Jake, Prologue

By Willy D

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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My name is Jake. I'm almost 15 years old. My story really started after I moved to a new town, but I’m going start about a month before that to give you some background information, and so you can see how I got into the mess that I’m in now.

I had been living alone with my father for the past 5 years (since he and my stepmother split up – my real mother has been out of the picture since before I can remember, and so I’ve always referred to my stepmom as “mom”). We lived in a big house way out in the woods. We didn't have any neighbors nearby, so while my dad worked I would spend a lot of time by myself, watching TV, playing video games, walking along the paths in the woods. This was fine with me because I’m a very shy person, and get really nervous and awkward around other people (especially girls). My favorite thing to do was to go swimming in a pond in the middle of the woods. I really wasn't supposed to swim alone, but I did it almost every day anyway. One day my dad came home from work early and caught me coming home with a towel and wet bathing suit. As punishment, my dad took away my video games, and he said if he caught me again I'd lose my TV.

I tried to stay away from the pond, but about a week later, I was playing in the woods, running around and climbing trees, and I found myself at the pond. It was a hot day, and I was sweaty from running and climbing. The pond looked very inviting, but I didn't want to get punished. Plus I didn't bring my bathing suit or a towel, and I couldn't go swimming in my clothes (I knew that with my luck, my dad would catch me coming home in wet clothes and I'd really get it).

That's when I suddenly had an idea.

What if I went swimming, but didn't get my clothes wet? My dad would never know. I pulled off my shoes and socks, took off my shirt, and hung it on a branch. And then took off my shorts and put them on the ground near my shoes. I thought about swimming in my underwear (white briefs), but figured they'd soak through my shorts when I got dressed again. I would have to take them off too. I hesitated, realizing what I was contemplating. I had never been naked outside before. Just the thought of it was making my heart pound in my chest and my hands shake. I knew that there was nobody around. In my years of living here and walking in these woods, I had never seen another person. But I was still very nervous. I kept looking around expecting to see someone walking out of the woods, but of course, I was alone. I told myself not to be such a baby about it –it was the only way that I would be able to go swimming, and nobody would ever know about it. I decided that the best course of action was to be quick about it. I pulled down my underwear, kicked them over by my shorts and shoes, and ran and jumped into the pond with both hands cupped in front of my groin.

The water was cold, but it was exhilarating. I couldn't believe how refreshing it felt. The cool water flowing freely over my skin and between my legs felt amazing. I felt so free. I hadn't expected it to feel that different from swimming in a bathing suit, but it did. And the difference made me very aware of my nakedness. The thought of what I was doing really started to sink in. I was naked. I was swimming naked outside. Anyone could just wander along and catch me. I must admit this idea got me kind of excited, and before I knew it I was swimming around with a boner. But even that felt great in the cool water. I swam for a long time (my boner eventually went away - succumbing to the frigid water). I finally decided I better get home, but the thought of getting out of the water made me nervous all over again. The idea of being naked on dry land was a lot scarier than being naked under water. I figured I'd get out the same way I got in - quick. I had to use my hands to climb out of the water, but immediately covered up again as I hurried to my clothes. That's when I realized I couldn't put my clothes on yet. I was soaking wet, and had no towel. If I got dressed, my clothes would get wet, and my dad would know I'd been swimming. I would have to dry off a bit first. So there I stood, shivering and naked with my hands cupped over my privates. After a few minutes, I got a bit bored, and started walking around a bit (staying close to my clothes), and in an act of boldness eventually dropped my hands to my sides. Feeling the wind blow over my skin and between my legs didn't feel quite the same as swimming in the water, but it was still an exhilarating feeling of freedom.

The reality of my situation started sinking in again, I began to imagine what someone would think if they saw me right now. I gazed down at my body and was immediately embarrassed.

I might as well describe myself at this point - I'm shorter than average for my age, and very skinny. I'm ashamed to say that I'm a bit underdeveloped in many areas - body hair being one of them. My chest, arms, legs, and even my armpits are completely hairless.

But what I'm most ashamed of is my penis. It's as bald as the rest of my body and very small. Normally, it's just under 1 1/2 inches when soft, but because of the cold water it was less than half that, and my balls which are small to begin with were pulled up and shriveled to almost nothing.

Yes, looking down at my naked boyish body made me very glad that there was nobody else around to see it. But at the same time, just the idea of being naked outside was starting to get me excited. That combined with the feeling of the air on my bare skin, and my little penis started to grow. I watched it as it grew to its full size - 2 1/2 inches long but still just as skinny (about the same length and girth as my pinky finger). It was sticking up and out at about a 45 degree angle and solid as a rock. I don't know what exactly it was about being naked outside that had me so excited, but I was more turned on that I'd ever been in my life.

I watched as my skinny little boner swayed back and forth as I walked until I finally reached out and grabbed it between my forefinger and thumb (It's too small to use my whole hand). I started stroking it, and within 30 seconds was shooting streams of cum onto the dirt path. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. When I'd finished, I figured I had dried off enough, so I got dressed and headed home.

I couldn't stop thinking about the experience all day, and that night in bed I had another amazing orgasm just thinking about it. After I finished (and cleaned off with some tissues), I began thinking about the day's adventure. Why did I get that turned on just by being naked outside? Was I some kind of pervert? I didn't know. But I knew that I'd be back at the pond the next day.

My days after that became a kind of routine. As soon as I got home from school, I'd go right to the pond. I'd strip off all of my clothes and jump in the water. I'd swim for a while, then I'd get out of the water and walk around naked to dry off. It was always exciting, and I had a boner more often than not. I'd usually jerk off right there in the woods. Then sometimes, depending on what time it was, I'd go for another swim to wash off. I got bolder and bolder as the days went by - to the point where I was walking most of the way back home naked carrying my clothes, stopping to get dressed right before I left the woods and entered the back yard.

And every night I'd jerk off in bed thinking about being naked.

I began to daydream about some of the girls from school, imagining that they were there skinny dipping with me. Not that that would ever happen - Not only would I be mortified if anyone actually saw me naked, but, as I said before, I'm not a very social person, and I'm especially awkward around girls. I can barely open my mouth to say one word to a girl. But in my daydreams I was a ladies man. Of course in my daydreams, I was also taller, more muscular, and had a big penis that the girls loved looking at.

I was looking forward to the summer, when I could spend all day exploring my newfound interests. But my dad's job transferred him back to Europe (My parents are both originally from France (and in fact, I was born there), but we've been living in the US for over 10 years). Anyway, Dad was moving, and I was going to live with my stepmom. So much for my pond and the secluded woods. My stepmom lived in a suburb with neighbors all around, and she's a teacher, so she'd be home with me all summer. I wouldn’t have any privacy at all. I was dreading it.

(The End)