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Stroking in the storm

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A solo masturbation outside before and during a storm

The storm Outside stood naked in the garden the air was heavy and humid and there was little breeze to offer any comfort to my bare flesh, which dripped with sweat under the heat of the summer day. On the horizon I could see dark clouds building slowly, concealing the bright blue sky and threatening to bring a storm. I let my fingers circle my nipples, rotating clockwise and then anti clockwise as my nipples began to stand proud reacting to the sensitive touch. My cock began to grow as it slowly started its transformation from small, flaccid, and soft to the full, phallic, proud, hard member that gives me so much pleasure. That which is a symbol of manhood itself and should be celebrated explored and enjoyed without guilt. The palms of my hands now brush down the front of my torso as I close my eyes. Caressing, feeling, and touching. My hands explore their way as I become aware of each stroke. Each stroke seemingly more intense than the last as the intensity builds and my manhood now stands swollen and erect. I avoid contact with my throbbing cock as the aim is to pay attention to all my body, part by part, before embarking on my hands on masturbation. This brings home the importance of my body as a whole and not just that one part that protrudes. I bend at the knees and begin to stroke down the front of my thighs and into the sensitive area of my inner thighs. The breeze begins to pick up and the clouds roll in dark, almost black as they bubble like the inside of a cauldron. My hands continue their journey to all the areas I can reach, each part receiving as much attention as the part before. The clouds cover the sun and the day becomes almost night in an instant as the refreshing breeze becomes a strong wind and I know rain is imminent. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles in the distance but soon it will be over head, that primal sound that strikes to your very core. My hands cup my balls and then grab and gently pull, tugging them down feeling my manhood throb and arc as I do. I brush my inner thighs with my finger tips building up the anticipation higher and higher. Then ever so gently with the slightest touch of my forefinger I brush the underside of my cock from the fraenum down to the base of my shaft. I repeat this several times feeling my cock jolt each time. I add some warm oil to the palm of my hands and begin to gently rub this over my manhood feeling the warmth and lubrication it offers as I glide my hands down my shaft one after the other in an alternating sequence. Left hand grip stroking down from the tip to base and release, right hand grip stroking down from the tip to base and release, again and again and again each movement faster than the one before as I feel the arousal build up. I use the palm of my hand to tap the underside of my cock and this I increase in pressure until it becomes a full on slap. Now with my palms facing each other and my cock sandwiched between, I begin to rub my hands up and down alternately as if I was trying to start a fire with a stick. Faster and faster my hands move causing a warm friction that quickly heats up. The rain starts, gently at first, just a few rain drops that patter on my bare skin. Lightning flashes and is quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder that sends tremors through my body. I begin to stroke my cock with my loose fist, up and down ever so slowly. The rain increases in its intensity and as it does I clench my fist and pick up the pace of my stroking. The rain is ice cold against my skin and hits hard like thousands of pin pricks but still I stand stroking, my fist clamped tight now around my cock as I stroke. I focus on my breathing as this holds the key, this will make the difference between holding back or ejaculating. This is not a race to the finish line but a prolonged rewarding experience and I will stop and start a number of times. My whole body shakes as I reach the first crescendo, the first orgasm of my session. I know when to stop the stimulation of my cock so that the orgasm does not flow over into the ejaculation. The two things separated by such a fine thread that they are often perceived as one and the same. The orgasm is that wave of energy that flows though you, that makes you shake and quiver almost uncontrollably and it is that I experience as I tug on my balls and focus on my breath. The rain is still beating down hard on my skin giving me a contrast of sensations that only add to my arousal and the thunder shakes the very ground beneath my feet as the sky lights up. As the sensation of the waves ebbs away I begin again my slow incline, my fingers drumming up and down over my cock making it bounce. Smearing my pre cum around my swollen head and spreading it down my shaft. Exploring my manhood outside in the elements and feeling a connection to the world around me. I continue as the storm circles and for almost an hour I keep myself aroused as the rain goes from heavy to light and heavy again. During one very intense moment in the storm my arousal reaches its peak and I can hold back no more. My whole body shudders as I groan loudly. I release my load like an eruption as my body reacts to each shot fired...

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