by fuzzyt » Mon Aug 12, 2013 2:42 am
So…I just returned from a public masturbation outing and thought I would share my experience with those of you who are like me; you get off on making yourself cum while reading about someone else doing it!
It had been three long days since my last jack-off session. Over the past few days it seemed like every time I wanted to play with my penis, until it squirted, something came up that prevented it. Well, this morning when I woke up I was determined to rub one out; and with all of the build-up from my short hiatus, I was looking forward to it being one of the "epic" ones. Being home alone made it easy for me to just leave my underwear next to the bed, walk bare-assed into the living room and sit down next to my laptop. My wife and step-daughter had gone out early for a mother-daughter day of breakfast, manny-peddies, and some intense shopping at the mall. As I started to open up some of my favorite picture files, that "oh so familiar" itch started poking me in my loins. You know the one; the one that says, "This would feel SO MUCH better if you did this in a public place!"
After that thought, I started thinking of places that I liked to go when I got these temptations. Now, I’m not a full-on exhibitionist who goes in for blatant indecent exposure, but if someone happens to catch a glimpse of my cock (or nakedness), it’s not such a bad thing. If their “glimpse” happens to include me stroking my HARD cock, so much the better; at least for me! And…if they just happen to catch me at that wondrous moment, when cum is spewing from the end of my swollen penis, well…there just isn’t much of a more splendid thing!
Anyways...after a few minutes of this enticement, I finally gave in and pulled on a pair of short pants. Wearing only a tee shirt, shorts with no underwear, and flip flops, I jumped into my truck, along with my “specially” prepared notebook binder, and set out for the lake which is about 3 miles from my house. It’s a public lake and has a concrete sidewalk all the way around its near mile and a half perimeter. There are generally a few people fishing along the two longer shores during the afternoon and evening, but early morning is usually quiet with only a few people walking or jogging around the loop. The fishing areas also have picnic tables and lots of shade, and I’ve spent many times there in the past with my pants open. It’s a great place to relax and study; at least that’s what I pretend to be doing when people walk by on the sidewalk and my notebook is opened up on the picnic table. Of course, underneath the tabletop, my hand is slowly stroking a nice hard one!
I have had a couple of close calls while at the picnic tables. One day a family passed by. The parents were walking and their three kids were riding bikes. I always keep my back to the path so I can just tuck my cock down and lay my hand in my lap when someone walks by. This way there’s not too much chance of exposure. However, that day the kids decided to ride figure-eight patterns around the three tables. This brought the parents to a halt and put the kids up close and coming from all directions. Not wanting the kids to start shouting “Pedophile” and then receive a beat-down from an anger-ravaged Mother, I kept my weasel covered up with my right hand, turned my notebook to the “safety” pages and pretended to continue “studying.” I have to be honest though, I can’t deny that I didn’t give my cock a few squeezes given the circumstances. Usually though, when it’s adults or teenaged girls, I just direct my cock under the table and keep right on stroking it in hopes that they will figure out what I’m doing and get a little twinge in their pussies. I love it when I see them whispering and looking back at me after they pass by!
The other close call, while in the picnic area, was in the late afternoon right before sundown. A young couple, probably in their mid to late 20’s, came into my view right as I was massaging in a fresh leakage of precum. As I tried to push my cock down it escaped my grip because of the “super slick” lubrication. I was barely able to get my cock below the table before they passed by. However, I didn’t have time to turn the pages of my special notebook to the chapter on Investing in a Hostile Economy! I’m sure they had to have seen the full page blowups of some really hot bare legs, coming out of short-shorts, with sexy strappy-red-heels on some luscious feet!
They walked on down to the water’s edge and stood holding hands and “whispering.” When the young woman snuck a peak over her shoulder, my cock jumped and my right hand went to work. After she looked away, and whispered something else to her companion, I pulled my cock from between my legs and started to stroke it under the table. It was still slick with precum and pulsating in my palm as I massaged the head with a rolling motion. Knowing that this couple knew EXACTLY what I had been doing, or was doing, brought me to the edge within a few seconds. Stopping, only once to enjoy the sensation, I didn’t waste any time before restarting the motion. Changing my grip to the classic “thumb and forefinger” method, I stroked in slow motion and tried to use my core muscles to fend off the inevitable; this ALWAYS heightens my pleasure. When the cum exploded from my mini-mouth, my feet slipped in the gravel below the table and drew a glance from the curious young woman. I didn’t try to “pretend” any longer. Even though she couldn’t see my cock, which was still under the cover of the table top, she could certainly see that my upper arm muscles were moving in a constant rhythm. I just smiled at her as my semen finished flowing from my body. She gave me a quick smile back before turning her attention back to the lake and having a long “whisper” with her mate.
