The Great Outdoorsman
A place where male outdoor nudity is worshipped, celebrated and ogled.
In Your Own Shadow
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naked by a stream
Outdoor sex is common for fathers and sons who have little privacy. No one questions a dad taking his son fishing, hunting or camping. Many camp grounds are makeshift father son love communities where purposeful breeding is the nightly activity.
Pastor Franklin was a surrogate father to me, mine having passed away in a car accident when I was 5. Pastor Franklin was my little league coach, my scout master, taught me how to tie a tie and when I was 13, he told me all about the bird and the bees. The problem was, by that time, I knew I wanted to do “birds and bees” things with him. He was pretty much all I could think about. I think some of my questions may have tipped my hand because over the next two years, Pastor Franklin treated me differently than he did the other boys - he joked less and rough-housed more - and I did notice that we were alone more often (of course, that could have been me just paying special attention to those just-him-and-me moments)
When he asked me to come over the weekend his wife and daughters were out of town to watch the college football games on his new big-screen TV, I didn’t think anything unusual about it. I walked to the side of the house because the front porch was being worked on and was stunned speechless when Pastor Franklin answered the door totally – gloriously – naked. I immediately got hard seeing his manly body and the cock I had fantasized about for years.
“Hey, Tim. Come in, I was just about to step into the shower.”
“Uh, uhm, er, okay, Pastor Franklin,” I managed to stammer, not even hiding the fact that I was staring at his cock.
At that, he stepped up to me and leaned in, his mouth scant millimeters from my ears, “When we’re alone like this, son, you can call me Daddy. I think we’d both like that, wouldn’t we?”
There are times (mostly all the time) where I could go to a church like this
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