BIRD WATCHING TOWER


I should probably start by describing myself. My name is Melissa. I am 27 years old and a happy owner of a new digital camera and and a brand new telephoto lens. Something peculiar happened to me the other day. It was early morning, on my way to the birdwatching tower with to take some new pictures. I planned to stay there for several hours.  This was indeed a good birding ground for waterbirds but the sun was in my eyes.

Time went by and nothing much happened. I had a good view from my hidden point to a trail where people used to hike and bike. The tower was located at a convenient distance from the village. Tourist loved the scenery, but I was out very early and didn't expect to see anyone within the next hour.

I had only been sitting there for a few minutes when I spotted a biker approaching. I didn't have binoculars but I'd my digital camera with a big telephoto lens. I was more curious than anything else. When focusing I nearly dropped the camera when I saw that the man approaching was most probably masturbating while pedaling.

It's been said that ninety percent of all people masturbate, and the other ten percent are lying. This time my eyes were not lying. As soon as he was in sight with his fingers around his cock, and pounding away at it right there on the trail, almost as if to punish it for embarrassing him by its hardness. He took the risk of further embarrassment by someone spotting that he was jacking off.

APPROACHING

I could see him from the tower at a distance of half a kilometer. This early morning biker was a man in his thirties. He approached my position in a modest tempo, and came to a halt at the bench fifteen meters away from the hidden tower. He took a bottle of water and started drinking.

It was a grand day for walking, biking and bird watching. The sun was shining.  His crotch showed unmistakable signs of a healthy sized cock.

I could see his features quite well through my digital camera attached to my laptop computer. The image was crisp and clear. He got seated on the bench.

He was sitting quiet in the same place for a few minutes. I'd plenty of time  to adjust the telescope to spot details about him.  

I have had a lifelong fascination with male genitalia. But I never imagined to see this during my bird watching session. I was curious, like most girls and women, about the forbidden and hidden parts of the male anatomy. Don't ask me why, I still can't answer that question today.

His hands were reaching down to his cock and balls. He ran both hands down his legs, massaging them, and then he held his cock through the elastic shorts. He lifted stroked his balls. He was a big man, but as my eyes roamed down his shorts, I was awe struck at the size of his dick.

MY OWN EXCITEMENT

After over five weeks of virtual sexual inactivity, at least when it came to being with a man, I must admit I was excited. This was a dream come true man. 

My swollen nipples were standing up straight with excitement. I was soon dripping wet with my own juices, Imagining his mighty cock wouldn't slid easily deep inside my hungry pussy. 

I wanted my cunt muscles clamped around his pole, hoping his hardness would be inside my needy cunt as I'd began riding him slowly.

FROM A DISTANCE AND CLOSE-UP

The first time I saw how developed this man really was inside his pants, was witnessing him taking a piss. Taking down the shorts and then the he took the organ in his hands, stared at it a bit and then pulled the foreskin all the way back and exposed a swollen mushroom head.

"Make me feel good.. Stuff your cock in my pussy and fuck me," I whispered to myself.

His big thick dick was standing fully erect and waiting to be jacked. He admired it and I did. I almost gasped too loudly as I watched him poke the tip of his cock directly towards my hiding place. 

He grasped his cock and began stroking it slowly. He was leaning his back against a tree with a full frontal view towards my bird watching tower where I was busy focusing my camera on his equipment. 

He was nearly six foot tall, and obvious physically fit and well muscled from lots of exercise.

GROWING

I was always very intrigued to see this strange occurrence of growth. Over and over again I waited to see it happen. Well, this man wasn't my first object. But he certainly became the start of a deeper fascination, in fact, almost an obsession with the private anatomy of men. Everything changed after that early morning at the bird watching tower.

There was a whole world of difference between a boys and a men in terms of size. I noticed that the biker was stiff and had to push his cock down to aim the stream in the intended direction. I knew, this would usually happen in the morning, and it was only 6 a.m. He wasn't busy to finish,  but started to stroke it after he had finished peeing.

His tool was standing up high above his belly buttons, jumping impatiently with excitement.

