"You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough."
- William Blake
Chapter II:
The thick underbrush covered my sweaty unclothed body from the watchful eye of the police pursuing me. I stumbled alone through the forest naked. Naked as I was born. Naked as everyone came into the world. Naked liked Adam and Eve. Naked like a caveman. Unlike my ancestors who probably walked through the forest naked every day, I had never been naked outdoors before today. I laughed at the fact that human's most natural act seemed deviant to me. As I stopped for moment to let my shoeless feet rest, I panted softly. I caught my breath believing I was safe.
I laughed again. Being naked, I felt like anyone else in the world. The feeling gave me a tinge of disgust in my stomach. If the police found, they wouldn't know I was lawyer. My gold watch sat unworn in my bag back on the nude beach. My fitted jeans were in a jumble on my abandoned towel, probably now covered in sand. I didn't even have my Michigan-Law t-shirt blazoned across my chest. The only story my pale skin told was that I rarely wandered the outdoors I was a foreigner here. My panicked eyes revealed the fear that I was touching the real world, painful and dirty. Here, I was nobody of any consequence. My feet were planted like any other tree in miles of Wisconsin forest.
My penis now hung flaccid. The rush of blood from fleeing through the bushes had softened my once rock-hard erection. One moment my mind was consumed by the lust I felt watching the two young college rednecks on the dunes behind the beach. They were consumed in their lust for each other. As I heard the police come, I ran. Now I was consumed by this forest with nothing by the bristled hair on my face and the strands of my pubic hair filled with sand. I noticed that as my dick contracted, a thin coating of pre-cum had leaked from its tip. I wiped it off with my hand and on to the nearest tree, trying to lessen the evidence of my perverse mind as the government pursued me.
Pine trees lined the sand on the river bank Judging from their massive height, I judged they sprouted centuries ago. As I crouched behind a smaller bristle-cone pine further up the ravine from the beach, I imagined the same tree stood there before Europeans had even reached this far inland. Now naked, I was no different than a native hunting for deer in a different time. Time flowed but sometimes not much changed. At the moment I could be anywhere in the past, present, or future, without any clothes to anchor me. I felt oddly detached from the sensation of time and space. My blood flowed with endorphins from the half-mile sprint to cover the pain from my heaving chest and my bloody feet. The rush of my internal drugs made prickles my pleasantly confused skin.
I could hear Murad's obnoxious giggle in my head. He loved to make me uncomfortable, and here and now, he succeeded. I sat down, naked and alone, on a mossy log. My throat choked as I constructed my improbable defense of how I ended up here. The police still pursued me. If they found me, I would face a record for indecent exposure and lewd conduct in a public area. I would win the case, as I always did. But if I spent a night in jail wearing public-issued clothing and saw my disheveled mug shot to a laughable police blotter, I wouldn't be able to show my face in a law office for years.
As I looked toward the ground at my feet, I saw they were torn up from running on jagged rocks and fallen tree branches. Pulling back from a brief moment of despair, I could feel a strong hand with long fingers clasp my heaving shoulders. It was done. They found me, I thought as I prepared in my head how I would plead with the policeman to let me go. I was then surprised to feel a gentle poke under my right shoulder blade. Did he have a gun? No. The sensation was softer and warmer, and it felt more natural than metal. Also it had a feeling of human skin with a strange moisture on it.
With a strange mixture of fear and acceptance, I turned my head slowly. My gaze met a wicked smile underneath a ginger beard. My eyes traced his body down from his mouth. The man was naked from the waist down. I could tell his chest was strong and chiseled underneath his tight t-shirt. His abdomen had clear muscles from what I could see beneath his single piece of clothing. His pubic hair was also ginger and unkempt. As my eyes continued downward I saw his long dick was still mostly hard and extended outward poking me on the back. It was still covered with a thin coating of lube. I instinctively pulled away despite being aroused by the strange encounter. "Are you here to arrest me?" the young man asked with a beautiful honesty showing in his deep blue eyes.
"No," I said looking back toward the ground. "I thought you were." I recognized him by the name Kasey, one of the young couple I had seen previously fucking behind the dunes.
"Are you some kind of pervert who gets off watching college boys do all the things you are too much of a chicken-shit to do yourself?"
"Kind of, yeah," I responded casually. "Aren't we all?" I looked down at my own gym-toned body. Despite years of training and diet, I still felt small beside his unrestrained attitude. "But it wasn't intentional."
I stood up and turned around to face the young, wild man in front of me. I had strength and experience fighting in my boxing class at the gym downtown. I could defend myself against this loose cannon. But he, like his young gay lover, were unpredictable, and I was far from my element. "I went to take a piss in the woods, and I saw you guys..." I looked at him in the eyes and taken back by their deep blue. His untamed eyes made him look like a feral animal, unafraid to show his disdain and fear and anger. His uneven smile and shaved head made him look like a local redneck here to bash the local lost naked city dweller. "When I heard the cops come I panicked and ran into the woods,"
While he had a noticeable tinge of fear over my admission of what I saw, his seeming justified anger and disregard for authority overpowered his expression. "Fucking pigs," he said and spit on to the ground by my feet. "Those faggots have nothing better to do than to get their rocks off chasing people who were just having fun."
"I agree with you," I said. "If you have any suggestions on how to get some clothes please let me know. You look like you are from around here."
"You certainly don't," he said with a forceful laugh. The adrenaline had started to wear off, and I unexpectedly forgot about my own nakedness. At the moment, I was too concerned with my own future to feel how much is raw sexuality excited every nerve on my skin.
"Look, I'm a lot shorter, your shirt may cover me. Maybe if I could borrow your shirt, I could take the path back to the beach and get our clothes back. I'm a lawyer and the cop didn't get a good look at me. I could grab some clothes and bring them back here," I said with a tinge of hope he would listen to reason.
