Commune withNature

Commune withNature Hello, everybody! Reading all of your stories hasgotten me all worked up, and now I'm in the mood to share one ofmy favorite memories of my formative years. I grew up in a small town in the midwest, I started taking horseback lessons. My horse,Duke, was kind and gentle, and was very good around children. Igrew up around him, and we had many good times riding through thewoods on the edge of town. As I reached puberty, I discoveredthat the tight English riding pants rubbed against me in a waythat made my penis start to tingle and get bigger. This oftenhappened during my lessons, and I suspect that my ridinginstructor knew that I was getting excited by the hip motion thatyou need to have in order to sit comfortably on horeback. I wouldhave to adjust myself so that my growing erection would extenddown one leg or the other, or it would get repeatedly sat upon.This meant that I was constantly rubbing myself on the saddlethroughout my hour-long lessons. I was always too nervous to comeat the barn, so after my lesson was done, I would rush to gethome before my parents so I could masturbate in my room. One day, when I was about 14, I took Duke out fora trail ride by myself, as I had often done in the past. I washorny when we started out, and I was already totally hard when weentered the woods. We walked through the woods and down a steephill to a stream that I liked to sit by. I felt my dick pulsewith every step that Duke took, and when we reached the stream, Iwas sweating and breathing heavily. I wanted to get myself off,but I couldn't find a good, comfortable place to lie down nearthe stream. I turned Duke around, and we started to walk up thehill again. As I leaned forward into the saddle to steady myselfon the hill, my dick was trapped between me and the pommel of thesaddle. From that point, all I remember is clutching Duke'spowerful neck and humping the saddle in rhythm to his steps. Icame in less than a minute, soaking the crotch of my ridingpants. It was marvelous! Duke stopped at the top of the hill, andwaited for me to recover. My head was spinning, and I rested fora few minutes, feeling my body relax after it's release. I hadmasturbated before, but I had never gotten off without touchingmyself. Thrilled with my discovery, I returned to the barn,changed my pants quickly, and went home to masturbate again. Imade this a weekly ritual for a number of years, until Idiscovered that women can do all that and more. Duke is grazing in the Great Blue Pasture now,but I will always think of him as a steady companion, and myfirst masturbation partner. I would reccommend a walk in thewoods to anybody who can get onto the back of a horse. It's agreat way to commune with nature!