My ‘Gay Education’ was now accompanied by my voraciously reading ‘The Joy of Gay Sex’ and watching loads and loads of porn. My cock never seemed to be anything but hard and my old briefs were very crusty with dried out cum loads.
I was also in and out of Johns house, and his bed, quite a lot over the next couple of weeks. My dick often filled Johns arse with cum but I slowly came to the conclusion I was a decided bottom. I loved the way my arsehole was stretched by Johns dick, loved the feeling of his spunk inside me.
The days usually started with coffee in the kitchen and ended with Johns cream in my arse, mine down his throat.
John was a writer so worked a lot at home but even he had deadlines and there were trips for ‘work’ as he put it. Those days left little or no time for ‘my education’. Those were the days I wanked my self senseless, 5 – 6 – 7 times a day!
One morning, when John was away, I decided to go for a run rather then exercise my right hand. I used to do laps around the park before and decided to do some that day.
It was a warm summer that year but this was one of those cooler pleasanter mornings. I threw on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and trainers, setting off mid-morning.
I saw a couple of the guys I knew from school, one doing laps like me.
I’d not long begun running when that desperate urge to piss came over me. Luckily, there was a toilet block in the park.
The place was well hidden by the bushes and trees, off the beaten track. You really had to know it was there. I’d only discovered it by chance – a pretty solid building, dimly lit and sort of...seedy.
I made a dash for them, nearly colliding with a running mate, Tom, who was leaving He was sweating and looking flushed.
“Hard run Tom?”
“Something like that…” and he was off running again – more of a jog now.
As I entered the toilets I saw a guy at the washbasin, slowly washing his hands, glancing in the mirror at me.
He was about the same age as John and also a runner – dressed in his shorts and t-shirt. As I walked past him I couldn’t help but notice a distinct bulge and that ‘scent’ of cum. The scent alone started to arouse my sleeping cock, by the time I got to the urinal, one long trough, I had a severe boner.
I managed to hide the fact from the guy but trying to piss with a hard on was difficult. It jetted out like a fountain but the relief was wonderful. So wonderful I let out a sort of sigh.
At that moment the guy at the washbasin turned slowly and walked across to the trough, pulling the front of his shorts down as if to relieve himself too. I glanced across at him, as you do, and smiled. I cast my eyes downwards and was greeted by the sight of a full erect cock – the foreskin pulled back over the blood red head. I averted my eyes quickly but not before he saw me, and my cock giving a twitch.
I’d finished peeing and knew I should just pull up my shorts front and exit. I heard that unmistakeable sound of hand sliding up and down hard slippery cock. A murmured “Mmm” echoed around the toilets. I looked again and the guy had stood back a bit and was now openly wanking himself.
I couldn’t help but start wanking myself too, watching him and his rather sturdy looking cock as he pleasured himself. He turned slightly towards me, exposing more of his crotch and his bushy pubes, a trail leading up under the t-shirt.
I softly moaned as I saw it – far thicker than John or Sam and longer than both. My own cock seemed to get harder and definitely wetter with pre-cum: I turned to show him mine, slowly edging the shorts down further until they rested on my thighs. He did the same.
He edged along the trough towards me as I moved closer to him. We stood looking at each others juicy looking dicks. His hand reached over, moved mine out of the way, and took hold of my throbber. I groaned out loud.
“Nice piece of meat you've got on you boy” he said.
“Not as good as yours! Fuck that's one thick prick mate” I uttered. I let my hand rub over his knobend, smearing it with his pre-cum. He shivered uncontrollably.
“Fuck that's nice, better than the last lad. Fuck that's..oh...good” he stuttered.
I did as I had with John and Sam, rubbed the tip, stroked the shaft. I smeared my fingertips with the pre-cum, licked and sucked them clean.
“Fuck that's tasty...sweet”. I couldn’t hold back and bent over and licked the tip, lapping the drool of pre now coming from the enlarged slit. I looked up at him, smiled and then slid my lips around it. He shook.
“Fuck! You are fuckin good boy… Suck my dick! Oh...ffffuuuuck”
His hand went to the back of my head, forcing me down on him. I struggled – the thick shaft stretching my mouth and throat. I gagged on it, saliva running down it.
