Out in a Field on a Rainy Summer Day

A warm, steamy rain falls across the Ozarks. Ordinarily on a late-July afternoon, the most frequented "skinny-dipping hole," East Fork, would be the destination for dozens of guys from throughout the region for a quick swim clothes-free. Young farmers who need an afternoon break to cool off from hayin', college students who skip class just to frolic and maybe fuck to relieve stress, and other males from every walk of life. Not only is East Fork a great skinny-dipping attraction with its deep, clear pools, overhanging bluffs, unusual rock formations, and giant hardwoods, it is the gathering spot for males looking to hook-up outdoors.

Yes, right out in the open! Butt-fucking never felt so good. Something about doing it under the open sky brings out the animal in males -- where breaking the rules activates more excitement when in the presence of wilderness and pure sunlight. The setting confirms no shame in participants and enhances pure abandonment. Exhilarating situation, to say the least.

The July afternoon is stormy. An isolated thunderstorm sneaks up on me as I wind my way down the rough gravel road to the river and East Fork. Clouds cover Pinnacle Mountain which shadows the valley and swimming hole below. My desire to get away from work for an afternoon skinny-dip overpowers any reluctance due to weather conditions. After all, it's just a summer rain.

I hop over the barbed-wire fence near the locked gate to make the mile-long trek through the farmer's field. I see no other vehicle parked along the road. "Nobody could be as devoted a nudist as I am," I brag to myself.

I can smell the warm summer rain approaching; then I hear its raindrops making music on treetops and blades of grass. I am alone with nature. I breathe the air in shear pleasure.

"Why bother wearing clothes?" I ask. I head back to the car, quickly strip off my jeans and shirt and pack them neatly in the trunk. Shoes too. I don't want anything to come between me and nature. Besides, there's no one around to notice, right?

I return to the field, and then begin running as the rain showers my naked body. It's only a mile through two fields and woods. Excellent trail to run.

From a distance I surprisingly notice another guy running naked. I'm shocked; thought I had a monopoly on the concept. I stop and wait for the naked dude to catch up. His form gets clearer as he draws near. The physique of a college-age male. Probably on the track team. In his early-20s, I guess. I'm over-the-hill, 32. No biggee, 'cause I'm in excellent shape too and can outrun, outdistance most of them.

He smiles as he approaches. "Couldn't wait to get out of your clothes either, hey?" he laughs.

"Yeah. Might as well pack them in the car since they're gonna get wet anyhow. What's the difference between getting wet in the river and getting rained on?"

We both chuckle.

We make introductions. "My name's Derek; what's yours?" He replies, "Dennis." We shake hands. I'm still not sure he's gay, because a lot of straight guys visit East Fork to skinnydip too. Dennis has a deep voice and masculine traits; I have no clue.

I then notice his long uncut dick. Well, I had noticed it some -- bouncing back & forth -- as he was running down the trail, but now I have a better view. It's gorgeous and humongous. His ball-sack hangs far below his penis where two large balls are enhanced by gravity. Dennis notices that I notice. He grins. He's got that ornery look with dimples, strawberry blonde, athletic build. He too has left his shoes behind. There is absolutely no encumbrance, no separation between us and nature. That's the fact I love. Must have been his drive too.

"Hey, how 'bout us having a contest? I see you're a runner and so am I. So, let's see who can run the fields the quickest. Winner takes all," Dennis suggests.

"What does 'takes all' mean?" I ask with a puzzled, half-knowing look.

"I mean whatever the winner wants at the end of the trail that won't cost anything and won't hurt anybody," replies Dennis.

I almost can catch the meaning but dare not ask. Then I think what I want out of Dennis, but what if he's straight? I assume I can whip his ass in a race. I'm presumptuous on that count. But to ask him to suck me off?

So we walk in the steady, warm rain back to the fence where we begin the race. I call out, "Ready, set, GO!" We both take off like two Olympians. Naked like them too.

