The Young Backpacker’s First Reaming

It had been a long hot grueling hike and I was truly grateful the fifteen steep switchbacks were now behind me. Now I was enjoying the rewards of that effort. The grassy meadows laced with colorful wildflowers blowing in a cooling, welcoming breeze was a nice change from the claustrophobic forest I been in most of the day. It had lightened my spirits considerably despite the burden of my rather heavy pack. This was a particularly remote section of the trail and I hadn’t seen another person on it in days. I also had no communications with the outside world whatever this being the mid – 70s and all. Nor did I want it anyway. Solitude in fact was a major reason for this adventure. At nineteen, I thought this adventure would allow me to ponder what I really wanted to do with my life and being alone in this place I thought would help with that.

Ahead of me scattered groves of trees broke up the expanses of meadowland and a welcome sight greeted my eyes. In a big shady patch an old and heavily worn fallen log was on the side of the trail. I knew the butt of many a hiker had likely worn it to a state of perfection. It was now time for me to follow in that fine tradition and I sat down to take a much deserved water break. After gulping down some water I just sat quietly for a bit and enjoyed the moment. I realized my clothes were sticky and uncomfortable from my perspiration. Then I had a crazy thought. Since I had not seen a soul in days, why not hike nude! I stood and pealed them off my smooth 5’7, 132 pound body then put my socks and boots back on. A shirt across my shoulders protected them from the straps of my pack and I was off.

It was a very liberating feeling and far more comfortable. The cool breeze directly on my skin was wonderful. My dick and balls wobbling back and forth took some getting used to but I did soon enough. I logged the easiest, almost dreamlike miles in the next couple of hours. About the time I was due for another break I spotted a small tarn tucked among a semi-circle of trees about t fifty yards off the main trail where I thought I could cool off a bit. After a quick walk I was at the edge of the clear as glass water and dipped my hand in. It was far too cold to swim or bath in. After dumping my pack I just flung some water lightly on my body. It felt so refreshing I did it several times. I stood naked taking in the beauty of the mirror-like reflections when I realized it was time to water a tree so to speak. I turned and went a few yards from the tarn then let the yellow stream pour from my dick and splash onto the base of a tree trunk. I finished then suddenly felt something warm on each of my shoulders!

“You have a beautiful ass kid!” a deep male voice said from behind me!