I remember, how at school we would go to the swimming pool twice a week and I would use every opportunity to look at the boys.  They were all in swimming trunks of course, but the style in those days was such that you could easily see the shape of what was underneath. I quickly learned that there was a wide range in the sizes and shapes of what they had. It was amusing and thrilling, to see how often the boys scratched or rubbed or squeezed themselves and they did so unconsciously.

He was wearing blue elastic biker shorts, that were tight around his muscular thighs. He was wearing a white muscle shirt, and I could see every bit of definition in his big arms, shoulders, and chest. But there was something more that caught my attention.

When he first started to play with his tool, he masturbated quite a lot with high speed, and then he watched in both directions of the trail, decided to cut down,  moved to the bench and got seated. He wanted a better view of anybody approaching along the trail.

On the bench, he continued to play and rub himself down there and although it was pleasurable. I looked down at him and observed that his erection was full and stiff and in need of relief. Turning his head in both ways, looking for, not to be caught, leaning his back against the bench, stretching his legs apart, and began to stroke his penis in long slow movements. He was masturbating his aroused penis in plain air.

I was gazing at the foreskin peeling back as the shiny purple head emerged to greet me and my camera. God, this was erotic. My camera was taking picture after picture.

But I could see that he was totally naked below. And I could see that the man's hand was stroking his cock. It was an  enormous cock, at least ten inches in length. But the length was not  what impressed me the most; it was the thickness of his cock that I could not believe. It seemed to be as thick as my wrist.


The camera zoomed in and I could see  how he started to speed up on his stroking as he could feel his balls spinning and getting ready to spew.

"Oh my God," I whispered as I watched the biker's hand  gripped tightly around the thick organ, stroking it with wild abandon.  He seemed completely oblivious to everything else but the sensations he  was administering to his engorged dick.

I watched in fascination. In spite of growing up with two brothers and having several boyfriends, I had never in my entire life watched a man masturbate. Part of me felt that I shouldn't be watching such an intimate act, that I should walk away and let him finish himself off with some privacy. Yet, another part of me could not look away. I wanted to see that moment when his  semen would shoot out of the end of his cock.

His hips began to undulate wildly. The man was in a hurry now.
He stood there as he jerked off.  A hard and fast rhythm developed as he jerked with both hands.

I didn't have to wait long. Within a few seconds, I saw his hand  moving rapidly up and down the long, thick shaft. His breathing got heavier and heavier as his hips began bucking. The head of his erect cock grew and then it happened. Up in the air from the head of his cock flew a stream of white, creamy cum, arcing towards the man's upper torso out of my sight.

When he arrived, I focused my camera to his crotch, and stopped at the remarkable bulge along the left leg of his biking shorts. It wasn't a normal thing that was bulging way out in front of him. I could not believe my eyes. It was huge! 

I didn't realize until about 10 seconds after that I was sitting there staring at it with my mouth hanging open. He was nudging his penis against the front of his pants.

The tower was nicely located and hidden behind trees and the nearby lake and where the beach is spectacular. He had a  muscular chest and arms, and a fairly defined 6-pack. The sky was almost cloudless and it was getting hot.

He seemed desperate to get more of it, and I couldn't wait for his erection to show up in the open.

It was a sign of better things to come. He just kind of caught me off guard. It's not really something you expect to see while you're out bird watching. The guy got there at around 6:00 a.m. and it soon became evident that he was horny and sporting a huge morning wood.

He continued with his hand stroking over the front of her panties while he was eating a sandwich with his right hand.

He then got an overwhelming urge to masturbate, He couldn't stand it any longer, but slipped down his biker panties. The outdoor setting is especially arousing; something about being totally nude in the open air stimulated this man.

He was so aroused, and didn't care that he was doing it outdoors. The man was engrossed in watching himself jack off, they way his strokes got faster and faster until his hand was a blur of motion on the mighty shaft.

His huge cock was fully erect, and I could tell he was in need to have his immense cock worked on several times a day. I figured what the hell, I don't get many chances to shoot something new like this. I started to take pictures of this early bird.

Almost every guy I've known well has told me that my best feature is either my chest and my ass which is very tight, and very round. I felt heat building up between my legs as I watched the show. The man out there on the bench had a special feature. No sooner was his biker shorts down when I was presented with the most erotic looking male organ I'd ever seen.

