Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 14:31:27 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: naked-on-film (m/m teen, nudism, mostly lead-up)

This was inspired by another story I read on the Nifty archine which I've 
lost track of. If you like the story, support the Nifty archive. All 
rights hereby donated to the archive. If you want to contact me drop a 
note to <krchr@hotmail.com>. I read that account occasionally. 
Other stories by me: 

   2007: college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
   2007: encounters/airport-feet
   2002: young-friends/naked-boy (posted under a different name).

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Naked at night
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Kevin woke from a light drifting sleep when his watch beeped. He shut it
off and lay still listening for signs of stirring from the other room. When
it seemed safe he threw off the covers and stood up from the roll-away bed.

His parents were in the cabin's one bedroom and he checked to make sure
their door was firmly closed before he dropped his boxers and stepping out
of them. He stood naked and yawned for a moment then started getting
dressed. He'd planned the outfit for this carefully. Something that would
look like he was out for a jog but that was easy to take on and off. He put
on dark jogging shorts, no underwear, a dark blue t-shirt, and his white
sneakers. He'd have preferred black sneakers but he had none.

He crept out of the cabin closing the front door as quietly as possible,
then walked briskly to the road along the grass instead of the gravel
driveway. On the dirt road he walked past the other silent cabins to the
road's end and where the provincial park began. The road ended in a trail
which he knew well. He walked down the path looking for the spot he'd
picked yesterday. When he'd found it, Kevin stepped off the path next to
what he hoped was a memorable tree stump and pushed through the bushes.

The moon was about half full which, now that his eyes had adjusted, made
the woods pretty visible. There were no sounds except for the trees
creaking in the wind. Kevin took his shirt off and placed it next to the
tree trunk then stood listening again. He put his hands on the waistband of
his shorts and started to push them down. Then he stopped, suddenly
unsure. He pulled them back up and stood for another minute with his heart
pounding in his ears. This time he decided to go for it. He pushed his
shorts down, took them off, and dropped them on top of his shirt. He was
standing naked in the woods except for a pair of sneakers.

Kevin carefully pushed his way back through the bushes trying not to get
scraped. The trail seemed pretty open by comparison and he was very aware
of his nakedness. The breeze on his bare skin felt wonderful. He wasn't
hard but his whole body was tingling with sexual excitement. He started
walking along the trail deeper into the woods. He'd only planned to walk a
little ways in and then walk back to his clothes but he loved the feel of
the air on his body and the feel of his cock swinging free so he kept
going. Before long he relaxed a bit and then he couldn't help it. His
nervousness gone his cock rose up and got as hard as it had ever
been. Instead of swaying, it was now pointing the way he was going.

The plan was abandoned. He needed release. Kevin started looking for a
secluded spot in which he could get off. He finally leaned up against a
tree which was slightly removed from the trail and began stroking his
erection. He was more excited than he'd ever been before and his cock was
dripping with precum before he even touched it. He rubbed it all around
until the shaft and head were completely slick. Then he tickled his balls
with one hand and stroked with the other. A rushing orgasm overtook him. He
locked his knees and thrust forward as the load of cum shot out and landed
on the ground with an audible splat.

When the orgasm subsided Kevin felt really exposed and ridiculous. He
looked around to see if anyone was there but he saw and heard nothing. He
wiped his hand off on a tree trunk then got back on the trail. He started
walking, then hurrying, his cock now loose and flapping again. He had a few
moments panic when he thought he must have already passed the point at
which he'd hidden his clothes. He was wondering how he'd sneak back into
the house naked when he found them. He got dressed and strolled back to the
road.

The cabin was as quiet as he left it. Kevin kicked off his sneakers,
changed back into his boxers, and got into bed. He laid there in the still
cabin, slightly sweaty and with his heart still beating fast. He knew he'd
be doing that again.

