Life is Beautiful.

Robert Rauschenberg - Cy (Twombly) + Relics- Rome #5, 1952

This is a true story, and I’ve spilled hundreds of gallons of sperm reliving it. That’s why I’ve always enjoyed these pictures.

The attached a pictures reminds me of something that happen in my youth. I know this photo has been kicking around on the internet for sometime however he looks identical to an army guy I took advantage of when I was probably about 16 or 17 years old.  

I grew up in San Diego near Miramar Air Force Base. If I followed the canyon behind my home for about 5 miles it came to a small lake. I like to go down there often because it was a place I could be alone, take off all my clothes and walk around outside naked. Sometimes I would see how far I could get from my clothing. This was a huge turn on for me.

Technically it was military property but not part of the base. From time to time the MPs would patrol it. When I heard them coming I would hide in the bushes until they left. Sometimes I was naked and this was a big rush thinking what would happen if they caught me.

Most the times there were two MP’s but in the summer when I turned 17 there was just one that would came alone. He would be there every Tuesday and Wednesday around 2:00 PM. I always waited and watched for him, not just because he was good looking. He was about 22 or 23 with lightly blonde hair, just like the guy in these pictures. Short muscular body like a wrestler and hairy. Me being only 17 years old he seemed like a fully grownup man.

It’s what he did that really turned me on. Everyday when he first got there he would walk all the way around the lake checking to see if anybody was there or anything was out of order. Since it was part of military property if the MPs caught you they would make you leave or force you to come back to base with them.

After he made his way around the lake he would stop in an area that had a few trees and bushes then he would strip completely naked and go for a swim. For two or three weeks that summer I would hide and watch him. He would swim all the way across the lake and back get out of the water and air dry. I never saw him with the towel. After he was dressed he would walk the mile or so back to his truck. This was great jack off material for me. After he drove off I would strip and leave my clothes in the bushes and go over to where he entered the water and pretend he was there with me. I still fantasize about it to this day.

Sometime about the third week of me spying on him I decided I had to meet him. Maybe he would let me swim naked with them. I hatched a plan to try and catch him naked after his swim.

That following tuesday I waited and watched him from my hiding place in the bushes. After he strips and goes out into the water swimming I snuck over behind the bushes to where he had left his clothing. I waited until he was more than halfway across the lake then I ran over and grabbed his stuff, boots and all. I took them to some bushes a short distance away and hid them. Then went back and hid behind the bushes near where he entered the water and waited for him to come back.

Super rush went through me when I saw the look on his face when he realized all of his clothes were gone. He was cowering down with his hands covering his crotch as he started looking all around for his stuff. After about 4 or 5 minutes I came out from my hiding place. He looked shocked and embarrassed to have such a young person catch him in the nude. He was trying to hide himself as he backed up towards the water. I tried to tell him it was okay. I’ve been watching him swim in the lake for the last couple of weeks.

Sounding very embarrassed he asked me if I knew where his clothes were, he was going to need them to get back to the base, his wallet and the keys to the truck were in the pants. I told him I did know where his clothes were, in fact I’m the one that took them.

He started to come towards me like he was going to hit me. I said, wait I have a favor to ask of you. He stopped and stared at me, he was still wet from the swim. What I realized right then is that we were both about the same height only he was a lot more muscular, and had a lot of chest hair since I didn’t have any. I was really getting turned on to the fact that he was standing in front of me completely naked and I was still totally dressed, like I had some control over him.

He asked me if he could please have his clothes back that he would consider helping me. I said no, but if he did me this favor I will show him where I hid them once he was done. He asked me what I needed him to do for me. I told him, “could you please teach me how to masturbate?” I’ll never forget the look on his face when I asked him that question.

He told me he couldn’t do that. That’s something that a guy does only in private. Besides I looked young and he could get in a lot of trouble.

I told him, nobody will know except he and I, and how else was I going to learn if somebody older didn’t show me.

We argue back-and-forth for 15 or 20 minutes, he saying it’s something my dad or older brother should teach me. I begged with him to please show me how it’s done. It was fun talking to him while he was completely naked and me totally dressed. He had stopped covering himself and I could see that his dick was getting bigger from all the sex talk. At one point it was about a 45° angle, I don’t think he realized just how big it had gotten until he moved his hand down to cover himself. He looked kind of embarrassed but the more he tried to cover up the bigger it got. Finally it was sticking straight up and there wasn’t much he could do to hide it.

I heard him say in a low voice, fuck as he started rubbing it.

He leaned back against one of the trees by the edge of the lake and started to explain to me how to jack-off.

I was so turned on and mesmerized by this hot guy naked, hard, and jacking off right in front of me. I honestly didn’t think he was going to do it, but here he was in all of his glory out in the sunshine beating his meat.

I moved over close to him and tried to touch him a couple of times but he kept pushing my hand away. After several tries he finally took his hand off his cock so I reached over and wrapped my fist around it. I couldn’t believe how warm it felt, almost hot. I have never forgotten that feeling, the first time touching another guy’s dick.

After a few seconds he pushed my hand away and went back at it. It didn’t take him long after that. I can’t believe how much and how far his cum shot out. He was breathing hard and a little sweaty. He looked very uneasy and nervous about the whole thing, like he just wanted to get his clothes back and get out of there.

He looked up at me and asked me if I learned anything? I told him YES! Thank you very much I will try that tonight when I’m alone in my bedroom. He reminded me that normally this was only to be done in private. “Now could I please have my clothes back?”

I asked him to follow me to where I hid them. Naked, and now with cum dripping from his dick he followed me on the narrow trail away from the lake. As we got into the open he started to retreat back into the bushes by the lake. He looked up at me and said, Hey, I’m kind of a naked here. Could you just get my clothes and bring them to me?

I looked back at him and could see just how embarrassed he was. I was enjoying my control over this naked older guy. I replied to him, “come on there’s nobody here, and your stuff is just around this bush.”

Truth was they were actually a little further away but I didn’t want to tell him that because I was enjoying watching him walk around completely naked without even his shoes out in the open sunlight.

After he got dressed, he told me to never tell anybody about this because he could get in trouble, I told him I wouldn’t and that I appreciated him showing me how to do it.

After that afternoon I only saw him patrolling the lake maybe four or five times but I never approached him, I stayed in my hiding place and I never saw him go for his naked swim again.