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Woodland thrill

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Sep 2000 1 comments
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by stro_king@hotmail.com Early one night, and with my parents away for the evening, I settled back with the intention of enjoying my favourite pass-time, giving myself a nice long stroke. However, I already knew that I wanted a new thrill to liven up my pleasure giving, and suddenly it hit me, yes I wanted to be naked and outside. Having already used the rear garden for this purpose in the past, I needed to take it to a new level, so I slipped into some old clothes, jumped into the car and drove off in search of somewhere more public. After a short drive I pulled over into a lane alongside a local woodland/common. After allowing my eyes time to get used to the dark, with my heart in my mouth and a hard bulge in my tracksuit bottoms I headed through the trees, wanting to find an ideal spot. Within a couple of minutes I came across a small clearing, by now I was so horny that I couldn't wait to remove my clothing. As I slipped out of my clothes I could feel the cool night air on my skin, and as I removed my boxers I saw that my cock was massive from the thrill of it all, and had left a small patch of pre-cum onto the fabric. I carefully stored my clothes out of sight so that a late night stroller wouldn't find them (although there was a thrill of thinking that I could be left stranded and naked), and heading off again. As I walked along I couldn't help but let my hand wander to my throbbing cock and slide up and down the rigid shaft. This was GOOD, feeling so exposed and horny was blowing my mind, and I couldn't wait to let something else blow, I just loved it when the bushes and ferns rubbed against my skin and felt like little hands across my cock, here was nature helping to bring me off. I came across a fallen tree, and decided to stop here, I climbed up onto it and lay across the trunk, my legs spread. I began to concentrate on my cock and couldn't help letting out gasps of pleasure as my hand expertly (as only your own hand can) stroked up and down pulling what foreskin I have across and back down the head. I rolled over and carefully bucked back and forth against the tree, being extremely careful not to scratch my cock against the bark, enjoying the feeling. I began to feel myself cumming, and rolled back onto my back, my hand returned to my cock, and firmly brought me to my climax, shooting hot wads of cum over my stomach and chest. It was then I realised I had nothing handy to clean things up with, and I certainly didn't want to end up with dodgy cum stains over my clothes. Fortunately I found a small stream nearby, and sat down in it and carefully washed myself down (boy that must have been a sight), ignoring the coldness of the water. With the rush of my orgasm gone, I sheepishly crept back to my clothes and was relieved to find them still there, and rushed home for a warm shower. It was only then,at home, that I noticed all the scratches up my legs and waist from the bushes I had previously enjoyed walking through. They were damn sore for a while, but i cannot forget that first night and it led to many more.