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The Woods in Idaho

Day 1

Yeah, I know; getting away from it all is the excuse everyone gives. I can't say I blame anyone for being sick of the same old shit day by day. Ever gone crazy in your own house?

Although, the blazing midday sun wasn't giving the poor raccoon who carried 30lbs of supplies on his back any respite. I was starting to wonder if 'it all' was really that bad… yeah, it was, only needed like a second to think about that.

Early spring Idaho temperatures were bad, but they could reach the high 90s and still wouldn't be awful: what's a little bad weather compared to a shitty home life? 'It all' took a toll on me that fucking forced me to come to Idaho what's in Idaho? Well, they've got the most Firewatch towers in the US. The flyer for the job told me I'd have one all to myself, with nature supplies and manuals all over the place to help me explore the great outdoors. In return I got to make sure it doesn't burn down. Simple enough, that's probably why the pay isn't amazing.

I was half tempted to collapse on the un-sheeted bed and pass out for the rest of the night. Raccoons weren't built for the wild, we live in trash cans and low-income apartment complexes. Gimmel one of those and I could find you the nearest crack den with my eyes closed, but a giant ass tower in the middle of the forest took an entire day and three wrong turns into forested dead ends to find. So, you'd understand if I wasn't in a hurry to get unpacked or make my bed.

My strife hadn't ended, yet the dust plumes from the bed made me sneeze enough to realize if I didn't wanna wake up tomorrow with pinkeye I'd have to do some prep. So, there I was, making my bed and fluffing pillows for myself in the middle of a forest.

“Tower...do you copy?"

The voice in my room startled me enough to wake me up a little. It came from a charging station with a single pocket radio on it. I was surprised this place had power, maybe someone turned it one when I applied for the position. The handheld radio on the other side of the room was covered in dust too, so I guess they'd been looking for someone to take this job for a while.

“Tower 41, do you copy?" The voice was male, sounded a bit older than me, a lot deeper, too.

“Yeah, yeah I'm here." I said quickly while picking up the radio.

“Is this Tower 41?" the voice repeated.

Fuck, you know that pit you get in your stomach when you're working at the supermarket, and the manager asks if you've restocked a specific isle, but you're not even sure what the store's name is?

“Ah, y-yeah. This is Tower...41," I had to scan the cracked wooden roof of the tower till I found the plaque with the faded bronze number on it. “Um, sorry, I wasn't given a briefing on official lingo yet."

Static came from the radio until it responded. “Well, it's in the guidebook, but if you wanna save a few hours, just say '41 reporting' when we start talking and '41 out' when we're done," he answered amicably in a weird, middle management sorta way. “You know the rest of your job here, right?"

“Yeah, yeah, watch fires and shit."

“Already getting casual with me?" Oh, I shouldn't have said that, I don't even know the guy's name and I already sound like a complete fuckhead. “Well that 'shit', is usually other campers, and it's our job to make sure they don't do anything stupid. Now, when you make those judgments, I better see you use some common sense. Don't just chastise some kid for playing music too loud by the lake or something."

“Got it. Um…41 out." Can he tell that I haven't had responsibilities for a while from just my voice? Fuck...should I have ended that early? He might have had more to tell me.

“What, you don't want to talk more?" he asked. Shit, uh, what else would I have to talk about, though? “I get it, you're probably tired. First time hiking here takes a lot out of you. Pick up that radio any time you're unsure about anything or you see a blazing inferno off in the distance. 42 out."

And that was it. I hung up the radio and flopped on my bed. I sighed and put my palm to my forehead in shame. Not the worst first impression I've given. He didn't sound ecstatic at my presence, but I didn't give him much to be excited about. So, my first night ended on a mediocre note, which is slightly better than the last impression I gave to 'it all'.

Day 2

What am I going to do today, unpack? Unpacking sounded nice. They told me all I'd need to bring are some clothes, hygiene, equipment and anything I want to entertain myself with. The backpack bursting at the seams with books and electronics compared to the perfectly happy luggage filled with like three sets of clothes, a toothbrush, and deodorant told you what kind of camper I was.

The first thing out was my laptop. Sure, wi-fi isn't strong here, but that could leave less distractions for me so I could get some work done. Next came my Switch, followed by my charger, toiletries, all the books I managed to cram in this thing, then all the books I stuffed into my luggage when I still had space after packing all my clothes.

There was the sum of all my things, haphazardly strewn on an island in the center of this compact room, still slightly larger than the one at home. I had my own sink here at least, although I hadn't seen a shower or anything.

“Tower 41, I repeat, are you up yet?" Just in time to ask.

“Yeah, I'm--"

“Jesus, man, it's 11:00 A.M.! You should've been up five hours ago." I go to sleep at 5 A.M. if I'm lucky, who does this man think I am?

“Sorry! ...Won't happen again." I was already setting the alarm on my phone, and three backup alarms 30 minutes after that one just in case.

“It's fine, kid, I should've told you. Hell, I'm new to this whole teaching thing too, so let's call it even. Maybe this is a bit more strenuous than I thought." I haven't spent two hours awake on this job and already pitied me. So today why don't I let you off easy? Tell ya what, why don't we go through a more comprehensive run down of what you'll be doing here?"

“Fire watching?" Seems straight forward. Why would I need a run down?

“Already a natural, huh?" He didn't sound annoyed, that's good. “Yeah, use those binoculars on your porch to spot any raging wildfires. That's all you're obligated to do, but you'll go mad if it's all you will do." I'd contest that, but the time I've spent doing nothing but staring out my window hasn't done much good for me. “You've got hiking supplies in one of your closets, I believe. Graciously provided for us, but it's not super high-quality stuff, so I don't recommend rock climbing or Deepwater swimming." God, when even was the last time I went swimming? “So when you're up to it just walk around, say hi to any hikers you see and make sure they're doing well, maybe report the odd cigarette butt or two, but other than that just enjoy the view," he finished, casually.

“Sounds easy enough." I confirmed. “Uh, I've got a question though."

“Shoot away."

“I saw an outhouse at the bottom of my tower, but I didn't notice a shower. Did I miss it, or...?"

I thought I sounded earnest, but he genuinely started giggling, and it caught me way off guard. “41, you've got a sink and a bucket, that's all you're gonna need."

So, the rest of my day was... eventful. I got through half a book, checked on my Animal Crossing town, even tried a little bit of drawing...never even attempted to before but hey, never too late to start. Now I have a half-scribbled abomination that could resemble a tree if you squint hard enough.

I went out once...to use the bathroom, of course. The climb down the steps of my twenty-foot tower was a bit much and the climb back up was gonna be even worse, so Just going down to take a piss seemed not worth the effort. I walked for a little bit but didn't see anything interesting. It all just looked like a wall of trees with nothing special to it. I didn't even leave my immediate area though, so maybe the forest's mysticism just wasn't here. I ended up going back after 10 minutes because the heat was too much.

Fuck, even now I hate it. Yeah, my old place got cramped and hot sometimes, But at least we had an AC…one shitty AC from a decade ago that I could never afford to keep on. My fucking clothes are soaked already and I…I could take them off. Yeah that's a simple solution, just get naked. you're alone here, who are you being modest to.

Yourself probably and isn't part of your job to 'Watch out for other hikers. What'll a naked park staff member tell them, that it's ok to run around the woods free as a bird without any consequences. Although why would there be consequences to that, we're in a forest there are no standards. Ok, you're in your tower, alone, this is a private space its fine be al natural

I peeled the sweat stained shirt off my top and it landed on the ground with a wet thud. I could already feel nervous shivers and my pants weren't even off yet. You're nervous, about what? it's just a little private nudity. Just take your pants off… you're not doing it… what, you think a firefly is gonna complain about seeing your dick? … Okay, on three you'll do it. Three… two… one… god dammit, they're not off yet! Didn't you say you would--

I don't know what hit me at that moment, but my pants fell to the floor pooling between my knees. I started getting nervous and every inch of my body was telling me to pick them back up and cover myself. My legs didn't get the memo, though, and kicked the pants to the corner where my shirt lay.

When my hands and feet started to obey me again, they were locking up and covering my shame. Why did I do that? I stood up straight again, shaky hands still covering my junk.

