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The Great Outdoors

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by dssecret@yahoo.com I have no problem admitting to the fact I love to jack off, the fact I’m well equipped for it of course helps. Just a couple of those little marks on a ruler away from having a full 10 inches, and nice and neatly cut. For three years I shaved my pubic hair off, and finally got tired of the shaving routine, and purchased a home electrolis system, being a outdoor type man the smooth no hair pubic area catches the breeze from the great doors and makes for extra erotic sensations. One of my most favorite places to jack off, is in the Pocono Mountains of North East Pennsylvania on a high ledge over looking a lush wilderness valley below. Here is a story of one those times. After an exhilarating ride through the hundreds of winding trails through the area, I well know the way to the bottom of the long bike trail to this favorite ledge, my legs were aching, and I was straining to breath from the long winding 2 mile pump up the mountain path, a rest before attempting to negotiate the Mt bike up the steep 100 yds, then the last 20 or 30 yds or so to the ledge that I had to go on foot. Once there the view was out of this world, its one of the grandest views on the face of this earth, ( in my humble opnion) The ledge is about 50 or 60 yds long, and bout 20 to 30 yds wide all the way across. A shear rock wall behind going hundreds of feet straight up. Standing on the ledge facing the shear drop off spreading your arms and feet and letting out a rebel yell is just irresistible. The next move is off with the shoes and down with the tight fitting biking shorts, then off with the jockeys, stand as close to edge as I dare, spread my legs and let the cool mountain breeze caress my crotch. The cool air slowly climbs my now sensitive cock, swirls around my balls, and blasts my hairless groin, looking down I can see how much my cock is enjoying the release from the tight fitting biking shorts, and being squashed against the bike seat as I pumped along, the cool sensations my cock sends is effecting my whole body. Yanking off the tank top shirt, I’m now completely naked, standing on top the world, my cock reacting to nature is not slow in getting hard, and I instinctively wrap my hand around the extended shaft, and squeeze, the sensation is exhilarating, and I just start to slowly pump, first stroking slow and squeezing just a little as the blood rushes to support the need of my cock. Despite what some say about big cocks not getting hard because it don’t get enough blood, may be true at times, but there are times it just gets there no matter how much it needs, nature supplies the need, this was one of those times, my cock was as hard as a piece of rolled steel with a crimson color to it. Pumping now a little faster, and squeezing harder, the tingling sensation begins to take hold of my now totally enraptured body, now the strokes become faster and faster, my body tenses, I feel my self leaning backwards, my hand tightly grasping my shaft, then suddenly I can hold back no longer, forcing my self to stop long enough to go as close to the edge as I dare, I quickly resume the stroking and in just a few pumps, the rush is on, and lights explode in my closed eyes, then I open them just in time to see the hot cum spurt out spurt after spurt to the valley below. I often wonder what happens to the cum, if it makes it all the way to the tree tops below, or just dissipates in the thin cool mountain air. Standing there naked, with my swollen cock still in my hand, but beginning to soften, releasing my hand I let the breeze caress my shaft, and thank the Good Lord I’m a man and have a cock, one that is so friendly and sensitive, to give me such overwhelming pleasure. Standing there naked is total bliss, the breeze gently caressing my naked shaven pubic area, it feels so cool and refreshing, I touch my cock then take a firm hold of the cool shaft, and start the process all over again. Finally all good things must come to an end, and so does my time jacking off on top of the world. Its an easy ride down the mountain, coasting much of the way. After loading the bike on the truck and a stop at McDonald’s, eating a snack while sitting in my truck I just look at the people coming and going, and almost feel sorry for them, as they probably don’t have that special form of release. If you like to jack off in the great outdoors, and want to share some experiences, you can E me at dssecret@yahoo.com

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