Bird in Hand

I was on a bird survey to record breeding birds. It was late June and I was following a prescribed route. It called for stopping every half mile to get out look and listen. My route took me through a corn desert—fields of tall corn and nothing else. 

It was boring work. But being early morning, slightly cool, and no traffic at all, I decided to pee out the coffee I’d been drinking. I didn’t bother walking to the side of the road, just pulled my cock out and let it flow. Very nice and freeing. Slightly naughty, but very natural. 

A couple stops later, still no sightings or bird calls and no people, I pulled out my cock again and just let it enjoy the scenery. 

Two more stops, still miles or corn and no people, I took off my shorts and ‘wears. Then off came my shirt. Being naked outdoors is like my dream way of spending the day. 

I was soon sporting a very hard erection poking straight out level with the ground. 

In the distance I heard a tractor fire up but still no one around. Shame actually. I’d have loved to have been watched. 

I was dripping pre-cum and needed to unload the brewing semen load in my balls. I stroked slowly from the base of my 5.5” cock all the way over the top of my circumcised head. Standing in the middle of the road listening for bird calls and enjoying the feeling growing in my groin. 

My breathing deepened and I felt the cum rising. I bucked my hips into my hand and started to shoot that first hot, heavy bolt of cum. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. The suddenness and fright caused my orgasm to scream higher. I snapped my head around to see a deer clatter across the hardtop and freeze when it saw me. 

I kept cumming, shooting my fluids right at the deer. It kept watching me, sniffing the air, twitching it’s ears. I gave her quite the show, albeit more interesting to me than her.  As my orgasm waned, my cock sagged, and I just faced off with the doe. Me buck naked, her just curious. 

She lost interest after a bit and sauntered into a row of corn and disappeared. 

I stood there a moment longer just enjoying the best bird count if my life. I jacked off outside, completely naked. And watched!

The corn desert came to an end and I had more observations to make. So on the next stop I slowing got dressed again, standing in the county road, listening for calling birds. 

The breeding bird survey is a meticulous study to learn more about local avian sexual habits. I guess I really got into the subject. Every year after, I get to the same spot and re-enact the day I had a witness to my masturbation exhibition. No deer, but I have continued to faithfully mark the trail. 

Giving back to Mother Nature, I suppose.