Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 12:47:03 -0500
From: Daniel Matthews <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Nudist Teen-Part 2

     As I walked home, I ran the days events over in my mind, what had
started as a day that I figured I would just walk around naked had turned
into s stranger taking my shorts and shoes, and for the first time I had
not only been naked and hard in front of a man, but I had also ejaculated
by a hand other than my own for the first time as well. Even though the
lotion Dr. Mitchell had used on my back side worked very well and my
sunburn was not at all sore, I knew I should wait a few days before getting
any more sun on it, but I also knew I had to go back to the fence
tomorrow. My parents would never even notice my missing shorts, I had so
many pairs, but the shoes were brand new and they would for sure notice
them missing.

     Once home I went to my room and checked my back side in the mirror and
though it was red, I had seen people with much worse sunburns and felt
lucky I had not fallen asleep for a longer time. After dinner with my
parents, feeling good that so far they did not notice my shoes missing I
figured an excuse just in case, I would tell them I was wearing my old pair
to prevent the news ones from getting ruined. I played on my computer for a
while, and then, tired, stripped down and climbed into bed and was asleep
quickly. I woke late the next morning, looked out my window and saw my
parents were gone, took a long shower, wrapped a twoel around my waist,
went downstairs and ate breakfast. As I ate, I thought of how I would play
out the rest of the day, I knew I had to get my shoes back or my parents
would freak out on me, but at the same time, I had no idea who had taken
them. Once I did my dishes I went up to my room and pulled on a pair of
briefs, an old pair of jeans that had a lot of rips and tears, a t-shirt,
baseball cap, then my old shoes and headed outside. It was a beautiful,
very hot sunny day so I walked slowly towards the fence, stopping when
Dr. Mitchell called to me over his fence.

     "Hi Jeff, how is the sunburn today?"

     "It's fine Dr. Mitchell, not bothering me at all."

     "I'm glad to hear that and happy to see you are wearing clothes
today."

     I noticed he said this with a smile and he even gave me a wink as I
said bye to him and headed into the woods. It was much cooler under the
trees so I quickened my pace and about 10 minutes later I was through the
woods and again slowed my pace as the heat hit me. It was so hot, I really
wanted to take my shirt off, but getting a sunburn on top of a sunburn
would not be fun, so I continued walking until I was standing in front of
the fence. I looked around and found a piece of paper stuck to it, pulled
it free and read the directions two times, surprised that there was no
other writing at all except the directions, then stuffed the paper in my
back pocket, climbed over the fence and started walking. Fifteen minutes
later I was getting so hot I could feel sweat dripping down my body and
wished I had thought to bring some water with me.

     I plodded on across an open field, then into a wooded area, where
thankfully there was s stream, so I paused, drank some of the water and
then splashed some on my face and neck to cool down. Fifteen minutes later
I had cleared the woods and was walking though a large field of corn, just
like the directions had said. A full thirty minutes later I could see a
farm house off in the distance and off to the side what looked like a
barn. As I got closer I started to make out a few smaller buildings as
well, but was still too far away to know what they were for. About ten
minutes later I came to a fence, that was also in the directions, climbed
over it and got my first close up look at the buildings. The barn was huge
and very well maintained and I heard the unmistakable sound of cows and
horses and as I walked closer, chickens too. There was another building
that I assumed was for farm equipment like tractors, plows and baling
equipment, also very well maintained and as I walked closer I saw a huge
silo for grain, a tool shed and a few other small buildings. What surprised
me was that all the buildings, although obviously not new, were so well
maintained they almost looked new.

     I walked towards the farm house, over a perfectly cared for lawn,
passed apple and pear trees and stood about twenty feet from the farmhouse
door wondering if I should go and knock or just go home and take whatever
punishment my parents would give me for losing my new shoes. I got the
feeling someone was watching me from the farm house, but with the sun
directly behind it, it was impossible to see in the windows. I looked
around again and noticed a driveway I had not seen before, walked towrads
it and saw a car I was sure I had seen somewhere before, but could not
remember where. I looked in the windows of the car, but there was nothing
that gave away who the owner might be and was about to walk and knock on
the house door when I spotted a mailbox at the end of the driveway. I
walked down to it, looked around carefully and then opened it, but there
was nothing inside, but as I closed it I noticed the name D. Hanson
carefully stenciled on the side of it.

