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A Walk In The Dark

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I was feeling adventerous one night so...


Back when I was in my early twenties I was staying in my parents basement over summer break from college.  One hot July night I could not get to sleep.  I was restless and horny, much more than usual.  Most nights I rub one out before falling asleep, but this night I knew that wouldn't be enough.  I had already masturbated earlier that day and I could still feel my hormones electrifying my blood.  My mind was delirious with erotic thoughts and images.  Now I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist.  The thought of someone being aroused by the sight of me naked is a thrill that's hard to describe.  The opportunities to practice this, however, are few and far between and I fear the consequences if I'm caught by an unwilling voyeur.  The few experiences I've had are some of my most erotic memories, but are not part of this story. The hours crept by and I realized I was never going to get to sleep until I did something to satisfy my libido. I decided to do something a bit extreme.  I decided to go for a walk. Fortunately, my parents have a walk-out basement.  I could easily leave and return without being detected.  In fact, I'd occasionally crept out into the backyard after dark in the nude just to feel the cool night air on my skin.  At first I considered finding a spot in the yard to relieve myself, but quickly decided that wouldn't be enough.  That night I craved a sexual adventure that was completely new.  I slipped on my shoes, a t-shirt and jeans and slipped out into the night. It must have been well past midnight.  As I walked I could feel my heart beating faster and my penis beginning to swell.  I wasn't in any danger.  This is the most typical suburban neighborhood you could imagine and the residential streets were completely deserted and illuminated by streetlights.  But it still felt daring to be out this late, especially with such lascivious intent.  Feeling bold I took off my shirt and tucked it into the back of my jeans.  I hoped someone would look out their window and see me.  Would they be able to tell what I was thinking.   I decided to walk to the park that was only about a quarter mile from my parents house - the park where I used to ride bikes with my friends and play little league baseball as a boy.  Even at a slow strolling pace I arrived at the park quickly.  The park had a paved walking path that was about a mile loop, past a small lake and up and down a hill, past the ball fields and playground.  Near the lake, there was a small picnic shelter.  I began to make my way there.  Set back about 40 yards from the lake, it afforded me a beautiful view of the night reflected on the still water.  Though there weren't many lights in this part of the park, the moon and stars illuminated the area well enough.  The park was also surrounded by the neighborhood houses.  The back windows of any one of a dozen homes adjacent to the park or along the lake shore had a clear view of my perch.  I sat down at on one of the picnic tables, took off my shoes and lit a cigarette. I leaned back and looked around.  I studied the windows that were near by.  A few of them were illuminated and I felt a mix of fear and excitement hoping to see a silhouette pass one of them.  Was anyone still up?  Even more thrilling were the darkened windows.  Perhaps some horny insomniac like me was peering out into the nigh, hoping for a thrill.   I looked down at my body.  I was pleased with what I saw.  I'm no body builder, but my training for the lacrosse team at school had paid off and I was in excellent shape.  I felt that if anyone could see me they would be pleased.  I was becoming even more aroused.  My jeans were beginning to become uncomfortable.  Grasping my cigarette between my lips, I took my t-shirt out of my waste band, set it on the table, and unbuttoned my jeans.  I unzipped them and stood up.  The denim went slack and they fell to the ground.  I lifted my feet out of them and took a few steps away, now totally naked. What a thrill! My penis was hard and throbbing now.  I was so excited I was trembling.  I walked a little further so that I was no longer near my clothes.  If someone could see me, and I hoped they could, there would be no doubt what I was up to - naked and alone at night in the park with a huge erection.  I could see the moonlight reflecting off my engorged penis.  It looked sexy!  I finished my cigarette and flicked it away. I walked down to the lake.  There was a wooden bench about 10 yards from the shore.  There was a small tree next to it that might provide some shade in the daytime, but other than that it was completely exposed.  I sat down and leaned back.  I took a deep breath and finally allowed myself to touch my pulsing erection.  It felt so good!  It had been a long time since I had been this aroused.  I started stroking slowly.  I wanted this to last. I leaned back further and closed my eyes. I rested my other arm along the back of the bench and spread my feet .  In my mind I was daring anybody to look at me.  There I was, naked and unashamed, sitting on a bench clothed in moonlight, stroking my cock – masturbating - for all the world to see.  I felt pre-cum oozing from the tip and coating my shaft.  The new sound of wet flesh on flesh added a new dimension.  Now I felt that an observer could not only see me, but hear me as well. I don't know how long I sat there stroking my cock Ten minutes, twenty perhaps.  At that time in my life I would usually give myself a half-hour or more, but on this night I know I was much more excited.  Before long I felt that thrilling tingle from my balls to the inside of my knees and all the way down to my feet.  I could feel every hair on my body stand up and salute the night - salute my approaching orgasm.  I held back for a few seconds until the sensation overwhelmed me.  I released an audible sigh and shot my cum into the air.  As it flew I could see the light reflecting off the sparkling drops of semen before they feel to the grass at my feet.  As the sensation subsided I slouched back and released a long exhale.  I felt all the tension leave by body.   I was so satisfied. After a short interval I rose from the bench and walked back to my clothes.  I put on my jeans and shoes but left my shirt off as an act of deviance.  I was so pleased with what I'd done.  I lit another cigarette and headed back out of the park.  Had anyone seen me?  Probably not.  But the possibility that someone had has fueled my fantasies ever since. Thanks for reading.

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