I'm 18. Due to the lockdown, I've had basically nothing to do. I have a bike. I've been going on various bike rides. The other day I rode 20 miles to another city. The path I take is one giant, straight line. It passes through a few small towns, and a lot of farmland. I like it. It's not traditionally scenic, but it's peaceful. It's August right now. The corn is so tall. Actually it's too tall. I can't see over it. There's no hills. It's flat here. The path is paved in some places. Farther out from my city, it's just dirt. It's covered by trees, mostly. There's usually people, but more on my side, and less on the other. I just really wanted to ride my bike. It's fun to explore different places. It's a good accomplishment to go there and back. And sometimes I see hot men.
I rode past this jogger. He was older. I like older men. Maybe younger men aren't interested in long, dull trails like this one. His face was dirty and sweaty. But it was handsome. His shirt was gray. His shorts were red, and kind of orange. He had a bulge. It was swinging and flopping and his size was clear. I like that about joggers. Male joggers. Their shorts are usually pretty thin. In the summer at least. He was a big man. His chest was big. His arms were big. He wasn't really built like a runner. I passed him, then I looked behind me. His bright shorts were loose and thin. But they hugged his butt. There was a dark line down the middle. His glutes were round. I looked forwards again. It's a bad habit, but it's effective. I can't always do that when other people are around. But they're usually too far away. Or they're probably not paying attention. Probably. I guess it's a bit unfair of me to act like this. But I'm harmless. It's just appreciation!
I didn't really see anyone else. I saw people of course. It's fun to say hi. But I didn't see any other man who really stood out. Some bikers look nice but obviously I can't take my time and look at them. In fact, since the path is so long, there's usually only joggers, runners, and walkers at the start. And then there's just fewer and fewer people. I looked down at my moving legs. I had a gray pair of shorts on. The hair on my legs is pretty dark, and my skin is pretty light. I like my legs. They're strong. My thighs looked good. My shirt was colorful. I kind of was alone now. I figured it was ok to be bolder. And it was 3pm. It wasn't hot out, but I felt the heat of the sun. Most people turn around. I already knew there was no one behind me. So I felt my dick. I pulled it up and moved it to the side. My chest felt different. I was excited. I was thrilled. It's not like I planned this, but I was alone. I'm not against feeling good. It feels good to feel good. I wanted it to last.
I should hate the farmland but I don't. It used to be prairie. That's sad. But I think that the fields are pretty. Sometimes I see animals. I saw a cat. Deer. Horses and cows. Sheep. Birds. I like the natural silence. I let my mind wander. I thought about a different man I had seen. His shorts were light gray and he was running up a hill. His shoes were red. He also had a bulge. I watched his muscular butt. There's not many hills in the midwest. Then I thought about another man. His clothes were dark, and his shorts were black. His bulge had more support. His face was handsome. He acknowledged me as he passed. It made me feel good, to know that I wasn't different. Clearly I am. But I too bike and run and move a lot, so I don't look any different. My dick jumped. I wondered about their boners. Of course, these men were out running and they were soft. And they're not attracted to other men. But I knew that sometime and somewhere else, they also got like this.
Near the end, the trail has many intersections with farm roads. It's kind of annoying. There's rarely cars, and I probably could go down the roads if I wanted, but that's not the point. I needed somewhere to stop. There was a field I passed that looked good, but there was farm equipment all around. I couldn't go there. And I didn't want to be in the grass. I hate ticks. I have such bad luck. Apparently they're more active in the spring, but still. And I knew I was alone, but people from the other direction did occasionally pass by. I didn't want that risk. I didn't want to just stop. Finally, I reached the city. There's lots to explore and I took pictures of the different wooden signs. But I didn't want to cross any roads, so I found my way back to the trail pretty quickly. I actually chose to ride back on an adjacent farm road for at least five miles. It was newly paved. I was riding slowly. Corn was on both sides. Between houses I played with my crotch. It wasn't flat. My shorts were wrinkled. My tool was hard. It felt good to constantly feel the air on my body. All I heard was crickets. I thought about the man who jogged past me. His strong face. His strong body. He probably was back at home. Eventually the road ended. I was back on the long, straight path. But it wasn't hot out. I still had energy. I wanted to find another road.
