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Dare by Moonlight Ch. 01

By: Drmaxc



"You wouldn't dare."

"I would, you know."

"Right then - two o'clock by the lake at the beach."

It was not easy for Greg to wake but he had promised -- no - accepted the dare that very afternoon, and he crept out of his sleeping bag and laced up his walking boots. It had perhaps been the result of too much beer at lunch time. He glanced at Mikey but he could hardly make him out in the dark and his snoring told Greg he was fast asleep. It was not cold outside the tent, it being high summer, and he set off without a shiver across the dark and silent campsite. Nobody stirred; all was still; which was just as well. After all how was Greg going to explain to anyone why he was up and doing at that hour of the morning dressed ready for a hike in stout walking boots and socks. Safely beyond the camp and well onto the track down to the lake, he paused and relieved himself, the pent up water splashing rather noisily in the silence of the night.

By the lake, perhaps even silhouetted against the phosphorescence of the lake, would Tansia really be waiting? Would she actually be there; would she really be naked just like him? It was difficult to believe that Jim's girl could be doing this. More likely it was just a joke, she would laugh at him safe from within her clothes and the others would appear out of the bushes fully dressed to mock him as he stood in nothing but a pair of boots with his tackle drooping and caught in the torchlight.

She was there all the same and alone. Greg's hand touched her hip just to make sure. Not her pubis, not her bottom but the side of her hip. It was unclothed.

"Satisfied?" She asked. He was. She had done what she had said.

"Drink this."

Greg drank. "What is it?"

"An aphrodisiac."

"What!" Greg wondered if he had struck lucky. Instead of a moonlit walk was he about to fuck Jim's girl for the next few hours?

"It'll make you hard in about fifteen minutes. Rock hard as they say. Hard as you've never been before I suspect."

"What! Why?"

"It'll make the walk, erm, more interesting for you. You'll not want to be seen like that! A really naked walk. Oh, and don't think of having a sly little wank. That'll do you no good at all. You'll stay hard for hours either way and there's nothing you can do about that. Wanking will just make your balls ache. Especially as you'll probably not be able to stop. Best, I think, to keep it in." 

She giggled. It was the giggle Greg loved.

"What about you?"

The girl drank.

"But it won't be the same. Nobody could tell. Not like a man."

"It won't feel like that, I can assure you, it'll feel as if my clit is sticking two or three inches out from my body and gently dripping. No, I shan't want to be caught like that or with the other thing."

"What other thing?"

"You'll see. Off you go." Her hand reached out and patted his backside. His naked backside. It sent a shiver up his spine. Jim's girl patting his naked bottom. It added to the thrill of being naked with her.

He walked to the left, Tansia to the right - the sinister and dexter - the wrong way around. Were they really going to do this? Walk naked around the lake before the others were up? It had been the dare.

Of course he had walked it before but not like this. Not dressed in just a pair of hiking boots. There was silence but for the lapping waves. It was too early for birdsong. Too early for any sound but the scrunch of his boots on the shoreline gravel. He turned but already Tansia's vague form was hidden by the darkness.

There was a sense of freedom in being unclothed - textile free as the nudists would say - and an added spice of danger. Not that there would be anyone around at that hour of the morning and even if there was he or she would not be able to see him; not see his cock and balls swinging as he walked or his bare buttocks. He could walk past someone with impunity - for a little while anyway.

The path climbed, a little up from the lake but it was a clear path without obstacles and Greg was sure of his way. Shortly the moon would rise sending some light across the lake; he would need that as the path got trickier. He thought of Tansia making her naked way around the other side of the lake. The image of her naked was interesting - it was not something he had seen. She was Jim's girl after all: but that did not mean he was not interested. Who wouldn't be? He wondered about her breasts unrestrained. It was not perhaps a good thing to be thinking about.

He had heard them 'at it' in their tent and been suitably jealous and had let his imagination run. Greg had, sort of, thought Jim should really have shared her around. An amusing notion, a fantasy and not one Tansia would have liked. She did not see herself as Jim's property or anyone else's for that matter. Very much her own girl.

He felt the first stirrings of an erection. Not here surely, not out in the open? Greg should not have thought of sex. But once started he could not seem to stop. Despite the exertion of walking, despite the care he was taking in the darkness, despite his worry over being stark naked, his cock was growing; rising up in front of him, pointing first ahead and then up at the stars and it felt so big as if it was growing longer and larger than ever before - a strong powerful erection. He could feel the foreskin rolling back revealing the whole head to the dark of the night. Surely Tansia's drink could not have had such an effect - and what was it doing to her?

Greg felt strong, masculine and perhaps faintly ridiculous. He was walking out in the open, strutting around a lake with an erection, a hard on, a tumescent penis. He had never done anything like this before and, despite trying not to think of naked Tansia, it would not go down.

Tansia's drink was indeed having its effect. Between his legs he could feel the hard ridge of the penile support stretching back between his legs and as for the shaft it felt as if two rigid steel rods were pushing up either side of it holding the head massively erect on the end of its stalk. The head itself felt so full, so achingly full of blood; the skin stretched taut perhaps causing the little slitted opening to gape. He could not see it for the moon was not yet up, but it felt so big, so enormous so in need of penetrating a woman. Greg had a tremendous desire to take it in hand and wank, really work it until the release of semen - it would fly for yards he was sure. But Tansia had said not to, had said he must ignore it and keep walking; that wanking would do no good. He knew if he so much as touched he would not be able to stop. 

Greg kept walking but there was no subsiding of his erection. And he could not stop himself thinking back to Tansia actually having referred to his cock - actually mentioned his erection and the wanking thing - let alone also referring to her own sexual parts. The thoughts pleasant, indeed erotic, but doing nothing to help him with his 'problem.'

As he reached the top of a rise the moon crept over the horizon and Greg could see its reflection coming across the lake to him. He paused for a moment. Across the water where the lake finished must be Tansia making the other path. Could she perhaps see him standing there, a tiny figure so far away? He did not think she had binoculars so she would not be able to see him looking out over the lake with his penis all hard. He glanced down. It certainly looked big. Greg was not un-endowed but it did actually look bigger than usual though, of course, without colour in the moonlight. Was the head more of a dull purple that night because of the pressure within: not its usual light pink? Why had Tansia given the drink? This made the walk so much harder - in more ways than one - more of a challenge. Where had she got the aphrodisiac from? Why had she had it with her? What was it?

He must have been walking almost an hour already and still his erection stood to the front of him. Only when wanking to porn had it been so hard for so long. Greg could see easier, now that the moon was higher, could see down the path ahead of him; and he kept a sharp lookout; he did not expect someone on the trail at that hour, at three in the morning, but he could not be sure. Perhaps a hunter might go that way or simply someone out for a stroll and, in the moonlight, that person would not miss the fact he was naked, not miss his evident sexual excitement. And what would the person's reaction be? A stunned silence, a pretence it was not there or, worse, referring to it with or without interest. And what if it was a woman? Would she expect the worse and run away screaming thinking him a particularly mad rapist on the prowl. No, Greg had to be ready, ready to hide. He had to see before being seen.

Greg's boots thumped on the ground as he marched along. It was not cold but perfectly pleasant. Good to be out for a stroll and good not to be weighed down by a pack or encumbered by clothes. He felt rather manly striding along naked, a bull on the move - a bull with one hell of a horn! He could imagine himself doing this again but not in the middle of the night and not for so long. Perhaps just a short naked walk in the deepest forest, a private walk where he could fantasise in his head and perhaps do that masturbation thing Tansia had warned him against. What did he look like? Not a bad figure of a man and with such an upstanding erection; not pointing the way straight ahead but standing almost vertically. Greg could not help thinking he presented a rather impressive picture.

The sudden sight of a figure ahead knocked all thoughts of manliness out of his mind and he slunk straight off the track into the trees and stood almost holding his breath as the figure came nearer and went past. The figure was a man, a clothed man with a pack evidently camping but having got going really early. Perhaps he had a long way to hike.

Greg had not been seen, there was no cheery 'good morning' as the hiker peered into the gloom of the wood trying to discern Greg and wondering why he was hiding. He was relieved that he had been on his toes; had been able to hide; he would need to keep a sharp look out. He could not be seen like he was. He did not feel quite so impressive, quite such a fine figure as he resumed his walk: instead he felt he was skulking along like a miscreant up to no good.

What would it have been like if the dare had extended to Jim and Alan as well, and if Tansia had given all of them the drink? No way of hiding from each other. One by one their cocks would have risen in the dark and stayed like that. The gradual discernment as the moonlight came up of each other's erections standing proud probably at different angles but iron hard nonetheless; they would not have felt different from how he was feeling; an embarrassment for all as their manliness was revealed in the growing light. Greg shivered and looked down at his cock bouncing from side to side. They would all be like that.

He could feel his desire to touch it, to stroke it, to make the cum fly. He could imagine doing it as he walked - the cum spurting as he took first one step then another. He was sure that if he could not stop thinking about sex, it would be just as difficult for the other men if they were with him. Their talk would keep turning back to sex, turning to the thought of Tansia coming around the lake towards them. Fuck; Greg could not stop thinking about what he would like to do to her when they met (would she be thinking the same?) and he could not imagine it would not be like that for the three of them - their talk getting increasingly personal and sexual, perhaps Jim telling them what intercourse with Tansia was really like, what she did and liked - whether she swallowed?

