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Chap 1
It started off as a short hike into the woods above the valley I live in. I just wanted to get away for awhile and enjoy some of Mother Nature’s soothing powers. I came prepared with a knapsack to hold the few things I might need to enjoy myself. The usual things like a towel, lubricant, and something to drink. As I walked down the familiar trail the anticipation grew in my head. I made my way through a secluded meadow to a clearing on top of a hill overlooking the meadow. I had been there before and felt safe and secluded. A light breeze rose over the ridge of the hill and warmed me. My groin was tingling as I scanned the area to make sure I was alone.I spread a towel over the soft grass that covered the ground and started to undo my pants. All the hiking had kept my cock hard with the rubbing of my tight jeans. It felt great to slowly unbutton the waist and fly, slide them down and expose my legs to the warm breeze. I was turned on standing there with my shorts bulging from the strain of my erection trying to rip its self free, it’s shiny head peaking out the top. I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, looking over the beautiful surroundings. My hand quickly found its way to my crotch and the protruding head of my rod. I kneaded the firm bulge with the palm of my hand, moaning softly as my hand caressed the length of the shaft. The fabric of my shorts pulled tightly around my balls and my mind filled with the excitement of masturbating in the open. I felt the thrill of taking the chance of being caught while stroking my rod, putting on a show for someone to see. The thought sent a shiver up my spine and a small wet spot appeared on tip. I continued to rub firmly as I sat down on the towel, dreaming of the thrill of being caught just as I blow my load.


