Relaxing Stop on a Solo Bike Ride

This happened a few years ago when I was alone on a bike ride. Cycling is always a bit of a turn-on for me, partly because of the physical activity and partly because of the tight cycling shorts I wear, which hug my genitals fairly tightly. I've stopped other times during bike rides to masturbate in washrooms and such, but I'd never done something so daring before this ride.

I had ridden to a nature park which had a number of interconnected picnic areas surrounded mostly by forest and opening on one side to a river. I'd been there before and touched myself discreetly, but never to orgasm. I always figured someone could just walk by and see me, and I wouldn't want to freak anyone out.

However, on this day, it was particularly deserted, probably on account of it being an early weekday morning. So I stopped at a picnic table, had a snack and enjoyed the extraordinary picturesque view, having every intention of doing only that. But then the idea struck me: No one seemed to be around at all - I could actually masturbate here. I looked around and found one picnic table that was reasonably private - it was mostly surrounded by bushes, and wasn't on the river shore.

I sat down in a position where I could see anyone who was walking into an area where they could see me on the off chance that someone happened to come by. I figured I would have enough time to stop and cover up before they saw me (or realized what I was doing). 

Knowing that I was still taking a slight risk, I tentatively took out my penis. By now, I was already semi-hard with the excitement of masturbating in a public place, even though there was a very low chance of getting caught. Nonetheless, that thought and the raw natural beauty of the place gave the experience a heightened intensity and sensuality. 

I held my penis with my hand, feeling the pleasing texture of the cycling gloves I was wearing. With the excitement of the situation, my penis responded quickly, and my erection had a particular tight urgent feel which translated to extraordinary pleasure when I started stroking it. I went slowly at first because I knew I could orgasm quickly if I wanted but I wanted to savour the moment. So I sat there, admiring the stunning nature around me, checking frequently that no one was walking by who could catch me, meanwhile enjoying rubbing my penis back and forth with my gloved right hand and occasionally squeezing my balls tenderly with my left.  Wanting to make the most of my orgasm, I brought myself to the edge a few times and then stopped right before. My penis seemed harder and more rugged and throbbing than ever before, and I was experiencing pleasure I rarely had.

At one point, I took off the glove from the hand that was stroking my penis, knowing this would just enhance the feeling by providing a pure skin to skin contact. I knew I couldn't last much longer. I did one final check that I wasn't being watched, then relaxed all my groin muscles to prolong the ecstasy as much as possible, and started stroking with my right hand. Soon, I was feeling waves of intense pleasure as one of the best orgasms I've ever had washed over me, and as I shot several streams of cum with surprising power under the picnic table. My orgasm was so explosive I had to just sit there for a minute to calm down. 

After that, I just cleaned up and continued on my bike ride, planning to return sometime to repeat this incredible sensual experience.