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NAKED MEN WANDER PRESERVE

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by isohrymen@aol.com While cruising thru the chat rooms on AOL the other afternoon, I stopped by "nudist m4m" for a visit. As luck would have it (for a change), somone in the room was actually less than an hour away. I contacted him and we struck up a chat. I told him about the nature preserve nearby (I'm in Palm Springs and he's in Redlands) that I often visit for nude hiking. It's about 15 miles from here, up in the foothills, and is about 20,000 acres of trees, streams, valleys, hills and NO PEOPLE. A virtual paradise that only few visit, and seldom is anyone there during the week. I proposed he join me sometime soon for a hike. He suggested the following day. I agreed. Our similarly-based fantasy was to be naked, walking thru the woods, and come across another naked man. What happened from there was open. We set a time; I described the paths to follow and we agreed to get naked once we got into the woods section of the preserve and just sorta "run into each other" on the path. Our appointed day dawned hot and sunny (95 was the prediction, 15 degrees above normal for March!). Perfect for nude hiking, however. I arrived at the preserve's parking lot to find a school bus teaming with kids and about a dozen other parked cars - no occupants. The most activity I had ever seen before was two cars at one time - and their owners were picnicking, not hiking. SHIT, I thought. It's not gonna happen today. My desire to fulfill the fantasy was stronger than my concern about others who might be around, so I decided to continue with the plan and hope my friend wasn't daunted by the crowd. Since my last visit to the preserve last summer, major changes have been made to the paths and signage. The paths are now named and are mostly wooden planks. Their starting points have been adjusted and the directions I had given to my friend no longer made any sense. The odds against us meeting were building. I took the path closest to the old path I had remembered and started on my journey. It was deserted for as far as I could see and there were no sounds, other than from the rushing stream beneath the planks. I took off my shirt and shorts and stowed them in the napsack and started to walk. The scene was idyllic - warm breezes, sunlight streaming through a thicket of trees and uninhibited nudity. I kept an alert eye and ear to the sights and sounds of others, but there was no one. I was hoping there was SOMEONE, someone who could appreciate the sensations I was feeling. I knew my friend was out there - but where? on which path? I spent the next hour nearly running up and down every path. At one point, I came across a bird-watching group of about 20 people (explained all the cars in the lot). They were in a meadow and I stopped short of exiting from the forest into the meadow. I went to the very edge of the woods, fully exposed to any of the bird watchers who might want to look. They were to engrossed in the task at hand, so I turned around and re-traced my steps. I sat on a small bridge for awhile, thinking it would be better to stay put. If my friend really was out there (and I was beginning to doubt it), we could keep missing each other all day if we were both constantly on the move. As I relaxed, I heard an unusual animal call - similar to, but not exactly like - a coyote. It was clear and resonant, not throaty. I have no talent for nature calls, so I merely whistled a single loud note in return. The coyote sound was repeated. Then it suddenly dawned on me - part of my friend's AOL name is coyote. It was him letting me know where he was. We continued this calling out until we were within 100', but not in sight of, each other. I started to walk forward and could hear him walking toward me through the brush ahead. Our paths crossed as soon as we saw each other - strangely enough under the dark, musty roots of a huge tree which had been carved out to make an arch over the path. We said hi, talked a bit and then decided to take a hike. He had seen the bird watchers much as I had and had been roaming the trails looking for me for the same amount of time. As we walked, our cocks swayed back and forth with our stride and we casually brushed up against each other on the narrow path. It was more sensual than sexual, actually. Being in nature, naked with another hot man, gave me much pleasure from the experience alone. We eventually emerged from the woods and started down a narrow valley. The treeless desert hills rose up on either side, and the sun beat down on us with a summer-intensity. We stopped once to down a brew under the shade of a lonely tree and then continued deeper into the canyon. About a mile down the path, a small oasis of palm trees appeared. We needed to get out of the sun and decided that it looked like an appropriate spot. When we got to the location, about 20' off the path, we put down a couple towels on the grasses and sat down to consume another brew and continue with our conversation about nudity. What had been only sensual for the first two hours became sexual rather abruptly. Neither of us had had an erection until now - and then both cocks popped up at about the same time. We pointed at each other, laughed and then nearly attacked one another with a passion that was fueled by the sun inching its way over the crest of the nearby hillside, an emerging sundowner breeze, the rustling of leaves and the realization that two hot men were gonna enjoy hot cock-and-cum sex totally naked outdoors. It was surrealistic, moments that could never be completely re-created. We took turns sucking each other's cock and then frequently embraced with our cocks positioned between our legs, grinding our crotches together and sliding our tongues down each other's throat. We ended up kneeling in front of each other, playing with each other's balls and butts and cumming all over each other's pubic hair and cock. Hot loads, hot time, hot man sex and bonding. As the sun continued to set, we strolled (rather than hiked) the two miles or so back to the parking lot, getting dressed only as we approached the trail head. The lot was now deserted, save for our two cars. We bid each other farewell and made plans for a future meeting.

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