I was nineteen and a freshman in college but, due to my shyness and sexual confusion, looked (and acted) like a much younger man. I didn’t have much of a sex life, well actually to be brutally honest, I had zero sex life. I loved to watch gay porn and masturbation to real gay porn was my only sexual outlet. . . and believe you me, I loved jerking off frequently! The only drawback was that I always had to be sneaky about it as I had a totally straight roommate and didn’t want to be “outed” the wrong way. Deep down, I always knew that I was gay but, wanted to be gay on my own terms!
The student housing complex where I lived bordered on the edge of campus at the end of town. From there it’s miles and miles of desolate highway and empty fields. Why did I ever decide to attend college in South Dakota? Anyway, I enjoyed the outdoor aspect of this desolate land and figured sooner or later I would find someone that wanted to explore their gay sex life with me. While coming to terms with my gay sexuality, I began to define what I liked men-wise. While I initially preferred the muscular gay athlete type jock type, I was also developing an attraction to “men’s men” that had some very well-kept body hair.
Knowing that this extremely backward college would never condone hardcore gay porn much less gay sex, I considered myself on being an excellent “masturbation spot” scout. Some of my favorites were the local park after dark, the end of the grocery store parking lot, and my absolute favorite were abandoned buildings where I would pull out my favorite gay porn magazines and stroke my fat cock to oblivion. I can still vividly recall all those hot gay porn magazine covers! There was something extra about the potential thrill of jacking off with other straight men so close but, far away.
Anyway, one day I was horny as hell and decided to skip my afternoon classes. I figured I deserved some “quality time with my cock” and decided to take this opportunity to locate a potential new jerk-off spot. I hopped in my car and headed down the highway in a direction that I would not ever take normally as it was headed away from home. I drove a mile or two out of town when I came across an old gravel road and decided to turn off and see where it led as far as future masturbation potential.
I drove slowly as I didn’t want the gravel to kick up on my car. As I crept along I noticed an old farm dirt road ahead on the left which looked totally unused due to the lack of tire marks, from a truck or tractor. I wanted so badly to drive down that old road but, then my car would leave tracks and I sure didn’t want to be discovered and arrested for trespassing if I ever got caught. This road mesmerized me as it was so untouched, just like my virgin gay sexuality.
Well, temptation got the best of me as I was curious was over the hill and down the road. I pulled the car to the side and hopped out and decided to find out firsthand. . . pun intended! I was horny as fuck and I needed to cum. I did my best to walk in the grass as to not leave any tracks along the way. It was only a short uphill walk but, when I got to the top was amazed at the valley view below, complete with an old barn that was still standing. My curiosity rewarded, I headed straight toward the barn and knew my cock would soon be the beneficiary of a masturbatory session.
The time flew as I made my way fast-paced to the barn. I was so alone in my personal thoughts as I swung the barn door open to discover a day gone by. The smell of hay and the remnants of old implements allowed me the fantasy of sucking or fucking “Farmer Joe” right then and there! I was dressed in typical college gear but, soon found my pants dropped around my ankles and my throbbing cock in my hand. I figured, considering that it was so hot, I might as well strip totally nude and enjoy this momentum find.
I wasn’t worried in the slightest about getting caught in this remote location. Although, I was pissed that I wanted to watch gay porn, left my gay porno magazines in the car. I was so pumped that I had discovered this gem of a location with everything needed if I ever found a gay lover to explore my gay sexuality. As I stood there buck naked contemplating my first-time gay sex, I began stroking my rock-hard cock again, no magazine needed!
While I wanted to extend this masturbatory session, I realized I hadn’t cum in over a week and needed the release. It was empowering knowing that I was a gay man, alone in the middle of this barn, totally naked and stroking my cock. I owned this place and that day reaffirmed my sexuality. It was a breakthrough moment and it changed my life (for the better) forever. This moment was a masterpiece of emotions but, my horny side quickly recalled that I needed to get back jerking off my cock!
I had my cock at full attention and my balls were aching to cum when I started hearing weird sounds. I stopped masturbating briefly but, then started stroking myself until I heard noises again. Were these noises in my head? Was I deep down, hoping to get caught? At this point, I could not stop myself and knew it was only a short time before my cock would explode with man cream as my balls I (love my BIG balls) were ready to spew. I gave my thick cock the final strokes needed and shot a big fucking load all over the hay-covered floor.
Damn, that was an excellent orgasm I thought to myself! My masturbatory celebration was cut short when once again heard a strange noise. I pulled up my pants and put my shirt back on as fast as I could. I peeked out of them and figured it was my mind playing games on me as it was simply so quiet out in the country, it’s easy to hear every little noise. I was so pleased to have found this amazing new location where I could return and remove my clothes and masturbate. It was a truly magical experience and my entire mindset had changed as the cum exited my body.
I had found my secret masturbation spot to get me through college and hoped to find a willing partner to bring with me someday. Young gay men, don’t know how good they’ve got it now! I began going to “the barn” in the early evening, stripping naked, then masturbating like a wild man. Every so often, I heard those strange noises and didn’t think anything of it. . . that is until I discovered a pair of footprints that weren’t mine!
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