Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 23:03:38 -0800 (PST) From: Nath Walbert <tanukinotomo@yahoo.com> Subject: Pike Island He parked the car and started walking toward the overlook. The view from the bluff was always relaxing, and the spot was so peaceful this time of year. In a couple of months the old fort, and the nature preserve around it, would be bustling with visitors but today it was tranquil. The biggest activity was the rapid melting of snow on this mild late morning. He leaned against the wall on the edge of the bluff and looked out over the river valley. He could see a gravel trail on the far side of the river. No one was on it. He turned and headed for the paved bike path that would take him down to the floodplain. The path contained a series of short flight of steps as it curved around the fort and at each he stopped and did some stretching. Once on the steep downhill portion, he picked up the pace and began jogging. He was not surprised that he encountered no one else. Bikers would be avoiding this route with the melting snow and slippery slope, the dog walkers tended to favor the far side of the river. He almost lost his balance at one curve, and just caught himself by grabbing a tree branch. He was beginning to feel comfortably warm, and thought about the five layers of clothing he was wearing, both above and below the waist, along with a knit cap. Well, maybe he had overdone it, but he had often heard it was a good idea to wear layers in this changeable climate. He sure liked to be prepared. He could easily take off his windbreaker, and the big loose camping pants could be pulled off right over his sneakers. He began jogging again, and then feeling confident, let the full force of gravity work with him and ran down the sloped path as fast as he could. It began to flatten out just as he crossed another path, and he slowed down in case there was any cross traffic. This made him feel the warmth from his burst of exertion, so he unzipped his windbreaker and let it flap freely behind him. At the trail crossing he first looked left and noticed the small kiosk with the park map and notices. Barely slowing down, he pulled his jacket completely off and tied it around his waist. Looking to the right, he a saw a big man wearing a hooded sweatshirt speed -walking toward him. No, dog, he thought, just out for some exercise all by himself just like me. His own downhill momentum had carried him right past the kiosk and he decided to turn around and take a look. In a few strides he was there, and as he looked at the map, he raised his left foot to rest on one of the wooden posts, pulled down his pants from the waist and slipped the pant leg off that foot. Then he quickly repeated this with the other foot, dropping his pants on the ground. That was better! He would be warm enough, with his long cotton sweatpants, as well as his knit cap pulled down over the ears, and his buttoned-up plaid flannel over-shirt. Just then, right up to the kiosk came the man in the hood. He pulled it off, showing a head of dark curly hair matching his full beard. He called out genially, "Great day for it, huh!" Then gesturing toward the pants on the ground, "starting to feel warm already, huh? "Yeah, it feels great, though" "Well, have a good one," and he started down the path again. He watched the bearded man go, and then, putting his foot back up on the post, took a minute to do some more stretches, and look at the map. That way led to a little humpback bridge over a narrow channel and then a long, narrow island with a big loop trail. That would be s satisfying walk and maybe the other guy had the same idea. He picked up his pants, tied them around his waist over his jacket and started walking and then broke into a jog. He was soon at the little bridge, and he liked the slight feeling of exertion as he ran up to its middle. At the top he began unbuttoning his flannel shirt and was just taking it off when he noticed the bearded man at the end of the bridge staring in his direction and putting his finger to his smiling lips. They both looked toward the water. There were two pelicans quietly sitting on a dead tree trunk in the channel, occasionally opening their huge wings. He smiled back and returned the "ssssh" gesture to show he understood. He walked slowly down the rest of the bridge and stopped a few yards beyond at a bush by a sign with some rules posted. The trail split just beyond the sign. As he stopped to glance at the rules, he started to really feel warm. There was no rule about dropping clothes, so he dropped his flannel shirt behind the bush, then undid his pants and jacket from his waist and dropped them too. After a moment's thought, he sat down, pushed his sweats down to his ankles and pulled them over his shoes, adding the sweats to the growing pile of clothes behind the bush. As he stood back up, he noticed the other man heading toward him. "Sorry about that, I just didn't want to scare off the birds," said the bearded man. "Oh, that's OK. They are amazing to watch, aren't they?" "Yeah. So you really got spring fever! Gonna go running in those gym shorts?" "Yeah. Well, I'll end up here after circling the island, so I thought I'd leave this other stuff here." "Where? Oh, behind the bush, well I wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't said, so it should be safe there. Anyway that turtleneck should keep you more than warm enough, especially if you're running." "Come to think of it, I am more than warm enough," he replied, as he pulled his turtleneck over his head, and in one sweeping gesture added it and his knit cap to the pile behind the bush. "It's an island, but not quite a tropical island," laughed the other man, shaking his head, and heading down the left trail. He watched the bearded man go and