It was huge, I'd never seen anything like this before. My estimate: ten inches long and very fat and it had a full foreskin. The sheath was a creamy color and I could see several thin purple veins carrying the blood to make this wonderful shape. My heart was thumping. The poor man couldn't help but touch it with his fingers. He stiffened even further as he did so and he took a deep breath.

Looking around again, he wanted to be sure not to get caught. I was very pleased with his next move as continued to play with it. His fingers played with the end, stroked it, then he ventured to touch and weight his balls.

I'd some concerns about my filming activity. He was having a very private moment and I enjoyed witnessing it, but I also wanted to document it for my future records. It would make exquisite seminar presentation in giggling girls circles. I can't explain what had come over me.

Why should I even worry about something like that. He was naked and in an advanced state of arousal, his penis jutting out from a base of pubic hair, with his foreskin partially pulled back but still covering the huge male knob.

I was hoping he was planning on staying long enough to finish it. 

Now the situation really started to heat up. His big hand was gliding down his legs, massaging his tense muscles, occasionally gliding up to lightly tease his genitals. The massage enhanced his excitement. A few minutes later, the handsome biker began to concentrate on his fully erect equipment.

I couldn't move, had to keep quiet, my mouth was watering, and hanging open. It took a few minutes for him to evaluate the situation. My special bird was not going to fly away. He was feeling safe while the bench was located on a place where he could see anyone approaching along the trail by half a kilometer in both directions.

He slid a hand down the front.  He just sat there and pulled out slowly.

I looked down at him, and slowly pushed his right hand inside the shorts and was massaging the snaking cock inside the elastic material. I could see every little move his hand was making.

I didn't know they came this big. 

The biker slowly started pumping his hard shaft. The man gasped and moaned as he started moving my hand back and forth, lightly edging his huge dick.

My mouth was watering, I was fighting the urge climb out of the tower, walk out to the bench and take his big, hot, beautiful cock into my mouth.  I had no idea how much fun it was having your mouth around a big dick.

He pulled the shorts down to his ankles.

As his cock hardened to its full size, I could see his breath quicken and I knew something was going to happen. He pulled gently back on his sheath and a purple shiny head emerged. I also noticed that liquid was leaking from it. I got great pictures. 

Then it happened. He pushed up against his hand and grunted. A long stream of whitish liquid emerged, most of which went on his belly and trousers and then more, and more. Finally he relaxed. I had witnessed my very first bird watching male orgasm.

He didn't stop.

He just stood there. His penis was very erect, jutting at an angle of around 45 degrees with a brownish heavy testicle sac at hanging from the base, the foreskin was still peeled back making the end a bell shape, looking very like an artificial penis.

Witnessing a man stroking his cock in open air until it ejaculated was a tremendous feeling for me, both for the horniness I felt and for the pleasurable sensations that it generated in me. But I also had 200 high-quality pictures of his masterful masturbation session.

Now, when the man grabbed his shaft with his right hand, I kept rubbing my clit with my left  and taking picture after picture with my right hand.
 
Again, I gasped in shock, but I didn't do anything stupid to disclose my location. My slightest reaction could be enough for him to pull out. My feminine private parts were swollen and I could feel a wetness that I had never experienced before. My white panties were saturated with my female lubrication.

I was very sexually aroused and wanted so much to touch my nipples and also down below. I looked at the softening penis in the bikers hand, watching the trail of sperm that had ejaculated from it. 

He was looking in my direction and then up towards the tower, I was looking directly into his eyes, but he couldn't see me. He continued staring at my direction intently, his male urgency having been satisfied, as if very unsure of himself.

I looked into his eyes and was 100 % sure that he hadn't seen me. Did he hear something? I wasn't sure.

He pulled his hand off the dick, and left it hanging so he could watch each jet of cum squirt over the trail. It was nearly another ten minutes before he started to get hard again. He wasn't finished yet.

That was the start of another session. 

He was completely naked and showing that he was fully aroused.

I bent over to the computer screen as to feel his hard cock. Oh I loved the feel of it, a fully sheathed penis, hard and very smooth. I was so taken with it that I bent down and kissed its head. Almost instantly I heard the biker gasp. I stopped and looked up, got great pictures of him when he started his second round.