     In the back of my mind the name Hanson was very familiar, and as I
concentrated on the name it suddenly hit me, the car, the name, this was my
Vice Principle from school. It hit me like a ton of bricks, he was the
strictest adult in school, gave the most notes home and gave out detention
for any minor infraction. As I stood thinking about him, it suddenly hit me
that he was almost always giving me detention, even when it was obvious
that I did not deserve it. I had also noticed him many times checking me
out, and in detention, no matter who was there he always had me clean the
blackboards and I had figured that he did that so he could check out my
ass. I had even been bold enough to reach higher than needed and a couple
of times had even shook my butt a few times when I knew he was
watching. There had been a lot of talk that he was gay and again I thought
about just going home and taking a grounding or maybe even a spanking from
my parents, but decided against it since I was already here, thinking he
might just give me my shoes back and that would be the end of it.

     I stood at the mailbox for a few minutes, took a deep breath, walked
up to the front door and knocked. The door opened a minute later and there
stood Mr. Hanson, with a wide smile on his face as he said,

     "Jeff, it's nice to see you outside of school, kick off your shoes and
come inside."

     I did as he said and followed him barefoot through a hallway and into
the living room of his house, and suddenly stopped short. There were framed
pictures of me, from sporting events, other school events and even my
yearbook pictures going back a few years covering the walls. Seeing the
look on my face he said,

     "Jeff, I have been waiting a long time to have you here, as you can
tell by my collection of your pictures."

     I stood there stunned but at the same time, a little excited knowing
that he obviously found me so attractive to have such a collection. He
pulled me out of my stupor by saying,

     "Jeff, take a seat, I want to show you something."

     I did as he said, sitting in a very comfortable arm chair and watched
as he picked up a remote control and turned on the tv and dvd player at the
same time. A few seconds later, I was watching myself from the other day,
walking naked through his property, then stopping, then I watched the tv
screen as I looked at myself jerking off and cumming. As if this was not
bad enough, as I continued to watch I felt my cock start to harden knowing
he had not only seen, but had recorded the whole event. I was so focused on
the tv screen, that when he sat on the arm of my chair and put his hand on
my knee, I almost jumped straight up. He left his hand there for a few
seconds, then very slowly started running it up the top of my thigh, which
caused my cock to harden even more, then he ran it down the inside of my
jeans covered thigh. The video was on a loop, and the combination of his
hand on my thigh and watching myself walking naked and jerking off was so
exciting I felt my cock fully harden and start to throb.

     "Well Jeff, it looks like you enjoy watching yourself naked, I have to
admit, I enjoyed it quite a lot too, but I think it is time you pay up for
trespassing on my property by giving me a much closer look."

     I sat there, unsure of what to do, feeling my heart beating and my
cock throbbing as I watched his hand go to the bottom of my t-shirt and
start to pull it up. When he had it half way up my torso the chair I was in
reclined a bit and I was about to lift my arms so he could take it all the
way off, but instead he told me to lean forward a bit, and when I did, he
quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head with my arms still in the sleeves,
then pushed it down my arms to my elbows. Suddenly the chair reclined all
the way back and the way he had positioned my t-shirt pinned my arms behind
me. I struggled a bit, but with the chair all the way back and my t-shirt
holding my arms behind me, I could hardly move at all.

     "I have been waiting for a long time for this Jeff, you really are
quite beautiful."

     I watched as his hands ran over my chest and nipples, then down to my
abs and then back up my sides, pausing for a bit under my arms, then over
my shoulders and down my biceps. I heard him moan a few times and thought
my cock was going to explode.

     "Jeff, you really take care of your body very well, you have nice
definition, and you are so smooth."

     He then stood up and as I heard a noise, I felt the leg rest pop out,
raising my legs as the chair fully reclined. I watched as he moved, then
straddled the leg rest and sat down on my thighs. I was now unable to move
at all and let out a moan of my own as he leaned forward and gently kissed
my left nipple, then my right nipple. He leaned a bit farther forward and
started gently kissing both sides of my neck, then down my throat, then
lower to my nipples again. When I felt his lips kissing my abs I thought I
would cum in my pants, but sensing this he stopped and said,

     "Now now Jeff, I have been waiting for this for too long to have you
cum this soon."

