The Cove

I lived in a suburb of Auckland, NZ that was close to a number of beaches and coves. One cove was not far from my house and was seen as a nudist colony by the locals but frequently visited by families and tourists.  That meant the nudists stayed away (they didn't want to get in trouble with the police for being nude around unsuspecting families). It was something of a blessing because once night fell the cove would be empty. That's when I would head down to go for a nude swim. Once I got to the cove, it was a five minute walk down a long flight of steps,  my shorts and t-shirt would come off (no need to wear underwear), tucked away under a large rock, and I would walk into the rolling surf with my cock beginning to harden at the thought of someone catching me. I would then swim a couple of metres to another cove which, if the tide was in, was completely isolated bar coming in from the ocean.  It didn't matter the temperature of the water for when I came out of the surf onto this isolated piece of sand my uncut willy was at its maximum 7.5 inches and standing to attention! The isolated cove has a small cave and that's where I usually parked my bum to enjoy a nice solo wank while looking out to the Pacific Ocean with yachts and cargo ships off in the distance. I'd spit onto my hand and use it as lube, slicking up my shaft nicely. I'm an edger by nature so I would bring myself close to orgasm, enjoying the slick sounds of my own jacking and feel as my balls bounce up and down, and stop to observe the environment while my dick remained at peak erection. The best wank I've had there was during a storm as I did my normal routine amidst high winds, heavy rain, thunder and lightning. There was several moments I thought the cave would fall in on me or I'd be struck by lightning but it only added to the thrill of the masty. After about 90 minutes I usually couldn't hold it back anymore and I would stand towards the rocky wall of the cave entrance. My hand would become a blur and it wasn't long until my grunts were loud enough to echo around the cove. The first droplet of sperm would shoot out. Then another. And another. I would decorate the cave entrance, for what seemed the 100th time, with my man juice. Centuries from now when archeologists begin searching around the cave all they'll find is a lot of my dried cum. I cleaned up by going for another swim, returning to the other cove, collecting my clothes and going home happy.