Back in the early seventies, one of our favorite trips to take was over to Pismo Beach and tent camp about a quarter mile from the beach. I would get up early in the morning (the rest of the family were late sleepers) and wearing only a pair of gym shorts take a walk in the sand dunes. I would find a deep depression in the sand and get down to the bottom of it and lay there in the delicious sun. This particular depression was about 10 feet deep, and would not be seen except by the occasional plane or helicopter that flew over.
Of course I'd take off my gym shorts and expose my entire body to this beautiful therapy. Inevitably, I would eventually play with my balls and penis which soon grew to its full arousal. I would lay there with my eyes closed and enjoy the warmth and the feeling of my cock being massaged by my hand. My actions slowly began to quicken, my back would arch, my body would grow stiff like it too was erected...faster and faster my hand flew up and down my cock and I felt the approaching orgasm as the semen rose ready to cum.
As my orgasm became imminent, I slowed my strokes and I just eased over the crest and felt the satisfying coursing of my semen flying into the air and landing on the sand, one of the more satisfying orgasms in my memory. Satiated I lay there with my eyes closed still holding my deflating cock and luxuriating in the wonderful feeling in my loins, and wishing I could just lay there indefinitely. I opened my eyes, and received the shock of my LIFE!!!...up there at the edge of the hollow of the sand dune I saw the face of a man,...watching me very intently, but when he saw that I had seen him,...he turned and ran. I scrambled up the side of the sand depression I was in and when I got to the top, I saw him running out of sight.
Now I have to wonder if the memory of what he saw has remained with him...and I admit that I was very secretly excited at what had happened...and would be very interested in talking to him and ask him how and if seeing what he saw had an effect on him one way or another. I will never know, but I can secretly speculate...and hope that it made him a more liberated man for having seen it.
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