What was I so nervous about? Oh god, if I did this at my old place and someone caught me, they'd call me a slut for a month. Well, none of them are here, I don't think any of them have committed more than a single brain cell to thinking about Idaho. So, who cares? I'll be as naked as I want. My hands seemed to agree as they slowly removed themselves from my sheath baring it all for the room to see. I did it.... I'm naked…feels nice, yeah...this is nice.

I climbed onto my bed, feeling a bit lewd as that required getting on all fours to get into position. But then I just laid down. I didn't bother with the covers, it's way too hot for them. I shut my eyes and let the rhythm of my happy heart carry me to sleep.

Day 364

Tower 41 is still here, just as I left him.

Hello old friend.

I'm back from college.

Graduated this year too.

The summer I spent here with you.

The friends I made.

You helped me through a rough spot.

I feel a lot better now, and I think I'll stick around for another summer.

But uh… you don't mind if I get a little more comfortable first right.

Shirt: off.

Pants: off

Underwear: off

That's better. Enjoy the view?

Well I love showing it.

Never realized that until last year.

Day 6

Fuck, I'm a pervert. First thing I did when I woke up was masturbate. That's a first for me so early in the morning at least. My phone told me it's 7A.M. right now, probably the earliest I've woken up in years. You ever wake up naked and feel morning rays heat up your body, casting heavenly rays on your erect cock, as if the gods themselves are likening it to the holy grail? Or you're hard as a rock under the covers and you wake up on your stomach so you're already stimulating your super sensitive morning wood by rubbing it against the mattress?

Regrettably, I didn't bring any porn with me. I mean who owns physical shit anymore? The internet here isn't good enough to load up a full video, either, but I can get some great images up if I prepare them thirty minutes in advance. I made do with my thoughts though. Fantasies about shy college boys, who looked suspiciously raccoonish, finding that his clothes are missing from the shower hook, because the hot RA took them and won't give them back unless he sucks every dick on the floor. Ah, I'm pathetic.

There's something about being naked that makes me hard, I guess. Maybe it's just something about being exposed, the thought of possibly getting caught, the wind blowing on my nuts. I haven't been without clothes for as long as I have now, there was always a pair of eyes near or in another room nearby that made me anxious, out here, though, it's so hot I feel like being naked is necessary to my survival. Eighty fuckin' degrees, Jesus Christ….

Well, I haven't been naked constantly. Sure, I've stepped out on the balcony a few times, my heart's never beat faster than it did while I leaned over the railing and jutted my ass out like I was showing off to my room. I just don't have the balls to walk down this tower and do that outside now. What if a mosquito bites my balls? I don't want swollen balls. That's gross. Nope, I got to deal with the reality of having to get dressed every time I go outside, dampening my clothes with perfuse sweat as I hike to the bathroom, lord knows I'll never be able to go farther than that under these circumstances.

No, I can go down. There's nothing wrong with stepping outside like this, it's my tower and my property for now. I bet there's nothing even wrong with wandering around naked like this. Here, I'll prove it. With inspired anger I picked up the radio and contacted a familiar voice.

“42, I have another question." Even talking on the radio naked gives me chills.

“What's up, 41?" The radio responded almost immediately

“Uh, kinda an awkward question," I said, fiddling with the radio antenna. Fuck don't say it's awkward or it'll become awkward. Treat this like your pants and just drop it. “How do we feel about nudity in these woods?"

“...can you repeat that, I'm not sure I heard it correctly." Fuck, what the hell, this is awkward. No amount of prep could make asking 'hey can I have my dick out all the time' less awkward. Or I need to learn how to speak louder, I was mumbling because I didn't have the guts to ask this out right. Fill those lungs with air and just ask it already.

I took a deep breath, and held it in, for a little bit, before letting it out with my question again.

“Can I be naked in the woods!" Maybe let go of my inhibitions a bit too quickly.

“Planning on skinny dipping?" I could hear the smirk on his face.

“I-if I want to, I mean there's a lake in the east and I didn't bring a suit so--" Don't make up an excuse.

“Well, I've never had a problem with it, seen plenty of guys and girls stripping and dipping, but they're all covered up by the time they get out. Don't think we have rules against it anywhere else in the woods too. Unless the feral deer have put up some public indecency ordinances, I'd say anyone's free to walk out with their cock out."

“Good to know. So I take it if it's allowed?"

“You tell me, would you stop a chick from flashing her tits in front of a bear's den?"

“Ah, n-no." I responded hesitantly.

“Ha! Gotcha, pervert," The radio crackled with how loud his accusation was “In that case, you would 'cause she's bothering the wildlife and putting herself in harm's way. But if, say, she was flashing you well then, it's your discretion. Personally, I wouldn't mind a bit of eye candy." And he's calling me a pervert?

“Okay, flashing the wildlife is bad, gotcha," You probably would've assumed that, but if you did see it, you'd probably be too nervous to do anything. “Thanks for the info..."

“You got it, oh and if you actually are going swimming, ring me up. The lake is at the midway point between our towers and I know a lot of good spots." That's a really nice offer, god when was the last time I went swimming? “if you don't mind me seeing you without a bathing suit." There's that smirky sound again. His voice was good at giving away his expressions.

“I'll think about it." Having someone see me naked… my tail tucked itself between my legs from just the thought but…the same thought also causes my sheath to twitch a little.

“Well, don't be shy. I didn't pack a bathing suit, either. 42 out." I felt my sheath twitch a little from that too, if our conversation kept going, I think I'd need to masturbate again. Was he hitting on me? It wasn't anything more than a friendly gesture, don't get horny over him already.

Yeah, he's just being nice. Well, He told me all I needed to know, I was definitely going to do this.

I got nervous jitters when I left my tower, and they brought my heart to life as I took my descent down the tower steps_. Step, thump thump! Step, thump thump thump!_

I was doing it, heading down these flights naked. It wouldn't be hard for a passing hiker to spot me up here, I feel like I'm walking down the red carpet with how viewable I am.

The black hole in my stomach imploded when I took the first step on soil, prompting me to frantically scan my surroundings for anyone. I mean I hadn't seen a single soul since I came here what're the chances that I'd see one now. Still doesn't hurt to check.

Why? What if someone sees me? What's the worst they could do, call the park police? Maybe they'll take a photo or two. That thought stirred my sheath a little.

My tower extruded from a pocket of golden grass in the middle of clearing surrounded by dense deciduous forest on all sides. It almost felt like my personal little base and shield from anything in the forest. A single path marked by a worn sign goes into the woods...should I go in? The light coming from the early morning sun was shining through the trees and back lighting the few clouds. It didn't look like it was gonna rain. Should I go in? The nice touch of early morning wind caressed my fur and I... I moaned.

I couldn't help it, I started touching myself, not in the dirty way, yet. But I ran my hands through my fur and softly enjoyed the sense of my own touch. It was stimulating, it felt really nice. Why haven't I done this before. Why isn't this something everyone does?

The small bit of pink poking out of my sheath in the tower was now a full rod threatening burst with euphoric glee without so much as a touch. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go into the woods like this, I had to preserve some decency.

I found a nice spot dead center in this clearing. If anyone wandered up here, they'd definitely see me lying down, hard as a rock and spewing jizz like a geyser. But hey, this is technically my property. I let my hands do their work, slowly running one on the side of my cock while another gripped the base. I wasn't in the mood to be aggressive, everything just felt soft and slow, and that's all I really needed right now. The warm touch of my hand messaging my cockhead and a cool gust of morning wind blowing it whenever I pulled away.

A-a-and oh god! Heh, no matter how relaxed you are, if you have an orgasm. The involuntary bucking of my lower body followed by a spew that landed all over my chest and stomach was the second loudest thing out here, followed by the moans I was gleefully screaming out.

Now, basking in the early morning light I feel sublime, this is much better than cleaning up after yourself in bed. Although, I don't have any tissues to wipe my body after that, And I made quite the mess. Well, the sun rays and wind are doing some good aftercare right now. Maybe I'll just lie here for a bit…

Day 10

“I'm going for another hike today." I spoke into the radio. Another hike might be a stretch, at most I'd seen the perimeter of my immediate area over the past 4 days ever since I managed to actually walk down my tower, but I hadn't gone through any forks in the trail or any significant distances. that was going to change today.

“Alright, got all the stuff you'll need?" The radio responded. I should do a mental check. The drawstring bag slung over my shoulder had a decent amount of trail mix, one water bottle, and my phone. Soon, this radio would join them, seeing as I didn't have anywhere else to hold it. Other than all that the only thing on my person was a faculty hat, just in case someone didn't believe me if I had to explain that I was park staff.

