A stroll in the park led to a great memory.
This was just another very warm summer evening and well I was a bit bored. So decided to go for a walk over at the national park not far from where I lived. Finding myself alone along the paved trail which many tourists from all over the country come from I was finding myself a bit frustrated and of such great pressure coming from within me.
But to do it here where there are hundreds of people are always strolling by. Then that too would be such a great turn-on!!!!! It just got me even more frustrated so finally after much fidgeting around I knew I just had to do something about my situation. But do I dare do it right here where most certainly I would get caught by an innocent person or worse yet a family member. What a predicament this was turning out to be. But something deep inside keep telling me I just had to have a release of that great pressure building within me.
Finally I gave in. All I was wearing was a pair of cut-offs, shirtless and well did have on tennis shoes. You know got to protect my feet against those sharp stones along the trail. Well, in a fleeting moment I dropped my cut-offs and then my tidy whities. This left me naked as a jay bird and so vulnerable to being in a very embarrassing situation if someone would happen to stroll along.
But this did not stop me. I just decided to savor the pleasure of hanging out on that walking trail sitting on one of the benches. Getting more excited and well by now was sporting the hardest wanger I had for a long time. Oh man did it feel so wonderful to stoke that stick.
Throbs of pleasure took hold of my whole body, like had never been before. I just had to keep on stroking my tool. This was the best I had felt in a very long, long time. Suddenly I felt a gigantic force cumming from inside me. I could no longer hold it back. I shot a stream of gooey white juice of wonderful pleasure. What a great time this has become, and wanted it to continue forever. But knew that this was impossible. So I decided that I needed to clean myself up and get dressed before I did get caught. I did return many times to repeat this. Each and every time was a time that I will savor forever, but something about that first brazen encounter on that trail was the best time of all of 'em
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