FOREST WALKS

I like walking in the forest. Of course, there's nothing unusual about that at first glance. But I like to take my walks naked. And that might surprise some people. But not naturists, which is what I consider myself. For them, it's a normal way of behaving and spending leisure time.

But I don't like crowds. So I prefer to walk alone. Of course, if I had a friend with whom I could take such walks, I would be happy. But, unfortunately, I don't have such a friend. So I walk alone.

I don't go to nudist beaches for two reasons. First, there's a possibility of running into someone I know, and that's the best

topic for conversations and gossip. And second, in my opinion, my cock and balls are too big and that attracts attention to me.

It was later that I realized that having such genitals is a gift from nature. But in my youth, I was embarrassed by it, because other guys had cocks of normal sizes, or so it seemed to me.

To go for a walk in the forest, you don't need to go to the middle of nowhere. I would get off at the third stop called "Brick Factory." The factory and the factory settlement were to the right, two kilometers from the railway platform. I would turn left and, after crossing the railway tracks, head into the forest, which started right behind them.

After walking no more than five hundred meters, I undressed and put my shorts and T-shirt in a small backpack, leaving only my baseball cap and sneakers on.

Slinging the backpack over my shoulders, I headed deeper into the forest, walking along a barely noticeable path. Usually, I would go to the river, which is about five kilometers away, then walk along the shore to a small sandy beach and settle down there – swimming and sunbathing.

About fifteen minutes into the walk, I get an erection from the feeling of being naked, and it lasts for quite a while.

Seeing a scene of gay love, I got even more aroused and, reaching the nearest log, sat down on it and jerked off furiously. I'm not gay. And I haven't had a single sexual act in my life yet, neither with a girl nor with a guy. I'm probably the only virgin of the twenty-first century. That's just how it turned out.

True, at home, when I'm alone, I conduct various sexual experiments. Besides regular masturbation, I like anal masturbation, when with the help of a dildo, a cucumber, or another suitable object, I massage my prostate gland and as a result, I ejaculate.

But at the same time, I never indulged in the dream of having sex with a guy. I wouldn't refuse a girl, but due to some psychological reasons, I was afraid of them and therefore didn't take any steps to get to know them closely.

I've been walking for half an hour now. My cock is standing vertically, and pre-cum is dripping from it in a thin string. So I'm looking for a suitable place to take a break. A small boulder covered with moss is a perfectly suitable place. Taking off my backpack, I sit on the boulder and start masturbating, sometimes licking the pre-cum off my fingers.

After about five to seven minutes, I cum on the grass and, squeezing out the last drops with my fingers, lick them off. I like the taste of my sperm, and I often, lying on my back and raising my legs, cum into my mouth. I take tissues out of my backpack pocket and wipe my cock and fingers with them. Then I light a cigarette and, enjoying the fragrant smoke, rest.

Halfway to the river is left, and I continue my walk. Of course, after relaxing, I want to lie down, but I have to walk, as there are no clearings with grass in sight. I'll lie on the sand by the water, but a bit later, I still have to get there.

Soon there will be an intersection of two paths. Last year at this forest crossroads, I met two cyclists – a guy and a girl. They were also naked. Seeing me, they stopped, and we even chatted a bit, not embarrassed by each other.

I noticed how the guy threw an envious glance at my equipment, and the girl looked at me with interest.

The crossroads was left behind. This time, I didn't meet anyone there. The river is already close. Sunlight glints on the water are already visible through the tree trunks. And even the cries of river gulls can be heard.

The path went downhill. No more than a hundred meters to the river. Here among the boulders, there is a spring. I get on my knees and greedily drink the cold water.

Then for a minute, I pondered whether to freshen up in the river here or go to my favorite spot. Common sense won, and I headed along the shore to my beach.

Climbing onto the boulder, behind which my beach began, I surveyed the surroundings and with horror discovered that someone was already at my spot.

Damn! I've only seen this on the internet. I didn't expect to see this here. Well, I'll be damned!