Worse though, than talking of fucking Jim's girl, would be their pure lust. It would be so easy to 'accidently' bump their cocks together; pause for a discussion and find their cockheads just happening to touch; just a slight knocking together or glancing blow; an intake of breath at the stimulation and then one and then another doing it again until all were just rubbing their shiny, sensitive heads together; sort of pretending it was not happening as they talked in a circle but all the time rubbing and rubbing together enjoying the stimulation of smooth flesh on flesh until it happened - the awful thing. A groan from Jim or Alan or maybe himself and from one of the cockheads would shoot or flow the white warm semen up into the air and onto the other two penises. A laval flowing not simply down the ejaculating penis but down its fellows as well. A terrible image.

Would the warmth and wetness set the other off? A strange mixing of their semen; three cocks flowing at once, a strange bonding of friends into a brotherhood by moonlight; the embarrassment and then the awful ache that Tansia had warned about - an ache because their cocks would not subside. A guilty, embarrassed moving apart but with the white semen still joining the three cocks in long sticky stands as they pulled away from each other - not looking their fellow in the eye. Would they keep walking like that with their cocks all wet and a bit cold from their own and friends' cum - but still rock hard? An even worse sight to be seen by strangers: not just three naked men, not just three naked men with erections but three naked men with obviously recently discharged cocks still standing.

They did not have tissues or handkerchiefs or clothes to wipe the semen onto. Would they perhaps surreptitiously try to wipe it off with their hands and consume it - but it would not just be their own! Or worse, agree mutually to clean their fellows by getting down on their knees and sucking the others cock to remove all trace of the ejaculations - even sucking any remaining dribble from their friend's urethra. Dreadful thought! Surely, more likely, they would stop and bathe in the cool water of the lake and wash the spendings of their fellows from their cocks and chests. Muttered apologies as they engaged in their ablutions, an agreement 'not to do that again' and definitely not tell Tansia: but secretly knowing it was a risk further on - it could so easily happen again. A realisation that their ejaculations had not killed their desire as they climbed from the lake revealing to each other in stark monochrome moonlight their erections just as full and potent as before.

How awful to contemplate this homosexuality but in the state Greg was in even this gay activity seemed strangely attractive. He hurriedly turned his mind back to Tansia and girls. Immensely preferable. What if he had been walking with Tansia or with the other girls? A rotten trick to play on him with the drink but how much more interesting once he got over his shyness of walking naked and erect with girls. A real erotic daydream for any man. And had Tansia not said the drink would have its effect on her and therefore the other girls? The idea of walking with girls (plural) in heat; their breasts bouncing but their nipples as hard as peas or beans; perhaps their arousal making them swing their hips in that very feminine way Greg so liked. Would he scent their arousal on the still air - the perfume rising from the hot little wet places between their legs? Would he catch a sight of wetness in the moonlight, a glistening or perhaps even drops of moisture running down between their thighs? How would they behave? What would it be like hiking with naked girls in heat? How pleasing to have his erection constantly admired.

If one stopped might he not just bump into one 'by mistake'; his standing cock pushing into the girl's arse crack, fitting perfectly up the divide; the softness of her buttocks against his thighs. Would that be enough to send his hyper excited cock into spasm, a sudden spurting warm and sticky up the girl's back?

"Greg! Really!" And all the girls suddenly looking at his spurting cock and the semen with looks of desire on their faces. Would it be too much for them and one would fall to her knees and just grab his cock between her lips as the others fell upon the girl he had bumped into; their tongues slurping the sticky white semen from the bumps of her backbone right where it had spurted. Perhaps even tongues slipping down into the divide between the buttocks where it had dripped and run. Would it descend into a lesbian orgy - one he could join in with his still erect prick, stuffing it into first one vagina and then another - the whole party rolling in the dirt of the track?

Or would Greg instead bump into tall Cynthia - she of the long, long, brown legs and instead of his cock simply pushing its length against the crack of her arse, a pleasant enough idea in itself, but because of her height the whole thing slipping up into her vagina in one smooth slippery accidental movement; embedding him with his glans on her cervix, his urethral eye pressed against the smoothness - an accidental rape! The erotic thought -- tall Cynthia, her soft bottom and an accidental rape - nearly sent Greg over the edge; his cock almost spewing in the moonlight just as he imagined it would do was he to have slipped into Cynthia by mistake; the sudden warm wetness and the sensation setting it off. Would she actually mind, or would he instead have found her pushing hard back against him and crying for him to "fuck her?"

A sound in the bushes startled Greg from his reverie. His body whipped towards it so fast that his penis slapped against his thigh. To his relief it was not a fellow walker perhaps turned from the path for a pee or coming in from a side path after a night asleep in the woods, but a rabbit looking at him with startled eyes before running for its burrow. The world was starting to wake up and Greg was not yet even half way around the lake on his hike. Half way when he would meet naked Tansia.

For the next half hour Greg tried to keep sex from his mind, tried to think of anything else but that thing. How pleasant the lake looked with not a breath of wind and just the moonlight on the water; so peaceful; so picturesque; such a serene place to be on a night hike. He tried to concentrate on the pleasure of walking, on the exercise; of being just him and nature alone together; keeping up a fast and furious pace. He tried running through what were his plans for later in the day; how were his finances; when did his car need servicing; what tasks he had when he returned from holiday; had Tansia slipped and got her naked bottom all muddy and had she had to slip into the moonlit water to rub the sticky, brown mud from her body?

Greg imagined them both slipping and sliding through mud and rain to reach a chalet with a hot, steamy bath, helping each other off with their cold, muddy damp clothes and then bathing and washing each other before rolling together on the towel strewn floor with their genitalia as one. It was no good - his mind kept returning to sex.

What was it like for Tansia? She had said it would be like walking with her clit sticking out two or three inches from her body - and dripping - the words had stuck in his mind! The phrases would have stuck of course: it was such an erotic image and for Jim's girlfriend to have said such words! The idea of her little pink clit poking out from her crack, poking out from the springy curls - if she didn't shave, he had not seen in the dark - just like a little miniature penis. He would not mind sucking that - nothing gay about sucking a girl's little cock/clitoris and making her come again and again before she returned the favour and he fed her with the gallons of cum it felt like he was carrying in his balls.

Greg shook his head. These thoughts would not do.

The sound of running water came to him and there, a little off the track, was a bubbling, splashing stream coming cold and fresh from the mountains. He knew the streams were safe to drink and he buried his face in a small waterfall and drank thirstily before splashing himself with the cold water trying to simulate the anti-erotic effect of a cold shower. He even sat in the stream trying to freeze his cock into submission. The stream was very cold and he had not liked sitting there but he felt better for it as he headed back on up the track, the moonlight shining on his wet skin and the evaporation cooling him further. It had, though, absolutely no effect on his cock though his balls drew up close to his body; it stood as proud as before and not even the foreskin had crept a millimetre up his shiny glans to give him warmth and a hint of modesty. The rim of the glans penis shone hard at the edge of the helmet. It looked a cock ready to do business - workmanlike and able.


Dare by Moonlight Ch. 01



Greg walked on as the first sound of birdsong came to him; the first tentative notes of the dawn chorus in the strengthening light. A hint of something more than moonlight on the horizon - the first indication of the approaching day. It would be so much more difficult to hide in the bright light of the morning.

Greg could not imagine he was the only person, yes there was Tansia as well, who went hiking naked, at least sometimes, around the lake. It was a growing pastime with even clubs of people out hiking naked. Not a sexual thing but just something people liked to do - like hiking itself. Greg, though, could not see that nude hiking with a girlfriend would not involve sex at some point in the day but that would not be that much different from a clothed hike with a girlfriend. It was very likely at some point in the afternoon her hiking shorts and panties would come off and she and her boyfriend would do the thing; privately rolling on the grass or between the trees; perhaps after a short play in a refreshing stream; perhaps even taking a short naked stroll away from their clothes if feeling confident in their seclusion. Kissing, fondling, sucking, and fucking until the semen came.

The dawn chorus was pretty and Greg listened happily as the sky brightened and the first tentative rays of the sun fell warm on his skin. It felt good to be out in the countryside, good to be alive, good to be walking naked at the dawn. There was something so very real about that. Being up and about before the world - at least he hoped so - and enjoying the exercise and the beauty of the fresh morning.

Of course the growing light also illuminated his erection for anyone to see. Greg sighed; he had been erect now for well over an hour and a half but, on the positive side, he had refrained from touching it. Indeed the last time his hand had touched his cock had been before his rendezvous with Tansia when he had relieved himself in the dark. If only he was like that now with his penis flopping softly against his thighs rather than sticking up in the air as if seeking women.

