First Ejaculation Part 2

I often felt safe on the elementary school swing when no one else was around, as the kids and teachers there rarely stuck around long after hours. But I at least came close to being seen once, for just as I was building up to an orgasm a car came down the street, and the woman in it looked right at me and smiled before turning into the alley right behind me as her garage door automatically opened and she drove in. She was most likely focused on getting into the garage, but if she had looked close enough she would surely have seen my cock and balls stick out under me, spewing gobs of semen behind and under me as I gripped onto the chains for dear life.

A safer set of swings was in a park about a mile away, which I often walked or rode my bike to. It was on a large river loop with only two bridges for access, and a narrow neck connecting it to other streets and sidewalks, but with no actual trail or path there, just a line or pile of loose rocks preventing the river from cutting off the loop. So it was often easy to see anyone coming from a long distance, and I could sometimes get my rocks off even when someone else was there but too far to see what I was doing. My main fear was that someone would notice the stain on my clothes because it was hard to keep the cum off it once it started, the whole fun of it was that I wasn't directing my cock like when I later learned to jack off, I was just giving my body some indirect sensations until it built up to do what it wanted, and I couldn't do anything to stop it at that point.

And the truth is I didn't really learn how to jack off one-handedly, using the standard technique, until I was about 19 years old. I of course found some other techniques, but they usually involved rubbing my dick against something, such as my leg. Hence I still did this one summer when I was home from college, and went to that park after dark to start pumping myself on the swing set seat again. I did this several times to ejaculate, feeling safe that no one would see me. But one night I didn't get much more than 10 minutes of fun before I heard a truck come in on one bridge, and clearly driving fast straight toward me. I thought surely this was just a coincidence, and at any rate they surely didn't know exactly what I was doing and maybe just wanted to see why I was there, but just to be safe I got off the swing and slowly walked away from it in the darkness. It then became clear that they--it sounded like two men--were heading straight to where I was, and were looking for me near the swings I had just left. I kept moving steadily away until suddenly I ran into something that made a noise, and they suddenly turned their attention to me, perhaps swinging flashlights and heading my way. But I knew the geography of the park pretty well, and instantly dashed up the side of the levee and ran across the narrow neck where their truck couldn't go and I doubted they would follow on foot. Indeed, they either lost me or gave up, but I still booked pretty quickly on the other side until I reached another pedestrian bridge back to my side of the river, and knowing they hadn't caught me before crossing it I felt safer, but had to wait until I got home to find another way to cum.

The next summer I finally learned (in an outdoor shower, with plenty of soap available) to cum with my hand alone, and that saved me from having to take risky trips to swing sets. I still somewhat miss the very distinct sensation of cumming this way, but when I tried it again a few years ago found I couldn't recreate it. Even with chemical assistance (why doesn't adult confessions allow the V-word here??) I couldn't stay hard long enough to get the out-of-control orgasm from the seat. Of course I had to be extra careful not to get caught, as behavior possibly forgivable in a teenager wouldn't be so acceptable in my 40s. Maybe my physiology has simply changed in the meantime, or the thrill of newness is gone so I can't get the same experience. And of course partnered sex is much better. But I sometimes long for the days when this was all new and much more thrilling and exciting than it sometimes is now. Fortunately I don't think it's affected me for the worse; I don't have a swing set fetish, or even a need for exhibitionism. But a curiosity about both is definitely still there.