“Think I have enough to spend the whole day out there," I stated confidently, and god dammit, I intend to.

“Gotcha, champ. Hey, maybe don't spend your whole day out there. The wind's picking up and it's a bit chilly today." Something that I was appreciating you haven't really felt nature until you've had wind caress your exposed balls. “Maybe don't go to unfamiliar territory."

“Alright dad," I mocked the radio. “Also champ? I thought I was tower 41 to you?"

“Guess we've known each other long enough to be using pet names now. I don't mind you calling me dad too much." I couldn't even imagine the face he was making this time, all I know is that he sounded formal, goofy, and lewd at the same time.

“Maybe I'll add a 'Y' if you supply the extra 'D.'" What the hell did I just say….

“All right, kid, let's tone it down a bit. How about you just call me Denis. And I'll call you..."

“Jude, I'm Jude," Now a new person knows, he's in a pretty exclusive club. “Nice to meet you Denis."

“Same to you, Jude, that's a unique name, man." Yeah, I've never met anyone else with it.

“Yeah, um maybe we can see each other in person if you're out today."

Ugh, I hope it doesn't seem like I'm coming on to him. It probably does with what I just said.

“Oh, sorry man, I'll be spending most of today inside, I'm developing photos today." Out in the woods? Maybe he brought a laptop too. Well, it's a cool hobby that earned him some more points in my book.

“I hope you have fun with that forty-Jude out." No need to be so formal anymore.

I took a deep breath before staring at the exit from my little clearing into the rest of the woods. Pines lining the trail like walls or spires to a corridor. As I went further the trees spread out as much as they engulfed me, the trail becoming less and less visible but only being marked occasionally with ruined wooden rails and rusty signs. And with each step the cocoons in my stomach hatched into lively butterflies ready to try out their wings as my inhibitions provided the gust. Early morning mist reduced my visibility a bit, and coalesced at the lower half of my body, concealing some growing arousal. I bet I looked like the model on the cover of a naturist magazine right now. This gave me an idea.

Shuffling through the bag, I pulled out my phone. I held it out as far as my arms could and angled it downward. I got a close-up birds eye view of my naked body, half erect and smiling.

I'm… attractive.

Sounds a little arrogant, but it's true. My fur just glistens in this morning fog. My slim, you never really ate a lot at home, and fit enough to make the trek, walking to clear your mind does a lot of good for your body too. And my face...who are you smiling for? Are you gonna show these to anyone? You look cute in them. I mean what other face would I make when taking a photo like that, my usual slight frown would just look weird. This smile compliments your erection and half-closed legs a little, you look almost shy, but with a playfulness that says, 'hey, I'm naked in the middle of the woods.

I put my phone away before I could look at it long enough to start pointing out my imperfections. Didn't do good for my arousal though, I'm growing harder by the second.

Then I kept walking, deeper into the woods.

“Hey, Jude come in." The radio slightly muffled from inside the bag startled me a little. I'd forgotten it was there, I'd only opened the damn thing to get some trail mix. For a second I was worried the voice's owner was physically present, how would that have gone.

“What's up, Denis?"

“Water." I gave the radio a confused glance, as if Denis could sense my emotions without words through this thing.

“What do you--" I was interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder--a wet tap, almost barely detectable, until another one hit me on the other shoulder, and I looked up to see the light grey clouds accumulating overhead.

“Oh, that was a straight up dad joke."

“I'm earning the nickname you gave me earlier," He snarked. “But that's not the point, tell me you're back in your tower?

I'd spent the last eight hours out here. Honestly fairy tales don't need a curse or magic to lure people into a forest. Although...

Drip!

A particularly large droplet landed on my hat hard enough to be audible. My ears flattened on my head between the hats. “Uh, no, I'm still out here."

“Ah shit man, how far are you from your tower?" I had no idea. Fuck! That was what I forgot! A map! Some fucking outdoors man I am. I don't know this area well enough to be navigating it on my own! … no, no, stay calm, you have landmarks, you don't even have to tell him you forgot a map. Scanning around I can see…

“There's a post that says Wayland Meadow." Thank god the sign hadn't rusted over completely.

“Jude, you went far. You're closer to me!" He sounded vaguely shocked. “I'm still a good thirty-minute walk away, though, and you've got another option."

“Oh?" What kind of hospitality would he offer if I just showed up to his door naked and soaking? I'd look pathetic.

“Yeah, there's a hiker's rest area near you that you could wait out the storm in. Just so you know it might continue into the night and you'll need to use the supplies you brought." Ah perfect, I'm sure 7 trail mix wrappers will do wonders at drying me off. my lack of clothing means I won't even have an improvised towel.

Walking naked in the rain wasn't terrible. I feel like I would've loved it had it not been for the mud and soaked leaves squishing beneath me, which felt kinda gross. God, that's the one thing everyone forgets about the “majesty" of nature: it can get gross in an instant. Sure, the trail into the forest from a meadow might look beautiful, but try turning over a stone in said forest and not vomiting when you see the insects crawling on and under it.

“ACHOO!"

I wondered if my phone was ok, hopefully it didn't go through the bag, I'd have to spend the night eating soggy trail mix if it did.

When I finally got to the rest area, I was ready to walk in and collapse on the solid pavement in the room, but the two figures already occupied made me jump back into the rain. Not only had I'd not seen another person for the past 12 days, having them see me full frontal assaulting them with my naked, wet and shriveling body nearly gave me a heart attack too. Enough to make me stumble backwards and make my hat fall off my head. I wasn't thinking when I turned around to bend over and picked up my hat, now they got a clear view of both ends. It didn't help that I realized this second after bending over which caused me to freeze and stay in that position for longer than I'd hoped. Eventually I managed to retrieve my hat. Instead of putting it back on my head I ringed it out and covered my crotch.

The fox and cougar who'd just bore witness to an embarrassing noodle situation looked startled like I had interrupted a conversation. I wasn't giving them a calm look myself; my eyes were just as wide as theirs.

I looked like one of those feral animal shelter ads with abandoned puppies in the rain, except I was a twenty-one-year-old raccoon, a much less marketable species. “Uhh, park--staff--here." I stuttered through chattering teeth. “You don't mind sharing this place with me, right?" I sniffled a little, I do look like a pathetic little shit. On the bright side, there aren't many assholes that would say no to someone in my situation.

“Y-yeah it's cool," the fox spoke up. “Brian, start a fire. Our friend here could use one."

“Th-Thanks." I shivered out. “S-sorry about my uh… state."

“Don't worry about it." The cougar grunted as he lugged a log from the corner of the room to the pit. “Just focus on getting warm, then we can talk."

There was a cobblestone fire pit in the center of the room and a bunch of disposable wood in the corner. The whole shelter was nothing special; probably the blandest looking thing in the forest, it was a grey cobblestone box only meant to be used in situations like this. It looked like the two of them already took their shit inside. Two sleeping bags and wrapped up tent were in another corner. The two still had their packs on and were also soaked, so they must've just arrived.

The fox shuffled through their stuff and pulled out a blanket. He handed it to me, looking away for my sake as I grabbed and wrapped it around myself. “T-thanks." That just came out involuntarily, what else was I supposed to say. I plopped myself on the opposite side of the fire pit from the two while the cougar started a fire.

We didn't say much for the first hour or two, this was a whole new level of awkward for me. These two were obviously friends if they were willing to hike out here together, I bet they'd be shooting the shit and waiting out the rain if I wasn't here.

I should just stay quie--

“Hey you hungry?" The cougar asked.

I waited for the fox to respond, before I looked up to see him staring at me. “We brought smore stuff. It'd do some good to have a hot treat after what you've been through." Campfire with smores. That's like, the most ionic bonding experience ever.

“Y-yeah that sounds good." I nodded lightly. By now I dried off, but the rain residue was still giving me that uncomfortable grime feeling. Plus, my fur hadn't completely recovered, now frizzing up like a mad doctor's haircut.

When they brought out the sticks, I reached over to grab one but then my hand retreated back under the towel when I felt it slipping off my shoulder. I readjusted my position until I was sure everything was covered again.

“We'll make you one first." The fox said before he skewered a marshmallow on the end of a stick. I just shot him a friendly smile.

“Ryan might have something that'll fit you in his bag, we can work on drying it off." The cougar suggested.