------------------ Naked in the day ------------------

A few months before 15-year-old Kevin had been carefully searching his
father's porn collection. He'd found it hidden in the garage and now
periodically checked for new material. He was flipping through a magazine
he'd seen before when he noticed a small picture showing various people,
men and women, relaxing on a beach. They were all naked. He read the all
too brief article below it about nude beaches and some of the more famous
ones. He'd never heard of this before. In the conversations about sex with
his friends no one had ever mentioned the idea of lots of people just
casually walking around naked outdoors in the sun. The idea excited him and
made him want to try it. His parents weren't prudes but they didn't walk
around nude and no one had seen him naked since he was about nine.

He hit on a plan. That summer, as they always did, his family would be
spending a month in the family cabin. It was somewhat remote as retreats go
with only 20 or so cabins scattered around a small lake. He lay awake at
night planning the whole thing. The clothes he would take, the place on the
trail where he'd hide his clothes. His parents noticed his excitement but
passed it off to youthful anticipation of the trip.

A few nights into the trip, when everyone had settled into a routine, Kevin
undertook that first nighttime expedition. It was as good as he imagined
and he couldn't wait to repeat it. He did it again the next night, and the
next. He was starting to be noticeably tired during the day but his parents
passed off his frequent daytime naps as a 'growth spurt'. Besides the
interruption to his sleep Kevin longed to try nudity in the day time.

Far out on the trail, where he was convinced few people went, Kevin stashed
his clothes and walked naked in the woods. This was even better than the
nighttime escapades. He spent much of his days alone along the trails,
getting braver and braver. Going farther without his clothes and exploring
more of the woods around the lake. Finally he got into the habit of
dropping his clothes at the start of a particular faint trail that led up a
short way to a rocky outcrop that overlooked the lake. He was probably only
10 meters up or so, but it seemed a commanding view of the lake and
cabins. He spent hours up there sunning his nude body on the rock confident
that he was out of sight of the cabins. Kevin was pleased that he was even
starting to get an all-over tan.

On the third or fourth day that he'd done this Kevin was walking back along
the main trail to the cabins when he stuck his hand in his pocket and
discovered something there. It was Polaroid picture. He studied it for a
moment before he realized what it was. He stopped dead on the trail and his
stomach sank. The picture was of a nude teenager, lying on his back on a
rock in the sun. It was a picture of him. Naked. In the clearing where he'd
been sunbathing.

Kevin looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He didn't see
anyone, but then he hadn't seen anyone take the picture either. He'd been
caught and he didn't even know by who, or what they intended to do about
it. But he was sure that he'd be in some kind of trouble. Or mortal
embarrassment at least. It was a small lake. Everyone knew everyone and he
was sure this would get back to his parents. Worse than that he realized,
as his stomach sank even further when it occurred to him that if he had one
picture, whoever had taken it probably had more.

He started walking again only to stop again when he'd flipped the picture
over and discovered that there was a note and map on the back. The note
simply said, "Thurs noon." The map showed the trail Kevin knew and some
paths that he didn't. Following them would seem to bring him to a smaller
lake back in the woods. Thursday was tomorrow. He didn't seem to have any
choice. He'd have to show up and find out what he'd have to do to get out
of this.

------------------ Naked on film ------------------

Kevin felt he had no choice but to show up on Thursday so he set out just
before noon with the picture in hand. He was terrified of the photograph
being found by his parents so he kept on him at all times. The sensible
thing to have done would be to copy the map and then destroy it but he had
to admit he found it kind of exciting too. He kept looking at that picture
of his nude, lithe body stretched out in the sun, cock nestled in his still
sparse pubic hair. But he'd worried all night long what the photographer
had in store for him. Was it someone intent on blackmail? A pervert? Or, he
began to wonder, someone he could fool around with?

Kevin followed the map to the small lake set back in the woods. The trail
was faint and it did not appear that many people came here. Just when he
was convinced he was lost he pushed through some bushes growing next to a
large rock and found himself in an open area. He was looking at a very
small lake, a pond really, backed behind him by bushes and a few large
rocks. The rocks seemed to be ancient falls from the short cliff that made
up the far side of the lake. To his right was a wider rocky area and all
around that, tall trees. If the map was accurate he wasn't at all far from
the main lake but it couldn't be seen from here.

