Long ago, back in the early 1940s, a group of young men gathered together in Southern California. They were drawn together by the sunshine and a common philosophy. They rejected many of the principles and practices commonplace in America. They objected to greed, war, processed foods, and much more. They sought a different way of life – one closer to God and Nature.

They became known as the 'Nature Boys' and lived good lives. True to their vision, they wandered the Golden State as free men, camping where they could, eating what they could find, and enjoying life as few men ever have.

Their influence was enormous. One of their number, who went by the name Gypsy Boots, became a celebrity. He appeared many times on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, demonstrating the benefits of a healthy lifestyle. He also opened what might well have been the first Smoothie Stand, called "Back to Nature Health Hut." Built from bamboo and palm fronds, it is said to have inspired the huts on the TV show Gilligan's Island.

Boots and many of his friends became fixtures at Muscle Beach in Santa Monica, exercising in the sunshine, surfing, and teaching Yoga.

Another famous practitioner was 'eden ahbez'. He insisted his name be in lowercase. Only God deserved to be capitalized. One night, he wandered backstage at a Nat King Cole performance and handed Nat's manager a song he'd written. It was called 'Nature Boy', and it became a massive hit in 1948. Cole had trouble releasing the record because he needed permission from ahbez to record it, and no one knew where he lived. After an expensive nationwide search, they finally found him camping under the first "L" in the famous Hollywood sign. If you haven't heard this hauntingly beautiful song, please find it on YouTube. You'll be glad you did.

When the 1960s came along, the Nature Boys' spiritual children started the counterculture and the Hippie movement, and they cried out for many of the things the Nature Boys espoused. What the Nature Boys stood for still resonates in our society today. If you go to the market and buy organic produce, go to the gym, or make yourself a nice healthy smoothie, know that they're proud of you, wherever they are.

Unfortunately, much of the Nature Boys' history is lost. We don't know how many there really were, what their names were, or how they spent their years in the wilderness.

The following is one possible story.

Helen Thompson sat on the veranda, drinking her morning coffee. She gazed out at the orange trees. No matter how many times she'd seen them, she enjoyed their simple beauty and was thankful for the money they'd provide soon. They were nearly ready for harvest.

In a few weeks, the migrants would come and pick the fruit, and the packing company would send her a check to see her through another year.

She heard her dog, Atlas, barking somewhere. He was a good dog – always alert for strangers. She went into the house and got her rifle. She laid it on the table and sat back down.

Soon enough, she saw the source of the disturbance. A tall blond man came loping up the lane. Atlas was right behind him, wagging his tail. Some watchdog he was!

The man waved, "Hello! Sorry to cause such a ruckus. Is this your dog?"

"Yep – he's vicious. Be careful of him"

The man laughed. It was a good laugh – completely genuine and heartfelt.

"My name is Billy Bostwick, but most people call me Billy Flowers. I'm good with plants, and can get just about anything to grow. I was hoping you might have some gardening or other chores I could do in exchange for a little food. I haven't had much to eat in the last couple of days."

Helen had seen her share of drifters, and usually sent them packing in short order. Something about this one was different, though. It was his eyes. They were full of kindness and wisdom. Perhaps a little sadness too. She was an amateur artist, and had an urge to draw those eyes. She thought about it for a minute.

"Well, I have a bunch of logs I need split into firewood, but if you’re hungry, I don't see how you'd be able to do that. Why don't you come up on the veranda, and we'll scare up some food for you."

He smiled and came through the gate, and Helen called for Rosita, her cook and all-around helper.

"Rosie, can you please fix some breakfast for Billy here? Some bacon and eggs?"

Billy said, "That sounds good, but I don't eat meat. The eggs would be welcome, though"

Helen looked at him a little puzzled. "Do you eat flapjacks?"

"Sure!"

"Okay Rosie, how about eggs and flapjacks? And looking at this fellow, I'd say make a bunch. He looks like he could use 'em"

"Si, Señora"

The food was soon ready, and Billy dug in. He ate every scrap and drank his fill of the cold well water her land provided.

"Helen, that was the best thing I've eaten in weeks. Thanks so much!"

With that, he took off the dirty rag he called a shirt, went to the woodpile, and got busy. Helen expected that he'd wait for the first opportunity and head for the hills, but he didn't. Instead, he worked out there for hours. He was like a machine. She was fascinated by him, the way his muscles flexed and contracted, the sweat covering his tanned skin and shining in the sun. She loved how his sun-bleached hair fell to his shoulders. In her eyes, he had somehow transformed from a drifter into a Greek God.