I shook my head no, “it's fine… thank you though."

“Are you sure, I don't mind letting you wear them." The fox clarified.

It's a nice gesture but I just can't take it, I'll break my nude streak… is that the only reason why. Fuck, what if they ask me to explain it, I'll sound like a complete pervert if I just explain it like that. 'I was taking a dip in the lake and when the rain came it washed away my stuff' that's a somewhat believable excuse right? Ok I'll just say that.

“I-I kinda like being naked." Thank you mouth, you always say what I never want you to. Regardless they were both still smiling, I even got a chuckle out of the cougar.

“Just like you." The cougar said, nudging the fox. That prompted a light punch from him to the cougar's shoulders. “Come on, he's opening up to us, I thought you'd enjoy sharing something."

“Uh- well I'm just trying something new out here. It's not like… yeah it just feels nice to be like this.

“I get that." The fox responded. “I'm not going to hike naked or anything, but I don't wear clothes around the house."

“I wish I could do that." I admitted. “This is the first time I've tried it and I'm liking it. There's indecency rules here… well to a reasonable level."

“You heard him Ryan. Feel free to strip whenever you'd-- Unf!" The resulting gut punch got a slight chuckle out of me. I felt a little bad for laughing.

“Not after last time. You chickened out of your side of the deal too." I was curious about this deal but how would I go about asking. Maybe raising an eyebrow?

The cougar noticed my gesture and responded. “Senior year of college, we convinced him to streak around the perimeter of campus at night. He didn't know there was an alumni event going so a lot of potential employers got to see everything he had to offer firsthand Unf! Stooop you ass!" By now I was involuntarily smiling at the banter between the two. It's funny I was just letting the towel slip off of my shoulders the more comfortable I got.

“You didn't even pay for my textbooks like you promised. And I still think you put those photos up on the campus notice board." The fox said while sliding a marshmallow in between two graham crackers. Then he got up, walked to my side of the fire pit and handed me the smore. “Here since you're the nicest person in the room so far, you get the first one." I graciously accepted the smore, by now the towel slid off my shoulders completely, exposing most of my upper body to the two.

Before I took the first bite, I looked at him and asked, “Was it fun?"

The fox was slightly taken aback as he took his place back next to the cougar and answered. “Yeah, it was fucking exhilarating man." I feel like I would understand this guy.

“See foxy," the cougar said, pulling the fox in close and rubbing his shoulder. “Wasn't the experience worth the same amount as some price gouged books."

“Hmmm fuck no." The way the fox said that as he nuzzled against the cougar's shoulder made it sound all warm and bubbly.

“You two are kinda cute." These comments are just flying out of my mouth today.

“Speak for yourself." The cougar growled out. I got a faint blush from that, and the towel, now only pooled around my crotch and feet, developed a small tent.

The fox was a bit more skeptical though, giving me a glance through squinted eyes before saying. “Yeah he's like an 8." He said while I had a mouthful of s'more and chocolate residue on my face. “Hey, you open to this stuff?" The fox asked. I was about to question what he meant before the Cougar went ahead and squeezed his crotch.

“Yeah," I interrupted the fox who was preparing another hit to the cougar. “Um I haven't done a lot though." I admitted, I've been with other guys, and I've had fun with some.

“Well we can just do hand stuff… if you want of course." The fox said, pulling himself away from the cougar's grasp.

“Sure, uh, yeah we can do that." The fox smirked at me then stood up. He was about a head smaller than the cougar, not as muscular. Then he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, soon after his sweats followed. His lithe fire red frame was bared before me and the cougar. The snow-white sheath even had a little bit of pink poking out.

“That means he likes you." The cougar put his hand to the side of his face to 'whisper' that to me. The fox looked like he wasn't in the mood to hit him again. There was something else he'd rather do with that cougar, and me by the looks of it.

“Just come on over already." The fox said, putting his bare ass back against the cement floor. Who was I to deny this, I completely discarded the towel and stood up, half erect and in plain view of the two as I walked as casually as I could over? That got a whistle from the cougar as he patted the space next to him and the fox. They want me in between them.

No sooner was my ass on the pavement then the fox's hand was on my stomach. “So, wanna stick to hand stuff?" He said running the thing down my still a little grimy fur. I just nodded and eventually the hand was circling around my sheet. Then I heard a zipper being undone next to me.

“Come on I want some to." The cougar almost sounded like a little kid complaining that it's his turn with the Gameboy."

“Ugh, fine," The fox replied like the other kid reluctantly handing it over, as he stretched to reach the cougar.

I just let out a moan and laid back, this hiking trip was totally worth it.

Day 249

I'm four beers in and I'm already losing it

I'm at a bonfire.

It's pretty bright

Ryan's here

He invited me

Turns out we lived close

I don't know anyone else here

Everyone's friendly, though

I can't make out a lot of shapes

There's a cute wolf nearby

I like him

He's coming closer

“What's up?"

Huh. Me?

I stand up

“You're hot" I think I slurred a bit

He giggled and we spoke

I've been getting more practice with this

I know how to speak

“Wanna go somewhere private and--"

Holy shit, I courted someone with my soave faire

I have soave faire!

I wanna do it right here

He gives me a look and I while I stand up

I take off my shirt

The fire behind me gets more fuel

Ryan whistles at me

My pants and underwear go next

Thankfully not enough to start a huge fire but I'm not getting those back

I really did that

I wonder what I look like

A naked raccoon standing in front of a raging fire

I'm like a phoenix except not at all

Everyone's staring, I like this

The wolf gives me another once over

“Let's do this."

Day 12

I'm gonna do it, guys. Ryan and Brian were nice enough to ask for my number after we finished our debauchery the other day, and now we've got an IM group all to ourselves. They were long gone by now, but I'm still here for the rest of the summer.

I lifted the camera up and angled it down at my naked body holding a bag, in which all of the clothes I packed for this trip were in. I hadn't worn any since two days ago and I won't break that streak either, especially after today.

Fuck yeah man, the first reply came, it was the cougar.

In the place we met? Ryan came up next.

Yep I replied. I was thinking about throwing them in the lake, but that's littering.

Go green, man. You're gonna save on water after this, the cougar responded.

You're also gonna go home eventually, might want to pick up whatever's left later, the fox sent.

Yeah, if I even find them again by then.

I'll cross that bridge when I get there, but for now, I'm committing.

Ryan sent a few blushing emojis and Brian sent a ?(´?`)/

I gotta go now, it'll be a long hike.

Pics or it didn't happen, the cougar responded.

And with that, I headed out. The two of them were nice enough to give me a velcro phone strap to attach to my thigh so I wouldn't have to hold the damn thing all the time, same with the portable radio. It ruined the naturist aesthetic, but it wasn't a massive loss. Over the past few days it started feeling like my fur was getting frizzier, and just getting a lot fluffier, like there's a thin coat of static electricity around me at all times.

The hike back wasn't bad, I'm starting to form a mental map of the general area. I think I can tell where I am by what birds I'm hearing now. I had something similar back in the city, where I knew what block I was on based on the color of the grime attached to the buildings. This is by far a more serene way to navigate.

When I entered the hiker's rest area I could still smell the results of two nights ago, we really went at it. Long after the rain stopped I stuck with those guys, I think I made some great friends… I made friends. That gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

I figured those feelings were about to get more intense after I'm done here. Back in the corner of the room I placed the canvas bag with all my clothes in it. The sticky note in the front would tell anyone who'd find them what they were there for.

“Take if needed," it read. I swear it wasn't just my fur getting fuzzier as I started walking awayI took the time to delicately wash them in my sink and hang them out to dry outside, then neatly folded them in that bag. There's a good chance anything in there is cleaner than what a struggling hiker might already be wearing. I'm pretty small, though, so chances are they wont fit a lot of people, but hey, extra blankets and rags can never go amiss.

Either way I was still abandoning them. Yep, just my body and the elements out here now. No cover to save me from the humiliation of getting spotted huh, maybe I'll find more like minded couples out here like the fox and feline… or maybe I'm just glorifying this too much.

Anyway I still need to commemorate this. I stood up and took a photo of myself, half erect dick poking out of my sheath with a meek smile plastered on my face. My hand outstretched, pointing at a semi open canvas bag filled with all the clothes I packed for the trip, the only things I had to wear for the next three months, shoved away in a corner an hour and a half away from my place of residence. Offered up to any stranger, feral animal, or insect that might need it.