He stood there looking around for a minute before he saw it -- a Polaroid
camera on a rock. He walked up to it looking around nervously. The camera
was just sitting there. After looking around again he picked it up and
found a picture underneath. His heart sank again but then he realized it
wasn't him in the picture. The picture was of a person, a boy maybe, diving
into the water. Probably the lake in front of him. He couldn't tell much
about who it was but he could see a bare butt on its way in to the water.

On the back of the picture it said, "This is better spot. I'll be back at
1:00 pm". Kevin didn't know what to think. The camera was here so he
supposed he was safe from having his picture taken again, unless the guy
had two. And he really did want to skinny dip. He'd never done it
before. He'd been afraid of being spotted at the main lake. And he even had
to admit this was a great spot. It's not likely anyone but a determined
explorer knew about this little pond. It was a small pond that probably fed
off into the main lake whenever the water got high enough, but for now it
seemed to be a pocket of sun-warmed water maybe 5 meters higher than the
main lake.

Kevin decided he'd at least try the pond so he sat down on the rock next to
the camera and pulled off his shoes and socks. He put the picture in his
pocket and gingerly stepped to the shore of the lake. The water was very
clear and he could see to the rocky bottom. It was a warmer than the main
lake. Kevin stood there knee-deep in the water for a long while deciding
what to do. It occurred to him that the note and the camera were meant to
give him the option but he wondered if the owner of that bare butt in the
photo was secretly watching him from somewhere nearby. He finally decided
the hell with it. The guy already had a picture of him and he wanted to do
this.

Kevin stepped back out of the water and returned to the camera. After
examining it for a few minutes he discovered the timer mode, which was
obviously how the other picture had been taken, and he turned it on. He
placed the camera on the rock aimed at the lake and just before pressing
the shutter; he shed his shirt and dropped his shorts and underwear. Then
he walked briskly into the lake. He didn't think he could time the action
shot like the other picture so he waded in until the water was just
touching his balls and waited. He heard the click and the sound of the film
being ejected. Kevin returned to the camera and quickly put his shorts and
underwear back on over his wet legs. He pulled the photo out and waited for
it to develop. When it did he saw himself standing arms slightly out from
his body, and a tanned bare ass just above the water line. He put the
picture in his pocket then dropped his pants again and walked quickly in to
the water.

He swam naked for probably half an hour, thrilling in the sensation. It
felt as wonderful as he'd imagined it would. He got hard in the water a few
times and considered doing something about that but his nervousness kept
him back. When Kevin looked at his watch he was surprised to see it was a
quarter to one. He hopped out of the lake and ran back to his clothes where
he got dressed without bothering to dry off. He looked around to make sure
he had everything when he started to leave, then he remembered the second
picture. The camera had been left to give him the choice and he'd made
it. Kevin pulled the photo out of his pocket and placed it carefully under
the camera. He supposed it didn't show his face at least. Kevin quickly
left, lost the trail, found the trail, and eventually found the main
path. He walked until he'd dried off and then returned to his cabin
wondering what was next.

---------------- Naked in kind ----------------

That night, after his parents had gone to sleep, and after jacking off into
a paper towel that he'd flush in the morning, Kevin lay awake thinking
about the day. He'd stolen looks at anonymous picture as often as he
could. He wondered if he'd done the right thing leaving the new picture of
him. He wondered what it would cost him, and he wondered how he'd continue
the exchange. The thought of eventually meeting the guy in the picture was
indescribably exciting but the teasing exchange itself was almost more than
he could handle. He finally fell asleep with the plan that he'd return to
the small lake around noon the next day.

His parents were now used to him disappearing for the day and they didn't
seem to mind. Mostly they sat around the cabin reading or occasionally
going for short walks or to the small sandy beach on the lake. They never
went far nor did any of the other people there it seemed. Most were older
and he'd always hated coming here as a kid because there was seldom anyone
there his age. Kevin ate a sandwich and disappeared in the late morning
working his way up to the small lake at just about noon. When he pushed
through the bushes he was thrilled to see the camera there on the rock. He
nearly ran to it, lifted it, and found another picture.

