A semi fictional tale of my life growing up in the 1980's.
All characters depicted are over eighteen, unprotected sex is obviously not recommended.
The first part is 100% true, the remainder is just fantasy.
I was, as everyone believed, to be a normal kid in his late teens getting on with life in a small town in Southern England. A tad under six feet in height, an average student who excelled more at sporting activities than in the classroom. I had, back then, a small circle of friends who regularly met to do what bored teens tend to do, which was drinking, smoking weed and generally fooling around. I had a few casual girlfriends but nothing that serious, somehow my interest would wane and we just stopped seeing each other.
But I had a guilty secret, every now and then I had the strongest sexual urge which I couldn't control. I felt ashamed, but as I said it felt totally out of my hands, no pun intended. It was if my cock was in the driving seat, whispering in my ear " Yeah let's do it, come on you know you love it". And I did.
Out drinking with my mates I would make excuses to leave and with mocking insults such as lightweight and pussy boy thrown my way I would make my way, or so they thought, home.
But I didn't.
Turning the corner into my dimly lit street a path led away from the houses and, as I am sure you have guessed, into the woods. I knew the paths like the back of my hand and as twigs cracked underfoot made my to a very private spot concealed by ferns and shrubs. With shaking hands I would peel off my tee shirt, next my shorts were off exposing my tenting cock, then came shoes and socks and then finally my pre cum stained briefs.
The feeling of being naked outdoors with the cool night air caressing my body was intoxicating, it was like a drug and although I knew it was wrong my cock thought otherwise, I got so hard it almost hurt.
It was dirty and naughty.
It was animalistic.
It was so fucking erotic.
I loved it.
Often I straddled a fallen branch and let the coarse bark rub between my cheeks and under my scrotum bringing waves of pleasure to my rigid six inch teen cock. I would moan softly as I gripped my member and with my head thrown back began to slowly wank.
It never took a long time, maybe three or four minutes until my rigid cock spewed out ropes of creamy cum onto the fallen Autumn leaves below.
After the euphoria had worn off shame started to creep in and dressing hurriedly would make my way quickly home to the safety of my bedroom.
God only knows what my friends would say if they knew about my nocturnal escapades, I would probably be branded a gay pervert and be ostracised by one and all so I kept this part of my life deeply hidden, it was almost a Jekyll and Hyde existence.
Anyway fast forward a couple of years and my longest girlfriend so far had left me, I think my unenthusiastic reaction to sex had become a bore, who could blame her, she needed a stud which obviously I wasn't.
Don't get me wrong her pussy excited me and I loved the feeling of giving her oral, but she didn't reciprocate, after a while i just got bored.
One evening I found myself alone and horny wondering what to do, remember this is pre mobile phone era so I couldn't "Phone a friend".
And the voices started in my crotch.
"Go to the woods, get naked and have a glorious wank", my cock began to take command and it began to twitch at the thought, I grabbed a light jacket and headed out.
It was a lovely warm moonlit evening with a light breeze rippling through the tree canopy, perfect I thought and pressed on through the woods and onto the seldom used narrow track.
The path sloped gently downhill and at the bottom I parted a bush and veered off to the left
