Let me start by admitting I'm not your average red-blooded American male. I was intrigued by the idea of gay sex ever since I can remember and since early on in puberty have experimented with anal play. In addition to this I developed somewhat strange masturbatory practices. I love masturbating at the crack of dawn out in nature. I love just being naked and free in the cool air rolling around in the morning dew. My favorite spot was this field near a pond about a 25 minute walk from my house. It is basically a clearing in a heavily wooded area the woods are bordered by marshes making it all the more difficult to walk to. It takes some real hiking to get to and is very secluded.
At any rate this is where my story begins. I awoke from a very hot sexual dream about my football coach and myself having some very kinky sex. Needless to say I was quite aroused and having awakened at 4:30am decided that instead of returning to sleep I would travel to my quiet little spot and have a hot morning beat off session. I packed a dildo, some lube, and some porn mags in case my imagination failed me (which it rarely does). I stole a pair of my older sister's thong panties to wear under my normal attire on the walk to kind of get myself worked up on the way.
After a half hour odyssey I reached my spot. I stripped down to the thong and settled into the patch of high grass I had chosen for this particular morning. I rolled around in my spot and got covered with the morning dew and actually it was wet enough for me to get a little muddy even. I loved that as it turned me on and I would have an excuse to skinny dip in the pond, which I usually skipped to avoid any further risk of getting caught. After about 5 minutes of just thrashing about enjoying nature I decided to get down to business.