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the last jerk in the desert  While I was off grid in the desert of Southern Oregon for 3 / three months I did quite a bit of filming. Being isolated, with neighbors that were at least a quarter of a mile away, meant I could essentially walk around naked all the time. When the weather was good, I did just that, and as a result I found myself aroused more often than I had anticipated. With no other possibility of release except my own hands, I decided to not waste the energy and continue pointing the camera in my direction. The result was some footage that was typical, but the obvious and genuine arousal I was experiencing is on display in a big way.  One of my favorite things to film was simply walking around naked. I’d put the camera on a tripod and then hold it out in front of me while I walked, much like a selfie stick. With the sun beating down on my skin and the air flowing freely about my naked body, my cock would instantly plump up and start swinging as I strode around my property. Visually speaking, I found it quite satisfying, and I think the people who might eventually purchase the videos will be happy with it as well. In all I think I have nearly 30 / thirty movies.  Sometimes the weather would not cooperate, and I’d be forced to film inside. At times it was far too hot, or cold, to go outside and get naked but the desire to pleasure myself could not be denied. So I’d just kick back in the tent, spread my legs and stroke for the camera until I was on the edge of exploding. I think only once did I actually ejaculate while filming inside; I was saving my loads for later, when I could go back out and masturbate amongst the rocks and bushes. It was a barren place, but the freedom to pretty much do whatever I wanted was tough to deny. My sperm were left drying all over the place.  These photos are just from the last day I filmed. At that time, it was far too hot to go outside. Had I done so, my skin would have been burned a dozen times over. Add the irritation of swatting away bugs and you get a less than sexy situation not worth filming. In the tent I could control things a bit, like keeping the flies out, but there was no air conditioning of any kind to ease the temperature. At least the sun wasn’t beating down on me while I was in there, naked, stroking my gorgeous cock for the camera. |
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