Frustrated Nudist

Frustrated Nudist - 2 by Zyngaru Email: zungaru@ml1.net

Further adventures of Jeffery. He gets dubbed the Wanker Boy. If you're enjoying this series, let me know. If you have ideas for other adventures for Jeffery, let me know. I have one more idea for Jeffery right now. After that we'll see what happens.

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My name is Jeffery Collins and I'm a thirteen year old nudist. Because my parents consider nudism a sin, I have to take my nakedness outdoors to a forest, where I can play and have fun au natural.

It's been two days since, my first time being a nudist in the forest. I finally can break away from my mom to go back to the forest. She's definitely overprotective. If she only knew what I actually get up to when she does let me out of her sight. I walk as fast as I can across town to get to my place of refuge and joy. Today, I'm going to a different area that is secluded and away from most people. I walk the main path through the center of the forest. There are plenty of people doing all kinds of activities here today. Being a beautiful Saturday that is expected. Kids are running around everywhere. Adults are strolling back and forth along the various paths. As I get deeper and deeper into the forest, the numbers of people dwindle significantly until I don't see anyone.

I approach one of the many streams and carefully use the large rocks in it to cross the trail. Once on the other side, I turn and walk north along the creek. Once I'm a good way off the trail, I begin to hear voices. Usually no one comes back this far into the forest. I slowly approach a small group of Cub Scouts. There's one adult man, a teenaged boy and eight young Cubbies. They look so cute in their blue uniforms with bright yellow accouterments. They must have just finished setting up their small camp of tents, because the adult leader have the boys standing in a line giving them instructions on the rules around camp. I listened carefully to the one rule that interests me the most. They aren't allowed to cross the stream for no reason. It doesn't matter if their parent is on the other side and tells them to come across, they still aren't allowed over to the other side. They also aren't allowed in the stream unless one of the two leaders are there to supervise them swimming. I like these rules, because it immediately gives me an idea to have some fun.

I take off away from the stream to a nice secluded spot out of hearing of the boys. I look around and listen carefully to make sure I'm totally alone before I start stripping off my clothes. I put each item in my bag and once everything is in it, I close it up, roll it up tightly and stash it under a rock, out of sight from anyone who might come hiking this way.

Now that I'm naked, I run around and jump around enjoying the freedom of being free of clothing. I can't understand how mom can think this is a sin, when it feels so good. I mean, it's the most awesome feeling in the world. Looking down my soft, one and a half inch stubby penis is enjoying being out in the open air. It feels so good exposing it like this. I love the feel of earth between my toes. I love the feel of wind blowing over my naked body. I love the feel of the sun shining down and providing warmth to my skin. I feel so alive being stark naked in the woods.

As I play around naked, subconsciously, I'm slowing moving closer and closer to the Cub Scout encampment. Soon I hear the boys yelling, laughing and having a good time, so I make my way cautiously towards them. I'm a little downstream so my view is up along the stream and unless they intentionally stare downstream, they aren't going to see me. What I see is absolutely wonderful. All eight of the Cubbies are stark naked, with their little peckers on full display playing in the stream. I didn't realize scouts were allowed to go naked anymore. Maybe this group has some kind of special permission. That of course doesn't matter to me, because I'm enjoying the sight of seeing them totally naked and oblivious to the fact that I'm watching them.

For some reason and I really don't understand it, but as I stare at their naked bodies, my hand is playing with my own pecker and it quickly bones up to it's full three and a half inch glory. The more I stare at the naked boys with their tiny peckers, the more I play with my own. It isn't long before I'm humping into the air and my entire body tingles all over. The more I pump my shaft the more excited I get and then it happens. I squirt my white sticky stuff out into the air in front of me and it falls on the grass in small globs. I feel absolutely wonderful after my climax. Once I come down from my high , I wipe the remaining stuff off the end of my dick with my hand and then wipe my hand on my legs attempting to get it all off of me.

