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 Chapter 15

   Frank and Woodstock

   Frank had only been at Carter Court six months.  A recent triple heart
by-pass necessitated this move, a move that was a little upsetting to a
person who had lived a full life.  A full life!  What did that mean?  To
Frank, it meant a life in which the entire family was engaged in a nudist
way of life.  He grew up in nudism, his father, mother, two brothers and
two sisters being involved in the naturist philosophy as far back as he can
remember.  So being naked was nothing new.  In fact, it was something he
relished and enjoyed.  He grew up feeling the warmth of his father and
mother's naked bodies pressed close to him.  He witnessed erections on the
part of his father and brothers that were taken as a matter of course. 
There were the normal erections of mornings.  There were the involuntary
ones.  There were also the ones of arousal.  Frank, too, had been part of
the Woodstock generation.  In 1969, when the crowd descended on Bethel, New
York, Frank, then 38, was among that pace setting crowd.

   Now, at age 67, nostalgia for those days overtook him and he decided,
one day, to drive to Bethel in an attempt to recapture the feelings and
emotions of those days.  It was a 6 hour drive from Ohio, but Frank took it
easy, driven by the desire to recoup the spontaneity of those days.  In
those days, he had gone with two of his friends, Paul and Bryce.  As one
writer put it, "Woodstock '69: Three days of peace, love, and music that
changed the world." All of this fit into the philosophy of family in which
he was reared.  Woodstock represented, among other things, a time of
experimentation, experimentation in lifestyles, radical politics, drugs,
and communal living.  Now he was alone, reliving those moments that still
evoked vivid emotions and feelings.

   He arrived at the farm on which those three days played out.  He drove
slowly down that country road, stopping here and there, finally pulling off
at a cattle crossing.  The scene was idyllic now.  The smells of freshly
mown hay permeated the air.  A lone tractor trudged along a rise on which
stood the stage of those memorable days.  The fence was open, so Frank
entered.  He tried hard to envision the scene and the spot on which he and
his friends stood, slept, and loved.  There was a lot of that.  He
wondered, too, where the women of that loving had gone or were.

   Lost in this reverie, he was startled by the sound of the approaching
tractor.  On it sat an old farmer, graying, portly, and ruddy in
complexion. Under the bib overalls, at the chest, a dense profusion of gray
showed.  Since the buttons on the sides were open, Frank could see a belly
covered with gray hair and sweat.  A huge bulge in the crotch met his eye
as well.  The farmer was naked under the bib overalls, an aspect Frank
would notice better than most people.  His gnarled hands gripped the wheel
of the tractor and gave witness to a life of hard work.  But the voice was
gentle and tender.  "Coming back for a visit after all these years?" he
asked.  Frank smiled in wonderment at the question.  "Yes," he replied,
"but how did you know?" "They all come back," the farmer added.  "Weekly,
we get 'em coming and roaming the fields.  Feel free to do the same." There
was a twinkle in his eye as he said that.  His gnarled hands wiped the
sweat from his brow and he pointed to a stand of trees on the rise. 
"Wander up thataway.  It's cool up there and you can sit quietly in the
shade of the trees and reminisce to your heart's content." A twinge of lust
flashed through Frank's mind.  "I think I'll take you up on the roaming
idea, Frank responded.  "Maybe, later, when your work slows down, you can
join me in that reverie." The farmer smiled knowingly and said, "I might
take you up on that" and drove off into the field.

   Frank headed up the incline to the stand of trees on the horizon. 
Truly, it was cool and the view was magnificent.  He found a spot covered
with soft pine needles, back far enough so that he couldn't be seen from
the road, but from which he could enjoy the scenery.  The twinge of lust
came back.  The sense of freedom that came from being nude in the outdoors
came back to him and he proceeded to take off his shoes, socks, pants,
underwear and shirt.  He stood naked under the sky, breathing deeply the
freshness of the countryside.  Partial sunlight filtering through the trees
speckled his body with luminous gold and accented the gray hairs on his
head, chest and pubic area.  He walked barefooted on the soft pine matted
ground, enjoying the soft and sensual texture of the pine on his feet, as
well as the free movement of his cock and balls in the summer air.  The
aroma of pine wafted through the air compounding the sensuousness of the
moment.

