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I’ve always had a love of the great outdoors, to be away from the hustle and bustle of frenetic, yet mundane everyday life. I’ve always felt a need to be connected with nature, free from the burden of trivial affairs.
Way back, in my late teens I loved to walk through fields and woods near to my home. I felt at peace in this quiet, welcoming place. It was mine – where I belonged.

It was a warm, fresh summer day. Sixth form had broken up for the long holidays, all was well. I made my way across the fields, through long grass to the edge of the woods. I sat on the overturned trunk of a tree long fallen in some distant storm - my favourite spot. I often sat here and sketched but today I had come empty-handed. I soaked up the silence, punctuated only by the occasional bird chatter or rhythmic chirping of grasshoppers.

Suddenly, I had an urge, something primal – something right. My belly was tingling with excitement, an atavistic need was waking within me. I had felt this before. ‘No! This is too risky, I’m so close to home. I know what I want to do, but what if I get caught?’ That very thought made every nerve ending tingle. It was scary but so exciting. ‘Stop thinking and just BE’.

Before reason could triumph, I started to undress. My hands trembled, fumbling at the buttons on my jeans. ‘Better leave my trainers on’, I thought almost laughing out loud, ‘Always the practical one’.
I suppose I’d always wanted to do this but now, here I was, actually doing it. I gathered up my clothes, tucked them under my arm and walked, just as I always did – but this time it was complete. I walked, then I ran; the breeze flowing over my skin, caressing, soothing and inviting. Through the woods and into the meadows, the long grass teasing my loins, sending prickling waves along my body.

All too soon I knew I had to leave. Getting dressed again, I felt a little sadness and reluctance and yet, I knew I would return.

I did return, too. On warm days when my friends were going off to the beach or to the park to play football or cricket, I made my excuses, “Need to get on with my Biology project for Sixth Form”. At least it sounded convincing to me.

In the middle of the holidays the weather turned cooler and wet. My frustration and disappointment grew. I had never paid so much attention to the weather forecast before. Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, the recalcitrant low pressure area was squeezed out and banished to the north. The sun made it’s victorious return. It was time for mine.

I made my way to my favourite spot. My heart was heavy, as everywhere I looked, it was wet and muddy. Suddenly the weight evaporated and then my heart soared “Oh fuck it! YES!” I shouted, quickly undressed and ran into my kingdom. I threw myself headlong into pools of mud and rolled, scooping up handfuls, throwing them into the air and enjoying the cool, thick mud as it slapped against my body. ‘If this is insanity then bring it on!’ ‘I’m free’.

They say everything has its price, of course I learned this as I pondered how I’d get home looking like this. Fortunately there was a shallow pool beyond the woods which afforded me a rudimentary and cold bath. It’d have to do. I put my dry clean clothes over my cold, shivering skin and sneaked off home for a proper clean up.

I never got the chance to repeat my sludgy escapade as it soon dried up but I returned a few times to enjoy my freedom and connect with nature again.

July faded into August, the holidays were slipping away – just a week left. It would soon be growing cooler and the languid torpor of summer would be brushed aside by the piles of homework, frenzied deadlines and routine of term time.

I wanted one last outing into my secret world, a chance to say ‘au revoir’, ‘see you next summer. I won’t forget you, I promise’. It was both sad and joyous; I was leaving it behind for a time but I had finally found the courage to be me.

I was emerging from the woods and into the bright, warm late afternoon sunshine when, ‘NO! Oh sh sh sh shit!’ I heard it, a definite rustling and cracking of twigs at the edge of the woods off to my right. I ducked down amongst the grass, cringing as I realised I must have been making a similar noise. The sound of thrashing leaves was soon joined by voices. Two female voices, no doubt about it. I held my breath and kept deathly still.

I was trembling, my heart was beating hard against my ribs - I was afraid the intruders would hear it. God! I hoped they hadn’t heard anything. I was terrified but, at the same time, getting high on the adrenaline rush.

“We know you’re there. Who is it? Show yourself.” My heart skipped several beats, the world shifted and tilted. They had heard me, but had they seen anything? What was worse, though, I knew who it was. Oh bollocks! It was the girl who lived a few doors up from me, Lisa and her best friend, Fiona. I never saw them around much. What the hell were they doing here?

I tried to calculate my chances; should I duck and run like hell or try to keep down and dress quickly? I opted for the latter. Big mistake! I thrashed frantically around in the grass, I couldn’t get my damned leg in my jeans I tugged at it but my foot was wedged at an angle. ‘Oh damn, I’ve got trainers on.’ I gave up in defeat.

“Ha ha ha! Fucking hell! I don’t believe it. You fucking perv!” As I glanced up, there they were, almost doubled with laughter. “So this is what you get up to. Thought you were a swot, never left the house.” I felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world. ‘I’m finished now, what am I going to do?’ I thought.

