Chapter 20 - Jacking by the River
Driving up to South Shore Lake Tahoe one Labor Day week-end by myself to join friends, I was feeling acutely horny as I drove east up Route 50. It's an absolutely gorgeous drive thru pine and aspen that rises from sea level to over 6000 feet in the course of 100 miles. About 20 miles before Echo Summit, I pulled over at a reststop overlooking the American River. I had a raging hardon beneath my shorts that was poking out, and had been I rubbing it with my finger as I drove, nicely lubed between my pre-cum and saliva.
I parked facing the river, hoping that I might find another parked car there with one single guy in it that might be cruising for a playmate. Seeing none, I then took a little hike across the river, stepping carefully from boulder to boulder. I sat down on top of a huge boulder, in view of the road, but a good 20 yards back somewhat obscured by redwood trees and aspen. I dropped my shorts and underpants, and proceeded to slowly beat off in the warm summer sun. As I felt my climax near, I laid back my head, spread my legs, then shot - splattering my pent-up cumload all over the boulder. It's the thrill of being exposed that makes stuff like this a big turn on. I've been turned on by outdoor, yet discrete public masturbation ever since I was a kid....and I've done it in all sorts of interesting places.