Stranger in the Woods

I remember I was about eighteen, and still lived at home with my parents when this story took place.  It all began like a fairly typical day.   I met Jackie my best friend, and my next door neighbor, at the foot of the path outside my back door.  She greeted me with a smile and we began our daily walk towards the creek.  It was a warm day, the sun was shining and the smell of fresh Autumn leaves filled the air.  

We had been hanging out in the strip mind by the creek since we were only ten years old.  We loved to wade in the shallow water, pick flowers, and climb trees.  Life was so much simpler then.....  As we grew older we began to use our hang out for more adult things like sneaking a cigarette, or drinking a can of beer stolen from her father's fridge.

We leisurely strolled down the path towards our favorite climbing tree.    Jackie had picked a flower and was holding it up to her nose as we walked.  I picked a blade of grass and chewed it between my teeth.  When we got to the tree we both climbed up to our favorite limbs and sat with our legs dangling playfully. 

Jackie began rambling on excitedly about some guy she had a crush on while I sat quietly and pretended to listen.

I had a perfect view of the creek and all of the nature that surrounded us. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Jackie quieted herself, as she pointed across the creek.  "Look," she whispered extending her finger to an area almost directly across from us."

  I leaned to one side to peer between the leaves that blocked my view.  

There was a man standing alone on the opposite side of the creek.  He was wearing a tank top that showed off his beautiful tan, and tight muscles.  It took me a moment but, as I focused on his face I remembered him to be a friend of Jackie's Father. 

I had seen him several times before but only from a greater distance.  He looked to be in his twenties or thirties and sort of tall and thin.  

We quietly watched him as he gazed at the water and skipped stones.  He was intriguing and sexy, definitely the outdoors type. We muffled our chuckles as we ease dropped on the sexy stranger, and threw each other occasional smirking glances. 

No one had ever came back to our spot before, at least not that we knew of. 

The man sat down on a rock and laid back for several minutes.  I thought maybe he had fallen asleep.  His back arched as he laid over the large rock, his shirt was pulled up to expose his firm stomach.  Somehow he managed to make laying on the rock look extremely comfortable.  I guess we should of made our presence known to him but we were so captivated by him, the thought seemed absurd.

After a while he slid his hand down over his sweaty stomach and his fingers followed a trail of hair down his body.  He stopped when he reached his crotch and squeezed himself over the front of his jeans. 

We both snickered quietly.  Then he stood up and unzipped his pants.  I was so excited I could hardly keep quiet. We watched wide eyed as he dropped his pants to the ground.  Although I hadn't seen many penises up to that point I thought it was a quite perfect one.  

He wrapped his hand around the shaft of it and began tugging on it.  At first it was a slow but constant tugging which grew faster, and faster.  The head of his cock looked red and swollen, and his tiny balls appeared tight, and pulled close to his body.  He was looking down at his cock as he stroked  it.  Again and again, his tight fist moved up and down the length of his perfect penis.  

I wasn't laughing anymore and either was Jackie.  We were too overcome by the intense urgency that seemed to fill the man as he pleasured himself.  I was beginning to fantasize it was me this stranger was thinking of as he yanked at himself.  I wondered why a man like that would ever need to masturbate.  He could probably have any woman he wanted.  

We watched in awe as he slid his hand up and down his throbbing penis.  His forehead was beginning to sweat and his face was turning a new shade of red. He began yanking  at himself  harder and faster! 

Suddenly he let out a mumbled groan and sperm spurted from the tip of his penis.  He shot the sticky load onto the palm of his hand as he milked it out.  Then he put his hand to his mouth and tasted it, before washing his hands in the creek.  

The stranger pulled up his pants and started to walk away.  Jackie and I looked at each other and chuckled.  He turned and looked in our direction, then he waved right at us.

 We didn't move we didn't even breath for several minutes.  We were frozen with fear.  Then he turned again and went down the path, he must of knew we were there the whole time. 

We had never seen such an event, and will never forget it.