Public jacking can be a very risky thing. This is an account of one of the biggest risks I ever took in this regard... and having taken big risks was rewarded with one of the most wonderful orgasms I have had....ever! Much of the time when I masturbate I use the regular fast pump to orgasm...however I sometimes use a technique that intensifies several-fold the sensations and pleasures of my jacking session...and that involves simply a slowing down of the pumping action, to the extent that I am massaging my cock at about the rate of about 60 strokes a minute...only one stroke per second!
My morning this particular day began early as I donned my lycra biking tights, lycra top and cycling shoes. I had a back pack which contained the items necessary for my day...ham sandwich, bottle of water, hand cream for lubrication, Kleenex for clean-up. Mounting my bike I headed north to the outskirts of the city where the new city park was located. I followed the circular one-way drive to the northern area of the park where was to be found my 'picnicking' area. My destination was a picnic table set high...almost on the top…of a knoll which abutted the road in a very advantageous manner...for this reason: as I sat at the table, I was facing west...the road (one-way from right to left) approached from the north from behind the crest of the hill and (as it came into my view) curved quickly away from me and to the west. Cars driving the proper direction would be aware of my presence only if they glanced in their rear-view mirror as they were moving away from me. I had decided days before to go for it...and this was the day! It was early on a warm summer weekday morning; seven am when traffic was non-existent and the only people about were early morning joggers and walkers on the road. I saw only one groundskeeper on a riding mower working well away in the distance. I reasoned that if he looked like little more than an ant, I would look like as much to him if he happened to catch sight of me, a prospect that made me tingle with apprehension and excitement. Cautiously, I slipped my suspenders off my shoulders and keeping my eye on that groundkeeper, slid my lycra shorts down off my legs and kept them close at hand should an emergency arise. So far so good. Sitting there naked from the waist down, I cradled my package in my hands in anticipation of what was about to happen. I was well aware that slow-stroking would increase the time required to complete my actions and therefore increase the likelihood that I would be discovered, but be that as it may, I had already made the decision to take the risk, and hope for the best. Already my cock was beginning to come to life and I hastened the process by a few preliminary strokes, base to head. I quickly applied a coating of hand cream to lubricate my intact foreskin. My eyes were continually scanning the terrain as I kept up the stroking bringing my cock to a full erection. Changing from the three fingered preliminary hand position to a full-fisted grip, I was ready to go and somewhat a-tremble with anticipation....I began to pump with a steady one stroke a second rate of speed, which I fully intended to continue with till I was through. The sensations began to mount, my cock begging for me to quicken my pace and be done with it, but I persisted. My stroking hand began to tremble from the pressure of the approaching delirium. I closed my eyes and reveled in the good feelings which were getting more and more intense. Still at one stroke per second the trembling increased for what seemed like many minutes but which I reasoned could only have been a few seconds. Opening my eyes for a quick scan of the area, I noticed that a long string of precum had issued from the tip of my cock and shimmered down all the way to the ground. The mower of the lawn had moved even farther away, so I considered myself reasonably safe from that quarter...it was time! Continuing my slow stroke (my God how my soul was screaming for release!) i closed my eyes again. I was now at my most vulnerable, but I tossed caution to the winds and dove into my activity with abandon. My body began to go rigid, stretched out and was like a full body erection...hard and extended, like the member I now had in my grip. The sensation intensified tremendously!...how much longer could i deny myself? My body now trembled visibly as it cried out almost in pain for release...and as i reached that critical mass which threatened to explode in the head of my cock, a remarkable phenomenon occurred...it seemed that i froze, or became paralyzed on the point just a millimeter short of orgasm. For an extended split second, i could go neither forward nor backward...my whole body wanting to ejaculate, but was being prevented doing so by the pressure exerted by my hand...all was atremble!....until...at long, long last...a paroxysmal orgasm fairly EXPLODED from my loins and threw the first of many creamy white hot missiles of cum high in the air and landing on my chest...one reached my neck,...one my abdomen and on and on! (One of my fondest fantasies was to catch these arcing shooting masses in my mouth, but alas!...I have yet to do that.) I continued stroking as the volume of cum abated and oozed out and ran down the length of my cockshaft. It was my fondest desire at that time to sit there and revel in the satiation of a long denied orgasm but prudence (lol) prevailed and i set about getting cleaned up, (depositing much of my issue on my tongue) and getting dressed. The sun had sent its light filtering through the trees, and i heard the wakening birds around, i reasoned that they had been doing this since i arrived on the scene, but i was oblivious. Feeling the warmth of the day not only from the sun but an inward warmth which pervaded my soul and body...a sensation i was well familiar with, because.....
....I had masturbated!
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