Its a warm summer night. It's late...around midnight. Everyone is asleep and the neighborhood is calm and quiet. There is barely a gentle breeze outside yet there is enough moon light I can see the window glow a little. I can't sleep. I'm restless and my body is telling me I need some sensual attention. I can't lay in bed anymore. I need to feel free, sexual and uninhibited. I love my body and love making it feel alive.
I get out of bed and walk through the house to the back door. I open the door and feel the night air hit my face. It feels good and smells just right. I don't worry about my clothes for I sleep naked. I don't like being bound by clothes and besides, the feel of soft sheets on my bare skin is erotic enough.
I step out into the warmth of the summer night and make my way slowly to a wooden lounge chair I have set up in the yard. Laying down on it I look up at the stars above and smile at how relaxing it is to see them, always there like a good ole friend. I then snap back to the reality that my body has been telling me how much it needs sexual release and stimulation. I feel it welling up deep inside me.
My hands begin to roam my naked body. I feel my chest then down my stomach. I slide to my sides and down my legs feeling the curvature of my hips and the muscles that are embedded in them. I then move back up and towards the junction of my legs and feel my sac where the best of life is made and connected to the very thing that makes me all the sense of a man. Its already growing to the shape that has always intrigued me. The firmness and power it enjoys. I pause to feel this whole part of me as my other hand continues to travel back upward to my chest.
The more I feel myself the more the tension builds inside. I feel the need to let it build and take control of my whole body. The only problem I see is that I'm alone and this was not the way I was meant to be. My body wants to be connected to the very thing it was meant to be with and there's no one around in my sense, of the female anatomy, who's gonna help. I flash back to my own moment that is building. I feel the warm air surrounding my naked body and the fact that my own temperature is rising. My skin begins to be more sensitive to my own touch. My cock is now raging at its peak and as I slide my hand up and down its shape and rigid structure I feel my aching rising inside and I'm so thrilled.
I'm laying on the wooden lounge chair, fully exposed to the whole world as it would seem but the world is asleep. It wouldn't take an expert passing by next door or down the alley to figure out what I'm doing. My hands eagerly moving over my body and paying close attention to my sexual gifts. My fingers even basking at my own ass teasing the erogenous parts I rarely think about.