As I broke for air I gasped “What a fucking awesome piece of meat… Never had one that big…” Then I went back down on him. He was, by now, fucking my mouth and throat. I could feel every throbbing vein, every convulsion of his knobend.
“Watch it mate you'll have me cummin way too soon!” he grunted as he thrust his cock deep in my mouth. With that he pulled his cock out, hitched up his shorts and waddled towards one of the cubicles. “Come on mate…” he said. I followed.
He’d made for the cubicle for the disabled – larger, room for two or more. As soon as I got through it, the door was shut and bolted. With one swift movement his t-shirt was off, another and his shorts were off. He just stood there naked and hard. Excited as I was, I tore my own clothes off and I heard him give a long deep sigh
His hand reached round the back of my neck, pulling me to him, our mouths and pricks colliding. His tongue forced its way through and I tasted….cum! His other hand was on my arse-cheeks feeling in between them, dipping into my crack.
“Love a hairy arse” he moaned as he slowly turned me around. “Hands on the door” he ordered as he edged my legs apart. “Point that arse at me…” I arched to give him the fullest of views. “Perfect!”
I heard him get on his knees, his hands on my arse cheeks, pulling them apart. Then I felt his warm breath on my hole and his tongue poking at my cunt. His thumbs pulled my cunt open, his tongue diving in – eating me out.
“Shit that's fuckin good mate, eat my fucking cunt..eat it fuckin all” I groaned. He licked, sucked, nibbled on the puffing lips of my arse. “Eat me you fucker! Eat me…”
“You’ve got a fuckin tasty cunt boy! Very tasty!” he muttered between lashing my hole with his tongue. My legs were quivering, my hole opening, dilating for him. The urge to be fucked growing with every lick.
He stood, slapped my arse and I felt his prick rubbing up and down my crack.
“Want this big cock in you do you? Your first real cock! Fucked into your tight little boicunt! Dirty little boy, dirty faggot.”
I braced myself knowing he wasn't going to be gentle.
I was right. His knobend jabbed at my dilating hole – trying to open up for him. The jab was hard, insistent, my hole not quick enough to open. A hard thrust.
“Oh fuck” I screamed out.
“Shut the fuck up!” he commanded as he pile drove his shaft into me, his hand clasped over my mouth to silence me. His other arm wrapped across my chest as he carried on his relentless entry. My channel was being ravished by the invader – stretched to its limits. The pain excruciating!
“Stop! Stop!” I mumbled into his hand.
“Fuck Off! You wanted it, you’ve got it, fuckin take it”
He slammed his prick into me over and over. Then the pain stopped! My cunt was open to him, welcoming even. It sucked up his tool into me. “Stop” changed to “Fuck me”. I soo wanted him now, wanted his spunk.
My assailant must have felt the change in me, took his hand off my mouth. “Liking it now aren't you boy?”
“Oh yes sir! Fuck me, give me your spunk! Breed me deep you fucker!” I garbled as he continued to pound away at me. The door rattled with every thrust of his member.
“Good little cuntboi! You want daddy's spunk up you then? Deep up your little boicunt? Well you’re gonna get it..” There was a grunt and one massive deep thrust up me – the deepest he’d gone. I felt his cock swell, convulsing as he shot his load in me.
“Shit you've got one juicy arse now boy! Ready for the next!”
He ripped his prick out of me, my puffy arse-lips smacking closed, only a few drops of his semen dripping to the floor. I sat down on the loo, exhausted, as he dressed, opened the door and left.
I sat there breathless thinking about what had just happened. I’d been fucked up the arse and bred by a complete stranger -in a public toilet at that. He’d called me a ‘faggot’, a ‘boy’. I felt like a slut.
I finally dressed and exited the cubicle. I could see another man at the trough, alongside another lad. I hurried out the door.
As I left the block I walked straight into Tom, my school mate. He looked at me and smiled “Hard run for you too?” he said knowingly.
“Yeah, stretched myself a bit..”
“Ah the big guy then? Rough?”
I was both surprised and delighted to find that Tom was of the ‘same persuasion’. “A bit rougher than I’m used to”. Toms eyes widened “your used to? You been fucked before then?” he said in awe. I looked at him and nonchalantly said “Yeah.. a few”. “Wow! Ain’t fucked yet – always blowies in the loos or up in the woods over there” He waved towards some trees and I took note that it must be another place to ‘visit’.
