Naked Teenage Romp: Masturbation Memories – Onania Masturbator Forum

It is a warm summer night in the late 1970s and I and taking a stroll through my neighborhood, well after midnight. I have managed to walk quite a distance from my home, and the warm twilight breezes feel good on my skin. Every inch of my skin, in fact. I am 16 years old and I am absolutely butt naked. My dick is thick and hard and throbbing, jutting out 7 inches ahead of me. My balls are big and tight, full, yearning to gush their contents. The night air tickles the crack in my ass and my butt cheeks and, indeed, every inch of my body tingles with the certainty of my nakedness. I always loved naked and this is the best naked I have achieved by far. Precum is oozing so steadily from the tip of my dickhead that at times it puddles and breaks off in a thick drop that splashes to the sidewalk below my bare naked feet. Me heart is pounding. My dick is throbbing and. When I reach down to give it a stroke, which I do every do often as a stoll through my neighborhood, it glides smoothly in my hands. I am already a an accomplished jerkoff artist at this age, and I know how to stroke it just enough to keep the pump primed without losing it until I’m ready. I am no virgin. I have an athlete’s body, a teenage tarzan shape, and I have been three girls already sexually. But THIS is what I love to do. This is what I so desperately want that I will take such wildly dangerous risks to have. I have indulged my love of nakedness since adolescense and as puberty hit I discovered the joys of jerking off and have been hooked ever since. But I had to expose myself to more. I started out by sneeking into the back yard and stripping late at night after mom had gone to bed and jerking off into the grass. But our neighborhood had a unique layout that made taking naked a step further. Rather than sticking to the roads, the sidewalks ran along the back, splitting backyards, called a greenwalk. It was a big neighborhood. The first night I walked out of my yard and onto the sidewalk in gym shorts, then stepped out of them and carried them with me. It was mesmerizing. I would walk naked, stroking my dick along the way, for a while and when I could take it no longer, jerk off to orgasm standing on the sidewalk beneath a twilight moon, even shooting into a neighbor’s yard with their house right before me. That wasn’t enough. After few times of this, I would leave my gym shorts in the backyard — I was cheating myself out of an exhibitionist high by having the option of hopping into them quickly should I encounter a neighbor on my late night stroll. Of course, once I had jerked to orgasm I could walk back home and get dressed in the backyard. If I stepped inside and mom happened to be awake, at least I would have gym shorts on and could make a lame excuse about not being able to sleep and wanting some night air. Too easy. On this night, the first of many, I simply walked out of my bedroom butt-ass naked, dick throbbing, down the hall and past mom’s bedroom, gently opening the back door and closing it behind me, to step naked and horny and throbbing into the night. it was exhillerating to to be in that predicament. There was absolutely no way to explain my actions and my lack of clothing if I got caught. That winding sidewalk often intersected the neighborhood streets, always under a streetlight, and I would thrill with anticipation as I approached these crossings. Always I would stop and stroke my raging dick in the middle of the street, or directly under the streetlamp before moving on.Sometimes I would be as much as a mile away from my house — away from my clothes — before I finally could take it no longer and spewed my cum in great white gooey blasts. But by the time I got home I would be hard again, sometimes stroking myself as I stepped naked back into my house. On at least two occasions I hopped a neighbor’s fence, climbing into their pool for a skinnydip while they slept behind the window just a few feet way. Once I held to the side, with my dick massaged by the pool’s jet stream till i blasted cum all in their pool. I also stepped into a yard, Mrs. Burns’ yard, and jerked off all over the grass I had just cut for $10 earlier that day. I loved these early exhibitionist adventures and I hope you enjoyed me reliving them. Just thinking about make me ready to… ah, ah, ah, oh, yes, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

Just found this post and it brought back memories for me, too. I remember ‘exploring’ the woods on family vacations in the ’70s, just to strip and masturbate. Spectacular!

At home, my room was in the basement, and I would sneak out the basement window, and walk around my backyard naked, watching for any lights on upstairs. I’d hang upside down from the swingset and masturbate, or slip into our pool. Semen looks so different sprayed underwater!

I never got that far from my clothes – what a thrill that would be – but my riskiest romps would come when I was walking home from drinking beers at a friend’s house. Halfway home, there was a little park where I could strip between a fence and a thick row of bushes and masturbate drunk and naked, with the cars driving past nearby.

You’re right – I feel bad for all the horny teenage boys looking to express themselves in nature now. But I bet they find a way. And I bet the security guards of the world have a laugh at all the videos, but also secretly get hard wishing it was them!

Just remembering a time around 1999 that I was staying in a hotel that was part of a large mixed development, which included restaurants, night clubs, office buildings and hotels. It was about 2:00am and I couldn’t sleep worth a darn so I wondered out into the complex to enjoy the peace of the night in a place that was so full of people during the day. Of course, when staying in a hotel alone, there is an instant increase in libido and imagining new and interesting ways and places to masturbate. While I wouldn’t have admitted it to myself at the time, I probably left that hotel room in search of a place to bare myself and play with my penis, perhaps even in hopes of ejaculating outside. As I walked, I became more curious and started thinking what it might be like. If I were to do this, would that place be good, or would that place, and so on, assessing each spot as a potential location to undress. I finally settled on what appeared to be a back parking lot near the office buildings, and adjacent to a small lake built into the development. This area included some rather large, thick pine and other trees. Oddly enough, it was probably about 40 feet from an interstate highway, which still had some vehicles even at that time of the morning (now closed to 3:00am). I decided to go ahead and duck into the trees. I found a spot that appeared to be free of brush, slightly hidden behind the front trees, but clearly had visibility of the office buildings, hotel, lake (with path) and parking lot (btw, I was 38 years old at the time). I went ahead and undressed down to just my underpants (briefs), piling my clothes beside me. Next, I slipped off my underpants, and took a deep breath to take in my status and location. Like many of us that I’ve read here, I raised the stakes by walking maybe another 20 feet deeper into this wooded area so I would not have easy access to my clothes. I went ahead and sat down on the ground, and sorta crossed my legs Indian style. I began to touch my nipples and penis. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. Only if you’ve done this before, do you understand the thrill of making yourself feel so good. My penis had been erect since I’d taken off my underwear and of course was rather lathered up on the tip with my pre-cum. I’d pump and get close, then stop and enjoy. Then, I’d focus on touching my nipples some more. Back to my dripping penis. I didn’t spend too much time edging because I was simply too aroused and excited. I went ahead and granted myself the okay to lay back a bit and pump my penis until it was pulsing forth with my semen. I’d made quite a mess on my stomach and needless to say, when I came back to reality seconds later, I scooted back to my clothes and wiped up the mess with my underpants. I quickly threw the rest of my clothes on, balled up my underwear and shoved those in my pocket, before ‘assimilating’ back into the parking lot to get back to my room. When I reflect back on that early morning, I remember fondly that experience with myself. Many times lovers remember doing things like this together. I remember doing these things to myself and with my penis, and they’ll be memories that we (my penis and I) can remember forever.