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A Special Place

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 05 Jan 2002 1 comments
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by kjphotog Here's a short, yet true story about when I first began to explore the awesome wonders that masturbating outdoors has to offer. I must confess writing and reliving this special moment in my early teens makes me firm up. Shortly after I'd discovered masturbation (see my Sept story) I found myself spending long periods of time pleasuring myself in the bathroom. And in a 1-bathroom family that didn't go over very well. Often times when I was just about to cum or while in the midst of pleasuring myself someone like my sister would knock on the door "I have to go�NOW!" The possibility of being interrupted with a knock at the door always kept me on edge. I knew spending lots of extra time in the bathroom was going to look suspicious. No one could possibly take that long just to pee, pooh or bathe. Although, no one ever really said anything to me, I worried about what they'd think. "Almost done" I'd shout back, picking up the pace so I would be done. Also, it was kinda difficult smuggling my girlie (Penthouse) magazines into and out of the bathroom too. I'd hide them in an unused section of the linen closet or in my room. What I really needed & wanted was a special place all to myself. Where I could be alone to pleasure myself to my hearts content. Living in the high desert area of Southern California there was plenty of wide-open spaces to explore near where we lived. One warm summery afternoon I set out on my 3-speed bike along with my dog Casey to explore the desert area out back of where we lived. After pedaling a mile or so the sand got soft and I had to leave my bike behind. I hiked the rest of the way up into hills over looking the ranch where we lived. At the top of the hill were some small sand dunes hidden by tall brush and Joshua trees. Right away I knew this was the special place I was looking for! And in seconds my clothes quickly disappeared from my body and piled into a heap on the sand. Oh, IT felt good having the warm sunshine pounding down onto my pale white teen boy body. My bod eagerly sucked up the wonderful sunshine. I began running up and down the sand dunes, my ball sac flapping between my legs. A summer's afternoon breeze blowing over my body cooled my sweaty body down, caressing my newly sprouted pubes. The air seemed so electric; my entire body seemed to tingle with excitement & anticipation. After running and playing in the dunes I knelt down onto the warm beach- like sand to scoop out a place to lay down. Lying down, I wiggled my butt into the sand to get comfy, then scooped sand to make a pillow for my head. All comfy, I reached down to begin fondling my soft cock; oh it felt so good to be naked and carefree. In a moment or two I was erect and enjoying my newly found pleasures, uP Down uP Down. Over and over. Strokestrokestroke. All the way up and all the way down. Again and again. I never seemed to tire of pleasuring myself. Speeding up. Slowing down. Setting the pace. Although, I'd discovered how to prolong my pleasuring, I wasn't really interested in making my pleasure last. Now all alone & naked, without a care in the world, and no one knocking on the bathroom door, I could pleasure myself to my hearts content. I could masturbate for as long as I wanted and cum as many times as I wanted. Wow. Finally, I was ready and felt like letting myself go. Orgasm! That's what I wanted. And to savor all those wonderful waves of pleasure as they surged through my entire being, from head to toes. Pleasure. Spurt. Pleasure. I loved how the two alternated and then mixed and became one. I kept stroking - for I was there. I'd arrived. I was right where I longed to be - in the pleasure zone. And while deep in the throes of an orgasm, I stared down in awe to watch the sticky strings of seed spill out from my pee slit and drop innocently onto the sand below. (Ah, at long last, no clean up!) My pleasures came loudly & wildly, OHMYGOD! I moaned and groaned. However, my ejaculations were silent and quick. I kept cumming in an unending series of quiet spurts and plunks onto the sand below. Spurt. Plunk. Spurt, plunk, over and over until I was totally empty and spent. Afterwards, with my cock softening in my hand, I lay still in the warm sand and felt tingly & glowing. I savored these wonderful effects of afterglow. My mind slowed, winding down from the incredible, heightened states of arousal that I'd learned to crave to this very day. I spent much of my free time in my special place during the summer and on weekends. Stashing my growing collection of girlie magazines under the bushes so I could "read" them whenever I wanted. . It was great having a place where I could be alone to pleasure myself. No one around to bother me, no door that can be knocked on. To this day I often fantasize about finding another place outdoors. And often find myself looking longingly at places I spot off the beaten path when I'm driving down the highway. Perhaps readers have a place outdoors to recommend in the Southern California/LA area?