I look cute in that pic, not gonna lie. I love how my tail is curling up a little. I like how my sheath looks. Found myself unconsciously touching it on the way back, and soon enough it was completely erect before I'd even managed to get the shelter out of view.

How far did Denis say his place was from it again? maybe I should barge into someone else's place like this, it went so well last time. No, maybe showing up at his doorstep completely erect before I even told him what species I was is a bit extreme but, I should still call him.

“Hey Denis!" I called into the radio. Here are those talking jitters again, my hands were shaking so much that I'd be surprised if the audio on his end wasn't wobbly.

“Jude, you sound excited. What's up?" Did I? I feel like I've got 'excited' written all over me, I was enjoying myself though so it makes sense.

“I'm back at the rest area I took shelter in two days ago, just wanted to drop something off in case anyone else gets stranded like I did. Are you close by or at your tower?" Oh fuck, that made it sound like I want to meet him.

“Aww no actually," he replied, sounding a little disappointed. “Honestly I'm about a thirty minute hike from it, which is an hour for you."

“Aw that sucks, I was kinda hoping I'd get to meet you in person." Would he think I was a pervert if I showed up like this?

“Yeah, man, I wanna meet you in person while we're out here. I mean we've been talking to each other a lot, and it feels kinda weird that I only know your voice." I've known people who were just text on screen, I guess Denis isn't active online. “I'm actually doing a hobby of mine right now, nature photography."

“That sounds cool." Ugh...surface descriptions like that are the bane of my existence, I need to train myself to stop using them. I need to seem more interested. “Uh...what kind of things do you take pictures of?"

“Some birds got this beautiful one of the dawn shining over a clearing this morning...even got a nice profile of a feral deer drinking out of a puddle. Kinda reminded me of me on four legs." He's a deer! I've been talking to this guy for fifteen days and I didn't even know his species. Although, how do you ask that? “What are you?" Sounds kind of impolite.

“Oh, you're a deer! I'm a raccoon by the way. 5'6 and pretty skinny."

“Heh, save it for your dating profile, Jude." Fuck that was too much. “Don't see a lot of raccoons out here anyway, so I think I'd recognize you," We really are the mascot of the city. “Although a raccoon huh, here?"

“Yeah, is that weird?"

“A bit, I don't even see a lot of wild raccoons out here. They're all in trash cans out in the city." Somewhat accurate, “But this is coming from a tree hugging dear though."

“I, uh, I'd like to see any wild raccoons if you do manage to get a photo of one."

“I'll keep my eye out. I gotta go though, I think I see a deer herd and I gotta get a photo of this."

I stopped myself before saying good luck, that'd probably ruin his chances. But yeah he seemed nice, I kinda want to meet him more. But like this, maybe I should go back and get my clothes? No, ok, if he didn't see me like this he can't judge. I mean he said it himself, nudity is allowed here, so he wouldn't be mad, right? He was a pretty chill deer.

I looked at the radio still in my hand, then looked back at the concrete structure in which lay all of my clothes. I took a deep breath and walked in the opposite direction, back to my tower.

Day 15

Today was shit.

That's all you need to know. Fuck, man, do other people get this? You just wake up and you walk around for a little bit then and you don't know how everything is gonna go but it just keeps being like that for an hour or two, then when you realize nothing changed that's when the bad thoughts come in.

So you just sit down somewhere, start dwelling on it, start clenching your teeth, start screaming in a whisper while you think about all the things that are making your day shit that haven't even happened yet. Yeah, days like those are shit, days like this are shit, thinking like this is shit and I can't just fucking put it to rest.

You're out here 'cause you think a few trees and a lake will make you feel better. You think going full nudist is gonna help once your back in the city dealing with the sweltering heat while getting swamp ass in your sweats, or the freezing cold in layers of coats that take an eternity to put on. Bet that shits a lot worse here by the way, in case you wanted to go full Tarzan and live the rest of your days in the Idaho woods.

Fuck this, its not gonna help, I'm gonna go back home and just be as bitter as ever, fuck this!

Stop.

Stop thinking for a while, okay?

Just sit down.

Do you remember why you came here? No? That's good. That means it's already out of your mind. You forgot about it. It's not because you took some spiritual journey out into the woods and became a new person; it's because you got out of the tower. You got away, and that's all you really needed to do. Idaho isn't some holy ground where all your problems can be solved, I mean it's just Idaho.

So now you're sitting here completely naked because why the hell not, it's legal, no one's going to tell you to put your cock away. The two guys you met out here were pretty enthusiastic about it, and now you've got two new friends. Actually, that's wrong, you've got three.

Pick up the radio."Denis." How else would you start a conversation? “Hi Denis, what's up?" There. Easy.

“Jude." He said it with an emphasis on the U. He's not making fun of you, just having fun with you. It's because he likes you enough to do shit like this. He likes you.

“Ah, uh, I don't just want to talk I guess." Yeah you did, what's wrong with that? He's open to conversation.

“Well, now we're talking, but the real question is, what do you want to talk about?" There you go, he is open to it.

“I'm not interrupting anything, right?" No harm in checking, but he does seem pretty open right now. Just don't ask this every time it might get annoying.

“Nah, just catching up on some reading, but I'm starting to get a little drowsy from it, so I'm down to talk," he said.

There you go, you could ask him about what he's reading, or you could ask him about the more pressing thing on your mind. You know the thing that's hanging about 4 feet below open in the air.

“So you have any encounters with people out here." Ryan and Brian are still on your mind, too.

“Lots, actually. The other day I had to tell some asshole to bag his food or risk attracting wild bears. What about you?"

“Uh, in the shelter, I had a run in with two guys that was…" Getting a little excited down here? It's understandable that you'd be shy about explaining this.

“It was…" But you know he wants to hear it. “more than PG."

“As long as their food was secured and you weren't doing anything illegal, you can tell me. What, did ya'll fuck?" Well he's blunt.

“..." Oh, you're trying to be coy now, huh?

“...was it something actually bad?" Shit, he can't read your body language, or see your blushing face. You need to start actually explaining this shit to him.

“No uh, we did do that… fuck, I mean." Good job, sport.

“Woah! Jude, my man!" He sounds excited

“Yeah they were both pretty great."

“Both?!" He's really liking what he's hearing, come on, elaborate.

“A fox and a cougar. We didn't do, like, penetration or anything, but we did a lot of hand and mouth stuff."

“Ahhh man, okay, so one time, I caught a group of skinny dippers, I stumbled on their shit and told them to put it by the bank and not draped over some trees in case some animals get a hold of it. One of the babes in the water told me if I could demonstrate for them and I took that as the forced invitation it was and joined me. God one of my better encounters out here."

“Babes huh, um mine were both guys," hell yeah they were, let's see if he likes that.

“There was a guy in that group, lucky fella with 3 friends comfortable enough to get naked around him. Said he was straight as an arrow but I showed him a thing or too. Everyones got at least a foot over the fence no matter what side you're on." Oh yeah, he's open.

“I'm mostly in the man's yard myself, although I haven't really… tried the other side" You said, you should always try new things.

“Mhm, well I'll tell you if I find anymore that'll love the company of a college age raccoon. So come on, spill the details what'd you guys do. How'd it start!?" He sounds like a college age girl right now.

“Well um, I stripped down because of the rain," Not ready to tell him about your new lifestyle choice just yet, it's fine; it'll be a surprise. “And our conversations just got pervy so they invited me to sit between them." Come on you're doing good just keep explaining. “And next thing I know there was a Cougar's finger in my ass and a Fox's hand wrapped around my sheath. We didn't try anything too outrageous but we alternated between...mouth and hand stuff mostly. There was some grinding too. The cougar flipped me on my stomach and started grinding against my ass." God you wish he just put it in don't you? “I think it was to tease me though, we didn't have anything to make the entrance smoother thorough so I don't think I would've even if I begged."

“Ah man, if you've got proof of this I'd love to see it,"

“We took some pictures," And you look hot in all of them.

“Hell yeah, fuck bring them over when we meet, how's two days from now sound? We can meet by the lake, it's a good halfway point for us."

“Sounds great!" Aw, you're really excited about this.

“Oh speaking of pictures, I snatched one of a harpy eagle. Those are the fuckers with the pine-cone looking hairstyle--"

And you two talked, for hours and hours until the sun went down. You didn't feel the blind rage you did earlier, you felt nice, the same kind of nice you got when you walked outside and into the forest for the first time. You liked it, just talking to someone.

