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My First Time Masturbating Outdoors.

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The story of the first and only time I relieved my urge to masturbate in the outdoors.

 

Around two years ago I was involved with a weekend job. It was approaching Christmas which meant I was working a little longer than I usually would be leaving around 6 - 7PM at night, and it would be really dark. The only bus that I could take home from work that was nearby would drop me off about a 20 - 30 minute walk away from my home. The way back takes me near to one of the entrances to a park that if I cut through, would get me to my house much quicker, as it was located around the other end of the park.


Now I'm not going to lie, there were a lot of cute girls at my workplace, plenty of them were very good-looking and endowed and sometimes a lot of my day would be dedicated to thinking about how nice it would be to do stuff with them, especially the ones with large breasts - large breasts on a girl is big 10/10 for me. A lot of them would tease me and talk about how cute I was, and sometimes I would tease around with them, which they loved - everyone at work loved to joke around a lot. I would've tried to approach them about maybe going out and doing something, but when you've spent a lot of your time indoors playing video games, social skills don't always come by as easily as you'd think - I'm very confident in general, but asking a girl out is almost impossible for me. So thirsty old me was constantly in need of release - sometimes I'd even be in the stalls of the staff bathrooms pounding away during lunch breaks.


Anyways, back to me being in the park. Around a couple of years ago was when I discovered this site, and read a lot the stories of people going into the outdoors and masturbating on their own. Whether it was fiction or not, I was incredibly turned on by the idea of it. As I walked down the pathways that would normally be quite full of people on a Summer evening, I was quite surprised to see absolutely no-one in the park. And suddenly, I felt it. A massive surge of pleasure and guilt started to flow through me, especially around my crotch. I continued to walk as my heart beat intensely as I carried on down the path, deciding I would get home and masturbate to get rid of these urges, but then an inkling started to form in my head. A really, really dirty one.


In the last few parts of the park that weren't lit by any streetlights at all is a long stretch of worn out concrete, with plenty of trees hanging over it. with large barks. Right next to this path was a cricket club (which fortunately was not playing any games as it wasn't the season), it's greens fenced off with the house for the club around 300 feet away from me. I walked down the start of this route slowly, my breath started to become heavier, as I knew that absolutely no-one would come around here at this time of night. I set my sights on a large tree as I unbuttoned each button of my long winter coat with shaking hands, so afraid and aroused of the potential consequences of anyone who was about to see this embarrassing exposure.


I leaned back onto the tree and looked to my left and right - the left road was empty and the right side had a few cars going down it, but no-one would notice me behind this tree - and finally, I peered behind me to the clubhouse of the cricket club - there was a light on! There weren't any people, but the thrill of at least someone possibly seeing me turning back behind the tree was the incentive I needed. I quickly unbuttoned my trousers and brought them down a little bit, seeing my noticeable erection, I stroked it a little bit through the fabric before slowly bringing my boxers down, and letting my uncut, average-sized penis spring out. The feeling of the slightly cold air on my incredibly warm erection and balls was absolute bliss, and I began to quickly stroke my length, my head arching upwards as I watched the breath escape from me, overwhelmed by the pleasure of what I was doing. I brought my trousers down a little bit more to my lower thighs with my other hand, but I didn't have the courage to go any further. If I was somewhere much more concealed, I would be completely naked for sure. Well, that's what I think, anyway!


As I fondled my balls gently with my right hand and continued to stroke away at my cock, so many thoughts were flowing through my head: Would I be caught? Can I take this further? Is anyone watching? I was very scared, but the intense feeling of freedom, happiness and extreme arousal was too much and made the idea of someone possibly watching feel fantastic as I watched myself get harder and felt each throb of pleasure through my clenched fist as I continued to masturbate. Until from my left side, I heard a car coming straight down the road that looked straight down the pathway I was on, the person's lights on full beam - I quickly brought my coat around myself in fear, but as the car turned off from the path and continued to follow the road I knew I knew what I had to do, worried that people would come past and see me, I took a deep breath and threw my coat off and almost threw my pants down to my ankles - now there would be no covering up.


Fondling myself more and stroking as fast as I could, the though of coming out from the hiding of the tree and cumming full-blast to anyone who may have been looking out of the cricket club's windows was all I needed to throw me over the edge to the point of no return. Of course, I was too scared to do that, but I relished the fact I was bearing it all in private in the cold evening, the sounds of the birds and the trees in the wind and in the distance, the bustling city. Whilst life was moving along as normal, I was frozen in an orb of my own desires, with an urge to release them. I crouched down slightly, and moaned pleasantly under my breath as lengthy ropes of white bliss squirted from my cock, coating the foliage and a little bit of my boxers in my lust.


It was as I came out of that wondrous, lewd afterglow that my nerves quickly returned to me, and I quickly brought my pants up and buttoned up my winter coat, and made the five minute walk back to my house. For the next few days after that I was incredibly paranoid, worried that someone might have secretly saw me, but I was just worrying too much as nothing ever came of it. Even now I still think of that amazing evening I had with myself and wonder if I'll ever have the courage to do something like that in the open again if the opportunity arose. Which actually reminds me - right near from where I was masturbating was a small tree that had draping branches, which looked like it'd be perfect cover in the evening. Perhaps maybe this won't be the only post I make on this site.

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