My guess is, that’s when they started to feel uncomfortable, or maybe they were hoping to catch a glimpse of the waning action. Or possibly, I had inspired them to go somewhere and masturbate for each other! Whatever the reason, they turned and walked past me. As they passed by I noticed they were both looking down at my “study material” as well as my lap. When they saw that I had seen them looking, they both gave me an awkward smile and the guy said, “Have a Good One!” Boy that was an understatement! I never heard anything more or had any repercussions from the incident. For the most part, that’s the general reaction when someone “catches me” in the act; usually smiles of all shapes and sizes but a few times I’ve gotten that “scolding” look from the Grandmas. And yes, there’s been a few times when the onlooker “discovered me” at the “moment of truth” and just stopped in their tracks and watched the event unfold; or rather, squirt out. That’s pretty much what happened earlier today.
At the far ends of the lake, there are a couple of benches where one can stop to take a breather while watching the birds, sunrise or sunset. That was my planned destination today; I’ve masturbated on many occasion while sitting at these benches and “reviewing” my lecture notes. My favorite bench is situated in a fairly strategic location. It’s far enough from the fishing/picnic areas, that one would need binoculars or a zoom lens to be able to discern that my cock was pretending to be a flag pole. The bench is just a few feet off the path. To my left, the view is clear for about 100 yards, so I have ample time to put my dick back in my pants. Granted, when I’m fully erect, my cock could easily been seen from that distance; but most people don’t notice me right away so there’s no rush to push my cock back in my pants, zip up, turn the page and start reading. And, sometimes I just don’t bother. I just push my cock down and place my trusty notebook in my lap.
To my right, only about 30 yards away, the path curves as it turns to follow the lake. There are lots of trees there but since I don’t have to pay much attention to the other direction, I can focus my senses on the right and usually can hear someone talking or dragging their feet immediately before they turn the corner and break clear of the trees. This is a calculated spot for “accidental” discovery. I like it because I usually only have a few seconds to “cover-up” before being seen. I must say though, of all the places that I’ve masturbated, this is the one spot where I have chalked up the most times of “genital exposure” and definitely has a few marks in the column of “saw my cum squirting!” When this happens, I figure I’ve already been seen so why bother with covering up? Like I said before, people just don’t seem to care or want to get involved; or maybe they get turned on and go somewhere themselves and masturbate.
Whatever the reason, luck has probably had a lot to do with the fact that I haven’t been arrested. But YOU understand; you do the same sort of stuff or you wouldn’t be reading this! You know how it is to reach that point where you don’t care about getting caught. Masturbation is like any addiction – the pleasurable feeling is worth the risk; when those delightful sensations start pulsing through our nervous system and making our muscles twitch, we stop at nothing! Pants move from just being unzipped to being opened and folded back. Then they just have to come off of our ass. But that position usually doesn’t last very long before those same pants need to be pushed to our knees, and finally, they fall around our ankles so we can spread our knees, fondle our balls and stroke with no restrictions!
By the time I reached my favorite bench this morning, my cock was already sticking out of my fly and being stroked by my hand. You see, the parking lot at the lake is at the other end so it’s about a ¾ mile walk to that bench. There weren’t any other cars in the lot when I arrived so I didn’t figure there were any fishermen out yet. Not seeing anyone on the path ahead of me, and not really caring if there were, I pulled my cock out, almost as soon as I stepped from my truck, and started to gently pump it while I walked. I was holding my notebook open and out in front of me for a little added incentive. When I reached the bench I was ready to open up my pants for better access. But, seeing as how I hadn’t seen any other souls, I decided to pull my short pants down a little so I could sit bare-assed on the bench. It was probably less than a minute and those “risk enhancement” feelings were creeping through my veins; I tugged my shorts to just above my knees. Figuring this was a safe enough position, I continued with the fondling. Even if I heard someone around the corner, I still would have time to pull my pants part of the way up to cover my upper thighs. Of course, my ass was totally visible through the back of the bench but I could live with that. But my plans fell all apart. Once my sperm started to boil in my testicles, my pants just “needed” to find their way down to my ankles so I could spread my knees and cup my balls. With that familiar ache starting to pulsate in my engorged shaft, I decided, or my addiction decided, that I was going to carry this all the way through, no matter what! And, having made the commitment to masturbate to orgasm, even if there was a choir watching me, I decided what the heck!