She pulled out her sketch pad and started drawing him. He was a fascinating subject.

After a while, she asked if he wanted a cold beer, but he refused. "If you have any more cold water, or fruit juice, that would hit the spot"

She went out with a pitcher of ice water and a glass.

"So you don't drink beer, and you don't eat meat. Why?"

"Well, I follow a philosophy of getting back to nature. I mostly just eat raw fruits and vegetables. I shouldn't really have eaten that big breakfast today, but my body was really getting weak, and I thought I could use the extra nutrients."

"I see. I wanted to ask – would you mind if I touched your arm? I studied painting and sculpture before the war, and I'm fascinated by the way your biceps and pectoral muscles move."

"Umm, wouldn't your husband object? I don't mind, but I'd hate to have someone come at me with a shotgun"

Her smile faded. "No. George is gone. He died during the very last week of the war. He wasn't even in combat – just a stupid accident"

"Oh – I'm so sorry to hear that. So you're managing this place by yourself?"

"Sure – but I don’t do it alone.  I have Rosita, and Atlas, and a couple of Mexican hands that come by when I need them. Truth is, there's not much to do most of the time. As long as the weather is right, and we don't have pests or diseases, the oranges just grow on their own"

"Don't sell yourself short, Helen. If this were easy, everyone would do it. You must be one pretty tough gal." His praise made her glow inside. It was nice that someone appreciated her efforts.

With that, he smiled, flexed his arms, and she reached out to touch him. It was like touching steel. She felt an excitement stirring in her that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Oh my! That's impressive."

He just grinned. "That's what clean living will do for you."

He was still working when dinner was ready. Helen went out and inspected. "Billy, this is much more than I'd expected you to do. This is amazing. Thanks so much. Why don't you come in for dinner?"

"That sounds great, Helen. I'd enjoy that"

And so they sat sharing dinner. Rosita had sliced up a lot of raw vegetables and served those with quesadillas and her chili-bean soup. Billy ate everything that was set before him.

"Helen, that was the best meal I've had in ages. Thanks so much!" Then he jumped up from the table, found Rosita in the kitchen, and kissed her on her plump cheeks several times. Helen could hear her giggling and fussing. Rosita was a real stick in the mud, and it was great to hear her girlish laughter for a change.

When Billy came back, he said, "Well, I guess I better move on. I don't want to abuse your hospitality"

"Look, Billy. I volunteered as a nurse during the war, and I'm a little worried about you. You obviously haven't taken a real bath in a long time, and I see signs of some skin problems. Why don't you let me run you a hot bath, and I'll doctor you up a bit. And maybe we could even shave some of that beard, if you'll let me.

The words "Hot Bath" were like a magic spell. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had one.

"Well, that sounds really nice. Aren't you afraid people will talk?"

"Oh, Fuck 'em!" She immediately put her hand to her mouth and started laughing. She had had her own beer, and also the one he refused. She'd have to watch herself. Billy grinned at her. He wasn't sure what to make of her, but he found her quite attractive. She had dark brown eyes and brunette hair. And her smile was kind. The road was always calling to him, but Helen was exerting a pull on him, too. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay a bit longer.

Very soon, she called him into the bathroom. The water in the tub was practically steaming. Helen told him to call if he needed anything, and left. He quickly pulled off his clothes and sank down into the water. It was like heaven. He closed his eyes and lay back in the warmth. When he opened his eyes again, he was embarrassed to see a crust of filth floating to the surface. Small twigs and debris seemed to be everywhere.

Soon, he heard Helen at the door. "Billy, would you mind if I trimmed off some of that hair while you're soaking?"

"I guess not, if you're not afraid of what you might see"

She came in with a little leather bag. "I told you I was a nurse. I doubt that you've got anything I haven't already seen."

So, while he soaked, she used a pair of scissors to cut away vast swaths of hair and beard. Billy had to admit he could get used to this in a hurry. Helen had a kind of rugged beauty he really admired. She was tanned and fit, and she seemed totally fearless.

She pulled a straight razor from her bag, lathered him up, and went to work shaving him.

At long last, she finished up, and said: "You know, you're a damn fine-looking fella!"