I’d been looking Tom up and down – fit runners body, tousled brown hair – matted with sweat and, with what looked like, traces of spunk. He had a cute bubble butt and the bulge in his shorts looked impressive. “Well you should have no problems” I said, nodding down at what was obviously a swelling cock.
He seemed to turn even redder at my compliment. “Tried it on with that Sandra. You know the one?” “We all know about Sandra” I joked. “Yeah, gives it out to anyone!” Tom laughed.
“We were snogging away, me feeling up her tits – as you do – and then got up her skirt and into her panties. God! She was wet! Got a couple of fingers in her, she was begging for it mate. Me hard as fuck, her sopping wet – couldn’t hold back. Lifted here skirt, whipped off her knickers. Tight looking cunt on her but had obviously been fucked recently – cum on her thatch.”
“Bloody hell Tom! Bet that got you ready..”
“To be honest Andy, it was OK but I wasn't at all sure… Oh yeah I wanted to fuck alright by the sight of her pussy sort of put me off a bit. But then she was there, I was horny and it was offered on a plate. I pulled my shorts off, started to wank a bit – getting ready. She took one look – “You ain't putting that in me!” she screamed. Never seen her move so fast.”
“Fuck Tom what a bitch! Why the comment?” I asked intrigued.
He looked around making sure no one was around and then flipped his shorts down.
“Jesus!” Tom wasn’t very thick – slender some would say – but he made up for it in length. He was sporting a good 9” dick, maybe more.
“See, even you think its gross”
“No way Tom! That's amazing! Biggest I’ve seen...or taken, but I’d give it a go” I laughed.
Tom looked at me – questioningly.
“In fact I’d love to try..” I reached over and stroked it. “Beautiful.. Doing anything now?” I winked.
“Damn! Got to meet my mom – otherwise…”
“Latter?”
“Oh Yes! Woods? 5’ish?”
“To start with…” I knew John would be interested in Tom too.
Another quick stroke of his cock “I’ll be waiting, ready” I grinned “Go meet your mom, think of latter!”
“5 then” he said panting with lust. He turned and started jogging off, looking back at me grinning calling out “5!”
I looked at my watch – 11:30, over 5 hours to wait and my dick and arse had still got that need for attention.
I decided to go for a look around the woods – you never know what might be around…
The woods were on the slopes of the park and I jogged up the main path towards the top of one of the ‘hills, the bushes getting quite dense but with odd gaps in them. At the top the path opened out on to a big clearing It was surrounded by bushes and undergrowth, a couple of fallen trees off to one side.
The sun was now beating down on me and I stripped off my t-shirt, resting on one of the logs. Automatically I started playing with my nipples. I’d learnt quickly that these were very sensitive and gave me real excitement. Soon my cock was rock hard, weeping pre-cum.
I looked around, no one there, shorts down and a slow wank. I needed relief! Eyes closed, my brain conjured up images of Tom fucking John and then me. I didn’t see, or hear, the man that had entered the clearing until I heard a murmured “Having fun?”
My eyes shot open. Blinded by the sun, I made out the outline of what looked like a man about my height, slim, dressed in shorts and bare chested. I made a grab for my shorts to pull them up, stammering “Sorry…”.
“No need for sorry mate, come up here myself for the same thing…” He then sat on the log next to me, easing down his shorts. “Love getting me dick out, give it an airing and a workout!” he said as he started to stroke his cock.
I looked over and saw a cock about 6” uncut, a big pair of nuts and he was completely shaved.
I let my eyes wander and saw he was also bare chested – strangely a very hairy chest – blondish hair. He was about late 30’s I guessed. He looked sort of sexy.
“Nice dick you’ve got mate. Bet that gets a bit of use, get nice and deep up a cunt”
I wasn’t sure which type of ‘cunt’ he meant – a female pussy or a male arse-cunt. I decided to play it safe “Lots of wanking not a lot of fucking”. “Pity mate, you like fucking then?”. By now I reckoned he was referring to arse and tried my luck “Told I’m a good top….”. I waited for the rejection and slapping I reckoned I’d get.
“Fuck raw then?” Bingo!
“Love it, and the breeding..”
“I need a good fucking mate, boyfriend not giving out. Think my arse is gonna seal up” he laughed.
All this openness had got me braver, more blatant.
