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Chap 1.
It started off as a short hike into the woods above the valley I live in. I just wanted to get away for awhile and enjoy some of Mother Nature's soothing powers. I came prepared with a knapsack to hold the few things I might need to enjoy myself. The usual things like a towel, lubricant, and something to drink. As I walked down the familiar trail the anticipation grew in my head. I made my way through a secluded meadow to a clearing on top of a hill overlooking the meadow. I had been there before and felt safe and secluded. A light breeze rose over the ridge of the hill and warmed me. My groin was tingling as I scanned the area to make sure I was alone.
I spread a towel over the soft grass that covered the ground and started to undo my pants. All the hiking had kept my cock hard with the rubbing of my tight jeans. It felt great to slowly unbutton the waist and fly, slide them down and expose my legs to the warm breeze. I was turned on standing there with my shorts bulging from the strain of my erection trying to rip its self free, it's shiny head peaking out the top. I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, looking over the beautiful surroundings. My hand quickly found its way to my crotch and the protruding head of my rod. I kneaded the firm bulge with the palm of my hand, moaning softly as my hand caressed the length of the shaft. The fabric of my shorts pulled tightly around my balls and my mind filled with the excitement of masturbating in the open. I felt the thrill of taking the chance of being caught while stroking my rod, putting on a show for someone to see. The thought sent a shiver up my spine and a small wet spot appeared on tip. I continued to rub firmly as I sat down on the towel, dreaming of the thrill of being caught just as I blow my load.
I laid back and slid my shorts down, a little at a time. My hands where trembling with fear and excitement when I pulled them off. My cock was standing at attention, the shaft red and shiny in the fractured sunlight that broke through the trees. The head looked rubbery and had a little drop of white on the tip. I rubbed my nuts gently and got up on my knees to show of my naked cock. While I looked out over the meadow I caressed my hips and thighs softly, imagining I was being watched. Wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft of my cock I began to slowly stroke up and down, only brushing against the swelling head that was becoming more sensitive with each stroke. With my other hand I was gently squeezing my balls and rubbing a ring around my ass-hole. I was so hot I thought I would blow my load right then! I pinched the base of the shaft tightly and decided I'd better slow down if I wanted this to last.
I took off my shirt to be completely naked and relaxed back on the towel. It was a wonderful feeling to be lying naked and exposed. The though of being caught sent a shiver through me and made my cock quiver. My rod was still firm and stood out against my white skin. Relaxing there I saw a jet passing overhead. I wondered if anyone wanted to watch as I stroked and writhed sensuously for them. It was only a minute before they passed out of sight and out of mind.
I stood up to get a better view of my arena, spreading my legs just enough to let my balls feel the light breeze that rose from the meadow. I could see all the way across from where I was. The tree danced with the music of the wind. They had a strange rhythm to their movements, capricious yet steady. Their movements bent their shadows into various patterns. My own body swayed with their rhythm, the light danced with the shadows across my naked flesh. I scanned the area around me, no one around."To bad," I thought. I was ready to put on a show. The breeze felt warm on my skin and helped to relax me. The warm feeling of my hands caressing my belly caused me to close my eyes and dream.
I dreamed about small bed with only one sheet over it. I'm laying there naked, looking around the room. There are five women watching me, staring at my cock in my hand. "Let's see you stroke it for us Georgie," they say. I feel embarrassed at first, but their words of encouragement make me relax. As they get closer to the bed I recognize their faces. All the sophisticated women I know were gathered around my writhing body secretly touching themselves as they watched me strock my throbing member. "Make it cum for us, Georgie," one of them say. I look each one of them deeply in the eyes as I roll around on the bed stroking firmly on my cock with slow long strokes. They all have that look of passion in their eyes that makes my head spin.
I could feel my nuts tighten to explode when I opened my eyes and looked out over the meadow again. The trees still danced, but to a quicker pace. Still no one was around to watch the show and my cock was ready to explode. I laid back on the towel and spread my legs. My cock longed for attention as I wet my index finger. My breath was heavy and my cock was throbbing. I took the wet finger and rubbed some of the lubricant on the tip of the glands where the shaft and glands come together. My other hand grabbed the shaft firmly and held it still while my finger made little circles over the hot spot. I continued the slow circles and the feeling in my balls grew stronger. My whole body was bathed in the grip of desire, quivering on the brink of orgasm. I wanted to go faster and faster but I knew the release would come too quickly, shortening the agonizing ecstasy.
I was writhing on the ground, moaning out loud. The tightening of my balls was growing as my body shivered on the edge, ready to go over but clinging tightly to the point where the ecstasy is at its greatest. My breath was coming in gasps as the tension in my body grew. I rubbed even slower.... almost not moving at all...... until I couldn't take it anymore! I looked down the hill and dreamed of being caught right then, load moans were coming from my mouth but I don't remember making them. I arched my hips, lifting my ass off the ground, and a stream of cum gushed from my cock. I gasped loudly as the orgasm grabbed my balls and squeezed them over and over again. The sticky fluid sprayed over my belly in globs, splashing against my skin and running down the sides. It seemed like five minutes before I stopped cumming! The pleasure I felt was great when my throbbing cock finished spewing its load. The warm glow of the orgasm filled my head while I milked my shrinking cock dry.
The cum was warm and I rubbed it into my skin, the smell all over my body was a reminder of a great orgasm. Looking around the clearing I felt reborn in Nature, naked, and spent. Masturbating in the wild is a great way to rekindle the spirit.
After I cleaned up and dressed I made my way back to civilization. When I got to my car I found a note on the windshield. It commented on my "performance" in detail, describing almost every move. They must have really watched me to know this much detail, but I saw no one around. This was a pretty desolate place and the first thing that ran through my mind was that I could have been killed! I quickly unlocked my car, vowing to never do this again when I noticed an envelope on the seat. the window was open a little when I left and they must have slipped it through the crack.
I was frantic as I opened the envelope and found several pictures inside. They were clearly pictures of my show on the hill. One picture of me showed me standing up with a shaft of sunlight causing my cock to glisten. A shot of me kneeling and cupping my balls with both hands really turned me on. Shot after shot of my little party was a hit to somebody.
The last picture I didn't recognize. She was beautiful! Her long black hair framed her face and flowed over the black leather vest that struggled to hold back her full breasts. Her blue eyes seemed to hold a power over me. There was another note in the envelope that showed the directions to a cabin near by. On the bottom it said I could have the negatives if I came for them. I was both frightened and enthralled. I sat there awhile, trying to decide if I should go. It seemed too dangerous but I had to find out who took the pictures. That and my cock was hard again.
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