Greg had been conscious of a growing need to pee and the memory of his earlier wee brought it to the forefront of his mind. He was going to have to 'go' sometime soon and was going to have to do it whilst erect. At least he knew he could. Apparently some men could not but Greg had done it more than once. Easier to step into the shower cubicle and just let the urine arc upwards as to sit on the bog like a girl and force his morning wood uncomfortably downwards and knock it against the porcelain. Easier given he was going to take a shower anyway and, depending on how his thoughts were, he was going to need that erection. Usually he was wanking and thinking of something erotic before he had even finished weeing, perhaps imagining himself not alone in the shower but with a girl he had been lusting over the day before, perhaps Tansia, imagining his fingers between her legs playing as the girl's own hot stream of urine cascaded over his hand; a sexual precursor to a daydream of mutual washing, oral sex and sexual intercourse.

Greg slowed ready to try and empty his bladder - but why stop? Why not just let it go as he walked? He was not Tansia who would have to squat down as girls did. If instead of walking separately they had been together would she have let him watch? Just as they were walking along all of a moment he could imagine her bobbing down beside the track with him turning to ask what she was doing and then seeing the sudden gush appear between her legs - just of course where his eyes would have been drawn by the sudden splaying of her legs and the revelation of her sex. The broad stream arcing forward and splashing on the leaf mould, a bright stream catching the sunlight. Would he have immediately joined her, his own thinner stream arcing high from his engorged penis. Not right over her, of course. Though, how impressive would that be? His urine rising in a great parabola over her head to splash down the other side of her. Would she be impressed at his prowess, would it make that lovely giggle of hers come that sent such delicious shivers down his backbone or would she just be cross and appalled particularly when the stream faltered and it fell right onto her?

No, not over her but he could imagine the arc rising and falling away from her. There they would both be, peeing together, and staring at each other's sex with the lust caused by the drink. Would Tansia be desperate to grab hold of his cock and play with the stream making the connection with the other fluid that came from a cock? Would he be able to stop himself pushing Tansia onto her back on the leaf mould and thrusting himself into her whether she, or even he, had finished peeing and rolling as one until the other fluid came in torrents?

Greg could not believe how worked up, how obsessed by sex he had become. Even the basic functional act of micturition was taking his thoughts into really kinky sex. He tried to concentrate on the job in hand. Without pausing in his stride he released the sphincter, a tentative dribble and then the proper flow came, unguided by his hand, and his erect cock hosed in front of him. The wee flew upwards in a great big arc just as he had anticipated and kept falling on the ground a good two yards ahead of him. Undoubtedly it would have been the strangest sight had anyone seen him. A young bearded man in just a pair of hiking boots marching along as if in a hurry with a monster hard on and his urine pouring from his cock up into the air ahead of him as he walked. Filmed it would have been a 'You Tube' sensation - or rather a sensation on rather dodgier sites that allowed such things. Greg was actually quite smug at what he was doing. Silly and childish really, like when he had peed from the top of his uncle's garden shed and watched the stream fall so far. He had not been seen that day: he was not seen in the early morning by the lake.

He dare not shake, dare not touch it and had to content himself with waggling it a little to dry the end and shake off any remaining drops. Greg felt better but any hope that his tumescence might now subside was dashed over the next five minutes as his erection showed absolutely no sign of abating.

There was still the feeling of being ridiculous but at the same time he could not help feeling himself a manly sight. He was not unfit, his body was not at all bad and he knew his erection to be impressive. He felt himself the cock of the morning - in more ways than one - strutting along the path in the gathering light.

The sun was getting warmer and Greg was getting near to the half way stage. Perhaps another half an hour would see him at the opposite end of the lake from the campsite where the little shingle beach was with the rowing boats. It was the most open part of the walk and not something he was looking forward to having to cross - not looking like he did. He had thought of fashioning himself some sort of leafy covering but knew that would break the rules of the dare - though he had never conceived of having to walk not only naked but erect.

The sound of voices was unexpected; doubly unexpected for being so close; perhaps because he was going through a rocky area, an area where the path twisted and turned, the sound had been blanked off or else the people - the women he noted - had not been talking. But there, feet from him, were two middle aged women clearly out for a walk with their dog. They were as surprised to see him as he them. The mercy was that his lower half was hidden from them by a rock or boulder. They could not see he was naked: they might surmise or speculate but they could not see. All they could see was his naked upper half unless he moved and he was not going to! His cock pressed against the rough stone almost triggering an ejaculation; Greg nearly having to say 'Good morning' as his cock pumped semen all over the rock in front of him. It would be difficult to hold a conversation whilst in the throes of orgasm as the usual words used at such a time of 'yes, yes' or 'fuck, fuck' or prosaically 'I'm coming' do not really constitute conversation - certainly not with strangers.

It did not help that the women were attractive for their age (but in Greg's hyper-erotic state women were women, full stop) and had not taken a great deal of care about their dress. They were both bra-less, with not overly buttoned shirts - one of their boobs was almost hanging out. Greg could barely control his hands.

"Hi," they said, "grand morning for a walk."

Greg mumbled agreement and then his eyes went wide. A wet, cold nose had just pushed itself between his bottom cheeks. Completely unexpected. Yes the women's dog was being natural and friendly; getting to know Greg in a doggy way. It was surprising, but what can you expect if you walk around naked? He was lucky the dog had not licked his cock because that would have had an almost inevitable result and what would the ladies have thought with the dog licking its chops and with a very satisfied look on its face as it licked what looked like... but couldn't be... from all around its muzzle!

"You are up early."

Greg did not miss the possible double entendre.

"We love the early morning too."

Perhaps the words were innocent -- without knowledge of just how 'up' he was. The women seemed in no hurry to move on and Greg found himself deep in conversation all about the lake, where he was staying, how long he had been walking, where he was going and everything. There poor Greg was, happily, in appearance, chatting to the ladies but little did they know that the nice bearded man they were talking to was sporting a whopping erection just hidden by the rock and feeling very uncomfortable indeed.

Eventually they said they must be getting on. Greg inched around the rock as they began to move causing a bit of a puzzled frown. The dog (and its wet nose) came back and he patted its coat as the women walked away. Inevitably his eyes dropped to their bottoms - full and round in their walking trousers with a nice waggle. Greg mused on how he would enjoy walking with them naked on a normal day. Throwing sticks for the dog as all their bits - and his - wobbled. Engaging in sex with them as the day progressed -- taking them in turns and sharing his cock. Perhaps chasing them naked through the trees with the dog barking at the great game; fucking them from behind in turn as he bounced against their full bottoms; swimming in the lake and, afterwards, them sucking his cold shrunken penis back into life; a last difficult game as they tried to make his much used penis come just one last time before nightfall perhaps engaging in lesbian sex to excite him. All exciting images coming to Greg's mind as they walked away. They turned and waved and Greg waved back before they disappeared around another rock. Greg paused a moment or two and resumed his journey relieved not so much that his nakedness had not been discovered but that his erection had remained secret. 

A sudden feeling made Greg turn his head and there behind him were the women laughing and pointing at his evident nakedness and bare behind. They had stepped back out from the rock that had hidden them evidently wishing to see if their surmise about his lack of clothing had been correct.

A dilemma for Greg. Should he turn and give them a full frontal surprise, let them see his erection? Hear the laughter suddenly stop. Should he walk back towards them and see what they would do? Would they set the dog on him, run away or reach to fondle his erection and admire it? There was safety in numbers for them. It would not be his fault if he promptly made a mess all down their walking trousers and make them hurry to wash the semen stains from their trousers in the lake.

He was torn. The hyper-erotic feelings made the idea of flashing appealing and the thought of the women making him cum was just what he needed: except Tansia had said he must not. Greg waved back at the women and moved on keeping his cock hidden but very conscious of the women staring at his bottom. Perhaps another day; perhaps he would come walking clothed that way again and meet them. Would they be disappointed and say so. Would he offer to get in the buff for them if they liked, would he offer to show them his if they showed him theirs? Would it just be a pleasant naturist interlude or something more sexual? Perhaps they were gay and had simply been amused.

Greg knew he needed to keep a sharp look out. The incident with the women had been a near thing. The path was descending now quite steeply amongst the trees and Greg had to use his hands to steady himself; moving from grasping one sapling to holding another. It took his mind a little off his cock as it waggled firmly to the front of him whilst he stepped down from one safe foothold to the next.

He was at the end of the lake and knew this was the most dangerous, most exposed part of his trek. Greg had to cross the open shingle beach. Standing in the shadow of the trees fringing the beach he stared, searching for movement. All seemed still; just the lap of the wavelets on the shore and the birdsong. The sun was brighter and the sky moving to a lighter blue. Greg took a deep breath and stepped out onto the shingle. The change was immediate - the feel of the sun's warmth on his skin and the sound of his boots scrunching on the gravel. He hurried out and across the open ground -- naked, erect and exposed. There seemed no one about. And there was not anyone until he drew level with the gaily painted rowing boats on the shore and saw between two of them a pair of bodies seemingly asleep. He would have to walk by them and just hope they really were asleep. In his mind he could imagine them waking just as he walked past and their eyes opening to the unexpected view of a naked man from below - the totally unexpected fraenum side view of an erection.