I pulled my shorts back down, my cock slapping against me “That help?” I smirked
“Fuckin hell mate – too right it would!” He lent over and started to suck my knobend. “Tasty prick too…” he mumbled while getting his shorts fully off. “Open up my cunt nicely!”
He slobbered all over my cock, spat on it, then wiped some across his own crack – fingering some in. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
He straddled me facing me, his hands on my shoulders and rubbing my knobend over his hole. No slow descent, straight down! He let out a yell “Fuckin hell mate that feels fucking good”. I was certain anybody around would have heard him.
What followed was a frenzied fuck – him riding me hard, me thrusting hard up. “Fuck my dirty cunt! Fuck me like a bleedin whore! Shag me mate, fuckin shag me!” he cried out and shag him I did.
Suddenly his body went rigid and he let out a long deep groan – flinging a jet of spunk across me. His cunt clenched around my prick as he shot his load – rope after rope of thick spunk until it just dribbled out, his cock going soft.
Just as quickly as he’d straddled me, he lifted himself off, wiped the access of spunk on his t-shirt, pulled on his shorts and said “Thanks mate – needed that. See you again”. He was off!
I hadn’t even cum
I sat there, cock still hard, trying to process what had just happened, what had happened that morning. I’d been hard fucked in the toilets, made a date and just shagged a guy – with no idea who he was or anything. Both my cock and arse were sensitive but I was still horny……
The ‘discovery’ of gay sex had certainly aroused a lust in me, a craving, a need. Was I normal? I didn’t care – my arse and cock were begging me for more.
I got off the tree and started to go on a wander – not even bothering to put my shorts back on.
I took some of the side trails, going deeper and deeper into the woods and bushes. I’d gone about 100 metres when I heard a high pitched yelp and a grunting! I guessed – Sex!
I crept forward in the direction of the noises – indistinct voices, yelps and grunts.
I came across a gap in the bushes and peered in.
The scene before my eyes was both hot and horny – having the usual stiffening effect on my dick.
There were a group of guys – ranging from ones in their 20’s through to older ones in their 60’s – all naked from the waist down, each stroking their hard cocks. One of them I recognised – the guy who had given a rough fucking in the cubicle.
On the ground there was a sheet. In the middle of this there was a lad about my age, slim, a dusting of brown hair on his body. His legs were spread and between them a hairy arse pumping up and down fucking him. He was alternating between yelps and sighs as the man covered him. Suddenly there was a bellow from the fucker and that tell tale final hard thrust.
Their were cries of “Breed him”, “Breed the little slut!” from the men gathered round. “I’m fuckin cummin lad! Another load for you slut!” the man bellowed. There was a whimpered “Thank you Sir” form the lad as he took the spunk.
“First fuck of the day and he's now nice and loose. Well lubed too” the fucker laughed as he pulled out and stood up. “Well loose” I thought as I looked down at his softening cock. I saw droplets of spunk falling from what looked like a baby's arm he was so thick.
He wiped the excess cum off with a crusty towel, grabbed his trackies to slide into, announcing “He’s a good fuck lads, have fun”. With that he departed the bushes, sliding past me and grabbing my cock “Give him one from me mate” he grinned.
I edged my way into the clearing, watching as a lad about 20 lay between the open legs, guiding his dick into the lads open hole. The lad was a lot less girthy than the first and slipped in with a moan “Fuck that's nice”. I looked up at the receivers face. “Bloody Hell!” I thought.
There, stretched out, was a lad I knew from school. Simon was a year ahead of me so he must now be 19 but looked younger. I had a bit of a crush on him but never thought he was ‘like that’. A bit nerdy but sporty with it – a sprinter on the athletics team.
His long runners legs were now wrapped around the young guy, his eyes closed in pleasure as he begged the lad to “Fuck me”. The lad must have been wanking too long – a couple of strokes and the back arched and Simon received a second load.
The lad seemed a bit embarrassed as he got off Simon, made a grab for his shorts and almost ran from the bushes.
“Next”
There was no shortages of “Next's” as each of the guys in the group fed Simon their cocks and their loads. There were vigorous younger lads, powerful older men, one or two first timers from what I could tell. Simon took, and coped, with all of them.
The crowd thinned out and there was just one other lad (I reckoned my age), myself and Simon left.