This one was a full frontal of a naked, and very cute, boy standing in the
water about where Kevin had yesterday. The water stopped mid-thigh and he
could see a cock in a nest of blond public hair. The boy was maybe a year
or two older than Kevin and pretty fit though not excessively so. He had
light hair and a smooth chest. Kevin looked around but didn't see anyone as
usual. He wanted to take the same kind of picture but he was hard. He sat
for a few minutes and tried to think of something else but it didn't
help. Finally he stripped naked, heedless of his erection, and ran into the
water.

That didn't help. The feeling of the cool water all over his body only made
him more excited. Moving into deeper water he reached under and began
stroking himself. It was difficult in the water. The sensation wasn't the
same but thinking of the picture up on shore pushed him over the edge and
he looked down into the water to see his jets of cum shoot out and drift
away in little clumps.

Floating there in the water while his erection subsided Kevin realized
something else. From this part of the lake he had a clear view of the rock
where he'd been photographed sunbathing. He'd seen this lake from there but
he'd mistaken it for an arm of the main lake not realizing the height
difference because of his own higher vantage point. No wonder the boy had
seen him.

After a few minutes his cock calmed down and he walked out of the water,
set the timer, and took a picture of himself smiling into the camera. He
didn't like the first shot so he took another. He hoped the owner of the
camera had enough film. This time he got out of the water and dried in the
sun before getting dressed. He felt a little nervous sitting there like
that, not sure if someone was watching, but it was also kind of fun. He
left the better of the two pictures under the camera and left with the
others -- the first picture of him sunning, the two pictures of that
unknown boy, and the new one of him.

---------------- Naked in hiding ----------------

On Saturday Kevin's parents insisted on driving the hour in to town and
dragging him along with them. He'd planned to go back to the lake on
Saturday but instead spent the entire boring day wandering from store to
store, eating lunch, and grocery shopping. He was sure that he was
obnoxiously sullen about it and didn't care. His parents seem to pass it
off as "teenager".

When they arrived back at the cabin it was dusk. Without going inside Kevin
told his parents that he'd see them later and took off into the
woods. Kevin ran and walked along the trails he now knew well to the secret
lake. When he got there, there was no sign of anyone. No note or camera. He
shouldn't be surprised he thought. Even if it had been here earlier today
the guy would not have left an expensive camera sitting out overnight.

The following day Kevin packed several sandwiches and drinks into his
backpack and took off with hardly a word, hoping to avoid another of his
parent's excursions. He went straight to the small lake but when he got
there he slowly pushed through the bushes. The boy from the pictures was
there. He was sitting fully clothed on the rock where he normally left the
camera. The camera was sitting beside him on the ground.

Kevin carefully withdrew from the bushes and walked a little ways back down
the trail considering what to do. He decided to go back to his old haunt so
he wound his way to the outcropping where he'd first been photographed. He
crept up into the open keeping low and sat cross-legged against him
rock. From here he could see down to the small lake and if he sat up a
little he could see the boy still sitting on the rock. He decided he'd wait
here and see what the boy did. It felt kind of good to turn the tables on
the spying.

But spying can be boring. He sat there for a long while and the boy did
nothing. Nothing at all. Kevin carefully unwrapped a sandwich and ate it,
trying not to make any noise. When he was done he stretched his neck up a
little to see what the boy was doing. He was standing up, shirtless and
barefoot. As Kevin watched the boy dropped his pants and underwear and
walked away from them without the slightest hesitation. Kevin watched as
the boy waded straight in to the water and began briskly swimming back and
forth across the length of the lake. Kevin just watched from his hiding
place.

The boy stopped his swimming and seemed to be just standing chest deep in
the water with his eyes closed. Even from this distance Kevin could tell he
was breathing hard. When he seemed to have relaxed he walked toward the
shore and toward Kevin. Kevin got to see the boy as he emerged from the
water, inch by inch, water running off his naked body. He wished he had
binoculars.

