I must have gone to sleep. Because I didn't know if I was dreaming or if I really felt it.
Like the whole summer, I had retreated to my favorite spot in the field, laid out my blanket, freed myself of all my clothes, and laid me down to sunbathing. I had found this place more by accident when I was driving home from the gym. My studio was about ten minutes from home, but the area changed suddenly. Here is the city with the many people and there the rural region with the fields, the courtyards and the slower life. I really enjoyed this difference. So I went sweating my usual way home to take a deep shower. From an inspiration I spontaneously took an abbreviation, which did not go on the fortified path but practically across a field over a tramp path, with my mountain bike no problem.
The start of the summer was very promising, because a very stable early high had been established, which should stay long and make the days warm, sunny and cloudless. That's how it was on this day too, and as I drove along the path, I was in no hurry to get home. The sweat and the tired but well-inflated muscles felt good and I wanted to enjoy the moment a bit longer.
So I jumped off the bike spontaneously, pushed it a bit off the path so that nobody would see and steal it and then put it between the increasingly dense cereal. I kept pounding myself into the field and discovered a small clearing, almost like one of those famous corn circles. On an area of perhaps three square meters nothing grew. There was only a light grassy vegetation. And the best thing was: the sun shone towards the middle of the clearing. Following an inspiration, I took my training towel out of my backpack, spread it on the floor and pulled out my shirt so that the sun could kiss my tired muscles. It was simply wonderful. Because I like most people (although some would not admit it) being completely naked, I simply pulled down my sports pants. I don't wear boxershorts anyway, in order to have at least the bit of freedom. The tramp path was relatively far away and the normal way anyway. And should anyone appear unexpectedly, I would surely hear it early enough to react.
But no one appeared. So I lay on this day the first time naked on my new place in the sun and enjoyed the sunrays on every inch of my ever-smooth and hairless skin. Of course also on my penis and on my butt the sun unfolded its strength. After a while I began to fondle me and since my cock was already hard, it did not take long until I unloaded myself with a proper surge. Then I lay down for a while in the sun and thought that I would come here more often.
And that was what I did that summer and in the end, I was on on "my" clearing every day in the grain field and was never disturbed. More and more I looked forward to the time after the workout rather than to the training itself. I put on my own blanket and began to take my favorite toys as well to spoil me in the sun. But this is another story. :-)