“Come on, then. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Lisa giggled. She was enjoying herself. I had pulled my knees up to my chest and was hugging them protectively. “Ha ha, don’t be shy. Have you got one?” My throat felt dry and cracked, I couldn’t issue a sound. “Well, just wait till we tell everyone about this. You’ll never live it down – and if your parents find out...” This sent them into waves of hysterics. ‘Think, THINK! Will anyone believe them? There’ll be no proof’. Before I realised what was happening Lisa grabbed the bottom of my jeans and pulled at them freeing them from my foot; Fiona quickly snatched up the rest of my clothes.
Lisa was grinning broadly, “Tell you what, if you do what we tell you, you can have your clothes back and we might just make this our little secret. How about it, baby?” I was trapped, it seemed like the only way out. I just wanted to go home, curl up and die. “Ok, then. What do you want?”

“First, stand up. Come on, then.” I turned my back towards them and rose, unsteadily. Hopefully, I would get away with flashing my butt. The laughter started again. “Not a bad arse, what’d ya reckon, Lisa?” “Needs a good caning.” “Come on, turn round. We want to see what kind of dick you’ve got – or the deal is off.” I turned – my hands at my groin, desperately trying to protect my modesty. I was so ashamed and embarrassed. My face was flushed and burning red. Surely this had gone far enough. “Show us, then. Move your hands. Put them behind your head.” I felt scared and confused. This must be a dream. This doesn’t happen in reality. “All right, suit yourself..” Fiona was threatening, mocking. I slowly raised my hands. I was light-headed, I thought I was going to faint.

The two went into raptures of laughter. “Oh my God! How old are you? You’ve got no pubes!” Oh Christ! I’d shaved my groin and balls. I’d seen it in a porno mag and thought it looked cool, kinky even. Back then, it wasn’t the fashion to shave. They turned to each other, giggling, “He’s shaved it!” “You ARE a fucking pervert.” “Hey Lisa, you can see his balls dangling, though. They look heavy.” Lisa smirked, stepped a little closer and crouched down to get a better look. “Open your legs a bit and jump up and down.” Fiona was impressed, “Oh yes!” I knew better by now, so I just complied. I could feel my cock flapping up and down as I jumped, balls bouncing, slapping against my inner thigh sending bolts of pain through my body. My head was rushing and about to burst. Two pairs of eyes were glued to my groin, studying, assessing, judging. They had fallen silent and were watching, wide-eyed.

I eventually came to a stop. My balls were aching. ‘Please let this be over’, I pleaded silently. “Oh, holy shit! Look at that.” Murmured Lisa. She was staring between my legs, transfixed. I Looked down. My body – a Judas! – it had betrayed me. I had grown rock hard. So hard it was almost painful. I’d never had an erection like this before. My cock was pointing, like an accusatory finger, straight at Lisa. Could she also see the glistening droplet at its end? After a silence that seemed like it would never end, Lisa finally smiled, “Is that what you get up to here? A crafty wank, eh?” “I tried to set the record straight, “No, I, I..” I stuttered. I couldn’t get the words out.

“Ok, fine. Don’t let us stop you. Carry on, we can all watch you having a wank.” They both sat and made a big show of making themselves comfortable. “Ok, we’re ready when you are. This should be interesting... ...Well?” I looked down again, hoping I had gone limp but my member was red and even more swollen. I took it in my hand and gently started massaging, up and down. They were watching, intently, anticipation on their faces. ‘Entertain me’, their faces said. I had hardly noticed I’d started stroking faster. Strange and exciting waves were washing over me. ‘No no, this is hot, it’s the end of the world, can’t stop now.’ I was almost too afraid to admit to myself that I was enjoying it. Every part of me was alive with electric current. I had virtually forgotten my teasing audience, they were receding, merely bit players in the orgasmic opera to end the world.

I was an express train, rushing towards its destination - or collision? This was the point of no return. I groaned loudly, threw back my head and felt my abdomen contract as my load ejected, out in a white arc. I heard gasps. I felt another jolt and spurted again. Then, it was over. I was panting, flushed and exhausted. “Well, fuck me, you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” “Yes”, I panted. My cock was growing softer, cum was still oozing from its tip. The embarrassment returned.

“Can I have my clothes now?” I begged. “Ok. But remember, We have lots to tell people. If you want to stop the gossip you’ll keep on doing as we say.” It wasn’t a question. They had me. “Ok, I will”, I conceded. “Here you are then.” With that, Lisa threw my clothes towards the woods, my pants and T-shirt caught on high branches. “We’re off. Glad we bumped into you today. Funny what you see if you go down to the woods.” They turned and walked off in the direction of home, giggling and chatting. Could I trust them? My life was going to be different, that much was certain. I wiped my hands on the grass and went to retrieve my clothes.