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On the Trail

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I discovered this site while doing some research for a toy idea that I have. I've masturbated to orgasm 10-12 times over the past three days. I didn't know that I could do this at my age.


Having discovered this site about a week ago, I have been reading the stories here almost non-stop in a constant state of arousal.

A few days ago, I went for a hike, but before that, I had been reading many of these stories all day, including during my drive to my destination. Since it was a weekday, and since it was a reasonably remote location, there weren't many people out. I think that I encountered two people on my way out.

I had been hiking for a couple of hours, a little lost, since I didn't have a map, but I finally got myself oriented and made the trek to my destination. There was a bridge there over a small stream. Since I was mildly horny from reading the stories here, I decided to masturbate when I got to the bridge because I thought it would be interesting to watch my ejaculate fly from my penis into the water below.

The bridge was on a different trail from the one on which I was hiking, and when I got there, I discovered that it was a smaller trail than the one that brought me there. I was in a forest with predominantly Redwood and Madrone trees. It was lush-few people come here, and since it's on the ocean side of the mountains, the marine layer keeps the are damp and plants grow easily here.

When I finally saw my destination, it was perfect. The trail made a hairpin turn right at the bridge. The stream obviously continued downhill, between the two sides of the trail between it. But each trail ascended the hills on either side of the stream. It was like a pair of spread legs with the bridge at the crotch.

At this point, I had already removed my shirt, as it was hand wash only, and I didn't want to get it sweaty. I approached my location and looked around, setting myself up for my enjoyment. I faced downstream, taking in the view, unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis and began to stroke myself. The handrail was right at the level of my crotch, so I had to spread my legs to lower myself so that I could ejaculate past it and into the stream.

My pants were getting in my way a little, and I was thinking how nice it would be to masturbate somewhere public totally naked, so I undressed completely, deciding that I would be completely alone as no one had been by in the past few minutes, and there was no sign that anyone would come by anytime soon.

My penis was still a little soft from having masturbated so many times, but a rapid stroking and re-reading of the story on my phone was enough to get me going. It wasn't long before I felt the head rush and my penis tensing, and I started shooting my semen. I watched as the first few spurts flew into the stream below, then hit the bridge as I neared the end of my orgasm. I didn't get as good an impression as I wanted because the orgasm was clouding my brain.

I started dressing, and as I was putting on my shoes, I noticed that some of my cum dripped in them. I wiped that off with the tissue that I brought, knowing that I was going to do this, and I started my return trek, feeling relieved from my orgasm, but still mildly horny from all of the stories, eager to read more.



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