I sort of recognised the other lad. Then I remembered seeing him going in and out of the toilets earlier – never stating long enough for anything to have happened. He was slightly built – slim and not too tall – but what he lacked in the body department he more than made up for in the cock area. He had a perfectly formed 7” uncut cock embedded in a thick, curly bush of pubic hair.
The lad was very hard – what you would call ‘painfully hard’ – and looked nervous but lustful.
I looked at him then nodded down at Simon “Wanna fuck then? Me being the last..”
The lad flushed bright red and his knob gave a jerk, willing and eager. “Yeah…” he said hesitantly and got on his knees between Simons parted thighs. He looked nervous. “Ever fuck before?” I queried. He looked at me, even redder than before, “No” he said softly.
“No problem, I’d never fucked until yesterday” I said to reassure him. “Once you start it sort of comes naturally”.
“Really?”
“Yes, trust me….I’ll help…”
Simon, even though fucked over and over, was still eager – more so with the idea of being the lads first fuck. He crooked his legs, akimbo, feet firmly planted on the floor, raising his arse and showing his weeping cunt to the lad.
The lad lay between Simons legs – as he had seen the other guys do – and pushed his dick towards Simons hole. The poor lad missed and slid right over the hole – coating his dick in the leaking spunk.
He tried again – same result.
He looked so embarrassed.
“Here” I said, reaching for his slimy cock – guiding him towards its goal. I placed the head on Simons puckering hole. “Just push, gentle like” I encouraged.
He edged forward and his cockhead popped inside. “Oh fuck…” he muttered.
Simon seemed to suck the lad into him as inch by inch the rampant dick disappeared. “Jesus! That's one wonderful cock!” he gasped “Feels fucking ….great” he sighed as he folded is legs around the lad.
The lad did not last long! Five, maybe six strokes, and there was a guttural growl from him. He tensed and jerked as he unloaded his young sperm inside of Simon. Unlike all the other guys, the lad rolled off Simon and just lay there, marvelling at the intensity of the orgasm he had while fucking. He was panting for breath and repeating over and over “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, awesome!”
As I lay on the other side of Simon, I let my hand trace a path down across his chest, belly and balls – carefully avoiding his cock. My fingers worked Simons taint as he stretched his legs wider, moaning at every touch. Finally I got to his hole, his leaking hole.
“That feels well seeded Simon…” “I reckon I’ve taken 11 loads this morning” Simon confirmed. “Soon to be 12…” “The only ‘known’ load then” he grinned “No idea who the rest were”. “11?! Fuck! I haven’t taken that many in all my life..”
The thought of taking 11 or 12 loads up my arse was seriously turning me on – “one for the future” I thought as I slid my fingers into his squelchy arsehole. “Shit Simon, you are soo wet and open down there mate, you wont even notice my prick in you” I laughed. “Try me!” was his only response.
I slipped between his legs “Missionary for you mate!” I smiled gleefully. He threw his legs back “Fuck me then”. There was no need to go slowly with the state Simon was in – the head easily entering. “Oh god!” he squealed “I can certainly...oh fuck..feel that prick…”. I grinned down at him as I gripped his hands in mine and started my rhythmic fucking of him.
“Oh fuck e Andy, that feels fuckin great” he panted as my shaft was swallowed by his anal canal. This was different to John – slicker, wetter, Simons muscles contracting around me. I leant down and kissed him, his mouth opening, devouring my tongue. “Fuck Andy, you are the best today” he gasped as he gripped me with his hole. “Your the best fuck I’ve had” I lied, imaging it was John beneath me.
Simon was an expert as a ‘bottom’ – using all the muscles to ripple along my shafting cock, clenching the opening around it, milking me. Every thrust was met by waves of lust sweeping through both of our bodies as we climbed the peak to orgasm.
The lad, now recovered, was alternately kissing Simon and myself, stroking his cock and murmuring “You two are fuckin hot guys”. My mind wandered back to Sam, John and I fucking and my dick developed a new hardness – I knew what that meant. “I’m gonna cum Simon” “Fuckin cum Andy, fucking cum” His legs wrapped round me, ankles locked on my arse as my balls boiled over and shot their loads into Simons arse. As I fucked Simon to his orgasm I felt the wet splash of the lads spunk landing on my back and buttocks.
