I didn't learn my lesson getting caught!
I refrained from enjoying myself for a few weeks after the unfortunate incident in the coal bunker and being caught naked outside. I was turning 14 and the last thing I needed was another public humiliation involving something I was starting to like quite a bit. My parents even went as far as removing the door from both my bedroom and the second floor bathroom. It was starting to stress me out to the point I had no private place to engage in playing with myself.
I found the perfect solution by just not doing it at home until things improved. So I found a wooded area across the road facing away from the house where I could not only beat off in seclusion but do it on my way to, and back home from school. This lasted a couple years until the highway department came and cut back the trees and shrubs leaving me exposed to the neighbors south acreage. I jacked off almost daily during the summer there anyway. Me sitting there naked, legs spread wide two handing myself until I would explode a series of ropey cum all over my chest and belly.
I got so brazen I would start disrobing in the school yard by taking off my shoes and socks walking barefoot towards home and then remove my shirt halfway home and taking off my pants and underwear at the edge of the field and run naked to my new pleasure spot with a bundle of clothes and school books under each arm. My hard cock flapping in the breeze would get what it deserved once I got to the safety of the bushes. It was those years I still think about when I need to raise an erection.