Yeah, I felt like we didn't do a lot but I enjoyed the day. Fuck, I must've said “We should go to bed soon," like three times, but we just kept talking until about two hours went by and we had to force ourselves to stop.

I couldn't sleep. I was restlessly wiggling around in my bed thinking about meeting the buck for the first time. It got so bad that I had to step outside for a bit. Normally I can't see much in the distance at this time of night, but with the binoculars, collecting dust while hanging from the rail until now, I could see tower 42. I mean his lights were still on too, I could make out a figure standing on the porch. guess they're as restless as me.

Or maybe they had their own set of binoculars, pointed over at me… how good are deer eyes? I wasn't gonna get to sleep deer gazing so I decided to do some stretches on that balcony. You know upper arm stretches that exposed all of my body and would hike up my shirt if I was wearing one. Trying to touch my toes, just a coincidence that that left my ass up and exposed for a watch tower occupant that might glance over in this direction. Yeah, I bet he'll like what he sees.

Day -30

I don't want to get up.

I get and I'll be tired for the rest of the day, here I can just sleep.

I can't sleep though. If I get up I'll be tired but if I lay down I can't go to sleep.I'll be fine here though, on this bed slick with sweat and semen.

There are clothes strewn about the floor of my room and garbage all around my desk. I ran out of bags, I need to get some more. No one's going to see this though.

I drove my last roommate away. I never talked to him, why didn't he talk to me. No he deserved it, spending all day playing fucking smite, keeping me up at night. His shrill fucking voice screaming well into the night, talking to his internet friends about shit. He seemed happy though.

I should clean up.

Masturbating one more time might make you feel better.

I should go for a jog again.

You're too tired to do that.

I should get work done.

I'll be shit, you don't have the energy.

I should go to sleep.

Yeah let's just lay here for a while.

Day 15

We finally decided to meet up, I'm so excited.

Seriously, my fucking heart was breaking its pace record for excitement levels today. I found myself unconsciously wagging my tail and just smiling. I was still nervous though, I wonder if he'll think I'm some sort of pervert when he sees me. But the conversations we've had over the last two days, I don't think it'll be too surprising.

This place though, he wanted to meet up at the lake between our sites and its... pretty. There was a small watering hole back where I lived but I think it's about a 4th of a 4th the size of this lake. And you could barely see below the water with all the algae and murkiness in the water, but here.

I could see the violet dawn sky and purple clouds reflected in it, The tips of hills and trees on the other side of the lake rolling off into the distance for miles and miles. I read somewhere that there's a sublime feeling to realizing how small you are and I didn't get that at first, but seeing the earth itself stretch off into the distance while I, a naked 5'6 raccoon in, wasn't even the tenth of the size of a single tree, it made me feel something.

I wonder if this is why Denis wanted to meet here so early. He said seven A.M. and back home I would've said that's insane, but now that I've started sleeping through nights properly I managed to get here a half hour early. I loosen the velcro strap around my thigh to get the radio.

“I'm at the place Denis. This lake looks awesome."

There was silence for a little bit, then the crackle of radio static again. “Yep, one of my favorite spots in the world if I'm being honest. I'll be there soon but if we keep talking I won't be able to focus on walking."

“Alright see you soon." I affirmed, then I strapped the radio back against my thigh.

How am I gonna greet him? 'Hey it's me that raccoon you've been speaking to for the past fifteen days, before you say anything what am I out of ten?' That's casual and funny, and kinda calls attention to my new, temporary, lifestyle. It sounds forced though, and I don't trust my mouth to say all that without messing up. You know what, he'll introduce himself first, he seems like that kinda guy.

Although, I should do something to try and greet him with a surprise, he's a photographer right. I should pose! Like, do something sexy and a little pretentious, photographers love sexy and mysterious. Yeah okay good photo location, the fucking boardwalk definitely.

“Well hey there you sexy racc," I said to the raccoon in the water. “lets try out some poses to introduce our new friend" He responded back to me.

Profile shot with one hand touching your chest and the other holding the elbow while looking at the camera with a smile, that's too basic.

Arms and legs crossed in a casual but cool-- whoa! Ok, you can't keep your balance like that, you'll fall into and we'll bump into each other.

Arms covering your crotch, legs spread slightly apart and ass out with your tail hiked down to tease… I like it but it's a bit too slutty for the opening gesture. Yeah you're already naked but come on man lets be a little modest.

How about a--

*WHISTLE*

The sound of a distant whistle drew me away from conversation with the raccoon in the water. The sound's source was getting a good view of my ass from the position I was trying out last. It took me a bit to turn around completely and stop mooning the approaching deer. I kept my hands on my crotch as he got closer.

It felt awkward to just stand still while he walked to me, benign at least a little courteous, I tried closing the gap myself. We were 3 feet from each other when we stopped, I could clearly make out his features. An unbuttoned short sleeved flannel, his chest and stomach were exposed, flatter than I expected, probably a little bit of muscle beneath that thick coat of fur too. He had plaid cargo shorts on and pretty furry legs too. The last thing on his person was a decently sized digital camera hanging from a strap around his neck. It had an extruding lens and everything. I don't know much about photography equipment but I think if you're carrying something like that you're really at least somewhat professional.

The deer himself was about a foot and a half taller than me, up to the head at least, if we're counting antlers then I'd say about two feet. I've heard only certain barbers specialize in cutting those ivory head trees, and I don't think we're gonna find a lot out in the woods of Idaho, so it's safe to say that this deer's antlers were longer than the average cervine's.

“Hey," The familiar voice said, unfiltered through radio static this time. He reached out a hand toward me, I momentarily looked down to see what both of my hands were doing, took me a bit to realize I couldn't stay completely covered and introduced myself. I mustered up enough courage to shake his hand, with the one that was touching my dick the least.

For a brief moment I saw his eyes looking down at where my hand left, but the other one was smart enough to sprawl and accommodate for the missing space my other hand left behind.

This will get awkward if I don't say something “Getting your peaks in already?" I mustered the courage to remark.

“Yeah," He announced with absolute casualness “Now shake my other hand so I can get a better view." He reached his other hand out.

I swatted it away, leaving my junk unprotected from an oncoming assault of deer eyes, I swear he tightened his grip on my other hand so I wouldn't cover up with that one. Well I wasn't going to anyway he'll see it eventually. When he let go, I got lax and just stood, arms at my sides and ready to just talk. I guess he was satisfied with what he saw too, cause after he whistled a little while looking at my sheath, his eyes went back to mine and stayed there.

“... were you gonna go for a swim or?"

“No uh," Shit what do I say? “I don't want to say lifestyle choice cause this isn't going to be permanent, but like, you told me that being naked isn't illegal here, so why not." That sounded… not as pervy as I expected.

“Hell yeah man," and he approves. “Yeah it ain't illegal, but we're the ones who decide that, so like have your ass out all you want but don't go reporting anyone else who's doing it."

“I wonder what else we could get away with here?" I asked. Maybe he's got some stories.

“Don't go overboard." His playful tone dropped entirely. “We're not setting fires, killing/feeding wildlife or burying bodies alright. If common sense is telling you otherwise then don't do it."

“...Yeahh, ok" Come on don't be shameful, he's just making something clear to a newbie. get your hand off the back of your head, put that tail back up, I'm sure he'd love to see what's behind it.

“Letting your dick hang out ain't a crime though, 'least in our eyes, right? His casual tone is back.

“Well back in the city I'd report it, like what if there are kids around." That's a good point, but don't you want to do it when you're alone either.

“Yeah I get that, well here I don't do it cause I just wouldn't feel as safe."

“What do you mean?" Was I putting myself in danger?

“Feral animal attacks," yeah that makes sense “Although, if they wanna attack no amount of clothes are going to protect you. Save for riot gear." Guess you've just been lucky not encountering anything. “Wildlife here is pretty tame though, I just don't feel as protected in the buff if you get me."

“Yeah you just feel a little more vulnerable at first, but then you get used to it, and it just feels really good." It feels more than good but I won't preach about the wonders of nudity yet.

“Tryin' to convert me," Guess he's already thinking about it.

“N-no you can do whatever... within reason."