I watch the boys play naked in the stream for another thirty minutes before their teen leader tells them to get out, dry off and put their uniforms back on. Then they are to go and collect dry wood for a fire. He again reminds them that they are to stay on their side of the stream, even if they find a hug pile of wood on the other side, they are not to cross the stream. They all give their scouts honor and then disappear into their tents, to come out ten minutes later with clothes on. That's when I take off downstream a ways and get in the stream and wash all the dried sperms off of me. It feels awesome to be in the stream.

That's when I hear voices approaching.

"Here's some."

"Here's some more over here."

"I got these."

"Hey guys. Look over there."

"It's a naked kid."

"Come on let's get a better look."

I can hear them coming and it sends a lightening bolt up my spine, knowing that they are secretly spying on me. I climb up out of the stream, on my side. The safe side. They aren't allowed on my side. I glance their way, ever so often without making eye contact with any of the boys. They are now darting from tree cover to tree cover getting as close as they can to me. This is just too good to be true and too good not to have some fun with.

"Look at the size of his wiener."

"It's huge."

I guess to a nine year old my dick is huge, but honestly it's quite small compared to other thirteen year old's. But it's awesome to hear them say nice things like that.

"I can't believe he's naked out here!"

"Me either, but it's awesome for us."

"You got that right."

I decide I'll play the Peter Rabbit game with them. I start hoping around like a rabbit. Now, I remain standing, but I bend my knees slightly and pull my arms up in front of my chest and out like a bunny rabbit. Well I hope it looks like a bunny rabbit. I guess I could look like a T-Rex like this. I hop around and look around and then hop around some more. Every time I stop hopping and look around, I see all six heads duck behind a tree and then slowly peek back out at me hoping around again.

"He's a rabbit."

"Ya. Why's he playing like a rabbit?"

"Maybe he ain't playing?"

"Ya, Maybe he is a rabbit?

"Maybe a witch turned a boy into a rabbit and he's stuck here."

"Ya. A naked boy rabbit."

I'm loving the imagination of nine and ten year olds. In their little heads they have come up with what they consider a reasonable reason for me to be out here showing off naked. Now the more I hear them talking about me and knowing they are staring at me naked, the more excited my dick is getting. I can feel it beginning to swell. It's sticking straight out in front of me now so when I hop it bounces up and down.

"Look at the rabbits wiener."

"Ya, look at it bounce."

"That's so funny.

"It's getting bigger."

By now, knowing they are all concentrating on my swelling dick, it just keeps swelling until it is sticking straight up to the sky. So now when I hop it slaps my belly.

"He's got a stiffie."

"Look how big it is."

Again. I'm not that big. Three and a half inches isn't big for a teenagers boner. But I love hearing them say it's huge.

I keep hopping around making sure to face them directly often enough so they get a good look at my boner and the rest of my naked body. I even work my way closer to the stream so they get an even better look.

"Do you think we can come out of hiding and get closer?"

"No! You'll scare him away."

"Ya. Don't show yourself. Animals run if they see you."

"But he's a boy, not an animal."

"How do you know? He's sure acting like a rabbit."

"Look at him. He's a naked boy playing in the woods. That's all."

"Maybe? But he don't know we're watching him so stay hidden."

By now my dick is straining to be jerked off again. All of this slapping my tummy when I hop and these boys staring at it, it's just excited so much I have to do something. So I stop hopping facing the boys and arch my back pushing my boner out in front of me into the air.

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know but I can see his stiffie a lot better now."

"Ya. It's even bigger."

"Ya. I can't wait until mine gets that big."

I reach down and wrap my fingers around my boner and slowly begin stroking it.

"He's playing with his wiener!"

"Ya! And you are too."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. I see your hand in your pants."

"You're doing it too."

"Well ya. But I ain't hiding it."

"Okay. If you ain't hiding it, drop your pants and undies and show us."

"Umm?"

"Ya. That's what I thought. You're chicken."

"No I ain't."

"Yes you are."

"No I ain't. See."

Unfortunately I can't see because his body is behind a tree. But from what I hear, he must have dropped his clothes and is now playing with his own boner. This just excites me so much more and my boner is so sensitive now it's twitching in my hand. I can't hold back. I beat my dick faster and faster and then it squirts. One. Two. Three. Four. And then it tappers off.

