Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2001 13:52:38
From: Mark Smith <condor100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barefoot Island

This story is completely true.

I was up in Minnesota on a fishing trip this past summer.
Normally, there are 4 guys that go, but due to a variety of
circumstances, only my Dad and I were able to make it.  It was a
hot summer up there and we did our normal fishing thing.  One
afternoon, Dad decided to take a nap and I figured it might be a
fun idea to take a small trip in the fishing boat.  I started
getting a bit excited about the prospect of going out to a
neighboring island, strip naked, and get some relief.  It was
about three days since I had my last orgasm and I was ready to go.
There really were no female prospects, and even if there were, it
would work out well with Dad there.  I decided to change from long
to short pants due to the heat.  Now I personally can't stand what
is being passed off as short pants these days.  Any baggy pants
that go to your knees are not shorts in my eye.  I picked up a
couple of pair of Levi's shorts before the trip and had a girl at
work shorten them by 4 inches.  Like I said, I like my shorts
short!  I went to the room, slipped on my yellow speedo bathing
suit, put them on and looked at myself it the mirror.  While I am
38, I look like 25.  I have an excellent build and a full body
tan.  I looked hot and figured this is going to be fun.  My heart
raced with the thought of being on the island again.  I put on my
shoes and shirt, tossed on a hat and headed for the boat.  It was
really hot out, probably about 90 degrees.  Once I got out in the
lake, the breeze cooled things off a bit.  The sun was out and the
sky was absolutely clear - you couldnt ask for a better day.

The island was about 3 miles from the camp.  It is actually one in
a series of three islands and is the smallest of the three.   I
started up the motor and headed out.  About 15 minutes later, I
arrived at the island.  This island is about 100 yards wide and
about 100 yards long - very small and very private.  As I pulled
up to the island, my thoughts went back to an encounter I had
there earlier in the week.  I decided to motor around the island
before landing to make sure there were no other visitors.  After
circling around the island, I landed the boat on the beach, tossed
out the anchor, and jumped out.  I decided to explore this little
island just to make sure that I was alone.   I took a whole 5
minutes to walk down the 2 trails to verify that no one was
around.  I then went back to the boat, took a drink of soda and
got ready for my fun.  I slipped off my shirt, shoes and socks.
It felt fantastic when my feet hit the sand.  I took my digital
camera, sat it on a stump, and took a few pics of myself in my
yellow speedo.  I then wrapped the camera back up and put it back
in the boat.  Now for the fun!

The ground was cool as a I walked barefooted toward the trails.
There was a area where previous visitors has made a campfire.  I
couldn't help resist walking through the back soot - it felt so
good having the cool black ash underfoot.  The air was still as I
made my way up the trail.  I had brought a towel to lay on and
found a great spot.  I spread the towel at the edge of a drop off,
slipped off my speedo, and laid on the towel with my feet hanging
over the edge of the drop-off.  The wind slowly blew off the lake,
between my toes, and over my body.  I then started stroking myself
until I was stiff as a board.  The smell of the lake, the breeze,
the sun - all contributed to my fun.  It didn't take long before
precum was dripping out.  I stopped stroking and played with the
juicy fluid for a few seconds.  I couldn't take it any long and
began masturbating again.  Faster and faster until I felt my cock
started filling up with fluid.  I held on as long as I could
before I came.  One, two, three, four, then five squirts of hot
milky fluid all over my chest.  I kept stroking until every drop
came out.  A took a deep breath and looked for some leaves to wipe
myself off.  Once clean, I put my speedo back on and headed for
the boat.  Once I got to the beach, I walked in about six inches
of water to clean my feet and splashed some of the cold water on
my chest to clean up the dried remains of my cum.  I then got
dressed, jumped in the boat and backed out.  I looked back at the
island, glad that I came again to this island, but hoping to have
bumped into Chris again - a guy that I met on this island a couple
of days before.  That, however, is a different story.