Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2009 23:48:45 -0500 From: peter johnson Subject: Me, Myself and I This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two consenting males. If it is illegal or offensive for you to read such material, please navigate away from this page. Since this is my first masturbation story--sorry, no actual sex--comments and suggestions would be more appreciated than ever! Me, Myself and I I slipped out of the beach house and into the woods. No one would miss me; everyone was down on the beach playing horseshoes and drinking cheap beer. I would be back before anyone noticed I was gone. I walked down the familiar path for a ways, then cut off of the trail and into the shade of the forest. Dry leaves crunched under my feet and patches of sunlight played across my skin as I trekked deeper into the woods. Soon, I found myself at the foot of a steep hill; it was really a dune, but it was so covered in twigs and leaves and whole trees that there was very little visible sand. The hike up the dune was difficult but pleasurable. I reveled in the straining of my muscular calf muscles as I fought my way up the steep incline. My skin was warmed by the sunlight that filtered through the foliage above me, and a cool breeze that blew off of Lake Michigan caused my arms to tingle and my body hair to stand up. There was no one around to see or hear me, and the solitude was arousing. When I reached the top of the dune, I walked to the edge and looked down at the beach. The forest smoothly transitioned from old, towering trees, to young saplings, to beach grass, and finally into sand. From my vantage point in a cluster of young trees on the edge of the dune, I could see down to the beach in front of the beach house. My friends were all still down there; the girls wore skimpy bathing suits and chatted in the shade of an umbrella, while the four guys tossed horseshoes with beers in their hands, shirtless and glistening. I followed the guys' example and stripped my tight white t-shirt off, then hung it on a low branch. Though I could easily see my friends on beach, they wouldn't be able to see me in the woods on the dune unless they already knew I was there. A gust of wind blew up the dune, caressing my bare torso and making my nipples harden. I ran my hand over my soft skin, comfortable in the knowledge that I was concealed from view. My hand drifted down and slid across the smoothness of my running shorts until it came to rest on my package. I gave my cock a gentle squeeze, and it responded by beginning to expand and harden. I slid my feet out of my shoes and felt the soft, sandy earth between my toes. I hooked my thumbs into my shorts, then slowly and sensuously slid them down my legs, enjoying the feel of my last article of clothing slipping off of me. I now stood completely naked in the forest, gazing down on my friends below. I didn't move for a moment, enjoying the luxuriating in the feeling of freedom that came with being in such a natural state in such a natural place. Another gust of wind blew across my bare cock, finishing the job my hand had begun moments ago and bringing it to its full, erect position. My dick stood out from my body, as hard as the trees around me. Finally, I allowed myself a touch; my right hand encircled my pole and began to slowly slide up and down the shaft. I gazed back down at my friends, admiring the the definition of their chests, the bulging muscles in their arms. With my left hand, I played with my nipples and ran my fingers up and down my abs. I imagined doing the same thing to my strong, masculine friends down on the beach; I thought about playing with their hard rods, exploring their tight bodies, teasing their nipples with my fingertips. The sun felt deliciously warm on my cock, and cool breezes continued to tantalize my naked body. My fist slid up and down my member, sending building shocks of pleasure through my body every time I touched the head. I quickened the pace of my stroking and placed my left hand on a nearby tree for support. I felt a wave of pleasure grow from the base of my cock and spread throughout the rest of my body. Just as I thought that I would die from the feeling, my cock ejected a string of thick cream, followed by another, then another. I shot rope after rope of semen from my throbbing dick, each rope accompanied by another wave of pleasure. I watched as my semen shot out of my body and hung in the air for a moment before falling down to earth and splattering itself on various parts of the slope in front of me. My jizz landed in the sand, on beach grass, on dead leaves--I truly felt that I was at one with nature. Finally, my orgasm subsided. I milked last few drops of cum from my softening cock, then wiped them on the leaves of the tree I was leaning against. I stood for a moment, enjoying my nakedness, content with what I had just done. Then I slipped my shorts back on, donned my shirt and shoes, and headed back through the woods to join my friends on the beach.