Growing up in California with five brothers in a three bedroom two bath house, I would look for places to have my private moments where I could jack off in peace. I shared a bedroom with my older brother and the three younger boys shared a room. It seemed that I could never fully enjoy myself unless I left the house to do it, if I was in the bathroom someone was always pounding on the door wanting in or better yet asking what I was doing in there in a loud voice. Now that I was in college it seemed about the same as when I was home, I had a dorm mate and the bathrooms were common along with the showers so there was never any privacy. One place that I liked to go was down by the creek, I would sit under the tree overlooking the water rubbing myself through my jean shorts. Before long I would have them pulled down and my stiff rod in my hand, my head laying back on the grass of the bank enjoying the feelings as I prolong cumming as long as I could. Usually I would skinny dip a...