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A Walk in the Woods

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 17 Jun 1998 1 comments
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by Greg Last spring, while on vacation, I had decided to take an all-day hike in one of the nearby redwood parks. One of the trail guides described a virgin, first-growth redwood grove and I was intrigued. When I got to the park, only two of the campsites in the car-accessible areas were occupied and I saw no other vehicles around. I like peaceful hikes, so this looked promising. I also try to make it a point to get off-trail somewhere along the way and pump off a load and it looked like it was going to be pretty easy to do this time. After hiking for about two hours, constantly batting spiderwebs out of my way, I was very sure I was the first person along the trail that day. When I reached the junction with the loop trail that headed for the grove and saw that the walk-in trail camp was also deserted, I thought "I really DO have the place to myself". The weather was perfect, about 75 F, clear, with dappled sunlight all along the way, and a light breeze. I couldn't pass up the opportunity any longer, so off came the shirt, off came the shorts, and off came the jockstrap. At this point my cock was roaring hard and standing out in front of me, ready to lead the way. I set off along the trail, my left hand carrying my clothes and small pack, my right hand lightly pumping my dick as I walked along. I kept thinking "I can't stand it... I'm stark naked in the woods, walking down the middle of the trail with a raging hardon sticking out in front of me." Coupled with the light breeze that was tickling my butt-fur, I was almost ready to get off right there, but I kept going - I wanted just the right spot. After about one quarter mile, the trail got increasingly overgrown, mostly with periwinkle, but also with (uh, oh!) poison oak. Personally, I've never had a problem with it, but I do like to show a healthy respect just in case. At some point, I looked ahead and thought that maybe this was as far as I was going to get today. I really wanted to get off a load, so I set down my stuff, spread my legs a bit, put some spit on my left fingers so I could work my butthole, and used my right hand to pump my already throbbing cock. I worked it slow to make it last, building up to the blast point a couple of times, then stopping. The great surroundings, plus the light breeze brushing my furry chest and butt brought me up to the edge again, and then over it. I held back as long as I could, then released my grip and thrust my hips forward at the same time and watched that first blast of cum shoot out the end of my cock and splatter all over the undergrowth. The next couple of spurts didn't reach as far, but they felt just as good. I don't know about you, but besides loving to jack off and cum, I really enjoy watching a hot load shoot out the end of my dick...what a rush. When I had come back down and got my breath back, I looked ahead on the trail again and thought, "Well, maybe if I'm careful." I can get pretty stubborn when I'm hiking, wanting to see where the trail leads and not giving up easily. Besides, I really had my heart set on that grove. So, still naked, I slowly pushed the bigger branches out of the way, moved carefully, and forged ahead. Lucky me, the nasty part was only about a hundred feet long; after that, it started to open back up a bit and a few hundred yards later all the undergrowth disappeared and I was back on a clear trail through the trees. A little while later, I stopped for a bit on a steep downhill slope and a light breeze came up, caressing my butt-fur and causing my cock to swell back up to full size. I knew it was probably too soon to get off another good load of cum, but that didn't mean I couldn't pump my meat for a while and enjoy the feeling. After a few minutes of this, I picked up my stuff and headed off down the trail again. It must have been about another half hour when I came into the grove fairly suddenly. Man, I tell you, Hollywood couldn't have done this better. Huge trees, mostly upright, but a couple of them fallen, a stream right through the middle, ferns and moss everywhere, sunlight filtering through the trees. I thought I was in heaven and immediately started looking around for a spot to make myself comfortable and get into a serious masturbation session. I settled on a moss-covered fallen tree, just the right height for me to sit back on. I pumped my stiff cock slowly at first, taking in my surroundings, enjoying the sound of the stream, feeling the breeze on my fur. I had my legs spread a bit so I could finger my butthole with my other hand and I found I could rock back and balance with my legs up slightly - I knew I was going to shoot my hot load all over myself this time. I worked myself up to the edge more than once, each time beating my meat faster. I finally knew I HAD to cum, so I rocked back a little further, letting my head tilt backwards, and with that low moan that only comes with complete release, l let go and felt the first blast of cum slam into the underside of my chin. The next few spurts of hot ball juice splattered all over my hairy chest. As my heart rate slowed back down, I sagged into a loosely draped heap on the tree, slowly rubbing the cum into my chest hair with my left hand. Definitely one of the best orgasms I've had. I hung out in the grove for a while, enjoying the surroundings, eating my lunch, and feeling very relaxed. I put on just my jockstrap and headed off to check out the rest of the loop trail; it wandered up a small canyon with another creek and a ton of huge redwoods and ferns. After a while, the trail crossed the creek and started steeply up the opposite bank, then turned back the direction I had come from, except this side was about 150 feet higher and had a great view of the little canyon I had just come up. As I walked along a wider part of the trail enjoying the view, I felt the breeze tickling my butt-fur again and my cock started to swell and strain at the confines of the jockstrap. I pulled it and my balls out the side of the pouch and started pumping it as I walked along. I worked my meat for some time before I admitted to myself that I wasn't going to get off a load this time; my dick was still just a little too numb from the last throttling I had given it. But it felt so good to be beating my stiff cock in this great area, I decided I didn't care if I came this time. I wandered back and forth on the trail for a while, taking in the scenery and enjoying the feeling of slowly stroking my hard cock. I finally gave some thought to the long hike back and decided I better get my butt in gear. I peeled off the jockstrap so I was completely naked again and followed the rest of the loop to where it rejoined the main trail and headed back up out of the canyon. I stopped to rest a couple of times, playing with my cock each time, but with progressively less enthusiasm - it was a steep trail and my energy was elsewhere for the time being. Eventually I crested the ridge and started down towards the overgrown part I had carefully worked my way through earlier. When I got there, I knew I wanted to get off one more time. Just the thought had my cock stiff and throbbing in seconds, but I took my time, working my meat and thinking about how great it was to be naked and masturbating here in the woods, right in the middle of the trail in a state park. I began pounding my meat faster and faster. I love it when my balls are hanging loose and bouncing between my legs as I stroke my cock - it really adds to the buildup. I didn't back off this time but worked my way right up to full climax. I held the load as long as I could, then let go, thrusting forward and shooting the first healthy wad of cum onto the nearby bushes and the rest onto the trail in front of me. After I was completely drained, I stood there catching my breath, my legs quivering a bit and my heart still pounding. After my breathing returned to some semblance of normal, I picked up my stuff and cautiously worked my way back through the overgrown part of the trail. When I finally reached the spot where I had originally stripped down, I decided to err on the side of caution and put my clothes back on for the rest of the hike back to the car. I checked my watch and thought "Cool....I was bare-butt naked in the woods for four hours, most of the time with a raging hard-on, masturbated five times, and shot off a hot load three of those times." This was definitely some kind of a record for me and was going to live in my memory for a LONG time. I can't count the number of times I've gotten off since then thinking back on that day.