Cock Out Among the Trees!

Hi! I'm writing this story because I'm still hard and want to cum, but also because I'd love to know if anyone else has any similar experiences.

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My name is Daniel, I'm 19, and today I jerked off in the woods.

It started off as a fairly normal summer Saturday -- I grabbed coffee with some college friends in the morning, came home and did some household chores in the early afternoon, and then decided to go on a bike ride. I grabbed my bike from the garage and headed out. Typically, I take a right off of my dead-end road towards my small Vermont town's popular bike trail, but today I wanted to try something different. As I turned left, I was still internally giggling about what my friend Andy had told me over coffee, about how when he sees slow cyclists on the road, he'll scream, "HURRY UP! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! YOU'RE FALLING BEHIND!" and then speed off and laugh at their reactions. It was that story that inspired me to go on a ride today, plus the fact that it was 80 degrees and perfect outside! The whole week had been in the upper 90s, and my long days working inside at the local day camp with minimal air conditioning had me yearning for the fresh air.

I rode on the sidewalks for a little while, trying to decide where to go. I live smack dab in the geographic center of my small town, right near the library and plenty of woods that are great for long walks with my dog. The upside of my location is that I have tons of options for bike rides. The downside is that because I live practically in the middle of nowhere and had my mid-to-early teenage years during covid, I've pretty much ridden everywhere that can be biked. As a general rule, I love spontaneity, novelty, and never doing the same thing twice. Therefore, I decided to just try and get lost down some of the hillier roads more north of me.

I had a great time, coasting down some of the bigger hills and feeling the wind press my clothes backwards, blocking my ears from picking up any of the sounds around me apart from a "whoosh" that filled my brain with exhilaration. Not that there were many sounds to be heard anyway -- an occasional car would pass, and at one point I heard the town hall's bells ring three times in the distance -- but apart from the maybe five drivers I saw, I didn't see a single other person. I did see plenty of horses though!

I was about twenty minutes into the ride when I zoomed past an old wooden sign on the side of the road that read "Pine Hill Conservation Area". In a split second decision, I slowed down and made a U-turn, realizing that exploring these woods could be a spontaneous and novel experience. I thought I had walked my dog, Poppy, everywhere in my town (and a few of the neighboring ones), but I'd never realized that this conservation area existed. I rode into an empty small dirt parking lot, braked, and pulled my leg over my bike in that cool way that lets you coast with your whole body balancing on just side of the bike. Can you tell I had a lot of time on my hands and decided to do learn stupid tricks with my bike during covid? Anyway, I pulled to a stop next to a large board with a map of the conservation area. Realizing I had the rest of the day free, with no obligations to my family or friends, I stared at the map, trying to find an interesting landmark to journey towards. It seemed like there was a small pond a little ways away if I kept walking straight until a fork, so I hopped off my bike and started walking.

I'd only gone a little ways in when I realized that I didn't really want to walk my bike the whole way to the pond, so I decided to drop my bike behind a tree. It's not like anything really gets stolen in my town, plus I'd literally seen nobody in the past five minutes, neither car passing me on the road nor hiker on the trails, so I figured it would be fine. I dropped it, and kept strolling forward. It was only about another minute before I realized that I kinda needed to piss. Now, you might be thinking, "Ugh, Daniel, what an inconvenience!" Indeed, for someone else, this would be an annoyance at best. However, I started to smile. Another thing you should know about me is that I love to take long, hard pisses in interesting places. I guess you could call it a kink, but I feel like it kind of transcends my sexual desires. Yeah, sure, I get a little chub just thinking about pissing in an interesting place, but I also just have a deep satisfaction when I'm just letting the liquid fly when it feels like I'm not supposed to.

For me, an "interesting place" definitely includes the woods, but also (just a few examples in case you're wondering) can include behind cars, open fields, behind my garage, into a pond or the stream by my dorm, or really anywhere semi-public where I'm really not supposed to be urinating. I don't just love pissing outdoors however. I'm a big fan of differently-shaped urinals -- including some European styles like the rounder ones, the cans, the tall ones, and my favorite from when I visited Ireland, the open wall. I've also experimented with pissing in forbidden places indoors, but as I still live with my parents and also fear being found out about my kink by literally anybody I know, I tend to limit that to pissing in interesting containers, then dumping out the contents into the toilet. Ok, back to my story...

Anyway, my love of pissing isn't always/necessarily sexual, but I hadn't jerked off for the past two nights, so the thought of getting to piss out in these new woods started to elicit a physical reaction. I kept walking as I was realizing that I had this perfect opportunity -- the trail was tiny (so I knew that it wasn't super popular), I hadn't seen anyone for the past five-or-so minutes (unlikely that I'd be found), and the trees were fairly think and densely packed, so even if someone did come along, I'd likely hear them well before they'd spot me.

Another side note: I do often fantasize about getting caught, but I do prefer to keep the real-life risk to a fairly low-level, given that I'd really not like to be added to the sex offender registry for public indecency!

As I walked, my practice in outdoor pissing strategy came back to me. I scanned for large trees, denser packed areas, large brush, anything that could be a good backup cover in case I didn't see a fellow explorer before they saw me. I also kept looking for a good curve in the path, one where it would be harder for someone to see my cock if I had to scramble to put it back in my shorts after I heard their footsteps.