It's a slippery racetrack. For the first leg of the trip, I'm ahead. In fact, I beat him to the second field. A line of trees and gully separates the two hay-fields. Before I know it, Dennis outpaces me. He's a pro, I belatedly calculate. I watch Dennis' ass ahead of me; it's about as good as the frontal view. A toss-up, so to speak. He's got an over-all tan just like me indicating that he tans nude often. I about lose concentration thinking of his overall beauty and great personality.

Dennis reaches the end of the second field. He bends, positioning his arms on his legs in reprieve. Ten seconds later I arrive.

Dennis just grins at me. We wait a couple of minutes to rest. Without saying a word, he grasps my hand and escorts me back to the middle of the second field. The rain is heavier now; the grass slippery beneath our feet. Feels great.

Dennis whispers in my ear, "I want to wrestle you now in the grass, and after we're through I want to fuck you right out in the open, I don't care if anybody's looking."

I honestly love that idea but don't say a word. As loser, I simply comply. I'm a good sportsman.

He suddenly tackles me to the ground. We laugh. The rain feels good on our hot bodies. We slide all over the grass. Dennis gets a lock on my head, then releases me. I get a vice-grip on his torso between my legs. His body feels great as we twist and turn, rolling in the grass. We both now sport throbbing hard-ons. I'm in heaven.

Finally, Dennis throws me over on my stomach and commands, "Assume position, bitch!" I gladly accommodate by lifting my butt up in the air. With his fingers Dennis rubs rainwater up my ass, then spits in his hand and plows deeper.

Then he takes the plunge. At first I let out a yell of pain which turns to a grunt of pleasure. He allows his tool to rest in me for a few seconds while I get used to it. Then he starts humping me like a dog, pulls all the way out, then rams it in deeper each time. I feel his big balls bouncing against my lower backside. I start laughing; he does too. Two male animals connected.

The thought we're out in some farmer's field doing to each other what farm animals do all the time out in the open with no shame is exciting to me. Probably Dennis too. It's far better than the usual fuck behind closed doors. Nothing artificial about it. We're animals for the day and would like to be that way permanently if it weren't for society or civilization or religion.

Dennis is on my back for at least 15 minutes pounding away. I don't know how many thrusts that involves, but plenty! Powerful too. I feel him draining the strength out of me. Two athletic guys can work out a long time, you know. And what a work-out!

All of a sudden I feel his body tense up. His leg muscles tighten as he lets out a loud groan. I realize it's about to spray. He jams his cock into me all the way; feels like it's reaching my stomach. Then I feel it pulsating inside me and I can feel his hot jizm bathe me in spasms deep inside like the warm rain showering me outside. Almost simultaneously, I shoot my cream all over the grass.

He leaves his shaft parked inside me some time -- the pleasure is so intense. He reaches around and gently kisses me. Our tongues lock in passion. Gradually he withdraws. His sweet manjuice slowly dribbles out my hole. Then he amazes me by laying beside me and licking my cum off the grass and leaves. Obviously he has acquired a taste for semen; so much that he's a cumaholic! There's no doubt now about his sexuality. I just had a hard time making a determination by his masculine features.

This is one of the best experiences in life. It's not a fantasy. I shall never forget that warm summer day in the rain near my favorite swimming hole where I had my hole plowed by a great looking guy.

I saw Dennis a few times afterward before he moved to Chapel Hill to accept a teaching and coaching job. He frequented East Fork, ran naked through the fields, and despised clothes with a passion -- same as I do. And he always displayed that jovial nature, joking and laughing all the time. He carried no guilt about being gay. In fact, he was proud of it. He embraced himself in life, never mired with burdensome regrets. Thus, he succeeded.

The little field in the Ozarks is a shrine of remembrance to me and Dennis. The natural in the au natural can't be beat. That was one of the best fucks I ever experienced.

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written by inteli