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I often enjoy hiking and exploring wilderness areas (sometimes naturally in the buff) and while I encounter few problems - I occasionally encounter others who also enjoy nature. Often I will hike into the wilderness and camp then explore the area out and around my camp in more detail. When I'm in a new area or area that's new to me, I usually either wear a little something or keep at least the basics handy in a day pack as I hike. Such was the case last summer while enjoying a national forest adventure. Unfortunately, boundaries are not well marked and it is not uncommon to wander onto private property occasionally, most times without even realizing it unless you actually encounter civilization or a landowner. I usually try to avoid traditional trails as more often I prefer to be by myself and not particularly encounter others. I had set up camp well out from more traditional areas and hiked fully a mile or two from the forest service road where I left my jeep. This was a super area and I was well into my second day enjoying this wonderful natural space naturally of course! I decided to do some seriously exploring, so I packed a little day pack and because the area had quite a bit of thick underbrush - I decided upon shorts and a tee-shirt just so I didn't get scratched up badly. I could always strip if it got hot. I was camped near a small stream and decided to follow it a ways south. Streams are particularly handy as navigation aids, though I took a couple of compass readings to make sure I could find my way back to camp. I was maybe an hour into my hike when I encountered a fence. Not usually a good sign in the wilderness so I was suspicious I might have wandered onto private property. I decided to avoid the fenced area as I prefer not to trespass without permission. As I turned away to choose a different course I heard a movement in the brush. Two men emerged from the brush and seemed surprised to see me. Immediately I noticed that they were carrying rifles. The older of the two men said: "Hey hold up there fella!" I froze in my tracks as they approached. By their ages, they could have easily been a father and adult son. While they didn't look too menacing - they did have those guns which always makes me wary. As soon as we were standing a few yards apart the older man spoke again saying: "What are you doing out here?" I explained that I was camped maybe an hour away (in the national forest) and was simply exploring the wilderness. The older man spoke again and said: "Well you are in my wilderness now!" And went on to say that they didn't take too kindly to trespassers. I told him I was sorry to be trespassing and that I had already decided to avoid the fence. Until then I really thought I was still in the national forest. I also noted that he had his rifle pointed in my direction, not exactly aimed, but definitely pointed. I definitely felt a bit uneasy. The older of the two seemed to definitely be in charge and told the younger man to check me out. The younger fella stepped forward and I noted a wry smile cross his face as he moved behind me and began to slip my day pack from around and off my shoulders. Needing to break the tension and hoping to make friends, I said: "I guess you can't be too careful about who you might encounter out here! For the first time the younger fella spoke as he was picking through my pack, saying: "Damn straight about that!" Finding nothing more than a bottle of water, a snack and my compass in my pack, the younger fella dropped it to the ground and said: "The pack is clean!" I could only guess they were checking for weapons. The older man told the younger man to check me out. The younger fella then pushed me towards a nearby tree, telling me to put my arms out, and to lean against the tree. I assumed the position and he began to pat me down taking what I thought was particular care to be very thorough through my thin clothing. He particularly detailed my pockets which were empty and I noted he certainly did more than a cursory wander over my crotch! "Seems clean" he said. "Make sure!" the older man said. I looked around glancing at both of them, curious about how much more sure they might need to be. The younger guy, moved quickly to lift my tee-shirt, pausing a moment at my arm pits and then lifted it up over my head, tossing it on the ground with my pack. With that he reached around and carefully unfastened my shorts - taking particular care with the snap and zipper. Needless to say, my shorts dropped to the ground and I was told to step out of them. The air felt cool to my nakedness since I wasn't wearing any underwear. I stepped out my shorts and the younger fella picked them up and tossed them on the pile with my shirt and pack. He also reached over and turned me to face them both. I felt a bit vulnerable to be standing here buck naked except for my shoes. Apparently they were not interested in feet as I was allowed to keep my shoes for the moment. Both men were now admiring my nakedness when the older man stepped forward and handed both rifles he was holding to the younger man. He told me to bend over and spread my feet. I did what I was told and felt my butt cheeks being spread as the older guy was obviously examining my hole. I could tell he bent down for something, but wasn't sure for what until I felt a stick probing my hole. Can't imagine what he might have been looking for - like I might have a gun hidden in there? At any rate, the probing only lasted a few moments when I heard the stick drop and felt a hand reach between my legs to cup my balls. Both balls retracted as high as they could get, but were soon found and pulled down well into my sack for closer examination. He rolled them around between his fingers thoroughly searching my sack - hummmmm no weapons in there either huh? Giving both balls a little tug he moved his hand to my cock and what felt like a grip between thumb and fore finger he slid this grip from the base of my cock to the head, pausing at the head and giving it a little tweak. Well this was just too much! My cock stiffened for the occasion and with another little flick - stood at full attention which I guess was the purpose of all this attention to detail. I had noticed that the younger fella was definitely taking this all in and by the light smile on his face, he was obviously enjoying my examination even perhaps more than I was. Oh, it wasn't so awful to this point - but I had to wonder just how thorough these two needed to be for a strip search. It was already well beyond anything I might have imagined. Apparently, the younger guy felt the need for a feel too - so he stepped forward, straightened me up and gave a full hand grasp to my cock almost like we were shaking hands! He gave me quite a squeeze, which only served to harden my shaft. Stepping back they both gave me a good look before the older man said, "well you can go." "Just stay off our land in the future!" With that - I bent down, picking up my clothes and my pack and headed back into the wilderness with my dick pointing the way. I could tell they were watching me, perhaps enjoying the sight of my bare butt going through the brush as I disappeared. I didn't delay my progress to even put on my clothes until I was sure there was quite a bit of space between them and me. When I finally did pause, I was still hard as a rock, though a pee break definitely seemed indicated. After I had relieved myself and softened a bit - I decided, what the heck and stuffed my shorts and shirt into my pack, tossed it over my shoulder, found the creek and just made my way back to camp naturally, without dressing. At least this way - if I was to be strip searched again - it might go a little faster this time! As I neared my camp, I decided to wash up a bit in the stream and it was nice to feel fresh after having been man handled by those two. I really wasn't repulsed or anything, in fact as I reflected upon the experience, it was a bit hot really. I spent another day, naked in the wilderness, not putting anything back on until I returned to my jeep. Otherwise, it really was a nice break and certainly a change of pace. I even had to wonder what might happen should I revisit this area again and even get caught trespassing again by those two. Another little strip-search no doubt and perhaps a little punishment for a second infraction maybe? I was tempted to mark a tree so I might find this exact place again with ease!