"WOW! Did you see that?"

"Ya. What was that?"

"I don't know but it was sure awesome."

"Mine won't do that."

"Mine won't either."

"Boys? What's taking you so long? You got that wood yet?"

All the heads that were facing me instantly look in the other direction. The boy with his pants and undies down to his ankles , quickly pulls them back up. And Me? I quickly run to some trees for cover. Soon I see the teen leader approaching.

"What have you guys been doing. You don't have much wood here."

"We were watching a rabbit."

"Honestly. A rabbit."

"Ya. It was a magic rabbit."

"Magic."

"Ya. Honest."

"Ya. Scouts honor."

"Oh my. You little boys get bigger imaginations every year. Go get some more firewood and get back to camp."

The teenager walks back the way he came, while the little boys look back in my direction.

"He's gone."

"Ya, Ralph scared him away."

"Ralph doesn't believe us. He doesn't believe we saw a magical bunny."

"Ya. He's to old to see it. Only boys our age can see magical animals."

"I sure hope we see him again."

"Me too."

"Let's go get more firewood and get back to camp. Ralph's done scared him away so we ain't going to see him again today."

I watch disappointedly as the boys pick up their wood and walk away. I could have played naked in front of them all day. Once they're gone, I jump back in the stream and wash all my sticky stuff off before going exploring deeper into the woods. I stay on my side of the stream. Every so often I walk back up to the Cub Scout camp and take a look at what they're doing and then I go deeper in the forest to see if anyone else is back this far. At noon I lay on a thick bed of grass and take a nap, still naked of course. I hope to wake up to someone looking down on me, but it doesn't happen.

Later in the afternoon, I walk back up by the Cubbies and they are swimming naked again. I watch them having fun being naked in the woods. I spot one boy that keeps looking out into the forest where I am, and recognize him as the boy who dropped his uniform trousers and played with himself as I jerked off. When I catch the adult and teen leader looking the other way, I step out in the open and then step back behind a tree, to see what that one Cubbie will do. He instantly stops playing with the other boys and stares more in my direction. Eventually the leaders make the boys get out of the stream to dry off. Most stay naked and let the sun dry them off, but a few use a towel and get dressed. I notice that the boy I've been keeping an eye on is one who dries off and gets dressed. I watch him talking to his leader. Then him and another boy leave their camp and walk upstream by themselves. Evidently the boys got permission to go exploring on their own. I find that odd, but I'm not the one in charge.

I follow them, keeping out of sight. Once they are away from camp, both boys take their uniform pants off and lay them down on a rock. Then they get into the stream and wade over to my side. Once out of the stream, they begin walking deeper into the forest in my direction. It's pretty obvious that these boys decided to break the rule about crossing the stream and come looking for me. They took their trousers off so they wouldn't get wet and give them away, when they return to camp. Now it would be easy to keep away from them. I could let them wonder around forever and never find me. But what's the fun in that. They want to find me, so why don't I let them.

I walk a good distance in front of them until I find another grassy area and lie down in the grass and pretend to be asleep. Soon I hear them tromping through the forest coming in my direction.

"Look! There he is."

"Yep. Looks like he's sleeping."

"Let's sneak up on him."

Which is what they do. Well except they are making enough noise to scare the deafest deer away. But I stay where I am with my eyes closed and pretend sleep, even when I can feel them within touching range. My senses have become acute, since I started going naked. I can actually feel their presence staring down at me. I listen to them whisper.

"His pecker is even bigger close up."

"He's got hairs too."

"Should we wake him up?"

"I don't know?"

"We ain't got all day. Mr. Blankenship will be looking for us soon."

"Ya. But if we wake him up, he might be mad."

"Ya. He won't answer our questions if he's mad."

I decide they aren't any kind of threat, so I roll over pretending to wake up.

"OH! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"But aren't you supposed to stay on the other side of the stream?"

"Ya."

"And where are your pants. Is it normal for Cubbies to traipse around in the woods in the underpants?"

"No. But we couldn't get them wet, so we took them off before crossing the stream."

"Where's the rest of your group?"

"They're at camp. Mr. Blankenship let us go exploring on our own."

