Being a dedicated masturbator from the age of 10, looking back over 50 years, I am quite impressed with the varied places I have milked my penis.
The very first time I came was in my mother's pink satin bikini style panties from the laundry basket in the bathroom - and I never ever touched myself.
When I learned to jerk myself off properly and milk my balls of their precious creamy white sperm, I couldn't stop myself wanking any place I could.
Before I was able enough to buy porn magazines over the counter to wank over, I enjoyed depositing my load of cum over newspaper images or models in lingerie catalogues. I would lay many pictures out in front of me and try and cover as many pages of pretty women in powerful strings of sperm.
I found the cover of darkness a great opportunity to strip naked and run about our large family garden with my throbbing erection waving about in front of me. Then I would lay in the middle of our lawn and wank furiously, till I shot my load over myself and the grass, before rolling around afterwards to clean myself off. This same garden later had a complex built on it, and I soon took to wandering the building site at night when no one else was there. My challenge soon became to leave our house in the nude, walk through the adjoining garden to the structure, then to pad about the works naked as I slowly wanked myself. I made a point of cumming in a different location each time I was there; in the middle of the concreted floor of the auditorium; shooting my spunk along coridoors (where in months to come many people would be walking); in a basement flooded with rainwater up to my very cold bollocks - ejaculating on the surface of the water as yellow sodium street-lights reflected in the black pool; on the stage of the community theatre space, as I watched solitary passers-by on the street outside; on the zinc roof of the building, having climbed there naked and enjoying spunking over the edge before then following my cum with a long stream of piss, splashing in to the black of the night; and (on only one occasion only) whilst dangling naked from scaffolding one floor up - which was very tricky and dangerous to do - having an orgasm as I clung for dear life to the metal structure. After all of these wanking trips, I then had to get my nude, shivering, excited self, back across the garden and into my house to my bedroom without being discovered, where I would lay thinking of what fun I had just had, as I licked up drops of my cum off my finger from the slit in my penis.
Apart from masturbating in my own and other people's homes, I like to take every opportunity to make myself cum whenever the mood takes me. The back seat of coaches is quite fun, with others sittnig close by as i cum in my hand then lap it up; milking myself on quiet trains and eating my spunk off my fingers; aeroplane toilets; dark theatres and cinemas; walking through parkland at night, my penis sticking out of my unzipped trousers, matching my walking pace to my rate of masturbation, only pausing to enjoy the moment of ejaculating in the open air, then carrying on with my dripping cock still hanging out for as long as I can.

It has been a real pleasure to recount these more unusual places of masturbation, as I sit here at home, in a quiet house, and wank myself off as I write. Happy spunking everyone. x