Greg slowed and tried to walk quietly but the sound of the shingle sliding together under his boots seemed far too loud. There was a sudden movement and Greg froze but then smiled. The couple had probably had a moonlit fuck before falling asleep and had not bothered to dress much again. The girl, a dark, dark girl, had a towel covering her lower half - which was a pity as Greg would have liked to have seen her tight dark curls forming a vee around her pubis but, in consolation, her breasts were marvellous enough for him; possessing the largest and darkest areolae Greg had ever seen. He just stood and stared; what a pretty girl, what lovely skin, what marvellous breasts. He would like to have played with them - all morning if allowed! As for the man it was evident he was no stranger to the unclothed life as his skin was bronzed everywhere - and, unlike the girl, all was on display and impressively so, as he was just as erect as Greg. Perhaps he was dreaming an interesting dream or perhaps it was just the 'morning wood' but his cock stuck straight up in the air, not lying across his chest, but almost vertically up in the air as if ready for the girl to descend and ride. A great big thing with an unusually squashed mushroom shaped head. 

Greg's grin broadened. He could cope with the embarrassment of them waking. He could quickly point to the fact he was not the only male on the beach sporting a hard-on. Did they have a problem as he didn't!

Of course in his excited state Greg's mind leapt to the possibilities - or rather the fantasy unlikely occurrence - of the couple waking and inviting him to fuck with them; to share the delights of the pretty black girl and take turns at the task of penetration. The excitement for him as the towel slipped away and the hoped for black curls came into view. How surprised they would be when the boyfriend ejaculated and went soft but Greg just kept going, ejaculation or no ejaculation. Greg happily banging away as the girl's lips tried to suck a further stand from the lad's limp dick. Would the head still have that flattened mushroom shape when flaccid?

Greg watched the sleeping couple for a moment or two as his thoughts raced but he knew he could not tarry. If he let his thoughts run too riot whilst staring at the girl's wonderful tits there was the risk his cock might spontaneously start spurting and being rained on by cum was undoubtedly something that would wake the sleeping beauty and her tumescent friend. Rather a 'rude' awakening really. He left the couple; not too worried if they awoke and saw his retreating bottom.

Still no other sign of life and Greg was well over half way across the beach. Suddenly ahead he saw movement right where he was making for - just where the path left the beach. There was nothing for it, he could not turn to the car park as that would risk even more people; there was nowhere to hide unless he got into the lake but swimming would be difficult in walking boots and he did not fancy another two hours hike in squelching soaked socks and boots.

The person ahead of him was female; female and naked; female and, yes, it was Tansia. Greg should have been less worried, less self conscious but the reality was he had never seen Tansia naked and neither had she seen him naked - certainly not with an erection. In essence it was no different from meeting a stranger - except Tansia would not be surprised and shocked. Greg drew closer, thankful to be reaching the shelter of trees again but conscious how revealed he would be in the sunlight to Tansia. He had most definitely never let Tansia see him naked and certainly not like he was now with, what felt like, a flagpole standing to his front.

Tansia looked fantastic as he had always known she would. Perky big breasts - were her nipples normally as big as that? Wide feminine hips and with an absolute riot of light brown curly hair between them. Long brown legs with those fantastic knees he so often watched when she had a skirt or shorts on. And was that really, could it really be sexual lubrication running down from the top of her soft inner thighs? Yes, there was desire; Greg wanted to jump on her and fuck her like he had never fucked before. He hoped he could retain control but again the feeling came and he knew he was on the verge of coming and really it would not do to greet Jim's girlfriend by saying 'hallo' and immediately pumping dollops of white semen all over her pubic mound leaving strands tangled and dripping from her light brown curly hair. Quite a social faux pas in polite society.

"Hello big boy," said Tansia, "enjoying the walk?" Again the giggle.

"Hi Tansia. Good morning. Yes and no. What did you put in that drink? It's not been easy walking around like, well, this... and I don't see your clit sticking two inches out of your pubes like you said." Greg was not letting Tansia get away with an allusion to his erection without giving back in kind.

"Fucking well feels like that! I've been wanting to fuck anything that moves. See these? It looks like I've had babies. Never been so sensitive. I've been eyeing up trees wanting to rub them against the smooth bark. I mean, if I'd seen a tree with a little stumpy branch at cock height I'd have had my arms wrapped around the tree and would still have been fucking it I think."

It was a very interesting image to Greg: Tansia making love to a tree. "Yeah, well one thing to feel like that but quite another to show it. I mean, walking around with a cock standing up like this and nowhere to hide it." Greg was complaining.

Tansia's eyes kept dropping to it and she had not missed, any more than Greg had, that it had added to its embarrassing sexual appearance by letting a pearly drop of pre-cum ooze out of the end and stand glistening in the sunlight. 'Oh great,' thought Greg. 'Not only am I naked and exposed with Jim's girl, worse I have an erection but I have to be showing my pre cum as well.'




Dare by Moonlight Ch. 01



Tansia licked her lips.

"I suggest, Tansia, that sticking out nips and even rather damp thighs..." Greg was pleased to see Tansia blush, a pretty colour developing on her cheeks. "... do not compare to having a hard-on waggling all the time in front of you. It was unfair of you."

"I know and that's why I have this."

Tansia turned her hip and there, rising from her bottom cheeks, from her lovely round smackable bottom cheeks, was something Greg had not spotted before - had not been looking for - Tansia had a bushy tail like a squirrel's.

"What? How? It's not stuck up your..."

"Erm, yes. It seemed only fair if you were going to be walking around with your thing sticking up like a bed knob I should have a similar embarrassment - wearing a cute little tail. What I hadn't really expected was how naughty and sexy it feels. Does it look that way?" She turned one way and then the other.

Greg didn't know what to say; he just reached out and stroked it. Tansia took a sharp intake of breath.

"I've never had Jim's cock in my bottom - or anyone else's for that matter - but if you touch my tail again I'll probably yank it right out and beg you to stick your prick right up my arse. I am sooo turned on I cannot believe it. Fuck, fuck, fuck just the idea of it! Your penis in my bottom. Sex any which way is all I want. It is agony and we've got another two hours of walking to do at least!"

Greg swallowed. He hadn't thought of fucking Tansia's bottom - sodomising her. The thought was attractive but would his over engorged cock go in? He rather doubted it. Better to do traditional.

Tansia continued. "We have to control our lust: it's part of the test. You haven't succumbed have you? You wouldn't have got this far if you had. Best if we go on. It is not at all good, I mean safe, being close to you like this. All I can think of is wrapping my lips around that big plum head of yours and sucking all that lovely juice out. Yes, really! The effect on you of that drink is ideal for a girl, isn't it? A lovely creamy blow job and then the cock stays hard and perfectly rideable afterwards. What more could a girl want? Fuck; this walk is sooo hard - just like your cock!"

The giggle came again. "Nice penis by the way. Bigger than Jim's; you'll want to hear. If only I could handle it and feel how much bigger. Right, on we go - separately."

"There's a couple behind that blue boat. The boy's got a hard on - or had as I walked past - you'll want to see, I'm sure. I preferred the girl's breasts myself, of course. They are something else! Hopefully they are still asleep but I'm sure they will be the more embarrassed if they wake what with his erection - until they see your tail that is!"

"Well, see you later Greg. I'd kiss you only I might not stop there especially if your cock was to touch my tummy. Ooh wicked!"

She turned to go and Greg's eyes dropped to stare at her lovely bottom with its furry tail sticking up so intriguingly between her cheeks. 

At the last moment Tansia turned back, a mischievous smile on her face, and her finger darted out and lightly slicked off the bubble of pre cum right from the very end of his cock; she put it to her lips, licked and then ran. Greg stared at the delicious bouncing sight and the tail wagging, the fire of the sudden touch almost bringing on the long delayed ejaculation. Had she really done that to him? Actually tasted his cum - or pre-cum!



Dare by Moonlight Ch. 02



Greg was back on his walk, the halfway meeting with Tansia over. Greg smiled to himself; so that was what she looked like naked; he had, of course, wondered; fantasised even; and then there was that tail!

Greg kept thinking back to Tansia's tail. What was there about a girl wearing a bushy squirrel tail? Was it the thought of how it was attached? Was it the slightly kinky, half animal appearance it gave her? Or was it just the emphasis it gave to her buttocks? What would it be like to penetrate her from the rear with the bushy tail rising up between them or pull the tail out and...?

The path carried on; sometimes leading close by the water's edge, other times up in the trees. It was, all things considered, good to be out walking in the early light. It was warm and the world looked all fresh and new, the birds were singing and there was the occasional splash of a fish leaping for an insect. Had Greg been dressed or even just naked and rambling he would have felt perfectly at ease. Walking with the biggest hard-on he had ever had swaying from one side to the other as he walked, his foreskin peeled right back as if ready for sex and a shiny, translucent bubble of pre-cum forming and occasionally elongating into a swinging strand, rather spoilt the serenity of the walk. The strand looked very strange when it happened; with its bead of liquid at its end swinging happily with the motion of his cock and catching the sunlight, before falling to the ground. He found himself watching it, watching how long it got before breaking and how big a swing it achieved.

