Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 09:34:47 -0800 From: Tom Smith Subject: Woodland Discovery I don't really recall how old I was when I first started taking my nude strolls in the woods. I'm sure it was pre puberty since I very clearly remember the thrill of my first ejaculation in the woods around the river near my home. I had only recently started shooting sperm and the force of my orgasm outdoors was so much more intense, raising goose bumps all over my naked body. Then the guilty rush back to where I'd left my clothes with my softening young penis flipping and bouncing. Of course the horrible thrill of someone seeing me was ever present being, after all, the whole motivation for exposing myself. Yet I surely would have died of embarrassment had I ever been caught. To my knowledge, I was never seen and the excitement of being nude outdoors never left me as I grew older. Of course, age brings caution and I grew more careful about where I undressed and masturbated. My Scandinavian ancestry was obvious in my blonde hair and fair skin. I knew the wooded area I selected needed to have fairly thick foliage to prevent my pale body from being seen at some distance. While I was mildly curious about homosexuality, I always considered myself completely straight. I dated girls through high school and college and married in my early twenties, settling into the comfortable routine of suburban life. Yet I continued to occasionally indulge in my secret naked walks even as I've moved into my forties. Yanking my mature penis in the woods is no less thrilling than when I manipulated my young organ so many years ago. Of course now I stand over six feet tall and have a bush of reddish blonde hair in my groin. There still isn't much hair on the rest of my body, my buttocks being virtually hairless. The years have brought a hint of love handles but, thanks more to genetics than discipline, I haven't gained a lot of weight. This past June I felt the urge and gave my wife the usual excuse of needing to "walk and think for a while." I guess this wasn't entirely a lie. It's just that she never knew that I walked in the nude. I drove to the park a few miles away. Actually, it was mostly a nature preserve. Although we're not that far from a major city, our immediate area is not that heavily populated and the park is not visited that much. Many of the paths were nearly overgrown as they wound through the heavy woods. The place was perfect for me to pursue my secret thrill. I parked in the lot I usually used and hiked up the path and took the nearly hidden path to what I called my "stripping spot". Already my erection was pushing against my underwear. I smiled as I thought that this day's walk would probably be a short one. I stepped off the path at the large maple tree that marked where the small clearing was back in the woods. I'd discovered it some time before and it was as if someone had designed it for my purposes, it even had a convenient log that I could sit on while removing my pants. It had been a while since I'd been out for one of my walks and my arousal made me anxious. I undressed quickly. Usually, I left my shoes and socks on to aid in walking but that day I decided to take them off too. I guess I needed the additional feeling that being barefoot adds to overall nudity. I stood there wearing nothing but my wedding ring feeling the slight breeze over my body. My penis stood straight out in front of me, a thick six inches with a prominent head. Perhaps I enjoy my erections so much because I'm one of those guys whose male organ is very small limp. It almost hides in my pubic hair. In high school, I'd always envied the guys who walked through the locker room with their big cocks bouncing against their thighs. It was only a few steps back to the path and I gasped as I left my stripping spot and the branch of a bush brushed the underside of my large balls. Out on the path, I noticed that already a glistening clear drop had formed on the very tip of my penis. Today's orgasm would be intense indeed! I didn't yet realize that I'd be a different person before I dressed again. As we used to say: "A hard cock has no brains". I guess the intensity of my sexual excitement made me too daring. Usually, I go no more than ten or twenty feet down the path before jerking off. That day, each step down the path seemed to increase my hardness. Before I realized it, I'd gone almost fifty yards. The path had curved to the left and I was standing not far from a small creek when I froze. Voices! Behind me! Instinctively I crouched down which only increased my feeling of exposure as my buns opened and the summer air touched my exposed anus. I listened intensely. The voices were young and male. There were at least three, maybe four of them, laughing and kidding each other. There were boys between me and my clothes! They couldn't see me yet because of the bend in the path and I thought of running into the woods but on one side of me was heavy briars and on the other was worse: Poison Ivy. The path stopped at the creek and across it a high rocky bank prevented escape that way. I was trapped. The longest seconds I've ever known passed as the voices came closer. The first kid came around the bend and stopped and stared. He looked maybe fourteen or fifteen. He stopped and stared as I slowly stood up. My face burned hotly as his eyes went to my now small, shrunken penis. The other three youngsters rounded the bend and nearly collided with their companion. They too stood mute and gawked at me. The taller, slightly chubby one spoke first. "What the fuck you doing out here like that, man? You queer or something?" I shook my head. I mumbled something stupid about being a nudist and I exercised this way. He walked closer, looking at my groin. "Bullshit," the kid sneered. "Your cock is dripping. You were out here beating your meat!" My face felt hotter still as the others sniggered. I thought desperately. Perhaps bravado would free me from this horrible situation. I drew myself up straighter. "Ok boys, you've had your laughs. Now I need to get dressed and go!" I took a couple steps forward and the fat kid placed a hand on my bare belly. "Yeah and maybe we'll call the cops and tell `em how you're out here flashing us!" He had an odd, vacant, hungry look in his eyes. These boys had been out in the woods doing some kind of drugs. They all displayed too much confidence given our relative ages. "Now..you know that's not true," I said. "This was just accidental. Lets just forget the whole thing." He spotted my wedding ring. "Bet your wife don't know