I don't know if this qualifies as a valid confession. I am 53 and I walk every day and follow the same route. Part of my route takes me along the bike path at the park, past the small pond and then out onto the street on the other side and back around to my house, a two mile walk. I walk at the same time every day, starting about 4:30 in the afternoon and I am back home in time to fix dinner.

Winter sets in and the sun sets early and a month ago I am on my walk and after I get past the pond ready to get back on the street this man steps out into the path. I would say maybe fifty or so, he had grey hair and looked fifty and he unzipped his pants and took out his dick and started to masturbate. I stood and watched, he masturbated until he climaxed and shot his piddle onto the ground, zipped himself up and quietly walked back into the bushes to wherever he was going.

It was light enough that when I walked over I could see his white milky semen on the ground and thought there has to be a lot of protein there and some enterprising animal or insect is going to devour it up. I went home and prepared dinner and went about the rest of the day like every other day of my life.