, moaning and moving my butt up and down and going on and on for thirty more seconds until a last "wave" hit me. Was that a third orgasm? I'll never know, but that was enough to make me satisfied.

When my second clarity kicked in, I could see the mess that I made and had to clean everything up. I dissolved all the foam that was still left and took a proper shower, putting my mind into rest. I breathed in and out while letting the water let go of all that happened in that place, that only you readers will know, nobody else. When I turned the shower off, I dried myself and went to the middle benches to dress up. At that moment, still fully naked, I stopped for a moment and wondered if my body would force me to masturbate for a third time and it was a close call. I was horny in my mind but my body wouldn't answer.

Then I called it. Dressed up really well with my sport shoes, pants and waterproof jacket. By that time, the storm was subsiding but not enough and the power was still off. I had to wait another forty minutes or so before I could run back to campus without getting soaked. When I arrived, as empty as it was, staff was still trying to figure out what happened to the power grid and they all looked at me like "what is this boy doing here?" because if it wasn't for the few students left, they could have left the power off for longer. In any case, I waited in the cafeteria and it wasn't long to have the lights back on again, at around 8:30pm. I was starving so I grabbed whatever I could microwave and went back to my apartment, where I jugged a lot of water and went straight to bed.

The following morning, my body was smashed and hurting all over from everything I did before. One thing I couldn't keep my mind off was how much fun I had and how intimate and special that jerk off session was, again. My morning wood was inevitable and I began humping my bed, as the head of my penis was exposed, with only my underwear covering it. Without thinking twice, I removed it and started humping a pillow I keep between my legs, imagining everything I did yesterday and specially how strong those orgasms were.

Needless to say, I threw away that pillow and jerked myself off to climax really fast. That was the first of many times that I masturbated remembering that day. Writing this story might do the same.