started down the right- hand trail. He started jogging at a good pace and the mildly cool air pleasantly tickled his bare arms and exposed armpits. He was down to two layers on top, an old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and a tank top. Here the ground under his feet was somewhat soft and that was pleasant too. On his left was a narrow band of trees with the other trail visible beyond. On his right was a much bigger, deeper wood. The trails joined up again at the base of a small sandy hill, not anything more than a dune with a few bushes and a little grass. He ran up the hill and down again, and enjoying it, did that a few more times. On the fifth time reaching the top he stopped and clasped his hand behind his head, he turned around taking in the small but uplifting view. He could make out the river through the trees one way, and the other way he could see across most of the island through a clearing. Starting back down the hill, he could also see the bearded came coming up that other trail. Meeting at the base of hill, the other man spoke first. "Keep running into you." "Yeah, well there's no one else around." "Well you enjoy yourself running around the island with your bare armpits and your bare knees while there's still snow on the ground," but he had a warm smile as he said it. "I sure will." He headed up the hill again, but halfway he stopped and turned around. "Anyway, I don't really have bare knees." He pulled on the cuffs of his shorts, demonstrating that they did reach past his knees. The other man laughed. "OK, whatever you're comfortable with." He turned around and smiled back at the bearded man than completed his run up the hill backwards. He was thinking about how good the air felt on all the uncovered parts of his skin and the more he thought, the more that bare knees sounded like a good idea, too. So he did it. At the top of the hill he stepped into a small patch of tallgrass, pulled off his gym shorts and left them on the ground. The boxer briefs he had on underneath were shorter, but they were plain solid, no print, and looked a lot like biking or running shorts since his top was covering the waistband. He ran back down the hill, the other man was still there and spoke again. "What," he said, "what did you do now? Oh Ok, I see, you had another pair of shorts on underneath. Well these are shorter and now you do have bare knees to go with your bare arms, bare armpits, bare neck, and bare shins. Hey wait a minute." The bearded man reached over and pulled the sleeveless top to reveal a waistband with a well-known brand name of underwear printed on it. " I thought so. Well if you run into anyone else hopefully they won't notice that you're hanging out in your underwear!" Or maybe they won't care, I don't mind!" With that he playfully snapped at the elastic waistband, and stepped back. "Thanks," was the reply. " I guess I'm really ready for my run now. Probably run into you again." He took off, this time not up the hill but around it. He didn't stay on the main circular trail but took many side trails, zigzagging around. Although it was a little cool, he was surprisingly comfortable wearing as little as he was. He was even working up a little sweat all down his front. He pulled on his shirt at the belly absent-mindedly, as if to air it out. This made him think about how the bearded man had pulled up his shirt to look at his underpants. As he ran he tripped a couple of times on the ground made soft and squishy from the melting snow. At least he didn't get hurt, but he did get pretty muddy all over. He kept running, each step taking him farther away from the rest of his clean warm clothes, that pile discarded by the sign, and the pair of shorts on the hill. He thought about that as he looked down at his sweaty, muddy, half-undressed body and that felt so right. He went on for about half an hour and then at one point when he doubled back and joined the main circle trail he saw the man again a few yards ahead approaching a large tree. As the distance between them lessened, he watched as the bearded man wrapped his big arms and legs around the thick trunk and began to pull his way up. By the time he got to the tree, the big man was sitting on a large low bough, peering into the near distance. "Hey there what's up?" he called up, "besides you, that is!" He immediately regretted making a stupid pun. The man looked startled and then just laughed. "Oh, its just you. This must look funny, huh." "Not any funnier than I look I suppose." "Well, you are kind of a mess aren't you. You're not wearing much, and what you have is half-covered in mud now, just as well you stripped off all those other clothes earlier. You OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine, just fell in the dirt a couple of times, but otherwise I'm feeling great running around like this. What are YOU up to? Sorry, no pun intended this time, really." "Oh, I saw a nest up here and wanted to get a closer look at it. But it's too far out on this branch, this is as close as I'll get." "So you're some kind of nature lover dude huh?" "Yeah you could say so." "Can I come see?" "Sure, but there isn't much, its just an empty nest, I'm not sure what I was expecting, just curious I guess." The bearded man gestured to him to come up. He imitated they way the other man had hugged the tree and pulled himself up. When he reached the bough, he felt a strong arm help him up into a place to sit. "Wow, thanks, this is great." The woods did look different from up here. He normally didn't like to climb trees, and was a little afraid of being literally out on a limb, but was determined not to show it. It was comforting, though, to be wedged like this between that big man and the tree trunk. "Glad you like it, sometimes it's just my favorite thing, to