For years my family has had a summer home in the woods of the upper peninsula of Michigan. Not too far away from the cabin runs the North Country Trail (NCT). In fact the trail almost touches the back corner of the property about Âź of a mile from the cabin.
For those of you not familiar with the North Country Trail (NCT), it is the longest hiking trail in the United States. It starts in the state of New York, ends in South Dakota and is over 4000 miles long. It isnât as strenuous as the Appellation trail but it runs through some very nice forests, which in places are very secluded. While the NCT gets its share of through hikers it doesnât get any where near the traffic of the Appellation trail.
When I was young I found out how nice it was to have a trail like this in my back yard. Our property boarders a chunk of several square miles of state and federal forest that can best be described as wilderness, no roads, no marks, no nothing except woods, woods, woods and a few small lakes. When I had just turned 11 I managed to get my self seriously lost in this chunk of land. No compass, no map, no food, no water, no sun and no idea where I was or how I was going to get home. I stumbled around for hours trying to get unlost. I knew it was all up to me to get my self out of this mess. My parents, although very loving and concerned about me knew jack shit about going into the woods. Besides, I had lied to them telling them I was going to stay with a friend that night so they could go and visit their friends. They wouldnât be back to the cabin untell noon tomorrow. At about the last possible beam of light from the sun I luckily spotted a panted blue Diamond on a tree which marked the NCT. It was a 50/50 guess as to which way to go on the trail, I gave it my best shot and with what little light I had I quickly went down the trail, hopefully toward the cabin. Actually it was an all out panic run. When the light completely ran out I thought I was done for, standing in very dark and lonely woods with nothing to do but think about how stupid I was to get into this mess. I began to realize how cold it was getting. Starting to shake from the cold I really thought I was done for when out of nowhere the moon, almost full, popped over the horizon giving me just enough light to carefully continue on down the NCT. I had guessed right and in a short time I came across familiar land marks which led me to the cabin and my clothes. Did I mention that through out this whole ordeal I was bare assed naked. Even at a young age I was a nudist at heart but just didnât know it at the time.
As I grew older I learned to use a compass, read a map and know what it took to get around in the woods with out getting lost. With a driverâs license and a car I could spend time at the cabin when I knew no one else would be there and I could run around the woods naked to my hearts content, skinny dipping when I wanted and jacking off when ever the urge came to me, which usually was quite often. All this naked running and jacking off in the woods had to be timed and coordinated with good weather and between the various hatches of blood sucking insects which could literally suck the blood right out of your cock if you blundered into the woods at the wrong time. In my spare time and also in the nude, I did trail maintenance on the NCT. Doing trail mantance in the nude gives a person a heightened awareness of doing things safely, especially when running a chain saw. I never joined the NCT association, too tight, but I unofficially adopted a section of the trail and kept it clean, clear and up to good hiking standards.
On occasion I would bring Joe (see âThe Video I and IIâ) my cock sucking buddy from work up to the cabin for a few days to do what ever we wanted. What ever we wanted usually was a cock sucking, sperm licking, jacking off, skinny dipping, running around naked, beer drinking and food eating day of fun. Occasionally we actually did some mantance on the cabin or the NCT but that was just to fill up some time while our sore come spent cocks could recover enough to come again.
Joe and I also liked to experiment sexually, nothing too extreme but exciting nonetheless. We would shave as much of our pubic hair as we thought we could get away with, tie our nuts and cocks up with various ropes so tight that our nuts and cocks were rock hard and when we came no sperm could come out of our little pee holes. We would duct tape our cocks together and have a tug of war. We would tie weights to our cocks and see how much we could lift with our sex organs. On occasion I would stick something up my ass and let Joe video tape me doing it and then film me jacking off.
I wanted to try and butt fuck Joe as I had never done that to him before. As a mater of fact I had never butt fucked any body before, try as I may the opportunity to have anal sex with any body had never presented its self. My cock and ass were still virgin to another cock or ass, except for an occasional farm animal but that doesnât really count. Joe, although he liked to suck cock and most any other sexual activity, would not have any thing to do with me playing around with his ass; he evidently had a sensitive ass. I could get him to finger my ass a little and on one occasion he was going to stick his cock up my ass. Joe has a rather short but big around cock and I, I like to think, have a rather small and delicate ass hole. Naked in the living room of the cabin, with me on my knees bent over the coffee table, with my ass in the air; with Vaseline smeared all over it and Joes rock hard cock we tried to get it up my ass. It just wouldnât go. Joe lost interest and went soft and I thought butt fucking hurt some and went to bed still a virgin.