Simon bellowed out “Oh yes!” as his body shook with orgasm ans his own cock first dribbled, then shot copious amounts of thick creamy spunk all over us. “Bloody Hell Simon! One massive load I gasped. “First of the day” he managed to get out as he kept shooting.
I pulled out letting the last rope of cum splash on Simon. The lad was straight to it, lapping up the combined mixture, swirling it in his mouth. Somehow we ended up in a three-way kiss, passing the spunk mix one to another, finally sliding down our throats. The lad licked his lips appreciatively “Like honey…” he mumbled.
As we lay in the post-orgasmic glow we learnt the lad was called Josh, “new to this” as he put it. I didn’t mention that I was too but Simon admitted this was his first ‘group’ fuck “And I’ll be back” he laughed. “Mind if I join you? Josh asked hesitantly. “Of course not! You too if you fancy Andy”. “I’ll have to think about it…” my thoughts going back to John…..
I pulled my trackies back on and eased my way though the gap in the bushes, leaving Josh and Simon engaged in making arrangements and, what looked like, preparation for a long afternoon.
As I wandered back down the tracks to the park I saw other lads, guys, men on the pathways or in alcoves of bushes. They seemed to range from Van Drivers to Builders to Businessmen. The pace seemed to be a ‘hot bed’ of cruising males – intent on one thing, sex. One or two smiled at me, winked, stroked their crotches as a signal. In all cases I just strolled on.
Suddenly I stopped with a jolt. Ahead of me, just walking into a clump of bushes was Sam, Johns topper, my teacher. He certainly looked hot in is running shorts and singlet. My cock gave an involuntary twitch. Even though my arsehole had been hard used earlier, it too gave a twitch – a lust for filling again.
“Should I? Could I?” Sam's cock was not an average one – not the usual 6”. When I saw him fucking John I had thought “That must hurt!” He was at least 8”, looking bigger with his foreskin pulled right back. A wave of guilt swept over me. Here I was considering taking Sam's cock – both of us sort of cheating on John. Thinking over what I had already done that morning – the guilt disappeared and I walked confidently towards the bushy clump.
Sam was stood off to one side, partially in shadow, but I could see his singlet was off, his shorts around his thighs and his cock being pleasured by his hand. He heard the crush of the leaves under my feet and looked straight at me – a broad grin on his face.
“Andy! Didn't know you came to this sort of place…” he joked, continuing to stroke his prodigious dick. “Didn't know you did either but its my first ‘outing’” I giggled. “Having fun” he stroked. “A bit…”. I walked over to him, moving his hand away from his girthy shaft “And it just get better….” “Oh fuck Andy….”
I edged his shorts right down and, as he stepped out of them, I lowered my trackies – my boner springing out at him. Sam's stare was fixed on my cock “Oh jesus…” He was instantly on his knees taking me deep into his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic. “Fuck, you do have a gorgeous cock Andy” he slurped and salivated over me. “Lets see your arse too..” he said, turning me around and parting my cheeks.
“Good enough to eat..” and eat he did. His tongue was soon lapping over my hole, running it from the top to the bottom of my crack. He stopped on my hole, licking the puckering lips, and I felt the tip of it poking at me. “Oh shit Sam…” I moaned as he really went to work on it, my legs quivering, my body in convulsions. How I loved being rimmed.
The craving to be fucked was stirring in me but I almost felt guilty at the prospect. It was somehow OK to be fucked by the stranger in the toilets, even fucking Simon in the clearing but was I was seriously contemplating being fucked by Johns ‘friend’?. The tongue probing at me was driving me crazy – I needed to be fucked by Sam.
“Fuck me Sam” I garbled “Not a word to John though...please...Oh fuck me…”
Sam laughed. “Not a word Andy – just give me your arse anytime I want it”. “Should I? Shouldn't I?” screamed through my brain as Sam kept probing my hole. My arse was begging to take him but my mind was in turmoil over the cheating on John with Sam. Eventually I had no choice in the matter.
Sam stood rapidly and I felt the cockhead on my hole. Before I could decide Yes or No, a man stepped through the gap in the bushes. It was one of the Park Rangers. Dressed like a policeman I was scared as hell. My cock softened instantly, I made a frantic grab for my trackies and ran past him, escaping. I ran, butt naked, down the path and dived into some other bushes – thankfully deserted – and rapidly dressed. That was the end of my day in the woods.
