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Exhibitionist Unawares

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 09 Aug 2003 2 comments
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I have always been fond of camping in the Pismo Beach area. I was out for an early morning walk...my favorite time of day. I was wearing only a loose pair of gym shorts...no shirt or underwear. My objective was to find a nice private place to get off, and i usually am able to find the solitude i need for this very private act. I was in the sand dune area which a little later in the day would be overrun by the dune buggys, but now all was quiet and peaceful. I found a deep depression among the high peaks of sand and made my way to the bottom of it, pulled off my shorts and lay down on the sun-warmed sand. It was a very delicious feeling. I closed my eyes and soaked in the rays over all my body. A helicopter passed overhead but i made no attempt to cover myself. I rubbed my cock and balls, and begun to harden. Luxuriating in the moment, i began a slow stroke: working my hand over the full length of my hardening cock (6" uncut). After a few minutes of slow-stroking, i began to ooze precum which provided me with the needed lubricant. My eyes still closed, i continued massaging my cock, by now rock hard and i began to stroke in earnest. Building up to my orgasm, my body began to quiver and stiffen like a board, my toes stretching downward. My face began to turn red,...i stopped breathing momentarily...my eyes still squeezed shut...i was stroking furiously now. As i eased into my orgasm, my stroking slowed way down, i gasped at a few shallow breaths, my face in a look of open-,mouthed shock...as i dispensed several ropes of white cum into the sand between my legs. I began to relax and come back to earth in that glorious afterglow that follows a beautiful cum. Still working my hand the full length of my spent cock, still oozing the last drops of semen off the end of my cockhead. Beautiful!,...i smiled to myself, in full enjoyment of my manhood. Opening my eyes, i felt a jolt of electricity go through my body when i saw the face of a little boy watching me from the top of the sand dune! HOLY JESUS!!...where did he come from?...he dissappeared from view as soon as i saw him...i scrambled up to the top of the sand dune, which was no easy task. My hands and feet were thrashing but i only made very slow progress out of my hole. I finally got to the top and looked at the fading body of the little boy as he ran as fast as his feet could carry him...much too far away for me to overtake him. I judged him to be around 10 or 12 years old...and that was about 30 years ago...which would make him about 40 now. I often think of that boy and think that he probably remembers that day just like it was yesterday. I hope it was a pleasant experience for him, maybe it was a defining moment in his budding sexuality. I know it would have given me a super charge to have seen something like that when i was an adolescent. I must admit i was considerably turned on after i got over the shock of seeing that little face above me as i jerked off in the sands of Pismo Beach.