Lucrezia Magazine

It was a warm summer night and I couldn’t sleep.

I twisted and swirled amongst the bed sheets, until I felt like a bound, living mummy. I rose and naked went downstairs. The warmth of two ninety-degree days lingered in the house. Tributaries of warm air swirled about me, as I opened the refrigerator and took a swig from the water bottle. The cool air felt invigorating on my body. I closed the fridge door and thought, Well I’m awake, now.

I decided to go for a run. I had been keeping to a regular running schedule, but those hot summer days had taken all my energy. Now, I was jonesing for a jog.

I donned shorts, no undies, shoes, no socks, a T-shirt, and headed up the street at a medium, steady pace. I passed under sporadic bright spots of street lamps, to the neighborhood park that had a track, softball field, and a small wooded area between a group of picnic tables.

I stood on the track, and looked around. This is nice, I thought, no one here. The air warm and still. I stretched, feeling each of my muscles come alive.

Including the one between my legs. My shaft strained against the nylon fabric. It’s been a while, since the love muscle has been worked. I felt my cock pushing my shorts. I am by myself, here, I thought, why not run the track naked. Give myself a thrill. A salute to my college days of streaking. A dare to myself. I chuckled, embarrassed by the thought. I took my laps with a smile.

After a few, I finished wet and breathing hard.

I did a warm down walk and with hands on hips, looked at the wooded area, a stand of trees and brush. On the other side were picnic tables and a small parking area. Trails permeated the woods. The city had tried to make the whole stand into a dog park but the neighbors rallied against it, because of the possible accumulations of noise and dog crap, so the woods remained mainly untouched. Home to various critters, after dinner strollers and the high school cross-country team that ran through them in the fall.

A single, weak light illuminated the opening. I stood at the edge of the woods, looking down the dark path. Those daring thoughts reemerged, as did my arousal. A not so subtle tap on the shoulder from my mischievous side. My hands, guided by those naughty impish whisperings ran along my hips. My fingers tugged at my shorts, as if not my own. I slid them down my thighs. I’m doing this. My heartbeat quickened and it felt like all the blood ran to my cock, as I peeled off my shirt and stepped from my shorts. My cock was hard. Angling up. A shocking, insistent tumescence. It bounced as I stepped onto the trail and into the darkness.

I heard only my steps and my pounding heart as I walked naked through the woods. My fear, my anticipation: someone might see me. Want me. Lovers had been known to meet each other here, and the idea of someone grabbing my cock from behind and gently stroking, maybe a woman out for a single, anonymous thrill, entered my mind and grabbed me by the cock, pulling me deeper into the woods.

I felt free and sensuous. Shrubs and branches reached out and copped a feel. I walked most of the well-worn trails. Stopped and listened to passing cars on the distant freeway. This was a city park, and being here had embarrassing legal ramifications. But this excited me more. I made plans to return, often.

I clutched my damp notions of clothing, until in a finality of daring and freedom, decided to tuck them behind a bush. My free hand seemed to accentuate my nakedness, the last bit of covering gone, except for my shoes. My palm was grazed by a slight wisp of warm air.

My mind raced through erotic scenarios. I thought about walking home naked, the street my own, my body illuminated in sharp, intervals of display by street lamps, and maybe in totality by oncoming headlights. The thrill that would consume me. I stroked my cock at the thought, then mentally set it aside, salacious and adventurous though it was, and walked the main trail that lead to a set of picnic tables under a small grove of trees. A daring pursuit, as the picnic area wasn’t far from either the road or a new housing development across the street. I reconsidered and went back for my shorts and shirt.

Clothes in hand, I walked to the clearing. There was a streetlight. My body was lit. I jumped at the discovery. When did they put that there? I moved to a darkened table. I was so turned on, I knew I’d have to pleasure myself, feel the edge of the table on my butt as I jacked.

I moved along the border of light, spotting the perfect one, darkened under a grove of trees.

A disembodied voice broke the silence.

“Nice night for a run, huh?”