He shot me a smile and put one hand on his camera. “Well then mind if I get a picture? I was going to take one of you by surprise but, it'd seem rude to do that without asking given your state."

“Yeah go ahea--"

*CLICK"

“Hey look, found a raccoon out here!" He showed me the camera's screen, my mouth hung open mid sentence and my eyes were half closed. I'd be more embarrassed by the expression than the nudity if someone else looked at that photo.

I lightly hit his side. Looks like I'm taking after Ryan already.

“Haha, don't be petty, I get one of all my friends when they're least expecting it." I'm a friend? “Come on, let's take a better one, I'll be in it with you this time."

Given his size he walked behind me and was still in frame for the photo. Then he put a hand on my shoulder and used the other to lift the camera up enough to get us both in view, or at least guestimate it, since neither of us could see the screen. And then we heard a light,

*CLCIK*

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Unsurprisingly, Denis knew a lot about the ecosystem in this forest. He wasn't spewing the scientific names of every tree and the moss growing on them, but he knew a decent amount. Like, I now know that conifer needles are toxic for the soil and make it impossible for other plants to grow around the tree, and they do this so they can 'hog all those tasty tasty soil nutrients,' as Denis put it.

He then had me pose at the base of one sitting with my hand over my crotch to keep it a little presentable, I suggested that he take one uncovered too for personal use.

What else, well he also knows how to do bird calls. Like, he cupped his hand over his mouth and went FIS FIS FIS until one flew right at his feet. That's when he told me to try. 5 minutes later and he settled on just taking another goofy picture of me with my hands over my maw and the frustrated gaze I was giving to those damn birds who wouldn't land near me.

Oh yeah! He also took a photo of me lying on a bed of leaves. He just saw the opportunity and took it.

He directed my pose and threw some more leaves on me for aesthetic appeal, told me to keep my legs closed but raise my arms above my head. There was something about his demands that tells me he's had experience with models, although I took him as a nature photographer. Anyway, he took four pictures from each side and from my head and feet, even got in a prone position for the head one, that one's my favorite. My smile in that photo looks the brightest its ever been, and the angel gave a perfect view to the top of my sheath, which had a slight bit of pink sticking out.

So now I'm just walking with Denis smiling like an idiot and casually talking about life and shit, I told him about my life back home and why I came here. It's really not that interesting, but I'm glad he listened to me anyway. It's harder to talk about that shit than show him my cock. Speaking of.

“Jude!" The excitement in his voice betrayed the casual and laid-back persona he was putting on for me 'til now. “Come look at this!" He dashed off to a tree that did look a little unique, its leaves had these white frog leg looking things hanging out and the soil around it was completely bare.

“It's a tree." Sparkling commentary Jude.

“Observant, but d'ya know what kind've tree."

Say something clever, you obviously don't know. “Uh, frog leg tree."

Denis shot me a smile then a head shake. “Sourwood," He said slapping the tree “This baby's one of the rarest species in Idaho, which makes sense since they're not native."

“So, like an invasive species." Hey, that one biology course is finally useful.

“No not really they're not driving out natives." He sure knows a lot “No they look cool and they turn all pink in the summer. Come on, get under this and pose already."

“We're doing this while it's still green though, it won't seem as special." When did I turn into a princess?

“It's still rare Jude, now do come here," I did as I was told. The tree swayed above me as little pollen flecks fell from the leaves above. The permanent smile on my face didn't need any adjusting so I was fine there. That just left the pose I needed to strike… This tree's thin enough for me to wrap your arms around it.

Like a stripper, why not, give him some more eye candy! I craned my head backwards and pressed it against the tree, my arms now above my head and grabbing it from opposite sides, I spread my legs and even managed to wrap my ring tail around the bark. God, I feel so lewd, maybe I'd make a natural pole dancer or--

“Uh, Jude." The deer dragged me out of my element.

“Come on take the picture already." I don't want to waste this pose.

“Are you sure it'll be a little more risque than the others."

“I've been naked in all of them. What do you mea--" I looked over to see him pointing down at me, and then looked at my own body? There it was, the last bit of my modesty hanging out in all it glory. My fucking dick was out.

“You're excited for this one huh?" The deer said, casually strolling over.

“I-I just really liked the pose," I had half a mind to cover myself again, but that'd ruin this position, and who knows if I'd be able to get it back. “You can take th--"

I jumped as I felt the tender yet rough grip of a callus and furred hand cup my balls, and what followed was a shove that could've ended poorly for me if he was holding on just a bit tighter.

“Oh sorry," I blurted out as he hit the ground. “You just surprised me a little."

“Ugh! Fuck, no I'm sorry," The deer said getting up and rubbing his ass from the fall. “I went in too quickly, should asked or… I thought you were gonna say something like 'you can touch' or whatever but um... Yeah, shouldn't have assumed that." He looked genuinely apologetic. That was kind've forward, wasn't it? I have been teasing this guy and talking to him about sex stuff for the past few days.

“It's fine um," I offered a hand to the deer, I felt like he could tug me down and force me on top of him into a half clothed missionary position, but no, he managed to get on his feet. The tent in his cargo shorts was even more noticeable once he was standing, although my maleness had retreated. “You wanna take that picture now, you could make it PG with the right angle."

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Not much happened after that, our conversations were a little quieter and didn't last as long, I was still smiling while with him. But we didn't spend more than an hour together after that whole incident, and besides by then it was 7P.M so we both needed to head back.

Denis was enough of a gentleman to escort me to the halfway point, so we said our goodbyes and left for the night.

I couldn't stop thinking about that last bit though, when he grabbed me. Fuck, that's an unforgivable act to most people right… I should've told him not to try funny stuff like that if I was so uncomfortable with it.

Was I uncomfortable? I didn't care about doing it with Ryan and Brian, but they invited me. This took me by surprise.

He was so nice up until then too, I had an amazing time and letting one little thing like that ruin it seems unfair.

He just grabbed me a bit, and he didn't even try anything after that. Maybe that's why he's been harping on common sense so much, he's self-conscious about his.

I picked the radio up from its charging station

“Hey Denis, uh I had a wonderful time today."

There was just silence for a good 30 seconds, a little uncharacteristic if he does decide to respond but maybe he's taking a leak. “I did too man. You're really cool."

“...just cool."

“Yeah, you're chill, fun, and stuff?"

“Well so are you!" I sound like a child declaring his everything proof shield “Although, what am I out of 10 to you?"

“... ugh look man." I could hear him pinching his temples from across the forest. “I'm sorry about earlier--"

“I didn't mind," Then why did I shove him?

“Hey, don't be like that," Denis responded, What did I do wrong?

“I actually don't mind, like, I was just surprised that's all. Hey, um if you ask next time and give me a fair warning you can do whatever the hell you want alright."

“Don't…" The pause lasted long enough for a dramatic gulp, but my throat was too dry. “Eight."

“Excuse me?"

“You're like an eight Jude."

“Woah not a ten. What does it take to get up there on Denis's attraction scale."

“I don't know, make me cum in my pants with one touch. Ten's impossible for everyone."

“Heh, yeah I guess, nothing's perfect. Well goodnight."

“Yeah goodnight.

Day 20

What am I doing, am I really going to spend the entire day here?!

Yes, I'm going to wait 'til Denis comes back, I should've woken up earlier to catch him before he left his tower. I don't mind waiting a bit. It took me an hour to get here so why not.

Actually, I'll call him on the radio, tell him I'm here so I can stop wasting time.

Although he hasn't been picking up lately, I think he's still mad at himself for the grab. I'll just tell him that no bridges were burned by that hand.

…

I like him too much, I actually want to have sex or something with him. Or even just hang out and do nature photography stuff. Maybe it's my fault for leading him on too much by being naked the entire time. He probably knows what he did wrong. I'll just sit here and wait.

… any minute now … he'll come back … probably taking more pictures … Why don't I pull up some memories so I can masturbate to pass the time …? I haven't looked at porn in a while. A lot of these are kind of fuzzy … oh that's a good one, yeah, I love that video …. Oh god I'm so close, fucking who knew to wolves fucking in a conoe was so ho--

“Jude!" It was at this moment I realized my position had changed from idly standing and waiting patiently to sitting spread eagled and masturbating with my maw open and tongue lolling out.

“H-hey Denis." I stood up and used my hat to cover my erection.

“Can we please not."

“No, I want this." Shit be less aggressive with your sluttiness. “I uh. I liked the time I spent with you too much to let it be ruined by one thing, can we just leave that behind us."