Not only did he feel more 'turned on' than he could remember but he also felt so exposed to the world. Every slight noise unsettled him as he imagined his secret dread coming to pass with him being seen before he could hide. Not just one girl hiker or jogger but a whole school party - thirty pubescent girls in skirts - coming through the trees on a nature outing with their teachers. A nature outing to see nature in the wild. Greg imagined their shock at finding nature at its natural, raw and procreative best. It was not at all likely at that hour of the morning or in the school holidays but Greg just imagined the worst.

It might be thought that the lake would have been completely devoid of people at that hour. After all it was not exactly in a populated area but Greg seemed to hit a busy patch. He had virtually had the other side of the lake to himself but not now. A sudden sound ahead of him and he turned for the trees and bushes but it was already too late. The jogger was bearing down on him at speed and all Greg could do was stop with a slim tree trunk between him and the approaching figure; a tree trunk he hoped would at least hide the fact of his standing penis but not, of course, his nakedness. It was a girl; her blond hair carefully tied back in a pony tail to keep it from her eyes, swung briskly as she ran. Inevitably Greg appraised her body clad in running shorts and tee shirt. Nice legs; the girl was not one of those willowy types but the solid athletic type with substantial limbs - not at all fat but firm and powerful looking. Just right, Greg could not help thinking, for clasping a man and holding him tightly in place so his cock did the right things. There was no movement from her reasonably developed chest - an indication of the restraining influence of a sports bra. It would be fund to remove it and see the result under her tee shirt as her freed breasts swung naturally. Clasped in one hand the inevitable plastic bottle of mineral water. An eminently fuckable girl and one virtually up to Greg by the time he had taken her in.

"Morning," he said. His voice not coming out quite as calmly as he had planned but instead with a slight squeak.

"Hullo," she replied with a slightly puzzled look as she ran up to him. Coming across a naked hiker was probably not what she was used to on her jogs; her greeting, though, turned to an audible, "Oh!" as she ran past glancing down at the point the tree no longer obscured Greg. He turned to watch her running on and found she was looking back at him with a very surprised expression. Clearly she had not at all been expecting to see such a display of rampant maleness. Greg was not quite sure whether he had really rather enjoyed exposing himself to the pretty girl or not. Perhaps he should have stood in full view as she had run up - after all he had nothing to be ashamed of particularly given the effect of the drink which seemed to have pushed his penis to an exceptional attempt at hardness. Surely she could have been nothing if not impressed? Still he did not want to be reported to the police.

The experience did not encourage Greg. He was still much happier hiding and he was much more successful with the next jogger as he slipped behind some bushes and crouched hoping he had not been seen. He had not and the male jogger ran past without a glance in his direction.

He could not believe it when yet another male jogger appeared - this time from behind him. He did not have a chance to hide.

The jogger paused just past Greg, stared for a few moments with a very big grin indeed. "Hey man, naked's one thing but you really shouldn't wander around like that." As he started to run again he shouted back, "nice cock, though! Perhaps see you later."

A movement out of the corner of his eye - canoeists. They were up early, perhaps planning to paddle all the way around the lake. They were a little off the shore, almost silently moving across the water. Had they caught him, a glimpse or more in profile between the trees? His sticking up erection would be clear in profile - a male out hunting for a mate? Greg froze and stared out as the canoeists passed. They did not seem to have seen him, their heads were not turned his way but he was sure he would be visible if they looked. He was not hidden in the shadow of the trees but caught almost in the open where just a few saplings served as cover. They paddled on unconscious of the strange sight on the shoreline and Greg began moving again.

Mostly the path was easy but a wrong turning found Greg climbing high into the trees. It was an upper path but, as it was still going in the right direction, Greg was not worried at leaving the lake. At least he would be free of the menace of the joggers in their sports bras and running shorts. The tenseness of constantly listening ahead and behind fell away and he began to enjoy his naked freedom and the exercise once again. That was until, coming down a steep bank, he managed to lose his footing.

There Greg was; slipping and sliding on his bottom until stopped very suddenly and painfully by a sapling in his balls. He should have kept his legs together not tried to slow his slide by spreading his legs. The pain was excruciating, that dreadful dull super ache that appears not immediately but seconds after the testicular impact or squeeze. It did not, of course, cause the slightest dip in his erection. Greg supposed it was better really than having a buttock lacerated by a sharp stone. The awful dull ache or rather pain was made worse by being in both of his balls -- a double impact. Greg just lay there in shock and pain staring up at the tree canopy. His balls felt even larger than they had done before.

Had the impact caused a swelling making his genitalia even more surprising in appearance than before? It did look like it! He limped on, as the nausea receded, down the path back towards the lake. It had been a quieter path but not safer in the end. 

Being watched is one thing but Greg soon found himself watching instead. The path had left the side of the lake for a while and Greg had left the path in order to get to the lake and wash his rather muddy buttocks but as he approached the lake he heard the sound of voices. Quietly he peered through the bushes. A couple had set up camp on the shore and were just leaving their tent and walking naked towards the water, evidently going for a refreshing skinny dip. In the early light it was a lovely sight and Greg wished he had had his camera. The couple and the serenity of the lake; the man and woman hand in hand; the couple naked and, moreover, Greg was amused to see, the man as erect as he was. There seemed quite a lot of erections around in the early morning! Perhaps he should hail them and go and talk. Surely there could be no embarrassment with both men sporting erections. Only, of course as they chatted, the other man's would go down but his would not!

Greg watched the couple stepping into the water and admired the natural grace of the girl, the curves of her body and the surprising lack of correlation between her hips and head. Lovely flowing dark black hair to her head but not a hint of blackness between her thighs. Clearly she had been busy with the razor. They looked so natural -- nature's children.

The cold water had the predicted effect and Greg would have moved on had it not been for where the girl's hand went as they came out of the water. Greg stared. She really was doing it - working him as they stood in the water. Again he wished for his camera. Why did he not see such scenes when out walking normally? He would have loved to have hid and spied on such a scene; taking a few photographs and having a nice visually stimulated wank. His hand almost dropped to his cock out of habit but he knew he must not. Tansia had warned him and he knew he would come within seconds of his thumb and forefinger making the circle and pulling on the foreskin.

The frustration was immense; he had actually caught a couple skinny dipping and fucking but was unable to fully enjoy it. To be accurate they were not yet fucking but that was going to happen - it was obvious.

What, though, would have been a frustration - but was perhaps just as well in the circumstances - was the fucking not being public; Greg did not have the full voyeuristic delight of seeing the penetration and the working of genitalia together. What he did see was the couple walking back towards the tent. They were not now hand in hand as the girl was gently leading the boy by his re-erected cock and moving it in a very suggestive way; the boy's hand was on the girl's buttocks (and who knew where his fingers were?) They walked directly towards where Greg was crouched in the bushes which worried him for a second but then they ducked down back into the tent. To Greg it seemed a shame for them. With such beautiful scenery and such a wonderful morning surely it would have been the most fun to fuck in the open - perhaps the girl simply bending to be taken from behind in the way of the animals -- a lovely image of natural intercourse by the lake.

Annoying but perhaps just as well. Greg had really liked the look of the girl with her shaved mons, little girl slit and gently bouncing boobs. The thought of having her - even after her boyfriend had enjoyed her first - was very exciting. Greg had not actually done 'sloppy seconds' and he wondered what that was like. But it was unlikely he would ever know; what man gave up his girl for a friend to try? Again Greg had to grit his teeth and stand immobile as his cock almost, but not quite, went into involuntary spasm at the liquid thought.

A giggle from the tent and Greg moved on, still looking from the rear very grubby with his muddy bottom. Perhaps the girl would have washed it for him with some soap, one hand around his cock to hold him steady as the other hand rubbed.

A little further on and he came down to the water and, undoing his boots, slipped in. The coolness of the water felt good on his still aching balls and he swam out a little way enjoying the feel of the soft water but conscious of his cock staying hard and forming a strange spike below his body. It pointed forward as he swam. He would have been safe from the canoeists had they come along at that point. Yes, they would have seen he was swimming naked but not his powerful erection nosing through the water. Or at least not until he tried backstroke -- that would have been remarkably revealing!

Even if the canoeists had come along as he stood washing the mud from his behind they would not have seen the embarrassment of his erection - at least not if he had bobbed down a bit more than he was because, when he looked, there was his glans just breaking the surface - the shiny purple head just sticking up out of the water. 

Greg amused himself for a few moments lowering himself slightly in the water so his cock disappeared and then rising up again so that his cock appeared like the periscope of a submarine breaking water.

Back on land Greg walked on letting the sun dry him. His skin cool both from the water and the evaporation but the coldness having nothing like the usual effect on his penis. Instead of the usual post swimming shrivelled little thing it stood as proud as before. Perhaps the coldness had caused a little thinning of the shaft but all that did was to make the purple head seem so much more like a plum on a stalk. A plum starting again to ooze despite the purging of the urethra whilst in the water. There had been no one to see and the 'periscope' had sent a very impressive arc of wee splashing out over the lake. A gentle tinkling like rain on the water.

