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By the Sea

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 05 Oct 1997 2 comments
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I live by the sea, and one night at about midnight I was starting to feel like a wank. I got dressed in just a pair of jeans and a shirt - no underwear - and walked out into the night, my cock forming a thick ridge in the crotch of my jeans. Just round the corner from where I live is the clifftops, which overlook the sea, and I headed for the steps that take you halfway down to this grassy area. Once I got round the corner and onto the cliff steps, there were no streetlamps any more and I found myself stumbling along in the darkness, so I stopped for a while until my eyes adjusted to the light. While I waited, I stroked my hard cock through my jeans. I could already feel a spot of dampness against my leg, and I couldn't resist unzipping my jeans and getting my cock out. I stood there, stroking it and pulling the foreskin back and forth in the cool air, when I suddenly realised that anyone coming up the steps from the bottom of the cliffs would be able to see me quite clearly silhouetted against the night sky, this mysterious figure stroking an obvious erection. I wasn't really out to be watched, so I left my cock sticking out of my jeans and carried on down the steps. Eventually I reached the grassy area and after checking nobody was around I lay down on the slightly damp grass, my cock still showing out of my fly, all wet and sticky at the end. I could see quite well by now, and there was a little moonlight which reflected beautifully off the sea. My cock was still throbbing, and I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then unbuttoned my jeans and rolled them down to my ankles. The grass felt so good on the backs of my legs, and I just lay there in the moonlight for a while, my prick pointing up at the sky, listening to the sea. Then I gripped my cock firmly with one hand and started to wank it, twisting my nipples with the other hand, writhing and rubbing my arse against the damp grass. I was getting really turned on by the thought that anyone up on the cliffs could look down and see me, and I could feel my cock was hot and hard in my hand. I knew I was going to come soon, so I let go of my hand and just squeezed my balls for a while, pulling at them and stroking them. After a few moments I started on my cock again, and by this time I was so wild with pleasure that I just rolled over on the grass and started humping at the wet ground, hoarsely panting as I frantically rubbed my cock against the damp grass. It felt so good, and I humped away, faster and faster until I couldn't hold it any longer, and I felt the hot spurts of come shoot between my stomach and the ground. Straight after orgasm the feeling of wild abandon left me, and I quickly dressed and left the scene, sincerely hoping that nobody had seen me. It was a brilliant wank, though, and it's not the first time I've done it outdoors, nor will it be the last. I just wonder what my flatmates made of the grass in the shower next morning...