Down To The Woods

From about the age of 14 I used to ride my bike out along a peninsula where we lived. Most of it was wooded but there was a forest track that wasn’t too rough. For forest maintenance or something I guess. As soon as I reached the track, I used to hide my bike behind some trees, together witth my shoes and shirt. Then I’d continue barefoot - the track was sandy so easy to walk on. The sun felt great on my skin and I always got horny. I think it was the excitement of maybe some other kid coming along, with luck just in shorts, or just the sexiness of being barefoot and shirtless. I could tell if someone had been there recently because there would be no spider webs across the track. Anyway, if I had it all to myself, I’d branch off along an animal trail to where I’d found a natural pond in the rocks. It wasn’t very big, about a quarter of a swimming pool and only a few feet deep. Thing was, the water was always cold. I’d take off my shorts - no underclothes, too hot - and get in. I really liked the way my cock for some reason didn’t shrink and my nipples would get erect. If I didn’t wank in the pool, I’d get out and walk around naked, feeling my boner and squeezing my nipples. Sometimes I’d get a switch off a bush, strip off the leaves and whip myself across the back, butt, chest, soles of my feet, anywhere it hurt. I was developing my love of pain, one that continues to this day. This would all end in wanking, of course, followed by a wash in the cold pool. As I didn’t have a towel, I’d just walk around in the sun until I dried. Listening carefully to make sure no-one else was there, I’d walk naked back to my bike get dressed and ride back home after a very pleasant afternoon. I never took my shirt off at home, so any marks from the switch always had a few days to disappear. Grest days!