Greg was relieved to not find any more joggers but astounded to come across a pair of hikers walking towards him. It was what they were wearing or not wearing that caused his surprise. Certainly they were wearing more than him - if you could count a knapsack each as being more dressed! He could not easily turn off the path, certainly not when they had hailed him and he had to brazen it out. It was one of his weirdest experiences; just standing by the lake chatting to two other guys whilst sporting his monster hard-on. They liked it all right. They had no compunction in talking about it and saying it was so much bigger than theirs! Would he like to see to compare and what was he doing out like that? Greg thought the best policy was to explain; tell them about the dare; about Tansia and the drink. They were enthusiastic, worryingly enthusiastic, saying how fun it would be for the three of them to march around the lake all erect for four or more hours. They seemed rather less interested in having Tansia along and Greg knew exactly where they were coming from. At the first stirrings of their penises he made his excuses - time was pressing - and was off up the path waving his farewells to the two naked hikers and their growing hard-ons.

What particularly worried him was his sexual response. The drink seemed to break down his inhibitions and as Tansia had said make even a tree seem an object of amorous or rather erotic interest -- not that he saw any interesting knot holes! Not naturally attracted to men he had nonetheless not been uninterested in the two gays' bodies and their stirring genitalia but Tansia had warned against ejaculation, and he knew he would hate himself in retrospect, yet the idea of rubbing his dripping cock against their burgeoning erections was so attractive that... Greg quickly changed his thoughts to Tansia and what he must do with her when they met again -- what he would really like to rub against. If he caught her she would not resist; he would have her flat on her back and his erection slipping into her sopping - and it would be sopping - vagina before she could say 'fuck' and his aching balls would at last release that pent up semen, filling her like she had never been filled before; he could almost hear the squelching, slapping sounds of the vigorous fuck. Greg could imagine his eyes squeezed shut whilst that glorious release came as deep as he could possibly put it in Tansia.

He did not care about Jim if he saw - his penis would not be the one to stay hard and hadn't Tansia revealed who had the biggest cock? If Jim didn't like what he had done to Tansia, well then Greg would challenge him to a cock fight. Two penises slapping together and he knew it would be the smaller one that would be defeated: beaten into flaccidity or made to cum first. Either way Greg would be triumphant and would take public possession of Tansia whilst the beaten Jim looked (limply) on.

Greg grabbed a branch to steady himself. He had almost come just by thinking - had it been the thought of fucking Tansia - a good solid manly heterosexual image - or the rather gayer, but arguably manly, winning of a cock fight? He thought the former but after all the latter was to win the girl - the girl watching the contest and seeing the penises go 'head to head'. Greg felt a little confused - and who would not be after almost three hours of walking erect with no release and a libido the size of, well, the size of his engorged cock.

Greg walked on as his cock dripped. Was the dripping a sort of orgasm spread over four hour? What if the drink had really brought on a continuous orgasm for Tansia and himself - a real four hour orgasm? Would he - or she - have been able to walk for four hours with that electric feeling pulsing again and again and again? Nothing coming out of course. There simply was not the fluid in a body for ejaculation to go on for anything like that length of time: instead after the first few pulses it would just be a dry pumping. He might do ten spurts if he was really lucky though he had seen a vid. of a guy managing nineteen. An incredibly long orgasm but not for four hours!

He was left in peace for a long time. Greg did pass a few fishermen at a distance but they did not look up at him or take their eyes off the water. One old bloke in a wide brimmed hat was as naked as he and it looked like that was how he liked to fish. Greg had not heard of naked fishing before. Why fish naked?

Naked walkers, naked fishermen, naked campers, naked swimmers, naked sleepers to say nothing of naked and erect hikers - had the whole world gone nudist Greg wondered?

Tansia could not accuse him of failing to keep up a steady pace; he wondered about her and how she had been faring; had she come across as many, more or less, people than he? Had she been more successful at hiding; had she succumbed to erotic thoughts and found a tree to fuck or had she found solace with a jogger or hiker or three? Greg's naked hikers would be no use to her and they were on the wrong side of the lake anyway. Perhaps the canoeists had seen her and come ashore and were now paddling on with wide grins and satisfied loins whilst Tansia made her way onwards dripping not just her own juices but the product of the canoeists' penises running down her thighs as well. It was an attractive image - a very well lubricated and fuckable Tansia with soft, wet sliding thighs. Sloppy seconds or thirds (or was it fourths)? Greg did not mind a bit. He just wanted to fuck and he was not feeling choosy - though Tansia was most on his mind. 

Greg did not have his camera - he just had his boots - but the wildlife photographer certainly did and a very long lens as well. He did not see her until well after she saw him and by then it was too late - he had already been photographed.

"Well, well young man; what are you doing walking around like that. In my experience cocks do not stay hard like that without stimulation. Your thoughts must be, well, very good ones!"

She was in her fifties, going grey haired and quite petite; dressed in khaki shorts and multi pocketed jacket looking quite the big game hunter. She had obviously been a 'looker' in her day and was wearing well.

He had tried hiding his erection behind his hands but that was not totally possible - and he daren't touch it anyway. It was one thing to be seen naked by this photographer even erect: quite another to start spraying his cum all over the place.

She had a way with her and talked Greg into posing for her - leaning against a tree, sitting, walking, running, coming out of the lake. She even took close up shots just of his pelvis or perhaps more specifically his cock getting him to move so the sun light caught his cock and left his body in shadow, making the bubble of pre-cum glisten.




Dare by Moonlight Ch. 02



"You wouldn't want to make it come for me, would you? I could get some lovely shots with this dappled light. You have a wonderful penis you know and I have photographed a good number even handled quite a few, if I am less than discrete."

"No, no, I mustn't." Was she implying she wanted to handle his cock at that moment?

"Mustn't?"

And Greg had had to explain. He had even had to explain why his balls seemed somewhat swollen. She had made sympathetic noises.

"Well, if you ever want to come to my studio..."

That, Greg could see, meant come manfully rather than simply 'to' her studio!

"Perhaps you could model with my daughter - nothing penetrative - just erotic, you know."

The idea was not unappealing but with her daughter? How very odd. What was she like? Would she be assisting the 'coming'?

When he had started his walk Greg had expected to get away with seeing virtually nobody, of doing the hike with just a meeting with Tansia half way. It had not been like that. He had been seen, had exposed himself to men and women and even been photographed. He had avoided sex though - the only contact with his penis since his erection four hours ago had been with the water of the lake and, her recalled painfully, the impact with the sapling and even then the real contact had been just with his balls.

After he had escaped the photographer, avoiding her hands seeking to grasp his erection - only just - but having his bottom patted, no fondled, by her he had did not see a soul. The popularity of the lake seemed to have suddenly ended and Greg found himself moving easily through the trees in the early morning with no one else around. The path was clearer and he had a better view through the trees because there were less of them and it was easier to see ahead: this had the potential downside in it being less easy to secrete himself but, in the event, he had no need to hide.

Nearing the campsite there was no let up in his erection but his anticipation, if not excitement, rose. Shortly be would be meeting Tansia on the beach. He could imagine sitting on the shingle and waiting for her. Suddenly, there she would be in the sunlight; her body and bushy tail fully exposed to view; her breasts bouncing and her wet thighs waiting to be parted - parted, penetrated and filled. How many times would he be able to do it? A two hour fuck? No, the others would be up. Perhaps it would have to be just a quick exchange of fluids and then crawl into separate tents. Greg knew he was tired. A short night's sleep and four and a bit hours of erect hiking were taking their toll.

Greg stood at the edge of the beach still within the trees. The early morning sun was warming the shingle. There was no one there - it was completed deserted; just the steady movement of water moving ever so slightly not even lapping at the shore. The desire to fuck Tansia was strong, very strong but there came a doubt. What if the others were up, perhaps waiting to cheer the returning hikers? The same worry as in the night. It was one thing for Tansia to bounce to the winning line with her tail wagging - if she was still wearing it or, rather, if it was still inserted in her bottom: it was quite another for him to appear with his erection beating him to the winning line. Perhaps, on reflection, they would be impressed; after all they had not hiked all the way around the lake naked and erect. It was rather unlikely anyone else in the whole history of mankind had done that. It was something to boast about... though he really was not sure he wanted to display the visible proof of his triumph. In any case, if the others were up there would be no fucking Tansia for him and that would be something of a disappointment.

For four hours he had sported an erection and for four, no more than four hours, he had been hiking around the lake; four hours he had had to have his wits about him so as not to be seen. Greg was tired. He had only had a short sleep by the time he had awoken at two and, whilst the exercise had not been that extensive for him, the effort of keeping out of others' way and the sheer strain of being sexually excited - without relief - for four hours was having its effect. Greg was almost temped to sit or even lie down to rest but it would not do to miss Tansia's return by drifting off to sleep. The prospect of intercourse more than overcame his mounting tiredness.

And then, all of a moment, there she was, coming across the shingle just as he had seen her the other side of the lake, her lovely naked body in the sunlight. Her slightly upturned breasts, long brown legs rising to that so attractive riot of light brown curly hair set between her wide hips. Greg walked towards her, his erection preceding him.

