Another true story of my youth and fascination with masturbation.
When I was 17 years old I went to a party at a friend's house. There was considerable drinking going on and I had quite a bit before I felt like walking home. It was summertime and the evening was warm and dark. It must have been around 1130 by the time I started across the golf course to my house. As I walked I began to feel a bit daring and a bit horny. I dropped my shorts and underwear and took off my shirt on my walk across the 17th green fairway. I was pretty sure there was no one around at that time of the night. My cock began to grow as it swayed between my skinny bare legs. I stopped and lay in the middle of the fairway and looked up at the stars. As my cock steadily got harder I began to run my hands over my lithe body. Pausing over my nipples and stroking my pubic hair. My member now stood at full attention and demanded to be touched. I rolled onto my stomach and ground it into the soft cool grass. I slowly worked my hand under me and grasped my hard thin cut rod
and began to stroke it. I removed my hand and humped at the grass. It felt good but not as good as my or someone else's hands ever could. I stood up and gathered my clothing and walked towards the green. I reached the green and my rock hard cock wavered in front of me, acting like a dowsing rod looking for something to satisfy it. I stopped near the hole and removed the stick, as I exerted my mid section a copious amount of pre cum began to flow from my straining boy cock. I looked down and watched as the stream became thicker and the drop began to ooze forth from the purple head. I placed the palm of my hand under the drizzle and caught it all. Mmmm, a nice salty snack I thought. I brought the pool of me to my lips and slurped it all in. It tasted just as good as always. Being drunk I felt like doing stuff I never would have done sober, I just wish there was another one of the guys I had just partied with there to share in this late night excursion. I looked at the hole on the 17th and felt an urge to put my steel hard boycock into it. I knelt down and lowered it into the hole. It wasn't that deep but was warmer than the outside air. I pumped my cock in and out of the hole, as I did this my cock head brushed against the bottom and it felt pretty good. I rolled onto my back and then began to rub my cock in earnest. Really feeling the urge to cum soon I moved my fingers from the base of my cock to the tip, dry rubbing it. The friction got my hips moving and my ass muscles tensing and releasing. With my left hand I reached between my legs and caressed my ball sack and asshole. My middle finger circled it and I thought of inserting it but didn't feel it that night. My fist was furiously pumping my shaft and my sack tightened up, the familiar
pre cum fluids flew all over my stretched out writhing body. I was moaning and thrashing about when I felt the head of my cock swell and the first volley of cum erupted from my throbbing cock. The first shot landed on my cheek and lips, the second and third on my chin and lips, the succeeding charges landed on my chest and stomach, some pooling in my navel. As the last wave of my intense orgasm subsided and the final ooze of cum flowed into my pubic hair I sighed and relaxed completely drained and spread eagle on the green. I lay there for a few moments as I swirled the cum all over my body and licked the drops from my face. I brought my fingers to my lips to clean off the remainder of the sticky mess. I sat up and looked around and noticed the flag that I had dropped from the hole had my cum spattered on it. I stood and replaced the flag, leaving my jizz on the flag thinking of who will be looking at it tomorrow. I gathered my clothing and walked the rest of the course, still naked. As I walked my soft sticky cock would stick to my inner thigh every once in a while. It felt cool. I got to the street and continued on walking naked. The thrill was still with me as I walked towards a main road. I got as far as a few yards from the main street when I lost my nerve and walked behind a restaurant and put my clothing back on. By that time my cum had dried and was slightly itchy. I will always remember that night and the 17th hole that I fucked. Golf, from that day forward has never been the same for me.
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