We met where the two nature trails converged leading to the single trail that would take us back to where we started. We acknowledged each other and we started walking together. He seemed like an amiable guy with a friendly smile and a lot of energy, although he appeared to be about twice my age. His name was Ned. With his walking stick and stylish hat with colorful bird feathers in its hatband, his tidy rucksack and his cargo shorts that showed off his muscular calves he seemed every bit the professional hiker.

After a few minutes of walking I felt nature's call and told him. He said he too felt the need. We got off the trail and ventured into the woods far enough so we wouldn't be seen from the trail. Ned leaned his walking stick against a tree trunk and then unbuttoned his shorts.

He reached in and remove not only his cock but his balls too. As he dropped them the entire weighty package bounced. Even flaccid he had an impressive manhood, thick and long with a goodly overhang of puckered foreskin. His grey-haired testicles in their low-hanging sac were large and perfectly formed. I watched as Ned retracted that extra skin to reveal a meaty bullet-shaped glans. At the same moment we started to relieve ourselves.

It was odd but at right then I felt a closeness to him, comfortable to be doing what we were doing in that natural environment. To compliment that feeling Ned gently put his arm across my shoulders and I reciprocated by putting my arm around his waist. As we held our cocks we sighed, unfazed as our powerful, pale yellow streams criss-crossed and sparkled in the filtered light.

When done we shook the last drops from our pricks and as we did I felt myself become aroused and saw that Ned was aroused too. We let go of our cocks and watch them quickly grow into full, proud erections.

I'm six inches and Ned had at least an inch on me. The shaft was thick and veiny. His testicles were large and heavy in their stretched grey-haired housing. The dark foreskin now covered most of his beefy glans, leaving his cumhole exposed. 

Ned smiled and nodded his approval as my prick stood at attention gently throbbing in the air invitingly. My delicate foreskin was pulled back to exhibit most of my pink, helmet-shaped cockhead that was already wet with precum.

Ned removed his rucksack and I quickly followed suit. Then we stumbled to remove our shorts and pants, giggling at our ineptitude; lastly our shirts. Now, except for our, boots we were naked...naked and aroused and in need of release.

It was an absolute liberation to be naked in the great outdoors on a summer morning and to be sharing the feeling with Ned. He had a lanky muscular body that suited his long, handsome face. A body that was fit naturally. A body that in some ways put my own skinny frame to shame. But Ned didn't seem to mind.

He took hold of his cock and started to wank himself and I did the same. Of course, I had wanked with other guys my own age during my university years, but those were quick furtive attempts at some kind of connection. This was different. We moved towards each other. Watching each other masturbate himself fueled our bate.

"Can I touch your bollocks?," he asked, his voice as light as the breeze.

"Yes," I said without any hesitation, although I'd never had another man touch my genitals before. 

I let go of my cock and Ned caressed my blond-haired balls. As he did my excited cock jerked in the air and spat a gob of spunk up onto his flat, hairy abdomen.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Ned laughed. "Come closer." 

When I did he surprised me by taking both of our randy pricks into his hand. I can not tell you the electric jolt that travelled through my body at the feel of his hot, veiny cock pulsating against mine. My prick reacted by gushing enough natural lubricant to make our cocks good and slippery.

Time stepped aside as we handled each other's most intimate parts. For the first time to have another man's excited erection in my fist and to feel the heat of it,  the steely hardness of it was an incredible sensation.

I followed his lead, as this was all new to me. Sometimes I would move his thick foreskin back and forth over his beefy knob creating a froth. Sometimes I would fully retract that extra skin and rub my thumb across his vulnerable glans as I stroked his cum-heavy low-hangers.

As I controlled his pleasure he controlled mine, the two of not wanting to cum. The two of us only wanting to be on the edge, so as to experience ourselves with each other naked and outdoors. Two men naturally acing on instinct.

When my balls hugged the root of my prick and ached something awful, although it was a good ache it was difficult to sustain. Ned knew what to do. He leaned towards me. I felt his warm breath on my ear as he said."I want to make you cum, I want to make you cum in my hand."

I nodded my head, nervously excited in anticipation at the thought of climaxing for the first time in another man's fist and spaying my semen, spraying my semen for him.

With Ned's arm across my shoulders and my vulnerable manhood secured in the safety of his experienced hand I took a deep breath. He started slowly, moving the delicate foreskin up and down over the shiny crimson head of my drooling cock. 

As he picked up the tempo a natural rhythm followed. My cock gushed precum over his hairy knuckles. My sweaty balls were beyond swollen  my frustrated and angry cock strained in Ned's hand more than ready to show its mettle.

Then suddenly he stopped. "Squeezed my bollocks," he said. "Go on now, squeeze 'em." I reached for those low-handers and as he cupped his hand under his fully exposed meaty knob he ejaculated a powerful spurt of his essence. "Squeeze 'em again." I did just that and hollow of his hand was filled to overflowing with his seed. The air became infused with its heady scent. 

Immediately he applied his thick, warm spunk to my cock and balls.  Just as immediate was my need to ejaculate. Ned knew just what he was doing. Starting slowly he then advanced to a speed that soon had his hand become a blur on my helpless prick.

I cried out like a wounded animal as I climaxed for the first time in another man's hand and ejaculated a silvery streamer of youthful seed through the filtered sunlight of the woods.

Again and again I spewed spurt after spurt of milky spunk as Ned's knowing hand drained my balls of every drop of their pent up load and left me hyperventilating.

"Take a deep breath," he whispered as his fist, now slow and steady, calmed down my randy cock and thereby myself.

I only then noticed that Ned's cock was dropping the last of his load, thick ropes of spunk, onto the blades of green grass at our feet. He had ejaculated without touching himself, ignoring his own needs whilst attending to mine.

Only when my breathing returned to normal did Ned take his hand off my still excited prick. We looked at each other and tried to contain our laughter. It broke the intensity of what had just happened between us, but didn't dilute the experience.

We quietly got dressed and returned to the trail. We didn't want to say goodbye. So we didn't. We're now friends and sometimes meet to relive our experience and find new ways to pleasure each other. He's also introduced me to like-minded men with whom we meet to share our masturbatory practices and our masculinity. Because there is nothing more masculine than men being naked and aroused, wanking together and wanking each other.