The Trail
By Steve
Fueled by a joint and a glass of good malt whiskey, I headed off for my favorite trail. When I feel like showing off, I usually only wear my worn 501 cutoff's.
And that's exactly how I felt tonight.
I took the usual route around the Seven-Eleven. The trail began not too far from there.
It was a moonlit night and cool enough for my nipples to stand erect, even though the ground was still warm under my feet. I love nights like this.
Smoking a cigarette en route, I wondered whether or not I would be able to do what I wanted. But I knew I'd be pissed off if I didn't try. By the time I got to the head of the trail, I had decided to go for it.
Just a few steps into the woods, I unbuttoned my cutoffs and left them beside a tree. Feeling fully liberated, I started down the well-traveled trail buck naked, scared, and excited. My cock was pretty hard when I dropped my shorts, but as I continued to walk, I kind of lost it.
Just short of my destination, sounds made me stop in my tracks. Focusing, I saw movement about twenty feet off the trail. From what I could hear, I guessed they had to be a couple of kids, exploring their youthful sexuality.
I could see the length of a boy's naked body humping away between a pair of raised bent knees.
My erection returned big-time as I stood silently and watched. Balanced on his hands and toes, the boy fucked with varied pace. As his leg muscles worked, his back continued to flex and his cute ass to sway. I knew they were well on their way when I saw the girl's legs wrap around his waist. Dick in hand, I stayed for a few more minutes, enjoying the sights and sounds of their pleasure.
I arrived at my favorite spot horny and rock hard.
This is where I frequently come to sunbathe. I love the view over the valley. The river is far below, and I barely hear its rushing.
My favorite sunbathing rock was still warm from the day's heat and felt good when I made myself comfortable on it.
I listened to the continued rustling in the leaves behind me--the kids in the throes of lovemaking.
Their occasional grunting excited me even more.
Lying on my rock, I stared at the moon and stroked my cock. Masturbating in the great outdoor--bathed in the pale moonlight, high above the rapids below--felt unimaginably thrilling and peaceful at the same time.
I heard the rustling behind me grow faster and knew the kids had reached their peak. But I certainly was in no hurry. I stroked my excitement to the edge and held it there. With young orgasm still ringing in my ears, my fingers continued probing my balls, my asshole, and my shaft. I was determined to hold myself at the exquisite edge for as long as I could.
Lostin my thoughts, suddenly I sensed a presence. Oddly, it didn't seem to matter. I opened my eyes slowly to find the young couple standing only a few feet away, watching.
I studied them briefly. The girl was a neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter. Her hair was tangled around her face. Her breasts were quite lovely, with dark, erect nipples. I didn't know the boy. He was a cute kid, about the same age I guessed. Short black hair. Thin, but a little developed in the chest and arms, and especially the legs. He was just a little hairy, with a dark line of hair going down his abdomen to his ample pubic bush. His dick was long and a little thick. It was also a little hard again.
Our eyes locked as he grabbed his girlfriend's wrist and guided her hand to his dick. Somehow, none of us seemed to be feeling awkward.
The girl fondled his growing dick for a moment, then slowly turned and kneeled in front of him. When she took him in her mouth, he gave me a smile so faint that I couldn't even be sure.
With his eyes focused on me, he grabbed her head in both hands. She sucked him while I continued to masturbate.
The excitement grew intense quickly, neither of us taking his eyes off the other. I knew his balls were just as ready to explode as mine were. With synchronized pace, the girl jacked his dick faster with her mouth while I jacked mine with my hand.
This time, there was no mistaking of his smile--his signal. Suddenly his young body began to buck over her, grunting, pumping hard.
My first shot went straight up. My toes curled, my knees squeezed back and forth, and my ass clenched mightily with the release. Keeping my eyes glued on them, I shot the rest of my load over my torso, as high as my shoulders, in long stringy spurts. Then I went completely limp.
When I opened my eyes again, they were already walking away. As if sensing me, my neighbor suddenly turned and smiled. Then giggling, she gave me a wave of her fingers and turned back to her boyfriend.
I don't know how much longer I lay there staring at the moon, listening to the river in the quiet of the wilderness. Nothing could compare to the peace I felt.
Well, maybe the intensity and the satisfaction of the orgasm I had just experienced. Yes, I definitely had to do this more often.
On my way back, I picked up my cutoffs, but decided to really be daring and went naked.
Exhilarated, I broke into a sprint and ran around the Seven-Eleven, my cock flopping wildly.
Reaching my street, I slowed to a walk. As I passed my neighbor's house, I saw the lovebirds making out on her porch, dressed but for their shoes.
I felt the blood flowing back into my spent cock and found myself rushing home. I knew sleep would be impossible without another wank.
The kids and I continue to meet at our spot often, but we never speak. In the great outdoors, bathed in the pale moonlight, high above the rapids below, silently, we watch and listen and take our pleasures.