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 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.