I love to jog and walk on remote trails in the forest.  I make a habit of always bringing lubrication along and jacking off somewhere along the way.  I'm very familiar with the forest where I walk, so I have a secret place to strip and stash my clothes.  Then I love to walk and jog naked after my cock is lubed and hard, leaving my clothing behind. Sometimes this has led to some risky situations, since I love being seen, but don't want to be caught or arrested.  This story is about one of those situations...

It was really hot, so stripping felt so good.  I love the feel of the sun on my cock, so it was easy to get hard and stay hard.  About a mile into the woods, I stopped and started jacking.  I would generally do this several times before cumming.  This day, after moving several yards off the path into a sunny spot, I spotted some movement on the trail ahead.  Shit!  At first I wanted to run like I had in times before, but this person was too close.  I would never make it to the trail unseen. 

I could see from the movement that it was a single person and probably a guy.  I relaxed a little.  At least a guy wouldn't totally freak out and think I was a rapist.  I felt that there was a decent chance he wouldn't even notice me.  The thrill of maybe getting caught was making my cock hard, so I decided to stand in the sun and slowly jack my cock as he walked by.  I was really excited and hard.  I figured the worst he would do would yell some obscenities and keep walking.

As the person got closer, I could see it was definitely a guy and he had jogging clothes on, so he lived close by.  Soon he would be walking within twenty yards and would have a clear view.  In my extreme horniness, I found myself hoping he would look.  I exaggerated my jacking motions, hoping the extra movement would catch his eye.  I was in luck!  As he moved into the clearing, he looked right at me.  At first, he kept walking, but I saw his pace slow.  Then he stopped.

"Hey, friend!  Are you okay?"  He asked.  It was a completely stupid question, but I loved it!

"Yes!"  I replied, removing my hand for a moment and turning to the side so he could get a good profile of my rock-hard cock.  "I appreciate the concern.  I look okay, don't I?  I't a great day.  How are you doing?" 

He hesitated, looked around for a few moments, then focused back in my direction.  "Yeah, you look okay.  Actually, you look like you're having a lot of fun."  He stopped talking and looked around again.  "Uh, I'm doing better now than before, thanks.  Do you mind if I come closer?"

Oh hell yeah, I thought, even though I was surprised and nervous.  "Sure come on over.  If you want, you can jack with me.  I have plenty of lube."  He didn't say anything, but started making his way to my position.  Soon, he was standing right next to me and staring at my cock.  I wanted him to strip, but he just stood there watching.  Even though he didn't "do" anything, I could tell his cock was getting hard.  Running shorts don't hide much.

"So, friend, you can call me Tom, do you like watching me?"

He seemed a little embarrassed by the question, but responded.  "Yes, Tom.  I do like it.  I've always wanted to see another guy jack off in person.  I secretly watch guys jack online."

I smiled.  "Me too!  That's cool!  I was a little nervous when I saw you on the trail, but I'm really glad you caught me.  Btw, I'm not gay or anything, but I'm totally cool with you being here.  I noticed your cock is getting hard, too.  I don't mind if you want to jack with me." 

I could see he was thinking about it, but he didn't make any moves, so I didn't push it.  I knew I was going to cum fast if I wasn't really careful, so I stopped for a moment and tried to gain control.  He was completely focused on my cock.  "So, I don't know if you are interested, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to touch my cock.  I know I've always wanted to."

I could tell he wanted to, but was still nervous.  "Look, it's no big deal if don't want to and I'm not asking you to masturbate me, but I wanted to give you the chance since you're here.  I know I've seen plenty of cocks in pics that I would love to touch."

I left my hand off my cock and was thrilled to see his hand moving toward it.  At first he barely touched it.  Then he slowly wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed a little.  He kept his hand there for a few seconds and I could feel myself ready to cum.  "Friend, thank you so much!!  You hand feels so good, but I'm almost ready to cum."  He understood and removed his hand.  I started stroking again and after about 15 seconds I was spewing cum all over the ground.

When I finished, he had a big smile on his face.  "Great cum-shot, Tom!  That was amazing!  Thanks for letting me watch."

"You're welcome!  Thanks for watching!  I loved it!"  He started to walk away.  "Wait.  Since we both liked it, why don't we plan for me to 'get caught' again?  I love to jack off for an audience."

He seemed more relaxed after watching me blow my wad.  "Sure, Tom.  That would be cool with me.  When?"

"Well, I come out here almost every weekday after work.  So how about Thursday at six?"  That was only two days away, but I wanted to know if he was serious.  "I can be in this spot, maybe a little further from the path."

"Sounds great!  I'll be here.  See you Thursday."  With that he walked back to the trail and disappeared down the path.

(to be continued...)