It was 1994. I was 40 years old and a well practiced masturbator.

I was vacationing in Hawaii on the island of Kaua'i accompanied by several relatives. Our excursion this day was to the far west side of the island and visit Polihale Beach (pronounced pol-i-HAH-lee). It's a long, wide beach, but the treacherous surf and currents make the water unsafe for swimming.

We settled down for some sunbathing but shortly I got up to take a walk up the beach. Traveling with relatives had made spending some "alone time" difficult and therefore I'd not had much chance to masturbate.

I was happy that no one else wanted to come along with me and were content to stay where they were. So off I went wearing only baggy shorts, tank top and foot protection from the hot sand. There weren't many other people there and those who were, were widely scattered. The further up the beach I walked, the fewer people I saw. After walking a good twenty minutes or so, I found a spot at the base of a high rock cliff which looked perfect for what I had planned. It offered me a good view in both directions so I could see if anyone else was approaching.

Feeling rather daring but also desperately horny, I pulled my tank top over my head and pulled my shorts down and kicked them to one side. I was naked! Naked on a public beach under the Hawaiian sky and it felt wonderful. My cock was already half erect in anticipation of the experience.

I immediately wrapped my hand around my penis and started stroking. In no time I had a full hard-on. I wiped my hand across my chest to collect a slick combination of perspiration and sunscreen and quickly returned my hand to my erection. The lubrication made my cock feel even better as my hand slid up and down its length. I stroked slowly, especially on the down stroke and I gripped tightly at the base, causing my cock to swell even more and protrude seaward. Spreading my legs a bit wider, my balls, warm and hanging loose, swung forward and back in measure with my pumping hand.

The feeling of being naked out in the open and masturbating was such a thrill.

And the nervousness of the possibility that someone might come along and discover my blatant display of self-pleasure just added to my excitement. I was aware if I continued too long, eventually someone would discover me naked and jacking-off, and I didn't really want that to happen. Yet I also wanted this amazing feeling to last as long as possible.

I knew that if I chose, I could be cumming with just a few more strokes, but decided to take the risk and stretch it out a little longer. I was also so surprised at myself for actually doing such a "naughty" thing, that I wanted to preserve the moment. I let go of my throbbing cock in order to allow myself to cool down a bit and reached for my camera which I always had with me. I propped it up with some rocks and prepared the self-timer to take a picture. This way I would have photographic record of my "naughtiness" to look back on in years to come.

Giving my cock a few strokes to make sure it was again raging hard, I pressed the button on the camera and posed. The shutter snapped and I kept pumping. Within thirty seconds, my orgasm welled up and cum began spewing from my cock. With no false modesty, my ejaculation was majestic. I thrust my hips forward as stream after stream of hot cum shot out and splashed on the lava rocks a couple of feet in front of me.

I leaned back against the rock cliff wall behind me and let the sun penetrate my naked skin and I enjoyed the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. Eventually I slipped back into my clothes and went on my merry way.

No one did come along to witness my public masturbation, for which I guess I'm glad. But I've often indulged in the fantasy of what would have happened if some cute bikini babe had strolled by while I was busy with my cock.

Or possibly two or three bikini babes!