The boy pulled a towel from a backpack and laid it on a mostly sandy patch
amongst the rocks. He stretched out supine on the towel and Kevin just
stared, not moving himself. As he watched the boy reached down and began
massaging his own cock. He then let go and Kevin could see that it was
erect. The boy began masturbating in earnest pumping his dick with his
right hand and running his left up and down his own body.

To Kevin's surprise the boy reached over and grabbed the camera. He held it
at arms length pointed at himself and continued to pump. It was too far
away to see the cum, but when the boy's hips bucked and his toes curled
Kevin knew he'd shot. Kevin was completely hard in his shorts and dared not
touch himself for fear of cumming right in his clothes.

He didn't get up but just continued to watch the boy who pulled the ejected
film from the camera and waved it back and forth as some people do with
Polaroids. He held the picture in front of him obviously watching it
develop.

The boy got up, wiped up with the towel and got dressed. To Kevin's great
happiness the boy tucked the picture and the camera and left.

---------------- Naked together ----------------

It was agonizing waiting for the boy to depart. As soon as Kevin was sure
the path was clear he ran the trails to get to the small lake. Breathless
he pulled the picture out from under the camera and looked at it. His cock,
which had retreated on his run, seemed to instantly spring back to full
hardness in his shorts. Unconsciously he reached down and adjusted it while
he stared at the picture.

The photo showed the smooth chest of the boy covered with several long
spurts of semen. A hand gripped a perfectly proportioned cock. Kevin just
stood staring until a voice startled him.

"You like it?" the boy said.

Kevin turned around dropping the picture to his side. "I, uh, you know was
just curious." He realized his erection was probably showing and turned
slightly to try and hide it.

"I can't believe I did that. I've never done anything like that before,"
the boy said.

"Yeah, me either. I mean. You know, the other pictures," said Kevin.

"Name's Jason. Jayce for short."

"Kevin."

The stood awkwardly for several seconds until Jason took the
initiative. "So, uh, we've already seen each other. In pictures at least,
so I'm going to take a swim. You want to?"

Without waiting for an answer Jason kicked off his shoes, tossed his shirt
and dropped his shorts. He left them there in an untidy pile. Kevin
couldn't help but glance at his cock and noticed that it seemed half hard
despite just having cum. Kevin was frozen on the spot. He wanted more than
anything to shed all his clothes but he was afraid the slightest touch on
his cock and he'd erupt in an enormous orgasm.

Jason took a step closer. Kevin could smell his scent and feel his close
presence. Jason smiled reassuringly and reached out to touch the bottom of
Kevin's shirt. He lifted it and without thinking Kevin raised his arms so
that Jason could pull the shirt up over his head. Dropping the shirt Jason
stepped even closer and Kevin could feel his hot breath on his
chest. Kevin's cock spasmed inside his shorts.

"May I?" Jason inquired, touching the waistband of Kevin's shorts. A silent
nod was all Kevin could manage in reply. Jason unbuttoned the shorts and
pulled them down letting them drop onto Kevin's shoes. Kevin's cock sprang
out. It was almost painfully hard.

Jason smiled again. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Kevin said weakly.

Jason put one hand on Kevin's side and the other on his chest. He ran his
hand lightly against Kevin's skin. Kevin closed his eyes and moaned. Jason
grabbed Kevin's cock and stroked it. Almost instantly Kevin was overtaken
by complete orgasm. His vision narrowed and all that mattered was the
feeling of pulse after pulse shooting out his cock.

When he finally returned to the world Kevin realized he was slumped against
Jason, who was supporting him with one hand and holding his cock with the
other. He pulled back and looked down to see that he'd shot his load
everywhere and a lot of it on Jason himself.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, I..."

"Don't worry about it. I like it," Jason said, rubbing the cum on himself.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but now we probably should go for that swim."

Kevin smiled and watched as Kevin stepped out of the clothes still puddled
at his feet. When that was done, they walked naked together into the water.