Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2003 09:34:47 -0800
From: Tom Smith <wild_one@mail2world.com>
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.