They met. "How have you been, Tansia?" His hands went out and held hers - pleased to see her safely back. She was closer than three feet from him - perhaps two feet if you measured from his toes or his cockhead. For the last few yards it had been difficult to take his eyes off her nipples; they seemed longer or more pronounced than before - had they, like his penis felt it had, really grown bigger than usual. His eyes flicked to her pubis almost expecting to see the two inch clit Tansia had postulated sticking out like a miniature penis. Just imagine sucking on that!

"Fine, fine. Didn't get seen the whole way around but one or two close shaves. I never realised how sexy leaf mould was until I found myself dropping to the ground as another of those joggers came by. How he didn't see me and my sticking up tail I don't know. But there I was tingling with the touch of these dead leaves on my tits. His loss. You?"

"Not so lucky. I wasn't always able to hide and..."

"Tell me in the morning. I'm going to wake Jim and fuck, fuck, fuck. I have never been so worked up. Never. Just look at these nipples. I daren't touch them and as for between my legs... you have no idea, no idea at all. I got so close to fucking you back the other side of the lake and then that sleeping couple! I mean I'd got past you and thought I was safe but that cock... so hard and interesting. Did you see that mushroom on the end? I could almost feel that sliding up my... and look at you now..." Tansia actually licked her lips. "If Jim wasn't so close, well.... I'd be on that lovely stand of yours sooner than you could say Jack Robinson, fucking delicious and sooo big."

And with the briefest fleeting kiss on his lips and just the sudden lightest touch of her curls on his cock, Tansia was running away towards the tents, her bushy tail bobbing as she went. Greg stared after her, almost in shock, crestfallen, with an unassuaged hard-on and almost gasping with the sensation of curly hair having touched his glans -- a so light but so electric brushing. He had so thought they would fuck. Had been so sure of it. What was he meant to do? Go back to his tent and fuck Mikey? Where was the Vaseline? What a let down.

Slowly Greg walked a little way further across the beach. He'd got to find relief or release. The photographer was too far back even if he could catch her up and find her. Tansia had gone. There was only one option - he would have to do it himself, the thing he had been so desperately avoiding for four hours, and masturbate.

Greg looked around him but there was no one in sight; no one up and about. It was one thing to be caught naked, another to be caught naked and erect but quite another to be caught wanking. Now that was really personal. Greg walked a little way out into the lake until the water was up to his balls; he looked down at his cock. It really was impressive, so big and hard and the head quite purple with excitement. Surely Tansia could have given him a few moments; just used her hand rather than her vagina or mouth; it wouldn't have taken long. Was it a deliberate tease? Had Jim and she hatched the whole idea as a bit of fun at his expense? It did not seem so as Tansia had clearly been as worked up as he and therefore it could all easily have gone wrong and Tansia succumbed. She and he could still be fucking like rabbits on the other beach! He could but wish they were.

Finally after four hours Greg touched himself, his finger and thumb encircled and he began to wank. It was not a long experience, hardly had his foreskin begun to slide than the whole involuntary action started just as it had almost done so many times around the lake. Gasping with pleasure and relief Greg took another step to hide his penis below the water and then it all happened. As he watched, just below the surface of the clear, clear water and as his fist moved at speed, there was one spurt and then a second projected out into the water with force; the cum as it spread and dissipated in the water looked like smoke coming from the end of his penis; not like the usual dollops or spurts of cum flying through the air and onto his tummy or waiting tissue: but like great puffs of underwater smoke pouring from his penis reminiscent, perhaps, of the smoke stack of a railway engine. And Greg just kept coming. He did not count, but it almost seemed as if he could not stop. He had never come like that before!

It ended, of course, and his hand slowed to a stop. Around him the product of his ejaculation floated away. Little strands of creamy cum spreading across the water with the fishes already nibbling.

The ejaculation seemed to drain his strength - but not his erection. He had never seen that before - there was not the hint of a droop. Slowly he walked back out of the lake, his erection - his spear - standing in front of him, across the shingle he went and to the campsite. It was still deserted in the early light. From Tansia and Jim's tent there were already the sounds of lovemaking. Greg stood listening and imagining the bodies joined. He had so wanted it to be him, not Jim, who had welcomed Tansia back with a fuck. Greg's hand went to his cock and he wanked standing naked amongst the tents and was astounded when he realised he was going to come again; his penis spurting a rather weak showing (but it did not feel like that) onto the grass.

Completely exhausted but, unbelievably, still erect, Greg crawled into his tent, relieved to hear Mikey still snoring. He really did not want any comments about his dripping erection. Pulling up his sheet sleeping bag liner, his head touched the pile of clothes he used as a pillow and he was asleep.

Greg awoke alone with the sun high above the tent's nylon. He pulled down his sheet inner liner and stared at his penis. It lay to one side as soft and small as it usually was. Greg breathed out: the night of the endless hard-on was over.

What a night! Greg thought back over what he could now see was one of the experiences of his life. The delicious feeling of walking naked. A delicious feeling now he was not actually experiencing the anxiety of being out alone and exposed, not just naked but, moreover, in his true manly state. In retrospect he had quite liked showing himself off - hadn't that photographer been impressed! The sights he had seen had been more than memorable: the girl on the beach, the couple in the water and Tansia. So much sexual imagery in his mind. Greg glanced down and found his penis was 'up' again - the usual response to erotic thoughts. He was pleased: it was working properly.

There was a sudden rustle at the tent flap and Greg snatched up his sheet expecting Mikey. It was not his friend - instead it was Tansia and, moreover, Tansia as naked as the night before.

"They've all gone off. I said I was too tired to join them and I heard them saying Mikey couldn't wake you. What a night! How are you?"

She crawled into the tent and crouched there looking at him. Greg could see right between her thighs, her sex rather open, puffy and looking sort of used - if he could put it like that! He was astounded -- he hadn't even seen that on the hike.

"Err OK, what about you?"

"I've just woken and had to come straight to see you. I was really mean to you last night, wasn't I, Greg? Didn't think. It came to me as I got into the tent and when I was banging Jim, yeah, like there was no tomorrow. I suddenly thought of you on that beach with your lovely big prick. I should have done something with that and then gone to Jim shouldn't I? What did you do? "

"Well Tansia, I'd been thinking of fucking you most of the way around the lake. I mean, I couldn't help it."

"Don't apologise. Me too. I just wanted that big cock inside me, filling me - in both ways." Again the giggle Greg so loved. "And, what did you do? Tell me."

"Erm, well I suppose after last night I shouldn't worry telling you. I... I wanked off in the lake. I never thought it would end. I just kept coming. And then, when I heard you in the tent, I did it again just standing there; and still it didn't go down!"

"Has it gone down now?" Tansia did not wait for an answer but just plucked at the sheet and lifted it.

"Yes, it had when I awoke."

"Not now I see!"

"No." Greg was still staring between her legs. Was that really Jim's cum he could see?

Tansia giggled. "You can fuck me now if you like. I mean you've been doing it with your eyes."

"Sorry." Greg looked up at Tansia's face.

"It'll be 'sloppy seconds' though. I haven't showered so I am a bit natural but it seems right that way. After all Jim's my boyfriend and, well, his spunk is there. And after all the natural of last night, well, you'll just be adding to it. Are you happy with that?"

Greg was not unhappy. After all he had been thinking earlier in the holiday of how fair it would have been if Jim had shared Tansia around and sharing was likely to mean just that - passing the girl amongst the men - a taking in turns. That she was still unshowered from her hike, a little sweaty and muddy perhaps as well as a little used rather added to her attraction just then. She was still as she had been out in the moonlight and early morning - he would be bedding the hiker, the girl who had walked naked, aroused and with a tail for more than four hours not the perfumed, washed, carefully made up city girl. Very natural.

He kicked down the sheet and pulled Tansia to him. At last his desire was to be satisfied. A lust not just from the hike but from the very start of the camping holiday - if not before. She lay on top of him; there was not the brief touch of soft curls on his cock as there had been on the beach but a full on feel as those curls pressed against him, his penis surrounded and buried in the furry vee of her thighs. 

Pressed against his chest were Tansia's full breasts and he did not miss the presence of her nipples hard against his skin. Greg's arms went around her back as he kissed her on the lips; it was not he that parted them but Tansia's own tongue pushing to play the tongue game as the two flexible organs rolled and teased around each other within his mouth. A penetration of Greg foreshadowing the greater penetration of Tansia to come.

His hands explored; fingers delicately tracing the contours of Tansia's skin - the ridges of her backbone, her buttocks, and her breasts. Slowly he circled her hard little nipples, feeling the little bumps of her areolae as he went around before letting his fingertips move to the nipples themselves. Tansia's head dropped down and she was sucking his right nipple into her mouth.

It was lovely foreplay; wonderful to be alone with naked Tansia; a joy to have her in his tent just as she was on the hike; a dreamy pleasure having free access to her body; lovely too to be making love in the light so Greg could not just touch and feel but see Tansia; see where his fingers were going. Pity she wasn't still wearing her tail. They kissed again.

The sun was high and it was hot in the tent and this just added to the eroticism; both Tansia and his own skin slightly slippery with sweat; skin sliding on skin. And, with Tansia having fucked Jim not so many hours before, the scent of sex was heady in the enclosed nylon space. Heat and sex, slippery bodies and moving hands, tongues penetrating; Greg was lost in pleasure.

