Moonlit night. Too dark to videotape myself in the dark woods. The moon illuminated my partially nude body. My gold shirt was off and lying on the dark ground. No photographs could be taken of myself in the woods. Only the moon was bright enough to photograph. The road where cars might pass was visible dimly from where I stood in the woods so I took off the rest of my clothes: my dungarees and my briefs. I stayed in the half shadows until I had to start doing what I now realized this foiled videotape session had led me to do. I stepped into the full moonlight and held my manhood in my cold fingers. It was not a warm night. I could feel my nipples cold as I touched them. The chill in the air added to the unique moment I was experiencing. The woods beckoned me and I had to be there.
These were the same woods that 10 years earlier had witnessed a passioned interlude with another nude man I had met in another park down the road. At the time it was a sunny afternoon and mid-summer. The semen flowed effortlessly and the other guy wiped my throbbing man root with his flannel shirt and hungrily tasted my redder-than-crimson fruit.
Tonight was different. He was not present. It was only me in the woods after dark. The stars were visible as little light dimmed their natural glow. The chilly evening made it difficult to reach climax, but in no time at all the climax produced its pearly white surprise and I dared not let it fall onto the tell-tale ground. Not knowing what else to do I swallowed it and licked up the residue that lingered on my fingers and my open palm. My moustache was probably lightly coated with the milky sheen, but that would have to wait. As I lingered on this experience and, yes, enjoyed it, I knew that during those 20 minutes I was more synchronized with some of the gnostic Christians of the the first century A.D. and their exotic sexual rituals, than with the traditional Christianity I have known all my lie.. No doubt some of them, though male and female together, went into the woods and offered the result of passion and excitation to the deity of the shining moon.
After I dressed I cautiously searched for the nature path that had led me to that secluded place in the woods and headed for the parking lot area. a quarter of a mile away.