From observing such a scene, my cock instantly rose, my balls pressed against the base, and my lower abdomen filled with heaviness.

The guy, in all likelihood, came in his mouth and released his cock from it. Suddenly, he instantly got to his feet, despite the intricate pose he was in before, and turned in my direction.

Apparently, he felt my intense gaze on him and realized he wasn't alone here. For a while, we were silent, looking and examining each other. He was no older than me or, at least, not more than a year older. Quite handsome, of average height with a good figure, dark and not long hair. His cock was still standing, but before my eyes, it began to wilt a little. The length was average, no more than 16 centimeters, it seemed to me. The hair on his pubis was shaved, but there were dark hairs on his chest, as well as on his legs.

— Hi, — he was the first to break the prolonged silence. – Why are you standing there?

— Hi. Well, I came to sunbathe, and I see the spot is taken, — I replied. – Sorry, I wasn't peeping and didn't mean to disturb you.

— Come down, — he suggested. – We can sunbathe together if you want.

I climbed down from the boulder and approached him.

— Viktor, — he introduced himself and extended his hand.

— Yaroslav, you can just call me Yarik, — I responded to the handshake.

— You have a nice cock, Yarik, — said Viktor. – And how long has it been hard?

— Since I saw you, — I answered, embarrassed. – Sorry. But overall, you're really good at that, — I remarked. – You're flexible, like a gymnast.

— With a cock like yours, it could work too. You just need to train and stretch. Come on, let's sit.

I took a towel out of my backpack, spread it next to Viktor's towel, and sat down. My erection wasn't going away, and I tried to hide my cock between my knees.

— Yarik, maybe you should jerk off so you don't suffer, — Viktor suggested.

— I like it when I'm hard, — I replied. – I can jerk off a bit later. But for now, let's go for a swim, — I suggested. – The erection will go down on its own in the water.

— Let's do it, — he agreed. – Just let me take a picture of your cock with my phone while it's hard. It's really awesome. – I didn't object.

Viktor took out his cell phone and asked me to stand up. He took several pictures and showed them to me so I could see that my face wasn't in the photos.

— I hope you'll let me take a picture of you when you're sucking yourself off again? – I asked as we stood up and went to the water. Viktor nodded.

We didn't swim for long, as the water wasn't warm enough yet. Returning to the shore, we sat back down on the towels. I lit a cigarette, and Viktor declined.

— What, did you stop shaving your hair? – Viktor asked, pointing to my pubic area.

I periodically shave the hair in my intimate area. It's just that a week's worth of "stubble" had already appeared.

— I shave regularly, but I like this kind of light stubble, — I explained.

— Yarik, sorry, of course, for the question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But what are your relationships with boys like? – Viktor asked.

It's easier to talk about intimate topics with strangers or people you barely know than with friends. If a friend from college had asked me such a question, I would have told him to go to hell.

— None, — I admitted honestly.

— What, hasn't the opportunity presented itself, or are you homophobic?

— I'm neutral about it, — I replied. – And the opportunity really hasn't presented itself yet.

— I see. And if it did present itself, would you take it?

— I don't know. I haven't really thought about it.

Viktor was apparently puzzled by my answer. He clearly expected something from me, but he wasn't saying what yet. Deciding to wait and see what actions Viktor would take, I lay down on the towel, stretching out my legs and exposing my body to the sun's rays.

Viktor also lay down, but he was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, and looking at me. After a while, with his free hand, he took my cock and started playing with it, uncovering and covering the head.

— Vitya, I'm going to get hard now, — I warned him.

— So what. That's what it's made for, — he replied and continued his business.

The erection didn't keep me waiting long, and soon my rod filled with blood, hardened, and at a 45-degree angle to my stomach, the head was looking at me.

Apparently, the fact that I didn't hinder Viktor's actions gave him confidence and courage. He bent his head and started running his tongue along the entire length of my shaft, then took the head of my cock into his mouth and began sucking it. I started shaking as if with a fever. For the first time, a guy took my cock in his mouth. God, how wonderful and pleasant it is! Waves of desire to cum washed over me, but I tried to hold back to prolong the pleasure Viktor was giving me.

