I am a well adjusted, successful person with a normal life and family. I stumbled on this web site a month ago, and figured it was time to submit my favorite masturbation story.
When I was in graduate school, I made many long drives in the Western United States. One time, I was in a very desolate section of road, which was two lanes each direction divided by a median. On the right hand side of the road, a rail road track followed the road. Cars were scarce, at best you might see a single car every ten minutes. It was a wide open part of the country, you could see for miles.
I had a fantasy of being naked in broad day light and decided this was my chance. I pulled over to the side of the road, locked my car, and hiked up and over the rail road tracks down the other side. Although protected a little bit by the tracks, if a car should pass by, it would certainly see me.
I disrobed slowly and deliberatley. Wearing nothing but shoes with no socks, I hiked along the tracks for a few minutes to make sure I was far enough from my clothes so they were not within easy reach should someone drive by.
The feel of the wind on my body, the sun, the clouds, and free feeling of being nude felt like nothing else. I sported a raging hard on the moment I undressed.
I found a nice spot near the track, and began to masturbate. It was wonderful. As I rubbed my penis, I could see for miles both ways down the highway and tracks. For that moment, it was me and the Earth, nothing and no one else.
The wind gently caressed by butt and balls, the sun shown down on my face and my penis, and I ejaculated with a force that surprised me, I came at least ten very long and satisfying squirts of white semen into the ground. As I started to go limp, I realized I was naked and quickly made my way back to my clothes and dressed, worried about being busted by a passer-by. It is one of my fondest memories.