I've just got back home from my latest adventure, so this is as fresh as it can get.
I've spent the better part of the morning laying in bed, sealthly jacking off and browsing Faproulette, for some fun ideas. I was waiting for Mom to leave for work, and I was on my day-off (finally!).
I found a nice roulette about some outdoor-nudity task. Basicly to go out to a secluded place, place a box down full of lock keys, walk away a good distance, strip naked, lock your clothes into your bag, then walk back to the box, pick a key at random, walk back to the bag and try it. Do this until you get the right key.
So, this stirred up my fantasy...
After everyone left home, I jumped into the bathroom, shaved some parts, cleaned myself out, and made my plan: We have a backyard, but only wirefence separating us from the neighbour. There are also cameras in a few places, but I know the blindspots. So the plan is to lock myself in a cock-cage, strip naked in the shed, throw out the keys, then go out and find them while being naked as the day I was born (minus the cage, duh...), not to return ro the shed without my keys.
Some time, and a few compromitting pics later I was standing in the door of the shed. Dick and balls weighed down by a metal cage, closed lock clinging on the top. Fully naked, save for a pair of flippers. Anxiously peeking out in search for my neighbours. The air seems to be clean. 3 unnervingly small keys on the ring. Something about taking one off, just to be safe, crossed my mind. I dismissed it. Balls to the wall. I lobbed the tiny keyring out. I saw where it fell, the cold metal shining in the sunlight. Nothing left, just to get out.
Gingerly I took a look around again. The air is clean. Only a slight breeze and some bugs around the nearby trees. My mind raced, let's go!
I carefully stepped out, eyes fixed on the keys, just a few steps away from me. Another quick glance around, I grabbed the key, then darted back into the shed. That was easy! Almost too easy... It was fun, but I wanted more.
This time, I closed my eyes when I threw the keys. I heard them hit something hard, my only clue. I checked around again, not a soul to be seen, and I stepped out. I looked around, and to my horror, I couldn't see the keys...
"Fuck!" flared up in my mind. The keys were nowhere. The grass was short, sparse, and all but burned out. Summer's heat beating down, only a gentle breeze bringing some warm air around. And I felt that air moving between my legs and around my butt. I got on my knees, cage clanking on my crotch and started to look for those keys franticly.
"Sure, no need for a safety net, you dumbass!" I cursed myself. I spent there a good 10 minutes, panicly looking for those keys, while checking my surroundings every now and then. Seconds passed like hours, the sun warming my back, my asshole stretching in the light breeze. But I was too much distressed to actually register all of this.
I looked back, trying to find the angle of my throw, and searching in a cone. My initial semi-hard-on went away, my dick got so small, it could almost slip out of the cage. If it weren't for my balls, it would've actually dropped down.
Then I saw it. A good 5 steps further out, shining on the ground. Jackpot! I grabbed it and went back to the shed. Mind and hearth racing, with shaking hands got dressed and headed back inside the house proper.
I will definetly do this again, but I'll be more careful next time... Or I won't