After kicking off my flip flops, I pulled my shorts over my bare feet; and after pulling out the small tube of Vaseline, that I always carry in my pocket, I laid them on the bench next to me. So, with shorts to one side and my notebook open on the other, I spread my legs wide, squeezed some lubricant onto the head of my cock and commenced with the task at hand. After a few rotations of my slicked up hand, around the swollen, pink helmet of my circumcised penis, the desire for MORE kept edging me on. I guess it was the build-up from the last few days, that was driving this uncontrollable urge, but I was so turned on that I just couldn’t get enough. However, I didn’t want it to end just yet. My whole being started to tremble and at that point I think my body just took control over my mind. Pulling my tee shirt over my head, I laid it on my shorts and began to flick my right nipple with my left hand while I continued pulling on my cock. The next thing I knew, I had stopped tweaking my nipple and was lubing up my left thumb with Vaseline and inching forward to the edge of the bench. Reaching down, between my legs, with my left hand, I slowly inserted my thumb into my ass as far as it would go and started bumping my prostate glands. Wow…what a rush that was! I was sitting completely naked, out in the open, on a bench next to a public sidewalk with my thumb up my ass while stroking one of the hardest boners I had ever had. IT FELT AWESOME!
The more I bumped and stroked, the closer I got to orgasm. When I flipped my right hand up-side-down and started pulling and rotating at the same time, a generous amount of precum oozed out and got all mixed up with the Vaseline. The nerve endings in the head of my cock were on fire! I stopped all movement, just short of ejaculation, and tightened every muscle in my body to hold back the orgasm which was fighting to get out. After about 15 seconds of stillness, I started a slow stroking motion while I vigorously massaged my prostate until I reached the edge for a second time. This time, when I started up again, I didn’t move the thumb in my ass but used a very light finger-thumb grip to vibrate my cock rapidly up and down until I thought I was going to explode. Switching back and forth between these two techniques, I was able to bring myself to the edge three more times.
All of a sudden, while I was holding my breath and fighting with all my might to stave off orgasm at my sixth trip to the edge of the cliff, I heard a gasp of surprise. I had gotten so caught up in the moment that I had failed to hear the approaching morning walkers. Upon hearing the gasp, I shot a glance over my right shoulder and discovered three teenaged girls, probably juniors or seniors in high school, had just come around the corner and walked past the cover of the trees to discover a naked man, masturbating and thumbing his ass. They had all three frozen in their steps! I don’t think they knew what to do; turn around and go the other way, run past and keep running all the way to the police station, or stand there and watch.
You know as well as I do that there was really no decision to be made on their parts. You KNOW they wanted to see what was about to happen, even if they pretended not to. Besides, it was too late and there was absolutely nothing I could do at this point but to finish what I had started. The appearance of the girls, all standing there in short-shorts and tank tops, along with the gigantic thrill of “getting caught,” sent me to the moon! I IMMEDIATELY started the fast vibration technique and the prostate massage at the same time. Cum blew out of the end of my cock and flew a good three feet into the tall grass in front of me. Because I was shaking my cock so fast, the thick white semen splattered on my legs, my forearms, my chest and my cheek.
When the bulk of my cum had ejaculated, I pulled my thumb free and pressed my left middle and ring fingers hard on the cum-tube below my balls and pushed the cum that was stranded there up the tube until it ran out and spilled over down the side of my cock. Then I looked over at the girls and smiled while I pulled down hard at the base of my shaft and held the skin tight as my cock continued to pulsate to completion. The girls seemed to be mesmerized while standing there with their big doe eyes! They seemed to be getting an education. Maybe I have a future as a high school sex education teacher! Regardless, there were a few hard nipples poking through those thin tank tops.
When my cock finally stopped pulsating, I milked all of the remaining droplets of my sperm from my still swollen cock. Then I turned and smiled at the girls again as I gave myself a few more finishing strokes. The girls were cool about everything. They just smiled at me and quietly continued their walk. However, once they were past me, and I couldn’t see their faces any longer, I heard a bunch of giggling as one of them said, “Can you believe that?!”
At that point, I didn’t want to press my luck so I just stood up and got dressed like it was the normal thing to do. Now, I’m sitting at home working on my second orgasm of the day. My cock has been steadily drooling precum while I’ve been telling you about my morning adventure. It’s time now to get down to business and give this monster what it’s asking for. How has your day been?
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fuzzyt on Sun Mar 02, 2014 3:02 am, edited 2 times in total.