Kern 2-Jackin on the Trail. This story is two of three and takes place on my second trip back to the Kern River as an adult. Since it happened 10 years ago it is to my best recollection as to the specifics, based on my years of 'practicing' the art of masturbation.
My family had such a good time on our first trip, as soon as possible we made plans to return to the river the following year. This time included some family members, and neighbors. We had three campsites in all with my parents sharing space on my site.
The water was extremely high this year (that's why my brother-in-law and his family never returned with us). We used four-person rafts this year with wooden oars. Riding the rapids was awesome. Weather is typically between 90 and 100 so it is very hot during the day. Fishing was the thing we usually did in the mornings. I loved the feel of the cool morning air against my skin when I fished. It has an effect on me - OK it makes me horny. Especially when I have on some loose shorts, no underwear, a light t-shirt, and sandals.
Well fishing can be boring when you don't catch anything, and my mind starts thinking about my need to get off, and likely places I could do it. I was fishing with some friends and family members nearby but not exactly next to me. Any opportunity I had to grab my cock and rub it I did. I loved reaching my hands up through the pant leg making skin contact with the head and shaft with my hand. I easily grasped around it giving myself a few quick strokes to keep the wood. My brother-in-law actually caught three fish, and decided to return to camp. I think my neighbor caught some also and returned to camp. I was the last one remaining except for a couple of other campers still fishing around me.
By the time I decided to quit fishing for the day, I was so horny, I knew I was going to jerk off as soon as the opportunity was there. I packed up my gear, and headed back on the trail to the campground. At 7:30 in the morning it was already about 80 degrees, and getting warmer. Suddenly it hit me that I just needed to masturbate right there on the trail. I quickly set my gear down and dropped my shorts to my ankles. Then I assumed the position. You know the one where you kneel down with your feet and knees on the ground and lean up with a straight back. I did this and went to town stroking myself. The possibility of getting caught on the trail added excitement to the moment. I looked into the brush in front of me and behind me as a stroked for any sign of someone coming (pun). As it turns out I would be the only one cumming at that moment.
I like leaning back sometimes in this position. This puts strain on the upper thighs as you hold the weight of your upper body. When I got to the point of no return I leaned forward and let the ropes of cum spray onto the sandy trail in front of me. Sometimes I clean up the tip of my dick with my finger and lick it. I am not sure I did it this time, but let's say I did so it wouldn't leave a wet spot on the front of my shorts for others to see.
I pulled up my shorts, and as I left I could see puddles of cum on the sand. I wondered if someone would come by in the next few minutes and see it. Another fine cumming in nature. Happy jackin.