climb a tree and sit sometimes. We should probably keep you moving though so you don't get cold." "I'm OK," he answered and then felt the man's hand on his neck and then the same handnrubbing his back briskly with a warm friction motion. "Thanks," he added. Just then they felt the bough sway. "Well, that decides it, we probably should get off, before something breaks," said the bearded man "OK, I better go first," he answered and shifted himself over to trunk. He found himself going on the opposite side of the tree, and got caught on several stumps and short branches on the way down. The bearded man was on the ground almost immediately after him. "Wow, you were fast." "Yeah, I've done this enough. Hey you look you got scratched a little on the way down." "Yeah, I came down bumpier side of the tree, you could say, and got snagged." "Hey, turn around, yeah like that. Yep, I thought so, you got a big rip in the back of your sweatshirt and a tear in those boxer briefs of yours, too." "Oh, OK, well there both old, and the sweatshirt is something that got ripped once before on the sleeves. That's how I ended up tearing them off. " "Well I think that sweatshirt is finished now. Sorry I got you into climbing that tree." He laughed. "That's all right, I'm enjoying myself." "Yeah, you look like you are, in your torn dirty clothes." "I'll be OK." He felt on his back for the tear; it was pretty big. He really felt calm about all this. He guessed it helped that the sun had really come out. He just didn't need that dirty, ripped up sweatshirt anymore. Before thinking any more about what he was doing he reached to his left side and pulled at the seam below his armpit, then repeated that on the right. "Yeah, that's a good idea," encouraged the bearded man, "that thing is finished so might as well make it more comfortable. Trying to get some more ventilation?" "Yeah," he ripped at each seam a little further, and then again, so now it was open all the way down to his waist with just a small width of fabric left at the bottom. His white tank top undershirt was visible underneath. They smiled at each other and starting walking the path together. "You sure are hard on your clothes." "Well, this thing's just a piece of trash now anyway." With that he grabbed the front of the shirt and ripped it down the middle as far as his belly. Then he gave it one more tug in front and ripped it open all the way. With that done, he felt uninhibited in ripping the last little fabric on the sides and then reached behind and tore it all the way down the back. He began jogging ahead of the other man a little bit and as he went he tore at the fabric on his shoulders, until his sweatshirt was completely dismembered into four pieces and just fell off his body as he went. He slowed down to let the other man catch up to him. "Yeah, that's it, just get rid of that crap. Who needs that dirty old shirt anyway? Although, dude, now you definitely look like your walking around in underwear. Especially now, with that thing, the ribbed white tank top, what to they call those, wifebeaters? And those boxer briefs? That tank top doesn't hide the waistband. Everyone will know what brand of underpants you've got!" They both laughed. "I'll just have to stay fifty feet away from anybody till I get back to my clothes. From that distance it should just look like I'm out in running clothes." "OK, I'll stick with you and keep an eye out, but it's been totally quiet around here so far today." "Thanks, do you mind if we go a little faster." "Fine," he replied, and they sped up. Then he added " I can't believe I'm going jogging with a guy in his underwear in the middle of the woods on an island in the river during the first big spring thaw." "Yeah, it's funny, well here were almost to the tip of the island." "That's good, once your past that you'll be heading back toward your clothes." "That's a good way to think of it, well in that case, at this point I'm about as far away as I can be from my clothes and all I've got on is underwear as you keep reminding me." "Torn and muddy underwear in fact." "Well my tank tap isn't torn, at least not yet." He wasn't sure what he thought of the grin the bearded man shot at him. He thought about the morning. He started out with five layers of clothing, top and bottom. He had taken off his windbreaker, flannel shirt, turtleneck, his camping pants, sweats and gym shorts, and now he had ripped up and destroyed that sweatshirt. What had come over him? He was down to just his tank top and boxer briefs with just a pair of bikini briefs under that. It all felt so good and natural though. Why shouldn't he run around in his underwear, the bearded man didn't mind. He looked back and returned the grin. "Nope, the tank top is fine, it got a little mud on it but not a tear. My boxers though are in bad shape." "Well since your running around in underpants outdoors, I don't think it matters much what shape they're in or what kind they are." "If you say so, that makes me feel better." They had come to the point where the trail started doubling back. "Do you want to go down to the point on the beach or double back now?" "Lets go down, boxer boy." "OK, dude. Sorry I can't think of a smart comeback since you're fully dressed." He looked at the bearded man in his sweatshirt and khakis. The only undressing he had done all morning was to pull down his hood earlier. "That's all right, I'm sure being tank top boy is distracting." "I think I liked being `boxer boy' better. Oh look. who left that?" There was a plastic trashcan sitting on the beach. "Doesn't look like one that the park puts out, they don't put any on this island anyway. Maybe somebody on a boat brought it here to use. The beach is pretty clean, so I guess it's a good idea, as long as somebody comes to get it sometime. Right, boxer