I kept going for another five-or-so minutes before I really started feeling the urge. I had drunk a large latte in the morning, plus about three glasses of water while doing chores because I didn't want the coffee to dehydrate me. The result of that was that my bladder was really insistent on not staying full for much longer. I paused in the woods, processing that I was fully alone, and decided to give in. I smiled, trotted off the path towards a patch of trees, cracking branches and smushing leaves with my converse as I excitedly found the perfect spot to unleash my urine.

I did one more visual sweep, paused and strained to hear if anyone was listening, and then yanked on the end of my bunny-looped drawstring holding up my shorts. I pushed my shorts down just low enough to plop out my dick. I let it sit there for a second, felt the tickle of the wind on my pubes, then lightly tugged on the shaft to let myself know it's okay to start. I slowly released my anxiety and I felt the rush of emotion that comes when I know it's about to come. Suddenly, the first stream of piss burst out and I grinned. It seemed to just fly out, and I immediately remembered that I don't have to just aim at the crunchy leaves near my feet. No, I'm allowed to dirty up these woods. To leave my mark, my wet, scented, yellow mark on the leaves, the branches, the rocks, and even that tree a couple feet away if I want. As I let myself go, the euphoria came in waves. My cock was out, free to the world. Anybody could see it. I'm pissing all over. Look at me!

After about twenty seconds of joy, the stream let up and I ended with the dribble. Instinctually, I gave a few quick tugs and a little jiggle to get the droplets out. As I tugged however, I realized my cock was hardening. Quickly, I pulled out the waistband of my shorts, ready to drop my cock back in and leave as quickly as I pissed. Before I let go of the waistband however, I remembered that I was actually completely alone out there. I placed my dick back in its holster, and looked around again. I was still very much the only living being within sight, and as I swept the forest, my eyes caught on a semi-collapsed rock wall about 25 feet away, and I got an idea.

I glanced around one last time, then made my way over to the wall. It was old, mossy, and probably used to mark a property line many years ago. Right now, it's about two and a half feet tall, about 50 feet away from the trail, and If I sat against it facing away from the trail, anybody taking Fido for a walk or having a nice trail jog wouldn't be able to see me at all. I tested the leaves on the ground with my foot, making sure no snakes or unwanted bug nests would await my ass, then sat down, legs outstretched.

I took a minute to really appreciate the scene. Ahead of me, the forest stretched out, trees and leaves only partially blocking the mid-afternoon sun from hitting the pine needled ground. If I had an assured hour to sit, I probably would have taken it all in for at least another ten minutes, but I reminded myself that there is no guarantee of an abundance of time. I wasn't in a rush, however, so I took one last good look at the sky before turning my attention to my shorts. Inside, I could feel my cock growing and throbbing, so ready for its release.

I reached my hand slowly towards the waistband, my left hand lifting it so that my right could do its duty. It slowly slid across my hairy bottom belly, across my pubes, and finally reached my semi-erect cock. I stroked my cock a few times, appreciating just how warm and firm my hand feels before giving up and fully pulling it out, exposing it to the sky. My five-and-a-half inch penis was almost at full mast then. I was just so fucking horny, and holy shit, I was stroking my cock in the middle of the fucking woods. I went up and down, up and down, palming the tip before spitting into my right hand and bringing it back down to my waiting, throbbing erection. I closed my eyes and imagined cumming right there, and oh god, I was close. I opened my eyes and quickly paused my strokes. If I was gonna go out there to cum, I had to do it right. I could cum in my hand any day of the week, but out there, I had so many options. I could bury my stick in the ground and fuck it till I shoot my seed. I could stick my snake in a tree hole, see if I can hear it splatter inside the hollow trunk. I could try and spray my cum all over the forest floor, just fucking covering it in my juice. I thought about it, and decided to cum all over a rock.

It wasn't a particularly erotic rock, but I just thought about how many times I had to be so careful when I would shoot. During the school year, when my roommate was sleeping, I'd be silent, cum into a sock under my blanket, making sure he wouldn't wake up and see me. When I'm home, occasionally I'll shoot all over my stomach, but I always have to clean up. Out there, I was gonna get to paint this rock with my cum and not worry about any repercussions.

I got up, waddled over to the rock a few feet away, my hand on my dick and my shorts around my knees. I pushed them to my ankles and knelt down, my tip wet with precum a foot away from the rock. I stroked my dick a few more times, but I'm nineteen and horny as fuck, and I erupted on the third up motion.

Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! I didn't make any noises out loud, but in my head I screamed. "Oh god, yes," I thought, taking in the beauty of my ejaculate covering the rock. Obviously, the rock couldn't feel, but I wanted to imagine it enjoyed the splattering spunk raining down on it from my glorious showerhead of a penis. I kept cumming for a solid five seconds before I started to come down from the high. The rock looked soft enough, so I rubbed my dick across the edge my cum didn't reach, making sure the moss soaked up every last drop of me. A few seconds went by before the post-nut hit me like a stone from the wall I'd been resting on.

Shit, I'm a man in the middle of the woods with his cock out, still red and pulsing from ejaculating. If I'm spotted, this is it for me. Sex offender registry, here I come. Imagine explaining that to my parents at dinner tonight.

With the clarity of a sober man, I quickly yanked my shorts back up, making sure my still-hard cock back was pointing up in my underwear, held in by the Hanes waistband. I looked around again, and the coast was still clear. I took a second to breathe, thought about what I'd done, and smiled. I looked down at the rock by my feet, still covered in my cum. I smiled one last time and jogged back to the trail, ready to ride back home and write up this story.

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If you enjoyed, or have any fun woods pissing/jerking stories, please let me know in the comments! Thanks!