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Out Dirt Biking

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True story from a long time ago.


Back in the late seventies my bestfriend at the time and his step-dad would go out dirt biking together.

We had spent from early morning till around 10:30AM out traversing the mountains trails of a Southern Cali off-road area. After a snack break my friend Jim said, 'Let's take a ride'. I was still wanting to rest and said 'Nah you guys go ahead'.

They took off and left me at camp to kick back. While sitting there in the sunshine taking in the great scenery. I began to daydream about what any boy of 14 would...Girls. Daydreams and magazines were all I had experienced at that point and had me worked up in no time. I decided that something had to be done about the hardening penis in my pants.

I looked around the area we were camped and we had parked in a place that was semi-private in that you could only be seen from one side of our truck. Positioning myself close to the truck on the other side left me virtually hidden from anyone close to where I was. The thought of getting myself off in such a place excited me. Getting caught by someone scared me and excited me at the same time.

I unbuttoned my Levis and took out my rock hard penis. Using a little spit on my hand I slowly began to stroke myself. It felt so good being there in the warm sun, a cool breeze blowing across my exposed balls. The thoughts of those girls I was to experience later in life filling my mind. I squeezed some pre-cum onto my fingertips and the natural lubricant increased the already wonderful feeling in my cock. I began to move my hand faster, pumping my hips and squeezing my hand a little tighter I came so hard, shooting small spurts of cum onto the ground in front of me. I kept slowly stroking every bit out of my dick and swirling cum with my fingers over the very sensitive tip.

After coming out of that postorgasmic haze the sound of other motorcycles in the area told me to wrap this session up. After cleaning up, buttoning up and kicking some dirt over the 'evidence'. Things were as normal as ever when my buddy and his dad returned shortly thereafter.

The memories of that Sat afternoon still can be felt even after all these years. Thanks to your website for giving us all a forum to share them.



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