     I watched as he quickly stood and then udid the top button of my
jeans, then slowly pulled the zipper down and began gently sliding them
down my thighs. I surprised myself by lifting my butt and soon he had them
down to my ankles, then all the way off. I felt his hands each grab one of
my ankles and spread them to the sides of the foot rest and before I could
react he had clamped each of them into what felt like a leather cuff. I
heard snaps, and when he stood with my t-shirt holding my arms behind my
back, and the cuffs on my ankles, I could not move. I looked up at him and
saw a look of pure joy on his face as he scanned my almost naked body. When
I saw him staring at my briefs covered erection I felt it start to throb
even more and begin to leak pre cum. I watched as his hands explored my
lower body from the bottoms of my feet right up until he was almost
touching my balls, then back down to my feet again.

     "Jeff, you really are quite exquisit, but I am afraid even though
there is not much, the hair is going to have to go."

     He turned and left so fast I could not say anything, instead I began
struggling, but the more I did, the more my t-shirt tangled up my arms
behind me. A minute later I saw Mr. Hanson walk back into the room carrying
a pair of scissors in one hand, and a small basin of water in the other. He
set them down beside the chair, then left again, but returned shortly, now
carrying a towel in one hand and a razor and cream in the other. I started
to get a bit nervous and asked,

     "Mr. Hanson, I'm sorry for trespassing on your property, couldn't I
just do some chores or something?"

     "Jeff, not only did you trepass, but that nice smooth ground you were
walking on was planted already, you're walking around on it and even laying
down on it, did a lot of damage and cost me a lot of money. So I am going
to give you a choice, you can leave now with your shoes and clothes, but, I
will tell your parents and make sure they pay me back every penny. Or, you
can take the punishment I am going to give you and it will all be
forgotten, which will it be?"

     I thought about this carefully, I had no idea his field had been
planted and if my parents found out, not only would I for sure get a
spanking, but they would probably ground me for weeks and take away my
allowance, video games and computer. Not wanting this to happen, I asked,

     "What kind of punishment Mr. Hanson?"

     "Well Jeff, first I am going to shave every hair on your body from
your chin down. If you are going to break rules, and ignore signs on my
property like a little kid, I think it's only fair your body more resemble
one. Then, when I am done, I am going to take you over my knee and spank
that cute ass of yours that you shook at me in dentention until you have
learned a good lesson. After that I have another punishment in mind."

     "What other punishment Sir?"

     "Stop wasting my time, it's up to you, do you want to leave now and I
call your parents, are are you going to stay and take your punishment
here?"

     I knew what my parents would do, and getting grounded during summer
break was too much, so I said,

     "I'll stay and take the punishment Mr. Hanson."

     Without another word he dipped a wash cloth in the water and then used
it to moisten my skin, then covered my legs from my feet up to my briefs
covered balls with cream and very carefully shaved every hair away. I did
not have much, so It did not take him long. He then did the same to my arms
and underarms and even did the very fine peach fuzz I had on my chest and
abdomen. He then rinsed my body off with the warm water and used another
towel to dry it. Being bound the way I was, and having him pay such close
attention to my body, was so thrilling to me that my cock was going crazy
in my briefs and I felt a lot of pre cum soaking into them.

     When I saw him pick up the scissors I got nervous thinking he was
going to cut my head hair and asked,

     "What are you going to do with those?"

     He just looked at me, straddlled my legs and in a very slow careful
motion used them to cut my briefs off. As soon as he pulled them free my
erection popped up and bounced off my lower abdomen a few times, leaving a
small pool of pre cum.

     "Well Jeff, you certainly have a big penis for a guy your age, but
very little pubic hair, so this won't take long."

     Before I could respond, he grasped my erection in one hand, used the
other to spread cream over it and my balls and a minute later, all my pubes
were gone and rinsed away. Again, without a word he freed my ankles, then
easily pulled my t-shirt off, freeing my arms and said,

     "Roll over onto your stomach jeff."

