When I was a young man, I was pretty naive, but I loved my penis pounding escapades so much so that I often went to 'secret spots' and , armed with soft porn mags, I jacked myself till I was jackhappy.
I couldn't seem to get enough of getting off. I would start off with a fast wack, and one after another, I would stroke till I was completely drained. I always told myself I would try not to get naked, but somehow I always ended up completely bare skinned and beating on my bone.
My bike trips to the nearby woods were always horny rides, with my stiff prick rubbing against the porn mag stuffed in my pants. Once outside of town, I'd pull out my straining shaft and rub it's sensitive head. Orgasming as I pedalled was a challenge, with the rigour of orgasm making my legs stiffen and shake; I would have to stop pull down my jeans to my knees and finish my jerk.
Within minutes, I'd be hard again; thinking of what I'd just done made me hard again. It was different than wanking in bed, because the 'chasing' of the last orgasm outside was coming from the last risk, which led to the next, to the next....I eventually was seen. But that's a story for another time.