Date: Tue, 07 Nov 2023 21:41:53 +0000
From: peasan.ville <peasan.ville@proton.me>
Subject: Nathan's clothes - chapter 2

The next day Nathan went back to the same spot on the lake. It had occurred
to him that he didn't know when or if he would even see the stranger
again. The clothes that were taken were not particularly expensive or
valuable to him, they were old and already worn out, but he was still
curious to see if the mysterious boy would actually show up. He stood there
in the same place as before at the little clearing close to the shore and
yelled out "Hello!", but nobody answered. Nathan felt so silly, of course
he wouldn't be here, it's not like the boy would wait for him to show up
all day perched on a tree somewhere.

Today was a particularily hot summer day, but he was not planning to swim
this time. He was not going to risk the same thing happening to him again,
so he decided to just lie down, hands behind his head on the grass and wait
for a while. He loved the sensation of the ground against his body. Ever
since he discovered this lake, he's been coming nearly every day while he
stayed in the countryside for his school summer break. Time went by minute
by minute. Nathan was thinking about who that boy was and why he was
tormenting him. He couldn't have been a neighboor since nobody else lived
there. His family made it a mission to find a property in a remote corner
of the country. He started to get sleepy under the bright sun. After all,
the lakeside was so peaceful and comforting, he could not help but to relax
and drift into slumber.

Lucid dreams took over his mind, swirling him into one story or another. He
then found himself back in the forest, naked as the day he was born, trying
to cover his member with his hands. He pictured the stranger, sitting on
that tree branch so nonchalantly and pictured his body, looking as if he
actually lived in the forest, climbing and sleeping in trees, with a layer
of sweat glistening in the rays of sun piercing the forest, his smirking
face and those dark eyes staring at him, hypnotizing him. "Why would he
wear a loincloth if he's all alone here?", Nathan asked himself. The boy
climbed down from the tree and approached him silently, now standing right
in front of him. He could smell the faintest smell of musk coming off his
body. The boy looked at his hands covering his groin and Nathan felt like
he knew exactly what the he wanted him to do. He slowly moved them away,
revealing his cock. As soon as he did, it started growing rapidly. He found
himself extremely aroused by the boy's gaze studying his body in
silence. It quickly grew to its full size, pointing up and throbbing with
each of his heartbeats, begging for attention. He wanted to be touched so
badly and the boy knew it. Nathan's eyes were asking for it more intensely
than words could express. He gave Nathan a little smile and reached out his
hand, grasping his cock between his fingers. He started slowly moving his
foreskin down, revealing his purple head and inducing a little moan. Nathan
never felt another boy's hand on his cock before and was discovering a
whole new dimension of pleasure. He looked at the boy's body, completely
exposed except for the rag around his waist. He raised his hand and
carressed his belly with the back of his fingers, going down to his
loincloth. It felt so erotic to him, almost forbidden to touch him and feel
how increadibly soft his skin is. Once he reached down to the boy's
loincloth, he tried to pull it and reveal what's inside. Then, he saw that
the boy was wearing his own stolen briefs underneath and at that moment, he
suddenly woke up.

Nathan opened his eyes, a little groggy and confused. He did not know how
long he slept, but it was still bright and sunny. He pushed himself up on
his elbows and looked from side to side. Everything was quiet, in the most
quiet place on earth. Then, he realized that he had a massive erection,
with the tip slightly sticking out of his shorts towards his belly button,
covered in shiny precum. He then recalled the dream he had. He never
fantasized about other boys sexually before, so that was very new to him,
but he didn't think much of it. After all, he was a particularily horny
teenager and got aroused by pretty much anything anytime. He decided it was
about time to go home and promptly got up on his feet. That's when he saw
his stolen shirt placed on the grass not more than a meter behind him. The
stranger actually came, he thought, but he could not see him
anywhere. "What a sneeky little bastard!", he said to himself angrily, but
his anger was mostly coming from the embarassment of being watched in his
sleep, with his cock peeking out from his short's waistband. He grabbed his
shirt from the ground and began stomping towards home. "I won't let him get
away with this", he kept saying to himself.

The walk home was fairly long, nearly an hour on a dusty path along the
forest's edge and with time, his anger started subsiding. He was still
increadibly horny and thoughts from his dream kept intruding in his
mind. His cock began growing again as he walked and he kept grabbing it and
rearranging it in his shorts every now and then. He didn't like the idea of
thinking of the stranger sexually since he was mad at him and, after all,
he was a boy... But the clear images of his naked body in his mind were not
going away. More than that, he started thinking about whether or not the
boy looked at him while he slept. "Maybe he kneeled down next to me", he
thought, "he might have seen the bulge in my shorts...". Nathan stopped on
the side of the path and lowered his shorts and underwear, springing his
erection into the open air. He never masturbated outside before, but this
time he needed to relieve himself right away. He grabbed his hard cock with
his hand and pushed out some precum. "Maybe he saw the tip of my cock
sticking out... of course he did, how could he not...". Nathan started
stroking his cock up and down, lubed with his precum. He recalled how
intensely and seductively the boy looked at his body in his dream and
imagined being observed the same way while he slept, out in the real
world. He increased his pace, slapping his balls on his thighs with each
stroke. The sensation of being in the vastness of nature and the breeze
passing through his most intimate parts made him even harder. "He could
have even touched me, that pervert...", he kept thinking, "I'm sure he
played with himself, too...". Nathan was approaching his climax when a
thought suddently flashed in his mind. "He could be watching me right
now!!", he realized as a powerfull orgasm made him bend and twitch his
body, shooting massive amounts of cum over grass, dirt and tiny rocks
between his feet.

His orgasm wasn't even fully subsided when he quickly pulled his shorts
back up and started running home. He knew that the odds of the boy watching
him was low, but the possibility made him feel extremely embarassed. His
certitude of always being alone in this remote place was now gone, but part
of him was persuaded to come back again.