     I did as he said, and a few minutes later he had shaved every hair off
of my backside, rinsed it off and dried it. I then heard him move and when
I looked up I saw he was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room and
was motioning for me to walk to him. I slowly stood up, and looked down at
my totally hair free body, my erection standing straight up and very slowly
walked until I was standing in front of him. Before I could react he
reached out and grasped my erection hard in one hand and quickly pulled me
across his lap, clamping my legs between his thighs. I felt his hand gently
running over my butt, while his other hand held firm on my erection, then
felt movement and a swishing noise followed by a loud smacking noise as his
hand landed hard on my left butt cheek, followed quickly by a smack to my
right butt cheek. He was spanking me fast, but not hard and after a few
minutes he said,

     "Well Jeff, there is almost nothing I like more than a red cute ass,
and since yours is a very nice shade now, why don't you stand up."

     I did as he said, standing in front of him, my erection standing
straight up and throbbing and watched as he leaned forward, his hands went
to my inner thighs and started running up and down very gently. His hands
then went up my sides, then across to my nipples and after he gently
pinched them several times, causing pre cum to start flowing from my cock,
he ran his hands over my pecs, then down my abs. When his hand grasped my
balls my cock started throbbing so hard I thought I was going to cum, and
sensing this, he clamped his thumb and forefinger around the base of my
cock and gently pushed, forcing my foreskin all the way back. Just as I was
sure I was going to cum, he let go of my my cock and balls and gently
turned me and started running his hands all over my shoulders, back and
then my butt mounds. I felt one of his fingers running down my crack and
let out a moan of pleasure when his finger ran gently over my hole.

     "Jeff, you certainly are a very horny boy and I have to admit, you
have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen in my life."

     His fingering of my hole was making me so excited, I spread my legs a
bit and suddenly felt it slip inside me and experienced the most thrilling
sensation of my life. His finger pulled out of me and I heard something
being opened and then felt something slippery being rubbed into my hole,
then felt two of his fingers gently pushing into me. My hole clamped down
on his fingers as they pushed further into me and when his fingers touched
my prostate gland, I let out a loud moan and watched as my cock throbbed
and bounced like crazy.

     "My my Jeff, you do have a very tight hole and I am tempted to do
something, but instead, why dont you turn around and face me?"

     I felt his fingers pull out of me and for a moment wished he had kept
them in me, turned to face him, and saw a look on his face that showed
utter pleasure. I had just enough time to think that he found me hot enough
that just touching and seeing me was turning him on before he said,

     "Jeff, I want you to very slowly masturbate, but don't cum until I
tell you."

     I had never masturbated in front of anyone before, but the thought was
thrilling to me and wanting to give him a good show, I grasped my erection
in my left hand and started very slowly stroking, while I used my right
hand to alternate between feeling my balls and nipples. I could see the
bulge in his pants and the way his eyes roamed over my body, obviously
enjoying what he saw gave me such a thrill, I had to pause my stroking to
prevent from cumming. I ran my hands over my chest, nipples and abs with
Mr. Hanson's eyes following every movement until my cock calmed down again,
and then very slowly started stroking again, making sure to pull my
foreskin all the way back, then push it all the way forward on every
stroke. After another few minutes I paused again to prevent myself from
cumming and this time feeling bolder, I turned and ran my hands over my
butt mounds, then up and down my crack until my cock calmed down.

     "Okay Jeff, I want you to start stroking again, very slowly, and when
you are ready, cum into your other hand."

     I did as he said and a few minutes later I let out a loud moan of
pleasure, my legs shook a bit and I shot an enormous load, spurt after
spurt into my waiting hand. I continued to stroke until I had drained every
drop into my hand, then stood breathing heavily and noticed that the front
of Mr. Hanson's pants were wet and realised he had cum in his pants just
from watching me. I stood, awkwardly for about 30 seconds, my hand full of
my cum until he said,

     "That was very good Jeff, now rub your cum into your chest and
abdomen."

     I moved my hand to my chest and rubbed my cum all over my torso,
loving the feel of it. When I was done, Mr. Hanson held a towel out to me
and told me to wipe my hands, which I did. He then ;leaned over the side of
the couch and pulled out my shoes and shorts, handed them to me and told me
to get dressed. Once dressed he smiled at me and told me to turn and look
at the tv screen. When I did I saw myself come walking into the room and
sit down on the chair and realised he had taped the entire event.
Mr. Hanson truned the tv off after a few minutes, smiled at me again and
said,

     "Jeff, I would like you to show up here once a week for the rest of
the summer. Monday's are best for me, okay?"

     I told him I would, while wondering what else he had in mind for me,
then followed him to the front door, picked up my other pair of shoes and
started the long walk home.