His hips started to thrust against the strokes of his hands as he imagined that he was watching  a woman playing with herself
 
He moaned as jet after jet squirted  over the trail. He kind of panicked and jumped off, leaving his cock pointing up towards the tower, all wet and shiny with the foreskin pulled back.

After what seemed an eternity or two, he collapsed to the bench, grasping his pulsing rod and milking out the last of his load.

I couldn't believe my good luck. Two times in thirty minutes! Surely I thought about him as some sort of oversexed bizzarro by now.

He was looking around like a scared animal.  After the second session, he put his clothes on and slipped the shirt over his head and we walked to his bike.

He pulled his elastic pants back up, took his bike and moved away towards the village. While he was gone, I sat there thinking about what I had just done. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I imaged having his big dick in my mouth, and I knew that if I would have been a little more active, I probably would have fucked him. I wanted him so badly, now, but he was already disappearing behind a hill. 

MELISSA

Melissa blurted out a string of obscenities. "I need cock so bad. I want that man's big juicy cock to bury itself to the hilt inside of me. Then I want it to not just cum but to explode, to paint the walls of my pussy with cum."

The feeling of pleasure was indescribable and I discovered that I was very wet down below. For my part, I was over the moon; I just loved to get near him, to find out details about this peculiar man.

The trouble was, she found out more about him in the most bizarre of circumstances as she will explain in due course.

She continued continued to look at the pictures. How he renewed his stroking with increased vigor. Melissa couldn't stop looking.

After picking up her bags she began the walk towards the village. It would take her 20 minutes to get there.


THE WAITRESS

The waitress left the cash register and started walking aimlessly behind the desk. Suddenly, she could see something special from a surveillance mirror showing the back part of the restaurant. 

She only had one customer inside. The man in biker shorts had arrived fifteen minutes ago. He got his breakfast and was reading a book at the same time. She spotted the hard-on tenting his pants from the moment he arrived.

"It's beautiful," the waitress thought and blushed at the thought of what she had just been thinking. 

He was seated in the rear part of the cafeteria, looking uncomfortable. The waitress knew the reason. 

The guest didn't know that the waitress was glaring at him. He didn't know that the waitress  could stare at his bulging pants as much as she wanted and fantasize deeply what his equipment could do for her. 

She couldn't help looking to see if she could detect any telltale motions of head or shoulder which would betray the masturbation in action. 

Nothing too obvious, but she did notice that he'd slumped rather low in his seat, and assumed that he had his cock in his hand.

At first he just casually rubbed himself through his biking shorts, encouraging his erection to grow, while working up the nerve to release his throbbing member into the air of the cafeteria. 

Finally he decided that the time had arrived, and he pushed down the elastic shorts and reached for his mighty cock. Pulling it out, I began a slow, almost casual stroking, looking around a little furtively to see if anyone noticed.

As his cock throbbed harder, he became more daring, and after a time he hoisted his ass off the seat so that he could slip his biker pants and briefs down to his knees.  

The waitresses little voyeuristic adventure got a break when a new guest arrived. The biker got enough time to take up his pants and hide the very obvious hard-on.

He had pumped himself several times to the brink of orgasm without actually climaxing.

Linda, the waitress, then peered towards the surveillance mirror to see if there was anything going on and to her surprise, she could see him now sitting on the chair with his biker shorts pulled down. 

Was he doing what she thought he was? Yes, he's stroking his dick; and what a donkey dick he had.

He was  now openly stroking his hard, erect, massive dick. Slowly he stroked, as she perceived him to be reading porn and enjoying his breakfast.

After he had calmed down a bit he looked around again to see who, if anyone, had noted his self-pleasuring in the cafeteria.

The waitress approached the bikers table and he almost got up to leave. But then he felt that his erection was all to obvious. He was voiding eye contact with the young waitress, suddenly a little embarrassed at what he had done so brazenly.

He threw the book back on the table, and sank into the chair.  He looked up at the clock. 8:25. He wasn't in hurry anywhere. Why not order another cup of coffee and continue reading.