The trees opened up and I rode through another intersection. I stopped. I looked at my phone. Where did this "road" go? It was just rocks and dirt. On one side, the fields were corn. On the other, the fields were soybean. Faraway, the buildings looked tiny. The clouds had shadows. It was endless. The weather was perfect. Then a car had turned onto the road. It was black. It stopped. I still looked at the map on my phone. I looked back at the car. A man was standing right by the corn. He was facing it. He might have been tall, but the wall of plants was taller. He leaned into it. He looked thin. His clothes were dark. His hands were at his pants. He was urinating. He stood there for some time. I walked around. I started to watch him. Eventually, he leaned forward and then back. He walked away from the stalks. He got back inside the car, and then moved it. I walked around again. I went down the bike trail. I pushed my fat dick back to the middle. I looked down. My shorts were flat. My shirt was flat. The rest of my body had sweat and dirt. I looked around. The car drove by. I watched it disappear. A wave of white dust followed. US POSTAL SERVICE. Wow. I was in the middle of nowhere. I guess that's just how the mail here works. He was an ordinary guy. That was an ordinary car. Us Postal Service had an air of formality to it. There was so much contrast in what I just saw. The man just urinated on the side of a field. In the open.
I looked around. There were so many clouds. I walked into the road. I walked towards the corn. There were some electric wires and their poles. The house was far away. The road was short, but felt long. My feet slipped on the big rocks. Then I turned and faced the trail. From here, I saw that a corner of the field was open. It could let me in. I looked at the grass. I stepped into it from the road, and walked along the side of the field. I jumped into the dirt. Then I turned and walked deep into the plants. I also had to piss. There was a tree nearby on the edge. It was big, and I walked real close to it. I pulled my dick out. It was fat but soft. I held it in my right hand. It was important that I got this out. It was fast. There was a lot of it. The yellow liquid went everywhere. It was hard to control. I didn't really control it. I wasn't really controlling myself. Eventually it stopped. Then I dropped my shorts. I pulled my boxers up. Their material was dark gray. My growing hardon pushed forwards. I left the tree and moved through the corn. I took in my surroundings. Through the leaves and stalks I could see part of the road. I was in a field. I was in a field in the middle of nowhere. A rural mailman had just spent time urinating outside this field. He thought he was alone. I thought I was alone. It was sunny out. There were a few clouds. The sky looked perfect. It's amazing how tall corn gets. The tops are orange.
I dropped my boxers. At this point my boner was furious. I pointed it at the stalk in front of me. The leaves of corn are like paper. They're really green, and thick, and they have lines. I squeezed myself. Outside my fist, the head was round and fat. I'm exactly seven inches. I'm about five inches thick. If I'm not as hard, then it's a little less. I felt so good. I was shaking. My ears were trying to listen. I was trying to be cautious. But I was thinking about the Us Postal Service. And that man in the open by the field. And the man that jogged past me. His big chest and his bouncing dick. I was holding my dick. I shook it just a little. I looked down and focused on my hairy legs. They started to bend. I was cumming. A white rope shot from my dick. I looked around. And then there were a lot of splashes. The noise was quiet. It was windy. The leaves next to me and in front of me were so much louder. All of the semen hit the ground. It was just brown dirt. I was breathing heavily. I was still shaking. The muscles in my legs felt tired. My dick was still fat. But it wasn't angry. Finally the desire was gone. I pulled my boxers up. The mess would dry. I found my shorts. I pushed through the corn into the road. I left it like I was meant to be there. At my bike, I drank some water. I had a bite of my protein bar. I felt good. My dick still felt heavy.
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Let me know if you read this far. Or if you've ever been in such a situation! This is my first submission.