Northwoods Wank

As long as I can remember, I have always loved the experience of nature.    Even as a kid I enjoyed exploring deep into the woods, making a secret "fort", finding solitude and enjoying the isolation.  Hearing absolutely nothing except the wind blowing through the trees and the beat of my own heart.  I get a certain peace in that, and feel grounded.  Often, it also triggers my sex drive.  When I was younger, one of my favorite things was to get totally naked once I was deep in the woods.  Sometimes, others would join me, both boys and girls.  But most often, I would simply enjoy stroking my hard cock while naked in nature.  Sometimes, I would retreat to the woods simply to masturbate when I could get no privacy at home.

And that's sort of how it was, one warm, sunny autumn day in northern MN.  I felt the need to get away from the TV and the drama and the noise and just take a leisurely walk outdoors.  The weather was spectacular, especially for mid-November - warm temps, calm wind, bright sun and colorful leaves.   My walk took me deep into the undisturbed, natural Minnesota forest, dense with Norway pine, aspen, and oak trees.  

After about an hour's walk, I realized that I was quite a distance from civilization.  No buildings in sight.  No sounds of traffic on a highway.  Just the gentle rustling of the leaves and the crunch of my footsteps.  I felt comfortably secluded.  I felt I could do "whatever" and not be noticed by anyone.  I walked a bit further and contemplated the idea of exposing my swelling cock to the fresh air and sunshine.  As I walked deeper into the wilderness, the courage to do so, and my excitement grew.  Checking my surroundings again, I sought out a spot at a grouping of trees. A visual shelter of sorts.  There, I once again checked my surroundings (it was hunting season, after all). I leaned back against the smooth bark of an aspen and unfastened my belt and opened my jeans far enough to release my semi-hard cock.

The feeling was exhilarating!  The cool air on my hot skin.  I wrapped my hand around my shaft and gave it a few slow strokes.  My cock was immediately hard and throbbing in the bright sunshine, which excited me even more.  I began a more deliberate rubbing and stroking, savoring every sensation and my surroundings.  The delicious feeling of my hand pumping up and down my cock, the rhythmic sound of my fist bumping my body, it was glorious!  I continued pumping and stroking as the pleasure between my legs increased and my balls tightened.  I knew this would be a quick one, but I didn't have the luxury of time.  Then I reached the plateau of knowing I would soon orgasm, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the incredible feelings.  My hand kept a steady pace as the pleasure grew and grew.  Suddenly, as if a trigger was tripped, I went over the edge as my cock swelled even more and began throbbing and spurting my warm cum onto the leaves below.  When the delicious spasms had gone, I opened my eyes to see I was still totally alone and basking in the late afternoon sun.  A drop of cum landed on my boot and another on the leg of my pants, but the rest was on the ground.

I remained that way for a few seconds, savoring the afterglow and allowing my erection to relax.  I took a deep breath and folded myself back into my pants, zipped up and made the long walk back to the cabin.  That was the only time I jerked off in those woods.  And when I remember it, I still slightly wonder if there was someone who might have spied on me.  Perhaps a hiker who I didn't notice.  I will never know.