I met the naked man on my first day on the farm when I glanced out the window and saw him sitting on
I met the naked man on my first day on the farm when I glanced out the window and saw him sitting on a rock by the stream, lazily splashing around.“Oh!” I said, startled. I thought I was the only one around for miles, so I was surprised to see another person – particularly a sexy naked person.“Oh hey,” he said when I went out to greet him. He was about ten feet away and I could see he was mostly hairless, in his early twenties, and tan. “Are you then new guy? The writer?”“I guess so,” I said, confused. “I’m renting the farmhouse for a month to work on a novel. Who are you?”“I’m Kip,” he said. “I’m a pup.”“You’re a … what does that mean?” I said.“Can you help me off this rock?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches. I got a good look at his hairless cock and balls, clearly shorn. His dick was uncut and semi-hard.“What do you need help with?” I said.“Just come here,” he said, blushing a bit, smiling, and looking away. He was so shy.I was never one to refuse when a naked guy asked me over, so I took a wary step into the water. I had flip-flops on, so I didn’t mind getting my feet wet. The water was warm, and the current felt soothing against my hairy feet.“But you’ll get your shoes wet,” the guy said. “You should take them off.”I was about to tell him that was fine, they were just flip-flops, but I changed my mind. I reached down and pulled them off, tossing them up onto the bank. I could feel the pebbles of the stream under my feet now. They were warm too, and I flexed my toes in the water, taking a step toward him.“Watch out for the slippery part!” he said, but it was too late. I lost my footing for a moment and fell forward, catching myself on all fours but splashing chest-first into the water.“Are you okay, boy?” asked the man. It was weird that he called me boy, wasn’t it? Nobody ever did that. Maybe it was okay if that’s what he wanted to call me, though. I looked up at him. I wasn’t hurt, and grinned.“I’ll be okay,” I said, still crouching on all fours in the water. My clothes were drenched and clung to my body, gently cool in the summer sun. “The water’s so warm,” I said. “Do you live close? Come down to swim here a lot?”“I have a kennel up the hill,” he said. From off in the distance I could hear dogs barking. Hadn’t noticed it before. “You’re all wet, though,” he said. “You should get out of your wet clothes!”“I didn’t exactly bring a change,” I told him.He grinned again. “Me neither,” he said. “You don’t need ‘em. There’s no people around.”That was tempting. I sat back in the stream, letting the warm water wash around the shorts I was wearing. They felt heavy and gross to wear while drenched.“Well, there’s at least two people around,” I said. “Me and you.”He laughed. “I don’t count,” he said. “You won’t either.”“What do you mean?” I asked, pulling my wet t-shirt up over my head before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t even mean to take it off. It just felt natural.“I mean I’m a pup,” he said, smiling and splashing a little water at my bare chest. “I like your fur.”I glanced down at my hairy torso. I was usually a little self-conscious about my body. But not now. Not here. Why was I always so nervous about undressing? It felt so good to be wet and warm in the stream. So relaxing and nice. “Thanks,” I said.“Are you furry all over?” he asked, pointing to his dick.Before I could stop, I was unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to show him my crotch. This was crazy – I didn’t even know this guy – but I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want to wear wet clothes, I didn’t want to be uptight.I pushed my shorts and underwear down, throwing them up on the bank with a splat along with my other clothes. Both me and Kip were naked now, sitting there in the stream gazing at each other.“I guess I’m pretty hairy,” I said.“Furry,” he said. “You’re pretty furry.”I smiled, and crawled toward him on all fours. “What’s the difference?” I said.“Men are hairy,” he told me, leaning forward meet me as I approached. “Pups are furry.” I was at him now, and leaning in I nuzzled his face with mine. I was never this forward with men. What was happening? He nuzzled back, and licked my nose and giggled. “You wanna be a pup?” he asked.“Does that mean I get to splash around naked with you in the stream?” I asked.He smiled and blushed again. “If you wanna. We can play all day. You and me and the others.”“The others?” I asked.“The other pups,” he said, and looked over his shoulder. At the top of the hill, I saw about a dozen naked men on all fours watching us, their butts wriggling like wagging tails, and before I could say anything else they started to bound down the hillside toward us.I didn’t get any writing done that month, but it was the best writing retreat I ever had.Get more stories of transformation, power, and control: https://amzn.to/2T9CUZk -- source link