   He lay back on his pine bed using his pants and shoes as a pillow and
closed his eyes to recall the days of '69 when love dominated the scene
before him.  It was everywhere.  He recalled Janie, a girl that he met,
standing naked with him, their bodies wrapped only in an old army blanket.
He remembered his cock in her warm cunt as they stood amid the throng
surrounding him.  He remembered the slow, rocking motion of fucking that
went on for hours, a motion that went almost unnoticed by the bodies
surrounding them, a fucking in which the cock stood still in Janie's cunt,
each enjoying that presence in untold ways; she, because she enjoyed the
quiet presence of his cock while her vaginal muscles worked their wonders
on her and him; he, because his hard and rigid cock pulsed under Janie's
manipulation of his cockhead.  And as this reverie continued, Frank was
suddenly aware that his cock stood hard before him as he lay on that forest
floor.  He took it in his hand and felt the lust surge in his loins.  He
stroked it slowly, gently, tenderly, at the same time massaging his
breasts, his belly, his balls, his groin.  The thought came to him suddenly
that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, more beautiful than making love
to yourself in the wide-open spaces of nature.  His hand moved lovingly
over his cock.  The head moved in and out of his loose foreskin, dipping in
the precum juices that were abundant in their outpouring.  The wetness
added to the stimulation as Frank's hand massaged the head with the
soothing balm of his own juice.  Suddenly, in the midst of this quiet and
peaceful reverie, Frank realized he had an onlooker.  It was the old
farmer. He stood over him, rubbing the large bulge inside his bib overalls.
They said nothing but each felt the lust emanating from each other.  The
farmer stepped out of his untied shoes, barefooted, and with one movement
dropped his bib overalls to the ground, revealing a huge, bulbous cock,
throbbing in excitement, dripping in lust.  The gray hair on his chest and
portly belly, shone brightly in the partial sunlight as he knelt over
Frank's face and inserted his 10 inch wet cock into Frank's mouth.  Frank's
hands reached up to massage his hot sweaty chest and belly as the old
farmer moved his cock slowly in and out of Frank's hot mouth.  Frank's
finger found the old farmer's asshole as he fucked Frank's mouth and
pressed it deep into the sphincter to massage his prostate.  Neither had
yet spoken.  But at this juncture, the old farmer uttered a moan of
delight. This went on for a half hour or so, slowing down to stall the
climax, moving rhythmically to increase the climax.  Frank's nine-inch cock
stood hard and rigid in this slow mouth fuck.  At the same time, the old
farmer's ass moved back far enough in his in-and-out fuck of Frank's mouth
to touch Frank's dick.  Forestalling a climax, the old farmer backed his
hard cock from Frank's mouth and moved to where he could sit on Frank's hot
and wet cock.  It slid in the farmer's asshole easily and the farmer
uttered another sigh of delight.  He bent down to kiss Frank's mouth, eyes,
brow, and neck as Frank's rigid cock rode deeply into the old man's
asshole. The farmer abetted this penetration by moving his ass in and out
and sideways to feel the fullness of Frank's cock in his asshole and on his
prostate.  The heat and sweat of the moment heightened this sexual olympiad
and became too much for Frank.  He screamed his orgasm into the hot asshole
of the old farmer.  His load splashed hard on the inside of the old
farmer's asshole and prostate to which the farmer responded with his own
screams.  After taking all of Frank's juices, milking him dry, he rose up
over Frank, grasped his huge, hard 10-inch cock, and exploded in Frank's
face and open mouth.  A river of cum shot out, splattering Frank's eyes,
nose, mouth, and throat with warm, white cum, after which, the old farmer
lay upon Frank in a kneeling position and ate and tasted the fruit of his
passion as they tenderly kissed and loved.

   The peace was such that Frank dozed.  When he awoke, the farmer was gone
and the reverie complete.  Frank dressed, walked slowly back to the car,
and drove to a motel where he spent the rest of a peaceful night.  Early
the next day, he returned home to Carter Court a renewed man.