My Dad loved the outdoors, and when work got too stressful, he would occasionally take a weekend and go off on a solo hike. He brought back beautiful color photos of the places he hiked through. I recall one Alpine lake that he photographed from many different angles. Now that I’m an adult, I realize that out there all alone by that lake, he surely had his penis out, enjoying the scenery as he stroked it, and that he left a bit of his joyous essence behind on that lakeshore.
As kids we did things we didn't feel comfortable communicating to our parents. Likewise, later as parents to our kids. I came in every pair of jeans and cutoffs I wore for years. I'd wear them until they dried or put them up to dry and rarely wash them. Nobody but me knew.
Lots when I was a youngster and at odd times throughout my life. Last time was a few years ago when I sucking another guy of in his car.
Beautiful!!! Now that's what masturbating and drinking it deep into your heart and soul and becoming intoxicated with the joy and pleasure eternally lurking just a secret touch away!!