OUTDOORS SEX

Outdoors sex is one of the most popular practices that this blogger has experienced the least. We have to catch up. You can find in our JustFor.Fans account all the pictures related to this post. The clips will be posted there in the oncoming weeks. Please, support us.

Outdoors sex in the city

Washington DC is a city where it is quite easy to have sex outdoors. The city has abundant parks, alleys, and town houses front yards with plenty of places to hide.

My experience having outdoors sex was almost none until I moved to DC in 2002. Back in Buenos Aires I did have some encounters in the Reserva Ecológica, but not many. We will talk about that in another section of this post.

But Buenos Aires never offered the possibility to fuck in alleys and house porches. Between  2002 and 2005 the corners in the alley where Omega was located provided me with abundant discrete corners to hide and fuck. When moving between Omega and The Fireplace, I would often get distracted and delayed. 

Similarly, when moving between the bars in P St. and the ones in 17th St., Dupont Circle town houses provide plenty of room in their front basement entrances and porches. I still remember the mosquitos feeding from my butt cheeks while fucking in a basement porch. 

I did not have actually any special fetish with outdoors sex. The point was mostly about being horny, wanting to fuck, and not wanting to wait until reaching a private location. The thrill in these circumstances did not come from being outdoors in the city, but from the risk of being caught.

However, the risk to be caught when fucking in a DC alley or a porch is nearly zero.

Outdoors sex in Nature

The feeling radically changes when you leave the urban landscape. There is some kind of atavistic attachment to Nature left in me. The grass, the trees, the breeze, the open sky, all come together to switch my mood.

It is like the urban landscape wires me to go for my goal and focus in that future target. Nature instead switches me to focusing on here and now, on my senses and my body. That is one of the reasons why I like sex so much. It is my closest contact with Nature when I am in the city.

My outdoors sex experiences in the wilderness are not many. I can recollect a few, but there are two memories loaded with intense feelings and sensations. One memory is explicitly sexual in Buenos Aires. The second one it is not strictly sexual but it is a memory I recall as erotic in the South of France.

Outdoors sex in the Reserva Ecológica 

One of the big urban reengineering projects during the military dictatorship in Argentina in the 70s and 80s was the construction of highways across Buenos Aires City. Thousands of blocks of buildings were demolished to develop the new transit network. Millions of tons of debris were dumped in the city coastline with the Rio de la Plata. 

The debris settled and added 900 acres to the city surface. Nature took over and a whole wild ecosystem developed, with local species of flora and fauna and several lagoons. Nowadays, it is a protected area with service and developing stations and vigilance.

But back then it was just wild, with mostly natural paths through it traced by pedestrians exploring the woods, and the initial service tracks city workers vehicles would left as the first maintenance works would start. It was not long until everyone realized what a magic place the Reserva was. Just five minutes away from the City, you would walk into the woods and notice how city noises were slowly dying. Instead the sounds of insects, birds, and your own steps would take over, pacifying your spirit.

Soon became an area of intense gay cruising. A few times this blogger enjoyed fucking with the oceanic skyline of the Rio de la Plata as background and the trees as framework. In all those memories the sensations related to being in contact with the universe through my body are intense.

Outdoors sex tripping

But there is one experience I remember the most and the strongest. Sometimes Pablo (a lover I will write about some day, although I think I already did, somewhere in some post) and I would go to walk to the Reserva and play around in the woods.

One day we had LSD, which was not easy to find back in those years in Buenos Aires. Instead of tripping to go out and fuck at night as we usually did in these rare occasions, we decided to take it in the morning and walk to the Reserva. We had never tripped before during the day and out of the city. Both of us were thrilled.

We calculated the time perfectly. Pablo and I took the trip at home, and about 40 minutes later, right when we were reaching the Reserva, we started to feel the high.

The Reserva was going through a drought, all the lagoons were dried, their beds exposed showing the cracked dried soil and dots of dying tall plants that would usually have their roots and lower sections under water. 

The day was beautiful, sunny with huge slow moving clouds and a cool breeze that would make sun light enjoyable. We walk into the dried bed of the main lagoon, set camp in a towel right in the center, and made out and had sex for hours.

The experience was existential, both of us felt we merged into each other and our wild entourage. 

Outdoors shit tripping

The other memorable experience does not really involve sex, although I am not so sure about that and that is why I will share it anyway.

I was visiting France in 1993. We left Paris with a group of friends for a road trip to a small town somewhere South of Toulouse, in the country Southwest, close to the Pyrenees. On the day of our arrival, the plan was going to a farm to spend the day over there. The farm was for sale and not occupied, the house was empty and the whole property was wild-ish and not taken care of. It was quiet and beautiful.

Soon after noon, my friends decided to drive back to town to pick up some groceries. I chose to stay in the farm by myself to enjoy silence and solitude. I need frequent breaks from human kind.

The property’s boundaries in two of its sides was a clear water creek, full of rolling stones and small fish.  The creek had eroded the land and would run hidden in the bottom, shaded by small trees and bushes.

When I was exploring it I felt the sudden need to take a shit. The farm house was far away and I was right there in an open but private place.  Standing in the middle of the stream, I squatted and let myself go.

It was not the first time I would do it in the wilderness, but never before I felt diving in an existential experience like then. The memory is of total merging with the environment, and the one time where I got the closer to feel pleasure coming from my ass.

Outdoors sex in the National Arboretum

So nostalgia came over me. I wanted to shoot something new for our JustFor.Fans account, and thought that perhaps some outdoors sex was a good idea. 

The partner, my beautiful Cherokee warrior Lee. The location, the National Arboretum.

It was strange, because it is a family place and several times we were almost caught by passer-by walkers and security. Therefore, more than the thrill to be immersed in Nature, we enjoyed the trill coming from the danger of being caught.

You can see the results in our associated account. We did not do much, just some making out and oral sex. It was a first experiment, we will have more and better ones. I want to try a more private outdoors location. This blogger enjoys the most being in the wild without potential witnesses, but Lee does not.

I was surprised at how excited he was every time we ran into the danger of being caught. We would stop making out every time someone would show up around, and as soon as the potential witness was gone, Lee would demand to restart playing immediately and do it with unseen in him passion. The man was still horny when we were driving back home after playing just a little and taking some pics and clips, he could not keep his hands out of me and himself.

We have been together many times, but the sex we had afterwards was the best and the longest we ever had before.

Hasta la próxima pinga, amig@s!

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