Growing up in the 70’s and being able to run free in local bushland allowed for a lot of naked exploration. A fairly common game in the neighbourhood was “rudies”. This entailed everyone stripping off and playing with themselves and comparing techniques.
Throughout my youth, “rudies” was a popular passtime in the neighbourhood. To the extent that those in the know would ask, “Do you want to go into the bush and play rudies?” I was constantly horny and always up for it. My induction into the neighbourhood group took place when the neighbour asked if I wanted to play in the bush. Across the road from us, and up the road a bit was extenstive bushland. We lived in a newish suburb, so there were a lot of woods around. On this first occasion we didn’t hike very far into the bush to arrive at a spot that was fairly concealed, but clear enough of bush so we could stand around playing with ourselves and watching each other. Perhaps the reason I wasn’t so shocked when the neighbour dropped his pants and started playing with himself is because at home running around naked in the yard and playing with water in and out of the pool we had was normal. He encouraged me to strip off and do the same thing, demonstrating how to get a stiffy, then stroking it. One of the odd things I could never figure out at the time, is that he liked to push down on his erection so it pointed towards the ground. The technique was to push down as far as possible and enjoy the pressure it produced. I found it uncomfortable and unrewarding so I just stuck to stroking. He liked to get others to push down on it for him. Again, this didn’t do much for me so I tended to decline his invitations to play. I can understand now why he enjoyed the sensation, often when I have morning wood, laying on my stomach and arching my back to apply pressure on my erection as I wake is quite enjoyable. There were times when there were five or six of us all jacking off together. More often it would be pairs of us. Far more frequently than that, I’d explore the bush myself. I’d nearly always do this naked once I was far enough away from the houses. The person I enjoyed playing rudies with most was Jenny (name changed). A girl that lived across the road from me. It wasn’t always easy to coax her into the bush. I think she was often nervous about getting caught, but she always enjoyed watching me jack off, and I loved seeing her naked while I did it. She didn’t really touch herself. We’d rub bodies. Me mainly rubbing my hardon up against her leg. When we were older I found some porn mags my Dad had and wanted to try some of the things I’d seen there with her. I was disappointed that she didn’t want a bar of it and that was pretty much the end of us getting naked in the bush together. It was in and around this time that I figured out if I got piggyback rides from friends, the friction of my hardon rubbing against their backs could get me off. One particular friend I had was always obliging. I’d get him to carry me around until the excitement hit it’s climax. During my solo trips, there were more than a few occassions when I almost got caught by friends from school that didn’t know about “rudies”. One particular time I was down a bank wanking away when two guys I knew from school started heading towards me calling my name. I wasn’t in the mood for company, and it wasn’t long before I needed to head home for dinner. I quickly dressed, and spent the next half hour eluding them. They’d gotten so pissed off that they were threatening to beat me up when they found me. I was small and stealthy, so there was no chance of them finding me. My best memories are during my teens. I’d head off in the mornings on the weekend and not come back till dinner. There was extensive woods at the end of the road and I spent a lot of time there naked. I’d jack off at least two or three times a visit. There were a lot of ferns up there and pampaus grass. During the summer I liked to break off a piece of each, lay down naked and use the fern frond or soft pampaus grass to carasses myself. I’d run the frond up and down my body. Up over my chest, down across my stomach and up and down my throbbing rod. It used to drive me wild. I’ll post a story separately where I used to do this with a high school friend. When the excitement got too much I’d beat off till I shoot a huge load of cum. There was a small stream up there with a small waterfall. I’d sit under that so the cascade was landing in my crotch. The water was cold but what I found is that the numbing sensation added to the enjoyment when I sat up out of the water and beat myself off. As I stroked and my cock warmed up, the extra tightness of cold balls and cock made for a better climax. A number of years ago when I was under a lot of stress, I tried to remember a time in my life I was really care free and happy. I remembered those youthful times and that lead to me exploring parks and reserves naked again. These days I scope out local locations I can get naked, enjoy a wank if the mood strikes me and chill out in the warm sun. I’ve recently figured out early evening on a weekday is ideal for skinny dipped and walking naked. Again, another story for a future time.
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