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Wild In Winter

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Jan 2001 1 comments
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by Barefoot Punk I have often done some daring things, but here is the most recent. There was snow on the ground, and people were huddled in heavy clothes. I get off on being able to take it much better than most people, and I decided to go out somewhere to see what sort of fun I might get out of it. I wore what I always do: black jeans, black denim jacket (no shirt), and boots and socks. After getting some hot drink inside me to help against the cold I left the flat and walked through three miles of city to a huge high park. Normally I would have the jacket buttoned up, but despite the below freezing air I had it half open. It was a ragged thing, torn at the elbows, and it let the cold air in everywhere. The sun blazed in a very clear sky, and the contrast of warm sun and freezing wind turned me on so much I felt hot and hard, and the rush of excitement went to my cock. Several times as I walked as steadily as I could on the icy streets, I got an uncontrollable hard-on that distorted my jeans. When I got to the park I was not so turned on at first, because my legs ached from the effort of staying upright, and the cold had begun to get to me a bit. Besides, I had a cracked boot that let in snow, which compacted and filled annoyingly as I started to cross the wide white land. I chose to walk well away from the crowds of people with their sleds and tea-trays at the top of the south-facing slope, and went over the golf course, now covered with tracks of feet, and of tyres and cross-country skis. There were few untouched areas, and though there was great emptiness, I guessed it would not stay that way. As I passed the shack that passed for a clubhouse, I saw people much closer to me, and a few tens of yards later I nerved myself to get the jacket off. It was really cold, and a cramped feeling on my skin made me feel so conspicuous that I put it on again within minutes. I reached the top of the park feeling rather stupid, and leaned against a big old lump of tree trunk placed there for horse jumps, resting in the sun and emptying my boot. The cold left my foot, and I felt so much better immediately, and the sun was warm, and I had to get it on my bare skin right then and there, so I got the jacket off and leaned back with my breath clouding the air, and a raging hard in my jeans. I walked back the way I came, my jacket in my left fist, and I deliberately put my shoulders back, touching my bare chest with my other hand in full view of people on a path less than a hundred yards away. I walked as free and easy as if I was on a beach. I was wet at the end of my cock now, so I got it out. I walked a few tens of yards before I noticed other people coming toward me. I stowed it quickly, but I just had to brazen out the fact that I was shirtless. They passed far enough away for us not to need to aknowledge each other, but I watched them obviously, so I knew they were aware of me. I was so turned on now that I had to see this through. As soon as they were someway past, I bared my cock again and walked a few hundred yards with my full length showing out. I got my balls out, eager to get as crude as possible now, and the zip digging into my skin did nothing to stop my enjoyment. I really like going shirtless in cold weather, so I already had a slight tan, and when I looked down at the contrast of wiry body against white snow I was so turned on by the stark reality of what I was doing that I started touching my dick a few times. I knew that most of the increasing number of people would know I was shirtless, and I imagined that I was distant enough for there to be doubt about the state of my cock, but one dog-walking couple kept retracing their steps near a spinney about fifty yards off, instead of walking round it as I had hoped. The risk made a cool rush of lust that had me going for my cock. I headed for the sparse shelter of a thin scraggy bush, and as I watched them retreat I wanked very openly, my fingers slipping on the end of my shaft. I pulled the foreskin back, and I realised they were not walking away, but toward me. As I was not actually trying to get arrested, and did not mean to offend, I turned and walked on. I still had my cock out though. I looked around, and saw no other cover, so I walked into the widest area I could, to avoid being too close to people. I was totally obvious about it though, because I couldn't care less anymore. The first group I passed were coming back, and the couple crossed their path some way ahead of them, sometimes watching me. I was close to that club-house, too, but the movement of people there just turned me on more. I turned to face the sun, arched my shoulders right back and looked at the icy sky while vigorously jerking off to a full public orgasm. When I'd done, I calmly shook the cum off my dick and shoved it in my jeans and walked away. For several hundred yards I didn't even bother to put my jacket on. PS. I am not gay, just exhibitionist. Please do not send me any gay request or invite, because I do not want to do any gay sex. Thankyou.