Masturbating Outside by a Hot Night

Confessions, but mostly horny ramblings...

So I've got myself down to this. Straight up confessions about my libidinous adventures, and not some piece of fiction, featuring my dirty fantasies, like the one I'm currently working on right now. It'll almost be as if I was talking to myself, though I hope someone will read this and relate at some level.

You see, this other story I'm working on has the scale of an odyssey so far, in terms of work and time I've put in it. The time span of the story only lasts one day. And it's one, really, busy day. I've never written anything this big, and I can't wait to finish it and read it with the wife.

But doing this here, now, is more to liberate myself than anything else, to have a better flow, so I can put down things on paper faster, and at the same time help me get inspiration again and get through the final parts of my other short story. Also, it'll be perfect to tell you a little bit about myself...

First thing, I'm horny as fuck right now. I got my big shaft in my hand, titillating more than stroking it, and I tell myself: man! Life is good when you have a big dick. I've been jerking off for 3 days straight without climaxing. Just edging for hours, building up my libido and my need to empty my loaded balls. Maybe it doesn't change anything, but I like to think of my balls filling up every time I do that, just saving up for that one ultimate orgasm at the end, so I can spew out a maximum of juice.

Maybe it's the full moon, maybe I'm just crazy, but this kind of weather we have right now in Canada affects me on a deep level. It's a very hot fall season, and the nights have been just as hot as the days, enough to get out and feel humidity and heat clinging on you. Being up late at night, when there's no one around and feeling this hot is so arousing to me. I have wandered outside many times in the nude when it's that hot at night. I can tell you about previous adventures later, but lately, this weather is back and it feels like I have an itch for some nude wandering again. I have settled in a house in a quiet town and have studied the area enough to come up with ideas of where to go for it.

It all started last night. Badminton night. It's always a good workout and I feel very energized after that. I had looked at the weather during the day, noticing that the forecast called for 20 degrees overnight, with a humidity of 85%. I took a mental note and explored the possibility of trying out a short drive in the country, driving naked, obviously. So I went to badminton practice later. I've been taking herbal sexual supplements just for kicks, lately. Not only they give me a sort of boost because of the ginseng, but they also make my cock kinda spongy all the time, almost semi-erect and very sensitive. I decided not to wear underwear for badminton, just to give it more room. I only had this pair of loose sports shorts I've always used for my nude escapades. They're comfortable, easy to take off or put back on, in case I need to, and the access to my dick is so much easier. This thought alone activates my dirty mind when I put them on.

Now that was my first practice of the season. There was most of our regular gang, including Suzanne. She's one of the only girls in our club, but she's definitely the most pleasant to look at: pretty smile, cute hair, a good laugh, a little short and she has a bit of a boyish attitude that makes it more fun to joke and hang around her. And she's pretty good at badminton. Suzanne usually wears standard gym clothes, nothing too revealing, except maybe for her shorts, which are very feminine, revealing her firm and toned legs.

One more thing you should know about me is I love big tits. I love big, juicy tits! So at badminton, I just can't take my eyes off of Suzanne's chest. She has always been in my radar. Whatever she does, however she moves, her tits will push through her clothes, giving away clues that they have a very decent size. She'll bounce around a lot, going for the bird, and I try to watch them move as much as I can. That's what makes it a little hard to concentrate when I play against her. One more thing that I love about her is when she hits very hard and she'll grunt, making this guttural sound from the effort that sounds just like she was having sex. It sounds so sexy, it's music to my ears.

I don't go to badminton to stare and ogle like a maniac, and make that big of a deal about her. I wouldn't want to be seen as a pervert, and blow away my cover... Though she seems to know that she's a looker: she sure seems to love the attention, enjoy our company. And I could almost say she's a little flirty sometimes.

So I kid you not, I come in the gym yesterday, and see her for the first time after a whole summer, and I almost did a double take: I think her tits got bigger! I wasn't sure, but it looked pretty drastic, like day and night. Nothing like how I remembered her from the end of last season. Maybe she gained some weight which mostly ended up in this area, as she enjoyed beer and all the other good things over the summer. She was wearing the same kind of clothes as usual, but it looked like her tits were squashed harder against her, packed, I assumed, in the same kind of bra as well. Her tits seemed to crawl further up her chest, which I thought should show a fucking nice cleavage if she wore more revealing clothes. She looked so hot! No need to tell you that I got all agitated and my dick with no underwear, fueled by sexual supplements, got into a frenzy in my shorts.

Sometimes I fancy what it would be like to see her out of context, into day-to-day clothes. Not to hit on her, but only to fuel my perverse imagination. Though last night, I almost screamed with glee when I thought I saw the opportunity of going out for drinks with the gang after friday night's practice. That was quickly rebutted...

So I played hard for 2 hours, enjoying my work out, keeping Suzanne in the corner of my eye, staying semi-erect. I couldn't believe it: this revelation along with the weather that was waiting for me outside. In a way, I couldn't wait to finish badminton and go touch myself.

I sure wanted to reap my rewards big time! It was time to jerk-off! I was so turned on. It was freaking hot in the gym and it made the sweat soak my clothes, clinging to my skin. I wanted to rip them off! I took off, driving with the windows down, and I could already feel the hot winds caressing me. I was getting hard fast and I rubbed my shaft through my shorts as I drove. I took a left turn just a little before my street, which took me down a very quiet road with no lights and almost no houses. Selecting carefully, I picked a little spot on the side of the road and parked in a way that no one would notice me.

