It was late in the fall and I went out for a hike in the local nature park that was going to take a couple of hours. It was late in the season so there were no cars in the parking area when I arrived which I expected. The trail was lesser known and traveled which was perfect because I wanted to be alone in the woods and enjoy the solitude. I got my gear together, locked the car, and headed out on the trail.
It was a lovely fall day. It was not too cold and with the sun out it felt comfortably warmer. I hiked for a while and came to an outlook that looked over the forest so I sat down to enjoy the view and have a snack. I was reclining a bit, enjoying the sun, I started to become very relaxed like I wanted to just lay here for a few hours and enjoy the solitude.
As I was relaxing there I started to feel like I wanted to jerk off. I hadn’t been laid in a while and started to get a bit horny. The more I thought about it the more felt like doing it right there but I was concerned about being caught by another hiker as I was stroking my cock. I don’t know if I would have felt embarrassed if I was caught. I knew I wouldn’t feel ashamed but the thought of being embarrassed by some unsuspecting hiker was my main fear.
Now that the thought of jerking off was in my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I thought more and more about playing with my cock, getting it rock-hard, and bringing myself to orgasm, it was exciting. The thought of the opposite sensations, of a light breeze blowing by my cock, cooling it, and the sunlight warming it, would make for a sensual experience. I convinced myself that being so late in the season and being on a less used trail the risk of getting caught was almost none, and the thought of the pleasure of cumming in nature finally got the better of me so I decided to do it.
I honestly didn’t know if I wanted a quick wank, for fear of being caught, or if I wanted to take my time and enjoy the experience. I was undecided but I wanted to minimize my exposure, so I stood up and I opened the fly on my jeans to pull my dick out without dropping my jeans to the ground. I pulled my jeans down, just below my ass so that I had some access to my balls. I started off caressing my cock, stroking it lightly and pulling on my balls and I started to get hard.
The sun felt great on my cock and added to the pleasure. I felt that it was a shame that I couldn’t feel that sensation more often. I was getting harder as I played with myself and I was naturally getting more turned on. I finally decided that this was not going to be a quick wank.
I took off my jacket and the rest of my clothes and then spread my jacket on a rock and sat down on it. It was a wide rock so I moved to the edge of it, faced the sun, and spread my legs so my balls could hang and swing freely as I stroked.
I’d stroke slowly, enjoying the feel of my skin and veins on my dick and then I would jerk it faster for a little bit to build the excitement and then slow down again. I wasn’t fully edging myself but I was far from it either. The sensations were so good, the warm sun, my hard cock in my hand, my balls swinging and every once in a while a cool breeze brought about a tingle on my shaft and cockhead.
I was now fully into the experience and the thought of being seen by someone was the furthest thought from my head. I was going to take my time with this experience, so I laid back on the rock and my dick stood straight up in the air, fully erect.
As a straight male, I think that one of the sexiest and most erotic visuals is a rock-hard cock, sticking straight out from a man’s torso. Women are the sexiest thing in the world, especially naked, with all those curves, their butt, their waist, their boobs, but add in a male companion who is rock-hard and ready for action. To me, it’s the epitome of sex, sexuality, sensuality, and eroticism.
I was now really turned on by the whole situation. Naked in the forest, my rock-hard cock in my hand, the feeling of stroking my cockhead, occasionally going from tip to base, caressing my balls every so often, the sun and the wind, one warming, one cooling, it was all so pleasurable. In the middle of all this, I wished I had brought along some lube to grease up my shaft, to make it slick so my stroking hand would glide smoothly and easier. I had to be satisfied with spreading my precum with my hands. I was leaking a decent amount of precum but having some lube would have been better.
I’d stop stroking every once in a while to rub my cockhead with my palm. That would bring me a heightened sense of pleasure, by just focusing on the head, it would also allow me to spread my precum over the head. I had no idea how long I had been there jerking off but at this point, I could care less. I felt like wanted it to last forever but I also anticipated blowing my load and feeling the waves of ecstasy wash over me after all this time of build-up, it was going to be epic.
I was now oblivious to my surroundings. I was laying back on the rock, my eyes were closed so I could focus on the sensations coming from my cock, my legs were spread and my balls were becoming fuller as my pleasure built up as I was denying my release. Every time I caressed or pulled on my balls as I stroked I would bring myself closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sun was shining down, keeping my naked body warm, and as far as I knew it was only me, the forest, the building sensations of my pleasure and my imminent release.