One late winter day I went up to the cabin for a last chance to do some snow shoeing on the NCT. I discovered that a severe winter storm had crashed several large trees across the trail. It was quite clear that it was going to take a major effort and some help to get the trail open again once the snow melted. I tried to set up a time when Joe and I could go up in the spring and work on the trail but he was all booked up. I lamented my situation to some of the guys at work when low and behold Tom, a new guy at work, mentioned that he had worked on several sections of the NCT in the area where he came from. He said he was free the coming week end and would love to help.
It was with mixed feelings that I drove with Tom up to the cabin, on one hand it would be great to have experienced help with clearing the trail but on the other hand Tom knew nothing of my nude, cock sucking and jacking off past and I knew nothing about his sexual orientation so I would have to play it straight for the whole week end, bummer. It had been a very long time since I had gone to the cabin and not been naked or shot sperm.
Actually the first part of the weekend went very well even with out sperm. It became quite obvious that Tom had quite a bit of experience with clearing trees from a trail with chain saw and ax and was a very hard worker. I had all I could do to keep up with him and by the end of the day we were both quite hot and sweaty. With out thinking I headed for a nearby lake for a little nude swim but soon rembered that Tom might not be into that sort of thing. I confessed to him that I didnât have a swim suit along and that if he felt uncomfortable swimming in the nude we wouldnât do it. He said he didnât mind and when we got to the lake he eagerly striped before my very eyes. I had all I could do to keep from staring at his nice body and I really had all I could do to keep from getting a hard on when I took a look at his 7 ½â cock. We had a nice swim but when we got out of the water all nice and clean and refreshed I couldnât bring myself to put my dirty sweaty work clothes back on for the walk back to the cabin.
âThe hell with it,â I said. âI am going to stay naked a little wile longer,â and carried my clothes back, Tom did the same.
Back at the cabin, because it was rather warm, we fixed and ate supper in our underwear, drank beer, and talked about some of our sexual exploits and our wives. I could tell that under Tomâs shorts he was getting sexually excited at times and wanted to get a big hard on and jack off but every time his big cock started to pump up he controlled it by willing it to go limp again.
The next day turned out to be an unusually hot day but by noon we had finished up the most of the work that needed to be done. Tom suggested we take a little break. I sort of wanted to finish up the job and go home so I could have my way with my self in private but I could tell Tom had something on this mind and he was having trouble telling me what it was. He seemed excited but aprehensive at the same time. He got to talking about how when he was a young boy visiting his grandfathers farm he would run around the back 40 in the nude and how he especially liked to squat down in a spring fed creek and let the ice cold water flow over his nuts while he jacked off, letting wads of sperm float down stream. After talking awhile like this He finally got around to what was on his mind. He said he had this silly idea that maybe we could we could finish up our trail work in the nude. I hadnât told him about my nude trail building exploits yet. I pretended to be a little surprised at the suggestion but told him I would take off my clothes if he took off his first , he was nude in the blink of an eye.
We spent the next two hours finishing the trail up, naked as j-birds and happy as larks. Just as we finished up I happened to be looking down the NCT admiring our handy work, talking about the history of the trail, when Tom came up behind me and stood very close to me. I had an idea. Trying to make it look like an accident, I turned slightly so that His pecker and balls were just touching my hand. I thought maybe he would move but he held his ground. So trying not to alarm him I copped a little feel of his man hood to see what would happen. I figured that at the very least he would move, but was surprised when not only did he not move but he started to get a hard on. I figured this situation was now or never. With out any pretext of being sneaky I turned to tom and cupped his nuts in the palm of my hand, felt all of his man hood and stroked his now rock hard 7 1/2 â cock squeezing a considerable amount of pre come out the end. I cradled his nuts in the palm of my hand and looked Tom right in the eye and said,
âDo you like that?â
âOhhhhhh yesssss,â he moaned softly.
âDo you want me to stop?â I asked. âOhhhhhh nooooo,â he moaned again.