One of the riskiest wankoffs in my life happened up in the mountains of Norway. As you can tell from my pics, I am fond of hiking. Once, back in 2002, I climbed to the summit of a steep peak. One side of this peak was a 250 meter (ca. 700 feet) vertical cliff wall, straight down from the summit and with a glacier at the bottom. I was naked and sweating from the hike, standing in the sunshine, looking dow onto the glacier in its shaded valley. The hight was almost unreal, and my eyes had to work hard to take in the actual difference in distance. I felt mighty and happy up there, and soon I got horny. I started pulling my uncut meat, went out on the very edge of the cliff, feeling the abyss magnetism, which added to my arousal. I power wanked with both hands, and when I was about to come, I fell to my knees from sheer delight. I had to let my upper body fall backwards in order not to loose my balance. As I landed on my back (luckily quite soft and controlled), I saw the white gobs of my own sperma fly over the edge of the cliff, hanging in the air for a split second before commencing on their loooooooooong journey down to the glacier ice below. I don't know how long time it took for my spunk to reach the snow and ice down there, but I certainly believe it is my longest cumshot ever!
The original thread starter asked what harm it would be to my reputation if I got caught. Perhaps no harm if another hiker saw me wanking, after all, the wild nature has room for everyone and we can embrace our animal sides there. But if I had fallen over the cliff.....well, I’d lost my life, and those who eventually would have found me would definitely wonder why I was naked!
The photo is from another mountain during a later trip, but you get the idea