To this day I do not know what ever possessed me to make that stop along that deserted mountain road. It was a couple of October's ago, I had been vacationing in the mountains and had been to town that evening. I stopped into the local bar that advertised naked dancer's on the front neon sign. One of the gals was a hot little redhead number that kept crouching in front of me and showing me her red pubes and her snapper.
She wanted the fuck for bucks and I said no as I left the place about 11PM. On the ride back to the cabin I was staying in I kept thinking about that nice pussy and those orange-red pubes, my cock was rock hard as I steered the car through the mountain road. My hand was rubbing my hard erection when I decided to pull the motorcycle over. After the engine quit there was barely a sound in the surrounding woodlands. The harvest moon was bright and full, the woods were bright enough to walk through until I came to a clearing by a lake.
It was still warm and the moon on the lake and the hard-on in my pants got the better of me. I stripped naked, my hard man-meat pointing straight out, a drop or two of pre-cum was coming from the slit. My fingers rubbed the liquid all around my cockhead, the sensation was one of pure ecstasy as my cock throbbed to my gentle fingers. More pre-cum was oozing from my slit which I gathered with my fingers and then licked slowly off them. My hard erection was aching now to be released but I decided to savor these feelings, this night, this moon as I stood in the clearing.
I spit on my hand then placed the wet hand over my erection, my cock felt red hot to my moist touch. In the bright moonlight I could clearly see the dark red of my cockhead glistening from my saliva. Oh the sensations were so overwhelming as I continued my slow rhythmic stokes to my cock. I then lay down in the grass on my back with my wet fingers playing with my ass hole, probing into the crevice which throbbed and puckered with my teasing fingers.
My other hand was quite busy with the hard meat, slowly, ever so slowly rubbing it so as not to go over that point of no return. Yes I wanted to savor all these great feelings, the communing with nature under the watchful eye of the moon goddess! The pungent smell of the earth blended with the pungent smell of my male lust. My finger found their way into my ass and now pressed against my prostate. My cock jumped as I massaged my male gland.
My cock was oozing a copious supply of my pre-cum, so much so that I needed little of my saliva now to coat my cock with glistening wetness. I thrust my legs apart and into the sky as my fingers slipped deeper and deeper into my ass. Oh, how I wanted to explode now and issue my hot jism, but no I decided to resist that urge and continue with my self-love of my body. I fondled my balls with my wet fingers, kneading them, teasing them.
Then my busy fingers were slowly running softly the length of my massive hard cock, the sensation was erotic to the max! My loins ached to expel my love juices, I had to back off once again. I lay there a few moments, hands off my cock, away from my prostate, just panting in my male lust. As I regained my composure again I again began the rhythmic strokes that my cock craved for, it was like my cock was a being in itself.
I rolled my naked body over and began the rhythmic thrusts into the lush grass. I was fucking the earth! Mother earth accepted my fucking thrusts, the grass seemed the wrap itself, entwining itself around my cock seemingly urging my coming orgasm. My hardness was pressed against my stomach and against the lush grass....pumping...pumping..I was almost at that point of pleasure and no return. I continued my thrusts until I lost all control and began to spill my jism, my seed, my love juices into the womb of the earth! "AAAHHHGGGRRR..."
or I moaned as my cock shot its big hot load of love juice. I lay there spent, my body heaving for several moments, then I arose and took a brief cooling swim in the lake. As I got out of the water and was preparing to get dressed I heard the most loud and awful banking of pots, pans and shouts of glee and satisfaction all around me! It seems my solo session had been viewed by a pack of camping teen girl scouts. Some how red-faced I made it back to my bike and sped off into the night.
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