Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 06:13:22 EDT
From: Intelli727@aol.com
Subject: Out in a Field on a Rainy Summer Day

The following is an actual occurrence. However, the names and places have
been changed to protect privacy and to prevent the discovery of the
special skinnydipping hole that if disclosed would provoke unsolicited
scrutiny from law enforcement, religious zealots, and result in closing
down the site.

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A warm, steamy rain falls across the Ozarks. Ordinarily on a late-July
afternoon, the most frequented "skinnydipping hole," East Fork, would be
the destination for dozens of guys from throughout the region for a quick
swim clothes-free. Young farmers who need an afternoon break to cool off
from hayin', college students who skip class just to frolic and maybe
fuck to relieve stress, and other males from every walk of life. Not only
is East Fork a great skinnydipping attraction with its deep, clear pools,
overhanging bluffs, unusual rock formations, and giant hardwoods, it is
the gathering spot for males looking to hook-up outdoors.

Yes, right out in the open! Butt-fucking never felt so good. Something
about doing it under the open sky brings out the animal in males -- where
breaking the rules activates more excitement when in the presence of
wilderness and pure sunlight. The setting confirms no shame in
participants and enhances pure abandonment. Exhilarating situation, to
say the least.

The July afternoon is stormy. An isolated thunderstorm sneaks up on me as
I wind my way down the rough gravel road to the river and East Fork.
Clouds cover Pinnacle Mountain which shadows the valley and swimming hole
below. My desire to get away from work for an afternoon skinnydip
overpowers any reluctance due to weather conditions. After all, it's just
a summer rain.

I hop over the barbed-wire fence near the locked gate to make the
mile-long trek through the farmer's field. I see no other vehicle parked
along the road. "Nobody could be as devoted a nudist as I am," I brag to
myself.

I can smell the warm summer rain approaching; then I hear its raindrops
making music on treetops and blades of grass. I am alone with nature. I
breathe the air in shear pleasure.

"Why bother wearing clothes?" I ask. I head back to the car, quickly
strip off my jeans and shirt and pack them neatly in the trunk. Shoes
too. I don't want anything to come between me and nature. Besides,
there's no one around to notice, right?

I return to the field, and then begin running as the rain showers my
naked body. It's only a mile through two fields and woods. Excellent
trail to run.

From a distance I surprisingly notice another guy running naked. I'm
shocked; thought I had a monopoly on the concept. I stop and wait for the
naked dude to catch up. His form gets clearer as he draws near. The
physique of a college-age male. Probably on the track team. In his
early-20s, I guess. I'm over-the-hill, 32. No biggee, 'cause I'm in
excellent shape too and can outrun, outdistance most of them.

He smiles as he approaches. "Couldn't wait to get out of your clothes
either, hey?" he laughs.

"Yeah. Might as well pack them in the car since they're gonna get wet
anyhow. What's the difference between getting wet in the river and
getting rained on?"

We both chuckle.

We make introductions. "My name's Derek; what's yours?" He replies,
"Dennis." We shake hands. I'm still not sure he's gay, because a lot of
straight guys visit East Fork to skinnydip too. Dennis has a deep voice
and masculine traits; I have no clue.

I then notice his long uncut dick. Well, I had noticed it some --
bouncing back & forth -- as he was running down the trail, but now I have
a better view. It's gorgeous and humongous. His ball-sack hangs far below
his penis where two large balls are enhanced by gravity. Dennis notices
that I notice. He grins. He's got that ornery look with dimples,
strawberry blonde, athletic build. He too has left his shoes behind.
There is absolutely no encumbrance, no separation between us and nature.
That's the fact I love. Must have been his drive too.

"Hey, how 'bout us having a contest? I see you're a runner and so am I.
So, let's see who can run the fields the quickest. Winner takes all,"
Dennis suggests.

"What does 'takes all' mean?" I ask with a puzzled, half-knowing look.

"I mean whatever the winner wants at the end of the trail that won't cost
anything and won't hurt anybody," replies Dennis.

I almost can catch the meaning but dare not ask. Then I think what I want
out of Dennis, but what if he's straight? I assume I can whip his ass in
a race. I'm presumptuous on that count. But to ask him to suck me off?