about this," he said craftily. "You stick that little dick up her pussy?" The group thought this was hilarious as I shrugged mutely. One of the other boys had a look of sudden realization on his face. "Hey! That's Mrs E______'s husband! I seen her with him at school a couple times last year!" Oh my god I thought, could this GET any worse? These punks were students at the high school where my wife taught! The fat kid thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, she's kinda chubby with big tits. I know who she is." Looking back at me he leered, "Bet those titties are fun to play with, huh?" I felt helpless. My knees shook. "Look, please..don't say anything. I have some money back in my clothes. Just keep this quiet. I'll..I'll do anything." The fat leader's grin broadened. "We'll take your money and you'll do other stuff too." I knew, but had to ask. "Like what?" "Get down on your knees" I hesitated. My voice got a pleading tone. "Please..do they have to see this?" He just grinned. I shakily knelt on the dirt path. He unzipped his fly and pulled out an erect and surprising long penis, as long as mine but not as thick. "Suck it!" I closed my eyes. I opened my mouth. I tried to remember how Linda's mouth felt on my penis as the young cock went into my mouth and I closed my lips around it. I began bobbing my head. I was giving my first blowjob. "Oh yeahhhhh!" he groaned. "Suck it harder man!" I clumsily tried to obey. "Feel good Billy?" I heard one of the others say, sounding closer. Billy started pumping his hips and grunting. He grabbed my head as his hips moved more rapidly. His cock grew hotter and bigger in my mouth. I braced myself, trying to open my throat just as he grabbed my head, holding me in place as the first hot spurt went down my throat. I somehow kept from gagging. "You do that real good!" he laughed as he pulled out, dribbling some of his cum down my chin and chest. I turned away to spit. He looked down and fondled my left buttock, squeezing and pinching it. "Heyyy, nice ass man! Like a girl's! Bet you take it up there!" I was horrified. "No. I never have. I couldn't!" The other boys drew close. "Yeah!" one said too eagerly. "Let's fuck him. Bet it's like a pussy!" "No!" I repeated. "That's.that's rape!" They knew the woods well. They knew of a nearby fallen tree that was just below waist high for me. I was escorted there and told to bend over it. I slumped my nude body over the log, feeling its smooth bark against my skin. My still limp penis hung against it. I didn't need to be told to open my legs. Without lubrication, the first penetration was rough, but not as bad as I'd thought it would be. There was the hot round object against my tight hole then increasing pressure. I groaned as the head popped in me suddenly, forcing a jet of pee out of me onto the dry leaves. Someone giggled. The hard rod was forced in steadily until I felt pubic hair against my buttocks. "Like that, bitch?' He laughed and began his rough thrusting. I hung there limply as my virginity was taken by a young man. I don't even know which one did me first. As he humped me, I wondered why this hadn't happened years ago. It was like I was finally paying my dues. My buns jiggled and my cock bumped the log in time with his pumps. He suddenly gripped my hips and began quick, spasmodic strokes. It surprised me that I could feel the first spurt. He grunted and I felt flooded with warmth. He yanked it out roughly and almost immediately something warm ran down my crotch onto the back of my balls. "Wow," one exclaimed. "You really shot a load in him!" It was jizz running out of me. I was mounted again. This one was thicker and longer. I was grateful for the lubrication provided by the first boy's sperm. As I was being fucked that second time, another boy came around the log saying breathlessly, "I can't wait". He pulled my head up and jammed his young prick in my mouth. I sucked it automatically. As well as I can remember, it was then that I started to change. I had a penis in my mouth and another up my ass. I somehow wasn't embarrassed when I heard "Hey! He's got a hard-on!" It was true. The cock being banged against the log was now quite stiff. I can neither remember nor explain how that happened. The prick thrusting up my hole was sending electric shivers up my spine as I greedily sucked the boy in front of me. He came explosively in my mouth and across my face. I started pushing my hips back at the young guy sodomizing me, gasping. "Give it to me!" I heard myself say, "Fuck me!" I was edging near an orgasm as he came in me and yanked it out all too quickly. I eagerly arched my back to present my sperm splattered behind to my next lover. Instead, I was pulled off the log onto the leaf cover ground. Over me stood Billy, naked from the waist down with a renewed boner. "I'm gonna fuck you like a girl!" he snarled. It must have disappointed him as I willingly spread my legs and bent my knees, allowing him to scoop up my legs and bend me nearly double. His lust gave him surprising strength. A loud "Uhhhhhhh!" was forced from my throat as he gave me a cruel thrust to the hilt, burying his cock in my asshole. My hard cock bounced against my belly. He hammered away at me. Since he'd come in my mouth already, he was lasting a long time. I wanted to jerk myself off but didn't, enjoying the tremendous pressure building in my balls and cock. I may have passed out momentarily because the next thing I recall is the wonderful release of my ejaculation. I spurted up my belly and chest onto my throat. Even one of the young men exclaimed at the size of my flood. Billy soon came in me, but I was groggy and barely aware of it. As I lay there panting, the boys got dressed. They seemed to have mixed feelings about what they'd done to me. I struggled up to a sitting position. "Look guys," I said wearily. "This shouldn't have happened, but it did. None of can deny we enjoyed it, but none of us wanna get called fags, now do we?" They looked slightly sheepish, even Billy. They shrugged and more or less nodded in agreement. "Ok then. Let's just leave it this way: You guys don't tell and I won't" They looked relieved. I think it finally dawned on them that they had raped me, at least at the beginning. I continued, smiling. "In fact, if you keep your mouths shut, I might be willing to meet you here again." This brought smiles all around. As they walked away, I squatted there nude; draining what seemed like a gallon of sperm onto the dry leaves. I still don't know if I'm gay or not but that day I felt I truly discovered my body for the first time.