I got a deer in the headlights look from Denis. I better hit the brakes before I hit him. “Wanna take more photos?"

Denis just sighed and started walking in the opposite direction. Fuck I fucked up already, no ok what do I do, lunge and grab him that's a good idea!

“Hey, let go of me!" *RIIIP* that wasn't the best idea.

We both hit the ground, me on my stomach and him on his back as I held a large piece of flannel and sure enough, there was a decently sized tear in his shirt. “Ah what the fuck." Wait he's getting up don't let him get away!

“Hey not my pants too!" *RIIIP* “... I guess that's what I get for going commando." The deer sighed again. Before I could get a look his torn flannel shirt was off and already wrapped around his waist.

“Sooo we're even now." The second lunge was an overreaction I'll admit it.

Denis sighed again and swiped my hat from my head then put it against his crotch as he fastened the plaid loincloth. “There, I stole something you're wearing, now we're even."

I rubbed my naked head, running my fingers through my head fur. “Y-yeah, guess I'm completely nude now." Not like that hat was doing much

“You still got those thigh straps."

“Ah, that I do, they help without pockets."

“Well I could use an extra one now, I only had one pair of shorts for this whole trip."

“Wait seriously, dude you pack light."

“I had to make room for camera equipment."

“Well, wanna spend another day together. Especially now that you're an official member of the nude club." I'm trying too hard, aren't I?

“Sure, I'm keeping this loincloth on though."

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“Hey um, I would like to have sex with you some time, like that's something I want to do before I leave." why'd I bring that up, we were having fun again. Maybe its because you really want to burry that hatchet from five days ago, or maybe this deer's just really fucking hot I don't know.

“Lets get a few more photos, there's some fauna I want to show you."

“But this is a good spot." A small clearing surrounded by trees but with a nice circular clearing where the sun would shine through.

“We'll come back later Jude."

“Come on let's do it now!" And like a small child I snatched away his flannel and held it above my head. I'm really on a roll with these involuntary actions today.

“Jude!" Denis looked really hot, bending over and covering his crotch somewhat, snarling at me in that not very threatening way that deer's do. He used his other hand to reach for the loin cloth and I just played keep away with him.

“Come ooon show me." I locked my eyes on his covered crotch while cupping my balls with my free hand.

“Enough man, it's not going to fit in you without a lot of lube so why're you."

“We could do hand stuff, like with that fox and cougar." God, that was the real turning point huh.

Denis snorted a little and just stood up, the shame all over his face from earlier whipping away into quiet dignity as he removed his hand and bared everything toward me. A wide cock already five inches half erect hung out of his sheath, accentuated by luscious orbs hanging low enough to let me get glimpses even when he was wearing the loincloth. “So, what am I Out of 10."

“Like a fucking 9," I said tongue probably lolling out of my mouth as I was stupefied by his looks.

“Yeah, I'd believe it. You're fucking leaking already." I knew I was erect but didn't check to see how erect until he pointed it out. As the cock got closer and closer, I had something else to worry about, until it was nearly touching my stomach inches above my own member, I was prepared for anything. Except for Denis snatching the makeshift loincloth away.

I can't let him cover up yet, no I need to. My instincts took hold again, and I lunged for the only thing around his waist left to grab.

“Ahhh-" The deer moaned out, dropping the flannel loincloth fluttered to the ground as I wrapped one hand around his cock.

“You sneaky little little…ahh- “Yeah my light strokes are really doing something for him.

“I told you I want this." and I was willing to do just about anything to get it.

“Unf, fine, you've broken me." And that's when my composure was assaulted by an intense wave of pleasure, as my own cock felt the grip of a large and briefly familiar hand engulfing it.

“Hand stuff you said."

“Hand stuff yeah."

On cue Denis engulfed my cock head, which only reached half the length of his nine-inch monster, and just squeezed them together for a bit. “Like this?" He asked, giving that smug radio voice face I always imagined he had.

“There was a bit more movement, ohh- oh god like that!" It was just a little movement of the thumb against the head, but fuck was it enough to make me squirm.

“Enjoying yourself?" he asked, that shit eating yet hot as fuck face on him. Meanwhile my face just displayed dumbfounded euphoria with half closed eyes and a completely open mouth.

“Mhm" I managed to struggle out with a nod

That was when his other hand joined the fun as its middle and pointer finger softly pressed against my lips. I got the message. My mouth opened reflexively, and they invaded it, I couldn't tell if my tongue was voluntarily moving or the fingers were forcing it to swish around, all I knew was that they were going to be real slick once they leave.

Denis took them out, a thin trail of saliva connecting my lips to his hand. The deer leaned in close, using his now slick hand to lift my chin up and stare directly at his face. Eye contact was always a problem for me but looking at Denis's perfect hazel orbs and long lovely snout opening up to engulf mine. Well, I wish I could see us kiss from another angle.

We pulled away to catch our breath. Although I was struggling to fill my lungs a bit more than him. “Huff Huff," I panted and moaned as the constant stimulation was sending shivers down my vocal cords.

But before my lungs were full Denis put a hand on my back and pulled me in, smothering my muzzle against his shoulder. “You can bite down if you want, but if it's too much tell me to stop."

Before I could even see what, he was doing I felt his slick hand glide down my back, further and further, it teased the base of my tail, circling around it until it reached just below it until it hit its destination.

“There it is," He announced.

I started to whimper softly as I felt the pressure against my hole increase, smothering my face against the deer some more. But then it stopped, and I just felt a finger circling that sensitive ring.

“You sure you're ok with this?" He asked with earnestness and sincerity that almost betrayed the kinkiness of what he was trying to do.

I just nodded against his shoulder; eyes still shut tight. I wanted this; fuck I wanted this deer to take me anyway he could. I swear if he had something to slick it up I'd be riding all nine inches of that cock by now, but I don't think I can get my muzzle around it, and if I can't do that then my ass is out of the question.

“Ok, just tell me if its too much." Just do it alread--

“AHH!" I clenched my teeth rubbing my eyes against the fur of his shoulder, “I-its fine keep going!" The finger going in a little farther told me he listened.

“Wanna know another fact?" I can't answer that at a time like thi--- oh god he's what he is.

“Duke Duke Duke Duke of Earl Earl Earl" He lightly hummed as his finger pressed against that one spot everyone says is the best thing about anal. He was doing it in rythm too holy shit, if he keeps all of this up, I'm gonna. “Pressing on the prostate to this rhythm is the fastest way to get any guy to squirm." I-I thought he didn't have a lot of experience with guys.

I was a bit too occupied to respond, unless my moans and whispers counted. We both laid down, him on his back on the grass and me on his toned body. I was still pressing my face against his chest and he was still rubbing our cocks while fingering me.

The second finger went in without hesitation, but with a loud whine from me. Make no mistake I was loving every second of this, but god was it intense.

I wasn't going to last much longer after that, and soon the fruits of his effort were now sandwiched between us like very sticky oreo filling.

Denis and I basked in the afterglow with each other's company, me lying on his stomach and looking up at the afternoon sky with him.

“You're a fun little raccoon." He said ruffling his fingers against my head.

“Am I?"

“Well I don't know anyone else who'd show up naked to the first time meeting someone, then manage to strip them naked the second time around.

“Heh, sorry about that."

“It's fine, I just gotta adapt to your lifestyle for the rest of the season."

“Ugh, I don't want to go back to wearing clothes."

"You don't have to. I mean you could move to a colony or just be one in your home town."

“I don't think the city is going to be very accepting of that lifestyle, although, I want to try going outside like this at least once. Just for the thrill."

“Send me the video." He said moving his other hand to my chest, I put my significantly smaller hand over it.

“I don't want to go back." Why'd you say that.

“Again, you don't have to."

“I know, but I can't just leave my life there, I have shit right. That's where my family and school and career are."

“I had all that shit too man. I still come back here even after I graduated."

“I felt happy here, for like the first time in a while I was enjoying myself for more than one day at a time."

“I hate to break it to ya, but that's not normal. It'll wear off eventually. Did for me, but I still find coming back here enjoyable."

“I-I know but--"

“But nothing, you'll come back here again to take a break from your life, and you'll be better for it. Then you'll go back, be happy with what you have and when you start getting tired again, you'll come here, that sounds like a good deal?"

“Yeah... it sounds nice."