Shasta Lake Hobbies
At the time of this story, I was 26 years old. Single, and for the most part straight, but with some gay experience. Mostly a few random late night meet ups with strangers where I ended up sucking their cock for awhile and then letting then finish by jerking off on my face.
It was another hot day in Northern California, and fortunately for me I had the week off. So, since it was a Tuesday morning, I figured I'd head up to Shasta Lake to get some peace and quiet and relax in the mountain air while most everyone else worked and schooled on the weekday.
I got up there around 10am. Parked my truck and headed off on a short trail that gradually cut down to the lake side. After about 15 minutes, give or take, I made it down to the sandy area and had a tiny piece of the lake to myself. I pulled off my shirt and was about to lay back and relax when I realized that now was as good as time as any to fully feel free and take it all off.
So, I undressed completely and tossed my shoes, socks, shorts and shirt in a small pile a few feet away as I felt the warm embrace of the warming soft sand on my neck, back, and my bare ass. It didn't take long before the cozy warmth allowed me to drift asleep momentarily.
My eyes popped open as one's does when you suddenly realize you slept through an alarm. But it was more out of the reality of being fully exposed in the wide open nature where anyone could walk past or float by. From the position of the sun above, I knew not much time had actually past. I allowed myself a smile and a deep breath in of the fresh breeze that was tickling my legs, up over my modest cock, and into my face.
I glanced off to each side of me, taking in the beauty of the tree covered mountains and was about to close my eyes once more when I realized that something wasn't quite right in my gaze. I snapped my head back to my right....then my left. Then, I sat up like a spring.
My clothes were gone.
A panicked confusion overtook me as I went to a all fours position while staying somewhat low as if I was hiding in the wide open beach area. I scanned the tree line about 30 feet away frantically when I saw him.
An older man, I would guess around early to mid 40s. Medium build, very well tanned, and a bit over six foot tall. He was cradling the bundle of my clothes with his left arm against his side. Smiling through his scruff trimmed beard, and as my eyes continued to examine my new situation,...I saw that he was holding his white shorts down exposing a very tanned girthy semi erect cock with his right hand.
Before I could even get out the words "What the fu-", he motioned to my clothes as he said "If you want these....", and then motioned and flopped his heavy looking cock with his right hand and continued, "...you better want this!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I exclaimed. "Gimme my fucking clothes, you psycho."
He laughed, "You'll get'm back. Just as soon as you earn them back."
Totally in a state of shock I stuttered out; "Earn? What the....What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"
"What I want is first your mouth, then I'll have that nice looking ass of yours. Why? Because you're here, you're alone, and you look like you'll be a good little fuck boy for this daddy." He said with a conviction that he was already anouncing ownership over me and all my parts.
I slowly stood up, facing him the entire time. I stood still for a few moments, allowing the reality of my situation to totally embrace me, even as the warm breeze from the sands tickled up between my legs and around my soft dick and balls. I stood there, watching him examine me in great detail from toes to top of my head.
