Drop The Towel

In the Washington town that I live was a small forest (now home to a Costco) that I spent a fair amount of time in, making a couple of day camps then spending time at them often times nude enjoying a beer & chips or a great place to kick back & do my load of meth.

For several months, I'd been thinking, how fun it would be to traverses the trails in the buff, but just couldn't bring myself to carry it out. That didn't stop my mind from scheming and believe you me it can scheme. I could park my van at one of the entrances, strip to nude, hop out lock the doors, sprint to the woods then have a leisurely stroll in the forest, clothes less, after dark.

Then when I get back, sprint from the forest to the car, unlock the car & jump in, and if I turn the dome light off, it wouldn't shine while exiting or returning to the van.

Tonight, yes tonight, before I think too much more about it.

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There-in lies the problem, not thinking enough about this sexcapade, for I was already sporting a 61/2" hard-on, I'm normally 6" and we're just half an hour till dark and counting down, but in my sexually heightened state, thinking is not happening.

20 min till dark, ok, ok, ok.

Park, strip to nude, hop out, locking door... just prior to my sprint to the forest.

Ok, ok aba-baba, #@&%, #@&%.

10 minutes to dark, oh boy, oh boy, got to drive to the entrance, as my heart's beating like an acid rock bands drummer and my cock is so angry, you know the colors I'm talkin about, so into the van with little to nothing on for clothes so when I park it doesn't take but seconds and I'm out of the van on my ultra adventure.

15 minutes later: Park, strip, jump out locking the doors, all one motion, sprinting to the forest.

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I'm there, whew, I made it. Now for the stroll. That's when I realize I've got keys, what do I do with this ring of keys? Didn't worry about that, I'll just hold them like this with my finger through the ring like th...is... #@&%, my toe stubbed on a tree root & before I can insert my finger into the ring while trying to catch my fall the keys go flying, ...but I heard them land right ... here, so down on my hands & knees, remember I'm naked & it's after dark, real dark, no moon, no street lights, no flashlight, no cell phone (it's in the van)

No nothing and for at least half an hour of feeling for them, I'm not feeling them, now I'm nearing panic mode. It's 10:30 ish, I'm 5 miles from home, stranded & by the way naked.

Nearing tears, like that would help anything I remember at hobo camp, a couple of days ago, I left a bath towel. If I can Braille my way to the day camp, I can use the towel as a cover-up and braille my way out of the forest, cross a 4 lane thuroughfare at the traffic signal, where a carload of young ones spot me bare footed modeling a bath towel that's continually trying to unwrap adding insult to injury someone yells "drop the towel".

Once across I walk the shoulder for two miles, cut through Home Depot's parking lot, finally it's my street, a mile & a half hour. I'm walking into my house, full of acquaintances asking where did I come from & what's with the towel?

Embarrassed but still carrying a hard cock I lope to my bedroom where I detowel and lay on my bed where I relive the last 21/2 hours while I stroke my cock to ejaculation.

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