So we walk in the steady, warm rain back to the fence where we begin the
race. I call out, "Ready, set, GO!" We both take off like two Olympians.
Naked like them too.

It's a slippery racetrack. For the first leg of the trip, I'm ahead. In
fact, I beat him to the second field. A line of trees and gully separates
the two hayfields. Before I know it, Dennis outpaces me. He's a pro, I
belatedly calculate. I watch Dennis' ass ahead of me; it's about as good
as the frontal view. A toss-up, so to speak. He's got an over-all tan
just like me indicating that he tans nude often. I about lose
concentration thinking of his overall beauty and great personality.

Dennis reaches the end of the second field. He bends, positioning his
arms on his legs in reprieve. Ten seconds later I arrive.

Dennis just grins at me. We wait a couple of minutes to rest. Without
saying a word, he grasps my hand and escorts me back to the middle of the
second field. The rain is heavier now; the grass slippery beneath our
feet. Feels great.

Dennis whispers in my ear, "I want to wrestle you now in the grass, and
after we're through I want to fuck you right out in the open, I don't
care if anybody's looking."

I honestly love that idea but don't say a word. As loser, I simply
comply. I'm a good sportsman.

He suddenly tackles me to the ground. We laugh. The rain feels good on
our hot bodies. We slide all over the grass. Dennis gets a lock on my
head, then releases me. I get a vice-grip on his torso between my legs.
His body feels great as we twist and turn, rolling in the grass. We both
now sport throbbing hardons. I'm in heaven.

Finally, Dennis throws me over on my stomach and commands, "Assume
position, bitch!" I gladly accommodate by lifting my butt up in the air.
With his fingers Dennis rubs rainwater up my ass, then spits in his hand
and plows deeper.

Then he takes the plunge. At first I let out a yell of pain which turns
to a grunt of pleasure. He allows his tool to rest in me for a few
seconds while I get used to it. Then he starts humping me like a dog,
pulls all the way out, then rams it in deeper each time. I feel his big
balls bouncing against my lower backside. I start laughing; he does too.
Two male animals connected.

The thought we're out in some farmer's field doing to each other what
farm animals do all the time out in the open with no shame is exciting to
me. Probably Dennis too. It's far better than the usual fuck behind
closed doors. Nothing artificial about it. We're animals for the day and
would like to be that way permanently if it weren't for society or
civilization or religion.

Dennis is on my back for at least 15 minutes pounding away. I don't know
how many thrusts that involves, but plenty! Powerful too. I feel him
draining the strength out of me. Two athletic guys can work out a long
time, you know. And what a work-out!

All of a sudden I feel his body tense up. His leg muscles tighten as he
lets out a loud groan. I realize it's about to spray. He jams his cock
into me all the way; feels like it's reaching my stomach. Then I feel it
pulsating inside me and I can feel his hot jizm bathe me in spasms deep
inside like the warm rain showering me outside. Almost simultaneously, I
shoot my cream all over the grass.

He leaves his shaft parked inside me some time -- the pleasure is so
intense. He reaches around and gently kisses me. Our tongues lock in
passion. Gradually he withdraws. His sweet manjuice slowly dribbles out
my hole. Then he amazes me by laying beside me and licking my cum off the
grass and leaves. Obviously he has acquired a taste for semen; so much
that he's a cumaholic! There's no doubt now about his sexuality. I just
had a hard time making a determination by his masculine features.

This is one of the best experiences in life. It's not a fantasy. I shall
never forget that warm summer day in the rain near my favorite swimming
hole where I had my hole plowed by a great looking guy.

I saw Dennis a few times afterward before he moved to Chapel Hill to
accept a teaching and coaching job. He frequented East Fork, ran naked
through the fields, and despised clothes with a passion -- same as I do.
And he always displayed that jovial nature, joking and laughing all the
time. He carried no guilt about being gay. In fact, he was proud of it.
He embraced himself in life, never mired with burdensome regrets. Thus,
he succeeded.

The little field in the Ozarks is a shrine of remembrance to me and
Dennis. The natural in the au natural can't be beat. That was one of the
best fucks I ever experienced.

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Derek Hammil