I just submitted my first story to Solo Touch, about a very recent massage ('My latest massage experience'), and thought I'd follow it with the true tale of my first outdoor experience.
I'm from a working class Catholic family and have four siblings. Sexuality, when it raised its head, wasn't easy to find time for, and mass on Sundays was a duty. Yet I stopped believing anything the RC church told me I was still at school.
One Sunday, after I'd been as sexually active as I could find time to be while sharing a three bedroom house with six others (both my parents were still alive), I was almost at the church door, when I decided to go for a walk instead. As it happens, the church was close to the edge of town, and ten minutes later I was in the countryside. A few minutes more and I was in a small wood, and out the other side. Then, as I looked across a field to another wood, the solitude hit me. I started out down the side of the field, and I knew that I wanted to take my clothes off; beyond that, I didn't think.
So I crossed a fence, entered the wood, and almost immediately found a small clearing. No paths other than the one I entered, and a clear view back to the first wood. I could see anyone approach several minutes before they would see me. Heart beating, I started undressing, and by the time I was naked, I was also erect. Naked, erect and outside is always nice, but that first time, on a sunny Spring morning with a cool wind around my buttocks and between my legs to remind me how naked I was, was something else.
I started to masturbate, and within a minute or so, shot all over the grass. To this day, I feel giddy after doing it standing up outside - not indoors though, I've no idea why. I guess it's the thrill, the heart slowing down after both exertion and the feeling of danger.
Anyway, I got dressed, went home and told mom the service was uneventful. And I did the same thing every week for the next couple of years, until I went to college! Alas, those woods are now a golf driving range, and nudity is not an option; although as I no longer live in England, it doesn't matter much to me!
One final tip: Spring is better than Summer for outdoor fun in the woods, there are far fewer insects around (at least in England), and wasps and bluebottles are a big distraction when you're trying to cum!