Finally, my body no longer wanted to endure such torture, and my cock discharged with three bursts into Viktor's mouth. At the same time, I was shaking as if with epilepsy, my lower abdomen was convulsively clenching, and I was making some kind of moans. Viktor couldn't swallow everything, and some of the semen leaked onto my pubic area. He diligently licked off all the drops with his tongue and, pleased with himself and his actions, lay on his back.

I was in some kind of stupor. Closing my eyes and relaxing all my limbs, I was in a daze. But my phallus didn't lose its hardness and was still twitching.

Calming down, I reached for the cigarettes and lit one.

— So how are you? – Viktor asked. – Did you like it?

— Yes, thank you. Everything was magnificent, — I replied.

— I understand that expecting reciprocity right now would be foolish. But I want to hope for mutual understanding.

— Do you want me to jerk you off? – I offered as a ransom.

— Not now. We'll see later. Let's go for a swim instead.

— Agreed. But first, I need to take a leak, — I said and, standing up, headed towards the bushes.

Viktor followed me, saying he also felt like urinating. We stood next to each other. Viktor took my cock in his hand and aimed it at the bushes. I had to do the same. And we let out streams that crossed each other crosswise.

Soon Viktor's source dried up, and he aimed my cock, which was still releasing excess moisture from my body, at himself. More precisely – at his genitals. Thus, involuntarily, I started urinating on Viktor. I know there are fans of the Golden Shower, but I was encountering such a fan for the first time and tried not to show my surprise.

When I finished peeing, Viktor released my cock, and we went for a swim. After swimming, standing in the breeze and drying off, I asked Viktor how he knew about this place.

— I was here for the first time last year with my brother, — he replied.

— And why didn't your brother come today?

— He got drafted into the army. Right now, as they say, he's not up for the beach. – I nodded, indicating I understood him perfectly.

— Well, Yarik, I suggest we take advantage of the opportunity that has presented itself, — he said quietly.

— What do you mean? – I asked. Meanwhile, from Viktor's caresses, my cock was becoming heavy and filling with blood.

— I mean your cock and my ass, so you can evaluate the relationships between guys with the help of these body parts. In other words, I'm offering you to fuck.

Not knowing how to respond to such an offer, I thought. If I refuse, when might such an opportunity present itself again? And if I agree, what do I lose? Probably, I should agree. It's stupid to refuse something I've never tried in my life.

— Okay. I agree. But where?

— Right here. Just let's move off the sand and settle on that grass over there.

We moved our towels to the grass and lay down on them. Viktor immediately started with the caresses. He took my cock in his mouth and began sucking, although the organ didn't need additional stimulation, as it was already standing at full power. In principle, not knowing how to behave in such a situation, I simply stroked Viktor's shoulders and back with my hands.

— Vitya, don't get carried away, — I warned him. – Or I'll cum prematurely.

— Are you ready to enter me? – he asked.

— I think I'm ready, — I replied.

He brought his bag and took out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube. Carefully putting a condom on my shaft, Viktor applied lube to it and also lubricated his anus. Assuming a knee-elbow position and sticking out his ass, he told me to begin the assault on his hole.

Bringing the head of my cock to his wrinkled anus, I tried to quickly insert my equipment into it. Apparently, I wasn't acting carefully enough, and Viktor let out a quiet cry. I moderated my ardor and continued inserting my cock into his ass more slowly.

When my balls pressed against Viktor's body, I stopped. The tightness of his back passage gave me pleasure, and his heat sent chills through me.

— Why did you stop? – Viktor asked. – Come on, fuck me.

And I began to make back-and-forth movements with my cock. Viktor started moaning softly but was moving his ass in rhythm.

— Does it hurt, Vitya? – I asked, worried about him.

— It's fine, — he replied. –