"Isn't that unusual?"

"Ya. But we're both almost full Boy Scouts. I just had my eleventh birthday and Flynn's birthday is next week. So Mr. Blankenship gives us a little more freedom, since we really aren't Cubbies anymore. This is our last outing as a Cubby."

"Oh. Well, you both look sort of silly standing there in your underpants, so why don't you both get naked like me."

They look at each other and smile before starting to strip naked. It doesn't take long before both boys are stark naked showing off their one inch cut penises and balls. They have both started puberty, but just barely. Their penises are thicker and their balls are hanging lower.

"Now, you look better. There's nothing like being naked in the open spaces. So, what is it exactly you want from me?"

"Well. What you were doing earlier. That was masturbating right?"

"Yes."

"Could you teach us? We're going to be Boy Scouts when we get back and we don't want to be dorks and not know how to masturbate."

"Well, first of all. Don't call it masturbating. The other scouts will peg you as a nerdy dork right off if you call it that."

"So what should we call it?"

"Jerking off. Jacking off. Wanking. Any of those three will be okay."

"Thanks. So will you teach us how to jerk off?"

"Sure. Get down on your knees like this."

"Very good. No play with your dick like this."

"Oh! Should we call it a dick instead of peter?"

"Definitely. Don't call it any of the little boy names. Not peter. Not willie. Not peepee. You might get away with calling it a pecker. That's because it looks like peckerhead mushrooms. Just don't call it a babyish name."

"Okay."

"I'm getting a stiffie, how about you Evan."

"Ya. I got a woody too."

"Okay. Don't call it any of those. It's a boner or just a bone. You can also call it a hardon, but I like boner best."

"Cool. We both got boners."

"Okay. Now wrap your fingers around your bone and stroke it up and down like this."

Both boys grab their boners and begin stoking them.

"Not too tight and not too fast at first. Slow and easy making sure you rub your dickhead each time you stroke it."

"Yep. Just like that."

"I feel like I gotta pee."

"Me too."

"Don't stop stroking. You're not going to pee. As you get more excited, stroke it faster. But whatever you do; DON'T STOP!"

My own bone is just to the point of squirting yet again. Just watching these two boys jerking off, is making me hornier than ever.

"Awwwwww! Ohhhhhhhh!"

They both go body stiff and begin humping the air and just as fast as it came, they have their dry orgasm and are done. I on the other hand squirt out onto the ground in front of me. One! Two! Three! Four big squirts followed by a few dribbles.

"WOW! That was so awesome."

"Ya. I never felt so good as that."

"Well, when you can start squirting, then you'll feel even more awesome. But that was great for your first dry cum."

"When will be able to squirt?"

"Probably soon. But it's different for every boy. Now the good thing is, as long as you dry cum, you can do it as often as you want. Once you start squirting, you can only do it five or six times, before you're so wore out , you can't move."

"So we can do it again?"

"Sure. Go for it."

Flynn and Evan do just that. They actually jerk off four more times.

"My dick is getting sore."

"So's mine."

"That happens when you do it so many times in a row. The good thing is, that any kind of lotion will stop it from getting rubbed raw, from overly enthusiastic wanker boys."

"So is that what you are? A wanker boy."

Now I had never thought of it, but it fits me for sure.

"Ya. I'm the local wanker boy of the forest. Come see me when you're ready to learn how to wank and I'll teach you the tricks of the trade."

"Well, you sure taught us."

"Flynn. We better be getting back, before Mr. Blankenship send Ralph out to find us."

"I guess. But I would sure like to stay here and wank some more."

"Guys. Why don't you walk back naked to the stream and get dressed once you get across. It's so much more fun walking around naked in the woods than in your underpants."

"Good idea."

So both boys leave walking back to the stream and their trousers and then back to camp. I follow them of course. There's nothing like watching two naked boys walking in the woods, jumping every time they hear a twig snap thinking someone is going to catch them naked. Once they get dressed, I turn around and go get my own clothes, and get dressed and return home, having had a wonderful day as a nudist in the woods and becoming the local Wanker Boy of the forest.