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My Secret Spot

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As a teenager growing up in Texas, we had 89 acres of woods surrounding our house. In the middle of the woods there was a creek that was about six feet wide and two-three feet deep. Whenever my parents left for town or were gone for the weekend, I would take off all my clothes except my tennis shoes. I would then proceed to follow the trails in the woods. My eventual destination would be a little hill overlooking the creek. On this hill, there was an old oak tree that had fallen down to the ground.

In one hand would there be a towel and in other hand there would be my Dad's Playboy that I 'borrowed.' (Thanks Dad!) Later on when I got older, I brought my own stash of magazines. I would put the towel down on the oak tree and proceed to put my back on the towel. At this point, I could start to feel sweat on my arms, head and legs as I had been walking in the woods as the Texas sun beat down on me. Meanwhile, the cooling sound of the water a few feet away from me invited me to jump in.

I would open the magazines and immediately my penis would start to get erect. I then used my pre-cum to wet my shaft and start to move my left hand up and down ever so slowly. My right hand would alternate between playing with my chest and massaging my inner thighs. By now, my eyes were closed as perspiration started to run down my face. My breathing would get heavier and heavier.

I would then let my mind go wild with fantasies from screwing the girl in my high school math class to making it with one of my teachers. I still get hard thinking about my speech teacher.

My favorite fantasies were to make love to some of the good looking mothers that showed up at the pool in town or some of my mother's friends. In fact, the vast majority of my dreams involved going to bed with older women. That was before MILF and Cougars became popular. There was something about sucking breasts of a thirty-five year old made my penis jump for joy. Later on, I dated some older women and married an older woman. One of these days, I will have to tell you about my masturbation experiences with a sexy MILF hairdresser that I went to.

After about 30-45 minutes of playing with myself on the log, I would finally fantasize that the older woman was next to me moving her tongue up and down my penis. At that point, I would send a white stream straight up my shaft and toward the clouds. I would be totally exhausted and a little dizzy as I would get up with sticky cum on my stomach and penis. I would not wash the semen off me but instead I would move my sweaty body to the creek where I would sit down in the creek to cool my body. Being a teenager and the ability to get my cock back into action in a fairly short time, I would start to get hard and I would start to play with myself again. I will leave my creek masturbations stories for another time.



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