boy?" "Yep, I'll be sure to use the trashcan if I have any litter. Now I feel bad about those shreds of fabric from my sweatshirt I left lying on the trail." Don't worry, I'm sure they're biodegradable, but we can go back and pick them up if you really want to, boxer boy." "That's it, I don't want to be boxer boy anymore, and anyway you said since I'm already down to my underwear it doesn't matter what kind of undershorts I'm wearing." When he finished saying that he felt a tingling go up and down his spine and felt very light-headed. He looked down at his torn and dirty boxer briefs and the next thing he did just felt like the most inevitable thing in the world. He pulled at the tear in the back and ripped it further open. Then he grabbed at the fly-front and pulled it apart until all the fabric in front started to tear. Then he found a little weakness in the seam of the waistband and pulled at that till he had a tear. He kept pulling until he had the waistband completely separated. It was still around his waist but the rest of what remained of his boxers was in his left hand. He started ripping it, then continued tearing it into smaller and smaller pieces as he stepped over to the trashcan and dropped them all in. Then he pulled the waistband up over his tummy and torso till it hung around his neck. He looked over at the bearded man., who just laughed and said "don't stop now!" "Aaaw-keeeh" He was trying to say OK, but barely coughed out a response. He as on some kind of adrenaline high and could barely talk. He reached to the front of his tank top with both hands and ripped it down the middle, just like he did before with the other shirt. He felt his navel and his nipples exposed to the air and this excited him. He completed ripped off the shirt and set about pulling it apart into small pieces of fabric. He tossed them in the trashcan like he had done with the underpants. "What are you doing?" The big man practically screamed at him. "You said don't stop now, so I kept going." "I meant to get that thing off from around your neck. Come here, you." "Oh." He reddened all over. He was now wearing nothing but a tiny bikini brief, that funny elastic around his neck and his sneakers and socks. He was a good forty minute walk back to his clothes. He saw the big man step closer, grab the elastic band and pull his head toward him. Then felt his big arms around him in a warm embrace. He rested his head on the shoulder of the big man, who then gently pulled the band over his head and tossed it in the trash. "Glad you didn't litter, so I won't litter either." They both laughed. Now they both looked at something they had been avoiding, Each man saw the other's swelling hard-on. The big man's was less obvious, hidden under his clothes, but was clearly there. There was no hiding the hard-on in the bikini brief. The shaft was setting up an obvious tenting. "I kind of liked that thing around your neck, though, to pull on, but I'll just have to improvise without it. " He pulled him closer by the chin and planted a big kiss on his lips. Then he unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his long firm shaft. Soon that shaft was getting sucked and then the big man gently pulled down the front of the brief and returned the favor. "Wow, this is making me so hot. that all I have left are these tiny briefs and I got a long walk back to my clothes, and I just couldn't help ripping them off and." The big man cut him off with another kiss. "You liked being pulled around by that elastic thing around your neck didn't you," he said almost hissing with passion. "Yeah, I liked ripping off my clothes and wearing shreds around my neck, till I'm almost naked out here on the end of the island. You've seen me go from five layers of clothes down to these skimpy briefs that leave most of my ass uncovered, and now my hard-on practically hanging out in the fresh air." As he said this, he felt a warm load come spurting out of the big man and spread over his belly. It began sliding and dripping down his shaft still pulsating and being barely held in those briefs. "Yeah, let me wear your man juice on me. That's all I need to wear, I don't care that I've ripped off and destroyed my clothes as long as I can wear your warm seed on my bare body." He felt the bearded man turning him around and he allowed himself to fall back, letting the big man hold him and kiss him from behind. He felt his nipples being tickled and teased, and big strong hands moving all over his body. The big man finally spoke. "Yeah, you need something around your neck again, so I can pull on you and hold you while you totally lose it and go over the edge. I know just where to get that." With that he reached down and ripped apart the bikini briefs from the front, continuing to rip down and around to the back. With them freed up now, he pulled the ragged remnants up over the belly, over the engorged nipples and up to the neck. He pulled back on it, bringing their two necks together "Oh yeah, that's it. Just strip me of my last shred of clothing, just turn it into a rag to hand around my neck and drag me around. Oh year, now I've got to walk all the back across the island with my bare ass and my bare nipples and my shaft and balls hanging out and your man juice drying on my belly. Oh yeah, that's good, just rub your own juice from my belly onto my shaft to get me all lubed. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah." A spasm went throughout his body and he felt rope after rope of his own hot seed come shooting out onto the quiet sand of the beach. The two of them walked down to the river and splashed some water to clean themselves off. The big man put back his equipment and zipped up. He smiled and said, "come on, we got a long walk ahead and I think you're going to need me!