Onania Masturbator Forum: Outdoor masturbation

My first memory of masturbating outdoors is when I was about ten or eleven. Already a chronic masturbator of long standing at that age, I had taken to adding variety to my bedroom Onanism by getting myself off in different rooms of our house. At some point that led to taking to the back yard to further expand my masturbatory horizon–first at night, but with growing audacity to daylight hours. I still remember the erotic thrill I got from nudity back then, and going outside to feel the air on my naked young body was an incredible thrill. I had never heard the word exhibitionist at that time, but looking back on it there is no doubt that I loved pleasuring myself in situations where I might be seen. I even got off a few times in the front yard of our house, barely concealed by a convenient hedge (and once blatantly in view from the street–at three a.m.).

Behind our back yard was a large area of undeveloped land, with many trees and thickets of brush, crisscrossed by footpaths used by the locals. By the time I was thirteen or so I had begun to frequent The Woods, as I thought of it, as a thrilling new masturbation venue. After much exploring I had found several clearings in the brush which were hidden from easy view by anyone on the paths, and my summer days frequently found me gloriously nude and erect in one of those clearings, joyously masturbating away. 

During my teens, when I was a masturbation maniac with a thrice-a-day habit (more if I wasn’t busy), those clearings were witness to hundreds of my solo orgasms. A “rule” I set for myself required total nudity when I masturbated (still my preference to this day), and so my skin got a lot of air during these escapades. Sometimes I could hear people walking along the footpath, passing scant feet from this masturbating boy, hidden from view by a thin barrier of foliage. This only added to my arousal and made my orgasms even stronger.

Of course, exhibitionists tend to feel the urge to press their luck–or at least I did. At some point I dared myself to take little nude walks through the woods, sometimes along the footpaths to increase the chances of discovery. It gave me an added thrill to leave my clothes behind and walk bareass through those woods. Inevitably, there were a few close calls in which a walker along the path nearly encountered my naked form, and in one instance I was unable to get clear in time…

I had taken one of my little nature hikes au naturel and then masturbated to a fantastic orgasm in one of my regular “spots.” I had been edging myself for some time and even though I was only about fifteen of so I shot a pretty good load all over myself. Once I had regained my wits I headed back to where I had ditched my clothes, the gobs and streaks of semen still visible on my torso. I guess my climax had left me still a bit dazed because I was caught completely by surprise by a middle aged couple walking on the path toward me. 

Looking back, I think my reaction must have been a product of my post orgasmic stupor: I just kept walking. As the two strangers stopped in their tracks, I strode forward, and they parted for me like the Red Sea before Moses, their eyes riveted to the sight of this nude, cum-spattered adolescent boy who seemingly had no shame whatsoever. I said a friendly “Hello” as I passed them and kept walking, not daring to look back but feeling their eyes on me. It all happened so fast that I didn’t feel my face flushing until I was long past my two onlookers. I wonder if they ever told anyone about what they saw. I my fantasies back then, I imagined that word had spread through the area and that people (adolescent girls, of course–it was my fantasy, after all) were frequenting the footpaths in hope getting a glimpse of the Masturbating Boy of the Woods.

Once I moved away from home, I had fewer opportunities for such activities, but there have still been a few masturbation sessions in the open air when the chance occurs: parks, beaches, riverbanks, and the like. As a youth, I was so enamored of masturbation that I would frequently assess wherever I was at a given time for its suitability as a place to get off. Even now, all these years later, I still catch myself looking at an old building or a copse of trees and idly estimating its masturbation potential. In the present day, however, I am a lot more careful, now that everyone is carrying a movie camera with them at all time–and with Internet access. Though I enjoy masturbating for an audience, I’m not interested in being the subject of the next viral video.