With the world around him a blur, our anonymous masturbator claims the outdoors as his personal playground. His slow, deliberate strokes reveal every vein, every contour of his engorged cock, a symphony of flesh playing to an audience of trees and birds. The cool breeze and warm sun heighten his senses, as he teases himself to the brink, his body tensing, cock pulsing, in a silent, elongated climax that seems to last an eternity.