Rick’s Story; Beginnings

This story is based in part on actual events, though most of it is fantasy. All the participants are over eighteen. It takes place in the "way back times" before cell phones, before webcams, before the Internet existed.

Rick Wellman was between his second and third years of college. It was a time of economic downturn making it hard for college students to find summer jobs. Rick was living at home that summer with his family in a nice but crowded house with too-thin walls.

Rick was almost 20, and a "nerd." He was 6'1" and weighed maybe 160 pounds. Rick wasn't unathletic but he was obviously thin. His first real relationship had just ended, and he was shy and wasn't very successful with girls. While he was oblivious to it, many young women thought he was cute. Rick had neck length straight brown hair that was the style at the time. He had minimal body hair, just a small light brown strip running up the center of his chest from his navel. Like most young people his skin was flawless. While he was still looking for work Rick had returned to riding his bike everywhere. As a result, he had strong thighs and a firm, well sculpted ass.

Because he was a nerd and always caught up in his thoughts, he struggled with his emotions. He found them intense and even threatening. He tried to push them away; combined with his youth he was awkward around people which could be interpreted as shy or stand offish to some whom he didn't know well. The exception was sexual arousal, but even that felt uncomfortable to express to anyone else.

Like many twenty-year-old men he was constantly horny and obsessed with his penis. Rick shaved his balls, even though he was not yet shaving his face every day. He loved the increased sensitivity of being hairless there, but he was afraid of what other guys in the gym might think if he shaved all his pubic hair off, so he let the area above his cock grow. Flaccid, Rick's cock was nothing to look at; hard it was normal length, but with a nice girth, and straight as an arrow. When Rick got an erection, he got really hard. Hs penis pointed almost straight up, jutting out from his body at about a 15° angle. The glans swelled to a large dark red, shiny bulb. There was a hard ridge along the bottom of the shaft running to the glans. The top was spread wide by its other erectile tissue giving it a rounded, triangular shape, emphasizing its rigidity and girth. Two thirds of the way from the base to the tip, the shaft spread out until it was almost as wide as the glans, before narrowing slightly to connect with it. Erect, Rick felt like his anus and taint were being pulled upwards through his cock, and his balls were tight against his groin. The whole thing was like one rigid steel beam. If Rick pushed it away from his body it snapped back obscenely against his taut belly. Since Rick was thin it stood out more and looked bigger than it was; he loved the feeling of being aroused and hard, and as a result whenever he got turned on it was difficult for Rick to keep it down.

Rick met friends and went out on weekends, but during the week was pretty much alone other than when he was home. It was a particularly warm, dry summer that year. Because Rick had no privacy at home, and was pretty much horny all the time, he had developed a peccadillo: he liked being naked in places where he shouldn't be naked. He didn't know how he discovered this desire and couldn't even remember how or when he started doing it. But once he started it became an obsession. This wasn't the (then) popular streaking craze; that was about shock value and daring. Rick was too shy for that kind of stuff. He didn't want to be seen, but he was really turned on by the idea that he might be seen. Rick didn't think anyone would want to see him naked, and he didn't want to embarrass anyone else with his unexpected nudity. Rick tried to find places that while public, the chances of actually being seen were very low.

They lived in a rural area, and there was a state nature preserve with plenty of hiking trails. Having hiked them all, Rick knew which were popular and which weren't. Rick sought out the less popular hiking trails during the week. He would find a trail, look carefully to see if there were many cars in the parking lot, and if not proceed along the trail to certain points where he knew he could quickly duck into bushes if he heard someone. Rick would strip off his clothes and walk naked along the trail listening nervously for the sounds of anyone coming.

As soon as Rick started getting naked, he became hard. His cock felt like it was being squeezed in a fist simply from expanding against its own skin. He loved the feeling of the cool air against his naked erections. He especially loved the feeling of running along the trail with his rock-hard cock bobbing back and forth, and hearing the thwack, thwack, thwack of it slapping against his naked belly. It gave him an extremely intense arousal. As Rick walked and ran his entire body almost felt like one giant hard-on. It was very much like being drunk or a runner's high; in his own mind he called it "pervert's high," but it was the pure intoxication of intense sexual arousal. Naturally, being an oversexed young man each of these escapades ended by masturbating. However, as soon as Rick's orgasm subsided, he "came down" and his paranoia about being seen naked would take over. Rick would quickly dress and rush back to his car.

When Rick first started doing this, he was so nervous he would carry his clothes with him, and because of the rockiness of the trail Rick wore shoes. But, like a junkie needing an ever-stronger fix, Rick began daring himself to take only his pants, leaving his shirt and underwear behind. Eventually Rick began stashing all his clothes in a secluded location and daring himself to go further and further away from them for longer and longer periods of time. At first this was a short distance, maybe only 100 yards or so, but eventually Rick might be so far from them that if someone had come by, he would've had no way to cover himself. Once Rick started doing that there was no turning back. Rick got more and more turned on by the sensation of having no escape if someone were to come by on the trail. Eventually he took off his shoes too, daring to go barefoot which made escape on the rocky trail even more difficult. The further Rick went from his clothes the harder and more intensely aroused he became.

While Rick occasionally heard other people on the trail, he was usually aware of them well before they got near to him. Even so, this made Rick very nervous and almost immediately he would lose his erection. Rick would quickly get dressed even though nothing even happened. Once Rick was surprised by a group coming down the trail and hurriedly ducked down into a small stream running just off to the side of it. Rick couldn't see them and he was almost certain they did not see him, but Rick could clearly hear them talking just above him as they went past. Rick was far from his clothes at the time, and he got so nervous that he swore he wouldn't do this anymore.

Instead, Rick's urge to stroll naked and erect got stronger and stronger because of these "near misses," and he was doing it again the next day. As Rick's addiction took hold, he took advantage of his opportunities as much as he could, getting naked and masturbating one or more times almost every weekday.