When I turned off the engine, that's when the solitude and the freedom of the night engulfed me. I could only hear the ambient singing of the crickets, grateful for the heat at that time of year. I had a sky full of stars above me. Darkness, solitude, heat. I took off my clothes. All of them. It was perfect. I got out of my car and went for a walk in the area. My erection was huge and hyper-sensitive. I didn't dare touch it: it was a way to tease myself a little longer. The head of my cock was so engorged, it barely stayed in the foreskin. It kept pushing out of there by itself. And that gives me such intense shivers every time. My tip was the most sensitive and I could feel every breeze and every movement on it. As I walked, it bounced up and down. I was almost shaking from the excitement. It was the greatest feeling, the ultimate high. Just to help me along the way, I thought of Suzanne's big knockers. Mmmmh, I stopped walking and thrusted my hips back and forth, dreaming I was gliding my shaft up and down her cleavage. I would move back and forth, fucking the wind, making this huge chunk of flesh gyrate in the night. I was so horny as I walked down the road. I would spit big globs of saliva on my cock and let it dangle as I walked, just so I could feel it run down my length, keeping me lubricated.

I risked walking further and further down the road, with my clothes out of reach, in the car, while a car could pretty much come my way fast at any time. Risking and daring heightened my pleasure. My heart was beating so fast, I was grunting and moaning out loud in the open of the country side, sharing this experience with the nature around me.

Don't get me wrong. I consider myself more like a naturist than an exhibitionist. Not exactly sure of the definitions, but I like to think that I take more pleasure into sharing my body with nature as part of a solitary experience, compared to taking pleasure out of exhibiting myself to people. That's way too risky and simply unthinkable with my life situation.

Sometimes, I would race myself towards orgasm by cupping my balls and stroking my shaft at the same time, then I would stop at the right moment. Just taking myself to the brink of bliss, winding myself up.

And I couldn't stop thinking about Suzanne's tits. In a way, I wished she was there with me, completely naked as well. Her back would face me and, silently, she would grind my member with her asscrack while I reached out and played with her boobs. Mmmmmhhh. And she would be holding her badminton racket, stroking it. Ah Ah! My dirty mind was reaching records! I was fucking myself out in the open air and it felt incredible.

Again, I wasn't intending to make myself come. I had stayed there long enough, just to say that I cranked myself crazy and left myself available for another jacking-off session with loaded balls. After all, I knew the forecast was looking pretty good, almost like a promise that I'd do it again the following day. I went home to shower and already looking forward for that moment.

So here I am, today, typing down my second little adventure with nature. I salivated at the thought all day at the office, I couldn't concentrate on work for the life of me. I made my plans in my mind, preparing for this venture. I kept thinking of what destination to go next, how I would dress and in how many different ways I would masturbate. On top of all, I came up with the idea that I wanted to record myself. Now, I'm not gay, I love women a whole lot, but I love watching cocks being jerked off and ejaculating online... including my own. One of my favorites have always been Peter North. Man! Can that guy come!

I've kept a few videos where I touch myself on my webcam, in my basement. I love watching and remembering how horny I must have been, how close I came to orgasm. I love my big cock and for as long as I can remember, I always looked for new and weird ways to excite myself. I could say I treat myself to masturbation almost every day. Lately, the wife got pregnant again, and that can only mean I will get sex crazed through the roof when her boobs get full of milk and start lactating. My I.Q. will probably start to go down again for some time.

So anyway. I was intending to bring the cell phone along with a flashlight to film myself. I wanted to commemorate this, because I felt it was going to be epic. I wanted it to be... I had this spot in mind, at the north west of town, where the biking trail is so dark and ends up on a remote country road where nobody really ever goes. The weather was just as hot as yesterday. Perfect! My plan was to bike there without a shirt, take a quick break on a bench, long enough to take off my shorts, get myself hard while I capture myself on film. Then I would carry on further on the trail, riding my bike naked, all the way up to the part where the trail crosses the road under a light post, and into the unpaved part. I was going to sit down on the ground, spread my legs and film myself doing my most obscene handjob moves. There was room for improvisation, but I had most of it figured out.

To keep the story short, I followed almost every step. It was amazing! It was maybe even better than the previous night. I felt more intimate with myself. I was enclosed within the woods, along the trail, with even less odds of someone passing by this dark path at that time of night. I completely surrendered and masturbated furiously, hearing my grunts reverberating in the forest. I stopped on that first bench longer than expected, since I was having too much fun spitting on my cock, lubricating it, and humping the bench. I felt so fucking free, and so dirty! It was liberating.

I hopped back on my bike with my shorts in my hands, holding my handlebar. I kept jerking off with my other hand, letting the breeze cool off my balls. I wanted to go further, cross that road naked, and be even more daring with myself. But I turned around before that happened. I could hear dogs barking in the distance, and I even thought I saw a flashlight, most likely held by someone coming to see what the heck his dogs were barking at.

So I went back to my bench and kept doing the same thing. I was getting closer and closer to an violent orgasm. I challenged myself not to come again, even though it was getting harder and harder to resist. I walked along the path, still spitting on the head of my dick, tickling under its helmet with my finger where it's most sensitive. I would slap it, cup my balls, and thrust my hips in the dark, thinking of Suzanne's bigger jugs!... Mmmm fuck, I wanted it to be monday again. I hope she wears one of her tighter black shirts this time...

Then I went too far. I triggered my orgasm uncontrollably and kneeled in the middle of the bike path, as I shot load after load of cum on the ground. I couldn't breathe. I just jerked my shaft frenetically, hearing my cum drop heavily on the leaves and on the pavement. I must have seen 10 shots come out of me. It was amazing!

I went back home and started arranging my little film for everyone to enjoy. Hope you enjoy! I'm already planning another outing since the hot nights just keep on coming!