Bike ride

I got caught up reading a funny story about a guy who jerked off in the woods. Actually, it's a small excerpt from a very long text. Then I decided to translate it into Russian and post it here. Enjoy :)))

I took a can of soda from the fridge and put it in my bike bag. That completed the preparations for the ride, and I was ready to go.

I rode my bike for a while, not really thinking about the route, until I ended up in the park. 700 acres of forest crisscrossed with hiking trails, with tennis courts and a road running through vast woods and open fields.

Several years ago, rains had washed out part of the road,

and it had been closed to cars ever since. This was very convenient for biking, and the woods in this part were completely deserted. I pushed down on the pedals and rode uphill. Soon I reached the top of the hill, a little sweaty. Then I rode down the winding road until I spotted the familiar turnoff to the section of woods that Chip and I had explored many times together.

Getting off my bike, I walked along a narrow path leading into the forest. I came out into a clearing where we used to lie in the sun or just fool around. There, I laid my bike on the ground and took out the can of water. I sat in the sunlight, sipping the cool water and thinking.

A light breeze felt so refreshing on this hot and humid day. Without thinking, I slid my hand under my t-shirt. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric, and I squeezed one of them. That, it seemed, sent a signal to my dick. I immediately felt it begin to pulse and harden in my shorts. An idea popped into my head. I looked around. No one. No sounds except birdsong and the wind rustling the treetops.

It was a quiet day, and I was alone here. Why not?

I untied my sneakers and took them off, followed by my white socks, which I hung on the bike frame. I pulled off my t-shirt and threw it on the sneakers. My hands seemed to be trembling a little. Was I really going to do this?

I stood up and unbuttoned my shorts. Slowly, I pulled them down and kicked them off onto the t-shirt. Now I was left in just my briefs. My erect dick was bulging forward, and a wet spot the size of a nickel marked the head. I slowly rubbed it with my palm, feeling the moisture spread. The sensation was special. I looked around again.

Still no one.

I slipped my fingers under the waistband and pulled my briefs down to my knees. Then I let them fall onto the grass, and I took a step forward. I was naked and aroused in the middle of the woods! I felt a surge of excitement, but I was also a little nervous. What if someone showed up? Although, to be honest, that danger was even more arousing.

I decided to walk around a little. Not going far. I walked along the path and passed a small hill on the way to the stream that ran through the woods. My dick swayed back and forth in front of me. A drop of precum on the tip tried to hold on but couldn't and slid down a clear thread into the grass. I found a fallen tree and sat on it. My skin felt the unusual hardness of the bark.

Then I stood up, spreading my legs wide. Cupping my balls with one hand, I began to gently massage them. Then, no longer feeling able to resist, I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, pulling the skin over the wet head. I moved my hand back and forth, spreading the moisture along the shaft. The feeling of being naked only heightened the sensations. The thought that I was jerking off naked in the park completely took over me. I started jerking faster.

My knees were shaking. I knew the moment of release was near. And I came. Semen flew onto the grass, onto the ground, and even onto my bare feet. I looked down and saw drops of my cum slowly sliding down the smooth surface of a rock.

I was still holding my dick in my hand. Remnants of cum seeped between my fingers. Letting go of my dick, I licked my fingers. At that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some movement in the distance.

I quickly looked around. On the other side of the stream, about 100 meters away, stood a guy, around 20 years old. Medium height, sturdy-looking, muscular, with short light hair, wearing a yellow t-shirt. He stood perfectly still, watching me intently. His face, it seemed to me, showed only curiosity, not surprise. Through the foliage, I could only see his torso and face.

My heart started pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst. I wanted to run away. But for some reason, I couldn't move. We both stood facing each other, motionless. Then he shifted slightly to the left.

He was wearing red lightweight athletic shorts, and with his left hand, he was stroking his thigh. Then I saw that he was holding his dick in his hand and slowly jerking it off. Quite long, though not thick. I knew I could bolt at any second, but I was curious to watch. He had watched me—now I was watching him.

His movements quickened, though he didn't take his eyes off me. Finally, large drops of cum began to shoot from his dick, disappearing into the foliage. After a few spurts, he stopped. He stood for a few more seconds, still looking at me. Then he tucked his dick back into his shorts and smiled at me.

That snapped me out of my stupor, realizing I was standing naked in front of a complete stranger. I rushed off toward my clothes. Quickly pulling on my shorts, I grabbed my bike and my things and hurried to the road. Once on the asphalt, I quickly rode away from that place...