Caught Climbing


The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails.  The  beauty of the

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 wilderness and nature brings out feelings of freedom, the perfect place to take off my clothes to satisfy a  desire to be naked outdoors.  I have had  dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors,  so, when riding my motorcycle,  part of my rides resulted finding the best place to frolic about.  A very erotic element always played out.  Taking off my clothes as I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone.  Leaving my clothes in a neat pile noting the landmarks so I can find my clothes later.  My penis feels heavy and sways from side to side as I walked.  After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand  of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape.  I have been here before,  my penis had  stiffened  and  was throbbing furiously.    I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree  reaching as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground  with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree  to the right.  I climb as high as 12 feet struggling to reach a plateau of a mixture of physical fatigue and arousal.  Sliding down to rest, then, resume climbing again at least 2 or 3   times to reach orgasm .   This tree was thin and tall with no branches at the bottom.  Branches are an annoyance but not a problem.   While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in,  was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment.  I was in the point of no return,  a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question.   I was in the zone that is my favorite.  On the edge,  pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure  begins to overwhelm all other concerns.  What I mean is the concern that I might be caught had become a low priority.  Reaching orgasm is most important.   Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult.     Ignoring muscular fatigue,  pushing past the burn,  I continue to cling to the tree.   I am vulnerable, in my own world, my eyes are closed.   I am no longer alarmed when I hear  voices in the distance.  I gamble that they would be on a different trail so I ignore it.  A group was having an intense discussion, was getting louder. They are heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping.     Three young ladies were  on the path directly below me .  The truth is,  I could not stop,  not now.   I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how  I must look, I did not care.   On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming.    As yet they  had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike a few yards away.      I am still struggling to stay in the tree but I am loosing my grip. I close my eyes hanging there naked .The girls  began to move slowly along the conversation about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area.  Feeling of fatigue and arm muscles burned, then was replaced with  a flood pleasure  , shooting my hot load with power not felt  before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below  I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body.   I could not hold on any longer.  Slowly letting myself down,  penis bouncing and rigid  still dripping and wet.    Turning towards where I left my clothes,  I realized I had not gone undetected after all.  Not far away, three young ladies  had positioned themselves  atop a cluster of boulders providing an unobstructed view. l hear whispers, giggling breaking into   laughter.  I see wide eyes watching me, my  every move.  I searched for my clothes they were not there , nothing to cover myself. Mean while being teased about my sexual deviancy, a freak, exhibitionist.  I endured the humiliation, then something strange happened.  I began to become aroused , this  was such a turn-on.

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