Mark was a man of habit. He had a schedule that he stuck to and enjoyed rules and order. His colleagues often called him anal or OCD. What they didn't know about Mark though was that beneath all the schedules and rules he was actually a bit of a dare devil.
Mark wasn't your typical dare devil though. He didn't jump motorcycles through flaming hoops or swim with sharks. Hell Mark wouldn't even go on roller coasters if he could avoid it, he didn't trust the maintenance crews.
No, Mark wasn't an average dare devil: Mark got his thrills from trying to perform lude acts in public and not getting caught. Usually this meant stealthy trying to rub one out on his commute home on the subway. However on the weekends he liked to try and mix things up.
One Saturday Mark decided to take a stroll through the graveyard. He didn't really like being so close to the dead but while flipping through the paper he had noticed a number of funerals scheduled for that day. The idea of touching himself with so many people near by, in such a serious setting, was to great a temptation to pass up.
So there he was, around 11:00am wandering around a graveyard, scouting. He walked around making note of all the freshly dug graves. He wanted to be as close to mourners as possible but far enough away that he would have time to run if someone noticed him.
Luckily for Mark in the centre of a cluster of fresh graves was a large oak tree. He decided to climb up as high as he could manage. That way he could watch all the groups below him but no one would see him through the leaves.
While he waited Mark got comfortable. He undid his pants and pulled them down slightly. He pulled out his cock and shivered as the cool air blew over him. He was already sporting a chubby, the anticipation of what he was about to do getting him aroused.
He settled against the trunk of the tree admiring his pale cock as it slowly got harder and harder. Even when he was soft Mark was was an impressive 8 inches. When he was hard though Mark could easily hit 10 inches if he was horny enough. Today he knew he was going to be horny enough and it made him proud to know that most men would be jealous and most women would cream over the size of his member.
As the first couple of cars pulled up to their respective funerals Mark reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of lube. He wasn't going to go through the effort of hiding in a tree for a quickie. He wanted to savour the moment and treat himself.
To his left a priest walked to the head of the grave and began reading from the Bible. As the words made their way to Marks ears he squeezed some lube onto his hand and began slowly rubbing his shaft up and down. He was going to have to be careful today. The extra level of taboo the priest created was making Mark even more excited that usual.
As each of the surrounding funerals began Mark started stroking faster and faster. His cocks was hot and thick in his hand. His dick throbbing Mark wiped some of the extra lube onto his other hand. His fingers nicely lubed Mark slowly inserted a finger in to his ass and began stroking his prostrate.
Mark could feel his orgasm building. The blood drained from his limbs it felt like his entire body was building up force in his massive dick. His body began to tingle, then all of a sudden everything exploded. His muscles began twitching as thick ropes of cum flew out of his dick. He came everywhere. The was semen on his pant and shoes, all over the branch he was sitting on, and dripping off the near by leaves.
Fuck! Dripping off the leaves. Mark knew he was in trouble now. It'd be hard to stay hidden if it started raining cum on anyone standing under the tree. Nervous, Mark peered down the tree, heart pounding, unsure of what he'd do if he was caught.