Barefoot Island

By Mark Smith

Published on Sep 17, 2001

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This story is completely true.

I was up in Minnesota on a fishing trip this past summer. Normally, there are 4 guys that go, but due to a variety of circumstances, only my Dad and I were able to make it. It was a hot summer up there and we did our normal fishing thing. One afternoon, Dad decided to take a nap and I figured it might be a fun idea to take a small trip in the fishing boat. I started getting a bit excited about the prospect of going out to a neighboring island, strip naked, and get some relief. It was about three days since I had my last orgasm and I was ready to go. There really were no female prospects, and even if there were, it would work out well with Dad there. I decided to change from long to short pants due to the heat. Now I personally can't stand what is being passed off as short pants these days. Any baggy pants that go to your knees are not shorts in my eye. I picked up a couple of pair of Levi's shorts before the trip and had a girl at work shorten them by 4 inches. Like I said, I like my shorts short! I went to the room, slipped on my yellow speedo bathing suit, put them on and looked at myself it the mirror. While I am 38, I look like 25. I have an excellent build and a full body tan. I looked hot and figured this is going to be fun. My heart raced with the thought of being on the island again. I put on my shoes and shirt, tossed on a hat and headed for the boat. It was really hot out, probably about 90 degrees. Once I got out in the lake, the breeze cooled things off a bit. The sun was out and the sky was absolutely clear - you couldnt ask for a better day.

The island was about 3 miles from the camp. It is actually one in a series of three islands and is the smallest of the three. I started up the motor and headed out. About 15 minutes later, I arrived at the island. This island is about 100 yards wide and about 100 yards long - very small and very private. As I pulled up to the island, my thoughts went back to an encounter I had there earlier in the week. I decided to motor around the island before landing to make sure there were no other visitors. After circling around the island, I landed the boat on the beach, tossed out the anchor, and jumped out. I decided to explore this little island just to make sure that I was alone. I took a whole 5 minutes to walk down the 2 trails to verify that no one was around. I then went back to the boat, took a drink of soda and got ready for my fun. I slipped off my shirt, shoes and socks. It felt fantastic when my feet hit the sand. I took my digital camera, sat it on a stump, and took a few pics of myself in my yellow speedo. I then wrapped the camera back up and put it back in the boat. Now for the fun!

The ground was cool as a I walked barefooted toward the trails. There was a area where previous visitors has made a campfire. I couldn't help resist walking through the back soot - it felt so good having the cool black ash underfoot. The air was still as I made my way up the trail. I had brought a towel to lay on and found a great spot. I spread the towel at the edge of a drop off, slipped off my speedo, and laid on the towel with my feet hanging over the edge of the drop-off. The wind slowly blew off the lake, between my toes, and over my body. I then started stroking myself until I was stiff as a board. The smell of the lake, the breeze, the sun - all contributed to my fun. It didn't take long before precum was dripping out. I stopped stroking and played with the juicy fluid for a few seconds. I couldn't take it any long and began masturbating again. Faster and faster until I felt my cock started filling up with fluid. I held on as long as I could before I came. One, two, three, four, then five squirts of hot milky fluid all over my chest. I kept stroking until every drop came out. A took a deep breath and looked for some leaves to wipe myself off. Once clean, I put my speedo back on and headed for the boat. Once I got to the beach, I walked in about six inches of water to clean my feet and splashed some of the cold water on my chest to clean up the dried remains of my cum. I then got dressed, jumped in the boat and backed out. I looked back at the island, glad that I came again to this island, but hoping to have bumped into Chris again - a guy that I met on this island a couple of days before. That, however, is a different story.

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