Naked hiking on the park trails
Memory essay, NSFW
Some years ago, on a hot summer day, before illness and the pandemic wiped me out, I walked the trails naked in a small local county park. I have actually walked most of this small park naked, on one occasion or another. I have nude photos of myself here. The park can be completely empty on weekday afternoons, or some weekday evenings.
I have walked the trails naked, erect, masturbating, feeling the sensual wind and light on my entire body which for me is an intensely erotic experience. I have also wandered the woodland trails here naked, just being sensual, without an erection, forest-bathing, being completely at peace, refreshing my soul. Nudity for me outdoors is self-love and soul-work. Sex outdoors for me is so powerfully sensual it can be overwhelming.
One time I met an older man, and came here with him to hike naked and have sex.
Here is that story.
We had met online. He was one of many men in my life who had never had sex with a man before, and wanted to try it. My life has been full of many “straight” men who wanted to try sex with a man, and I have been their first. I don’t know what it is that attracts them to me, but it’s happened a lot.
Anyway, he was married. He and his wife were swingers, regularly trading sex partners at swinging parties. I view that different from the queer polyamory I identify in myself, which is the ability to be in love with more than one person, in a polycule not necessarily all of the same genders, open but committed. Swinging seems mostly to be about exploring sexual variety, and to be very very heterosexual, from all I can tell.
He had had sex experiences with other boys when he was a boy. Most men have, as boys, whatever sexuality and gender they grow up to be. He hadn’t been with a man since, but he had been thinking about it. So he contacted me via the usual online dating stuff. He came to my house, and we drove to the park, talking about all this.
When we got to the park, we went down the trails, wearing our shorts, we left our shirts in the car. Where we could, we dropped our shorts and walked naked, still talking about our past sexual experiences. We got hard, and looked each other over. There are parts of some trails that are much more open and public, and we had to put our shorts back on, then take them off again when we could. At one point we sat on a bench looking at each other’s hard-ons, and he said he wanted to get on his knees and suck me. But other hikers came by, and we had to put our pants back on. I am sure that the hikers passing by saw us there, probably blushing, and guessed there was something going on with us. It makes me laugh now to think about it. The other hikers were probably more embarrassed than we were. We hiked on, slowly, after they had passed, shorts on till we were certain we wouldn’t be seen.
Later, on another more private part of the trail, we stopped, and got naked, and stroked each other’s cocks, and hugged, and felt each other all over. It was very exciting for him, he said, to touch another naked man and kiss him. He did bend over and suck my cock for awhile, which felt good. We were under the cool pines, and the scented air mingled with the electric feelings coming from my cock and balls as he sucked and fondled me.
He had no hesitation about public nudity. From his experiences swinging with his wife, he was used to being nude with others.
Swinging is casually nudist in the public rooms, I gather, where people talk and act and snack like at a typical cocktail party, till a couple goes off together to a more private room to have sex. Swinging can be like group public sex, in some ways, and a bit exhibitionistic, even though it’s still very couple-oriented and hetero: couples do watch other couples fucking in rooms nearby, at times, and get turned on. It seems quite the opposite of queer to me, all quite heteronormative.
He said he did like to sometimes look at the men fucking, their cocks especially. He asked me if I would like to go swinging with them, sometime, if I was interested. I said, yes, I was interested, but even though I’m bisexual (pansexual) I still mostly am attracted to men, and I was not part of a couple to go with, which I gather is expected. So I couldn’t imagine how it could happen. But maybe it could. I would be excited about a polyamorous party with all genders present, more than just the hetero binary cultural expectations; but I have no idea if that ever happens.
He offered to host a three-way with me and his wife, at some future time—not the first such offer from a man who I was the first man he’d had sex with. Remember how I said that I seem to be attractive to “straight” men who want to try sex with men? Being offered a three-way with their woman partners is part of that pattern. It has been offered much more than it’s happened, though. I said I thought that would fun, but we never actually got together again.
This for me was all very much like small-boy sex from my youth: innocent, tentative, fumbling, experimental, just sexy exploring, a turn-on but not much more. A lot of fun, actually, especially outdoors, but not serious sex, and nowhere near falling in love.
I enjoyed the afternoon of naked hiking, talking, and being sexy with him. I enjoyed when we came back to my place after the hike in the park, came inside and got naked again and jerked ourselves off to orgasm. He kissed me on the way out the door. I didn’t bother putting clothes on again that day. I did shower off, sweaty after an afternoon of hot hiking.