Greg's fingers crept lower, through the curly thicket until his forefinger found the little valley and traced it downwards. How different the male and female sexual response - Greg so hard: Tansia so wet. And she was. In Greg's experience there was lubrication and there was flood. Sometimes a girl was pleasantly wet and ready to receive him (though sometimes not) but Tansia was much more than that. It was the feeling; that exciting feeling of pushing open labia and finding your fingers stirring a seeming puddle of liquid. Greg happily stirred and before he knew it he had a finger inside her. There was a sharp intake of breath.

Greg knew what his fingers were playing in was not simply Tansia's wetness; not just her own secretions; Jim had been there and would have left his semen aplenty; it could not be helped and it did not matter to Greg that he had had Jim's cum on his fingers - not at all when he was about to add to it himself.

For the first time Greg felt Tansia's hand on his cock; grasping and encircling then moving it; pulling the foreskin up and down. Tansia raised herself up and Greg watched as she positioned herself over him, holding his cock so it pointed between her legs.

"Ready big boy?" She said.

Greg smiled back. How pleasing to have a woman praise his cock and he recalled Tansia saying on the hike he was bigger than Jim. It seemed even without the marvellous drink he retained this eminence. Gratifying.

Slowly Tansia lowered herself. Greg's view was front row; Tansia's strong spread thighs, her knees either side of his hips, her pubic hair untrimmed, a little wild and certainly very damp, her open lips and the little button of her clit poking through and there, with the shiny head of his cock approaching and his little eye staring, the secret entrance to her body, pink, wet and, unfortunately, just a little creamy.

Contact!

Greg watched, and certainly felt, his cock slowly disappearing into Tansia as she let herself down. What a wonderful thing a woman does in allowing a man to go so far into her body and Greg was going all the way.

"Mmmm. Nice," said Tansia. "You really are bigger than Jim."

It would have been so awful at that moment if the tent flap had been pulled back and Jim's furious face poked through. Coitus interruptus! But even as Tansia would have jumped backwards in shock letting Greg's cock drop from her, Greg would have the pleasure of Jim seeing and knowing who had the bigger penis. He would have seen it coming out - could not have missed it being pulled, wet and potent, from Tansia.

They were not interrupted; the sun shone on and there was silence in the campsite, as they paused relishing the feeling until Tansia started to move and then there were the slightly peculiar wet sounds of sex. Up and down she rode as Greg held her breasts and watched the bouncing of Tansia's hips as she slid up and down his pole. He moved a hand and with a finger touched her clitoris.

"Ooh naughty!" but she didn't miss a stroke.

Perhaps it was the after effect of the aphrodisiac or perhaps it was the draining of his system by the two recent wanks but Greg's ejaculation held off. The day before if Tansia had come into his tent and started riding his cock like that, he would have spurted into her within a minute of her starting - if not before! Instead he was able to lie back, gently teasing her clit, and enjoy being ridden and watch Tansia's orgasm come and see her face screwed up in ecstasy - oh for a camera! What a picture!

Tansia slowed and Greg rolled her over so he was on top; Tansia's legs came up and over his back and he began to fuck in the missionary position. Now it was his turn to do the riding and he thrust away with enthusiasm.

Tansia was good to him, egging him on with whispered naughtiness, "Come on big boy, fill me up... I want to be dripping with cum when you have finished with me... really dripping... the cream just oozing between my legs... just let it come, there's a good boy."




Dare by Moonlight Ch. 02



Her hand cupped his balls and held them as his penis pistoned into her. The breathy whisperings, the sudden stimulation of his balls and the slippery, sliding motion of his cock brought Greg to the crisis.

"Wow!" He exclaimed as the ejaculation began, splashing into Tansia.

"Oooh, I can feel you coming," she breathed into his ear, "lots and lots, there's a good boy."

Not as much as in the lake actually; not as long or as in such quantity but the sensations and pleasure of being within Tansia... well!

They lay together in the tent, naked, sweaty and not a little sticky.

"What on Earth was in that drink, Tansia?"

"Green M&Ms all whizzed up." Again that giggle Greg so liked to hear. "No, not really; chocolate, oysters, bananas, asparagus spears all blended into a delicious..."

"Be serious Tansia."

"Phallus Erectus Purpurae, I think." 

"What?"

"A mushroom, a fungi used by the princesses of the Stiffi Tribe; picked before ripe and used as a dildo to excite their libido. It had the bonus that the residue caused any man who fucked them to stay hard. No premature ejaculations for them - no such thing - every ejaculation just a fun, not end thing, as the fucking could go on as long as the princesses wanted. They could do it with more than one man to the same effect; all the men afflicted with the royal standard! You can imagine the power it gave and the fun. All those cocks as hard as iron as long as they wanted or commanded."

Greg lay there not quite believing what Tansia was saying.

On she talked. "I found not having a bra so difficult. I was just all over the place. Boobs bouncing around feeling both uncomfortable and sexy all at the same time. Would it have offended the dare if I had worn a sort of fishnet bra - hiding nothing but restraining? What was it like with that monster erection of yours? You cannot believe how much I wanted to gobble it up as you came towards me across that beach the other side of the lake. I couldn't get over how big and strong it looked and leaking cum to boot. I mean, I know men like to have their cocks complimented but that thing just looked massive and so strong. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! The way it swayed from side to side as you walked. I could not believe how sexy and male you looked walking over that beach. Sooo suggestive! Would it have been more comfortable strapped up?"

"What? Strapped! How?"

"You know. Length of ribbon tied around the base, criss-crossed up the shaft and pulled back and tied hard back around your hips in a bow above your bottom. That'd hold your erection tight against your tummy and stop you bouncing around. Restraining and sooo sexy to see, I expect. We'll try later when you get hard again - get you to walk around the campsite like that. I've got a ribbon for my hair. Will red suit? I'm sure it will! I'll like seeing your cock all bound up and restrained!"

Tansia's hand went to Greg's limp cock and she began to play with it.

"We are members of an elite club you know. Your, or was it my, dare sort of set it up but I had been thinking of a nude walk for a long time. The idea so appealed and turned me on. Being so without protection; just me on my own without clothes or a companion and having to make my nude way in secret across country. It could have been just a forest walk or climbing a mountain but your dare around the lake was just the stimulus I needed. The test of being so turned on but having to restrain from sex was just a further development of the idea. It was a wow wasn't it? I mean, seeing you walk across that beach with that hard-on! Not like now. What a sticky, floppy little wet thing it is! Just look at it! Nice though. Cocks are fun to play with hard or soft. But you were hard on that beach - that was what I call manly!"

"Would others want to do it? Would Jim, would Mikey, would Alan, would Cynthia? Imagine setting them all off in the dark for the test. Cynthia one way: the boys the other. I'd love to see the boys walking with their erections in the moonlight and I'm sure you'd like to see Cynthia with my tail! But would they want to take the test? I can't really see it."

Greg was all serious. "It would be a more feasible thing without the aphrodisiac. You'd never get around in a group - mixed or single sex. You know just what would happen, Tansia!"

"I suppose so. It's a solo thing isn't it? A real endurance test."

"It certainly was - I don't know why I accepted that dare. Well I'd had too much beer and you had made such a thing about me putting my swimming trunks on at the beach that afternoon."

"Well, you did seem to be overly careful about not showing anything. Nobody else was being anything like as cautious and prudish. I mean, you didn't miss it when Cynthia's boob slipped out. "

"Erm... no."

"It is a shame, in a funny sort of way, we do not have a celebratory photograph. It would have been so funny. Me with my tail and you standing with a big cheesy grin and that monster erection. But we couldn't have shown it to anybody could we!"

Greg thought about it. He would love a photo of Tansia without clothes but seeing a picture of himself naked and erect? Well, perhaps, yes, with Tansia. Perhaps not blown up to poster size on his bedroom wall though amusing to have on the reverse of another picture as a secret he could turn around on occasion when he wished to recall the walk with Tansia.

Tansia went on. "Of course a photo of you a little from below standing all male and proud looking out over the countryside would have been rather fun. That big rampant cock the focus of the shot. Yeah, I know what we can do, we could re-create the pictures. If I get my camera and my tail we could walk a little way up the lakeside path, strip and take the photographs - take a lot of them. The others won't be back for hours. I'll have to make sure Jim doesn't see them! Do you think you can get almost as hard again? I'll help - see if I can't suck you up to a full stand with that sooo sexy dribble. See, the idea is having its effect already! Come on, race you to the showers. We'll use the women's - they're bound to be the nicer. There's no one around."

Greg smiled happily at Tansia as his cock grew and soon he found himself running naked and erect right across the grass of the campsite in the bright sunlight chasing after Tansia's naked bottom. An outdoor erection brought on naturally this time, unaided by strange vegetal supplements.

But why had Tansia brought that aphrodisiac with her and where had she got it? Was it from her sister whom, she had said, was something to do with botany or bioscience or that sort of thing? Had she been planning something for Jim and the dare changed things?

The pink bottom ahead of him disappeared through the door of the showers. He would think about Phallus Erectus Purpurae later. The camping holiday with his friends had certainly taken a twist or two he had never, never envisaged.