He just grinned. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Helen. I know a little spot up in the mountains. There's a valley up there, and a waterfall comes out of the mountainside, and crashes down into a small pond. If you stand in the right place, you can see the waterfall, and the little rainbow it makes, and the mountains and the sky reflected in the water, and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You remind me of that – rugged, strong, and beautiful."

That took her breath away. Not just because of the words, but because she could see the look in his eyes and knew he meant every word.

Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him. She knew she shouldn't, but she didn't care. She felt his hand reach behind her head and pull her in. They eventually broke apart, and she struggled to regain her self-control.

She turned away for a moment, trying to collect herself. She was afraid of what she might do if she looked into those sad, soulful eyes again.

"When you're done, you can come into the living room, and I'll tend to those skin problems I saw, and see if you've got any other issues I can fix. You don't have to get dressed. Rosita is gone. She said, "Ese hombre es el diablo," or something along those lines. She beat a hasty retreat about the time I started your bath.

Billy laughed. "I've been called worse, but I can't remember when"

Helen left to get her first aid kit.

Eventually, Billy walked into the room, towel wrapped around his waist. Helen was sitting on a stool near the room's single lamp. She motioned him over.

"Look, Billy, I already told you I was a nurse. You don't have to be shy with me."

She reached up and pulled the towel off of him. He stood there naked, with his face turning red. And he was enormous.

Helen sat there, mouth open. "Oh my word! When I said you didn't have anything I hadn't already seen, I seem to have been sadly mistaken."

Billy grinned. "Well, the good Lord did seem fit to bless me in some areas."

Helen felt her hands shaking. George had been a nice guy, and a kind lover, but she suddenly realized he'd been severely shortchanged in this department. The idea of taking that log into her body was just too much to imagine, but it was suddenly all she could think about.

She forced herself to focus. "Okay, Billy. Let me patch you up"

He stood there, uncomplaining, while she dabbed iodine and other elixirs on his skin. His life in the wild had left him with plenty of abrasions and minor infections, and she worked diligently on everything she could find.

When she finally announced she was done, Billy turned to her to thank her. She was sitting, and he was standing, and when he turned, his cock ended up right in front of her. An impulse hit her. She leaned forward, grabbed his balls, and kissed that enormous cock. Once she'd started, she just kept going. She'd had five years of isolation and loneliness, and it all came to the surface at once. Billy immediately got hard, and it was just too much even to understand. She felt out of control. She grabbed his rod and slid her mouth over the tip, so carefully. George had asked her to suck his cock when they were married. It pleased him, but it did nothing for her. This was so much different. She felt like she was worshiping some ancient God. She slid her mouth down as far as she could, but it was too much. He was just too big.

She was feeling wild and uninhibited. She backed her mouth off of his cock, and grabbed it with her hand. She stood up and pulled him along by his cock, toward her bedroom. It struck her that she hadn't even asked if he wanted her, but she didn't care. One way or another, she was going to fuck him.

She led him to her bed and told him to lie down. He lay there, watching her as she got undressed. She was wearing cowboy boots, jeans, and a flannel shirt. They all came off, as did her underwear. She stood there, naked and hungry.

"Do you want me, Billy?"

"Look at my cock, Helen. What's he telling you?"

"That he's going to split me like you split that firewood – but I don't care. Just, please be gentle with me if you can."

He got her to lie down with him, and he started working on her – petting her, kissing her, touching her in ways George could have never imagined. She felt he was nurturing her, encouraging her to bloom like a flower. His hands were rough, but this wild mountain man was so gentle and loving that she wanted him to touch her like this for the rest of her life.

"Now, Helen, I'm going to ask you to get on top of me. I want you to control how far it goes into you. I don't want to hurt you, or force myself in. Understand?"

She nodded. He lay on his back, and she climbed on top of him. George had always taken the lead in sex, so it felt exotic and strange to do this. She straddled him and positioned herself just so. Then she took a deep breath and started putting pressure on him. It'd been so long since she'd had a man, and to go from nothing at all to this gigantic cock was almost too much to imagine. She felt a sort of a pop as it entered her, and she drew in a deep breath. She slowly started putting more downward pressure on it, and felt it filling her - stretching and distorting her womanhood. She kept thinking she had it all inside her, but then she'd look down and see there was still so much more to go.

"I think that if you go up a little, and then come back down, it might be a little easier to take. Maybe you could try that"

She did, and found he was right. She started a pattern, pulling up and then going back down, and somehow, she eventually found herself resting directly on him. He was fully inside her, and it was amazing. She let herself fall forward then and put her head on his muscular chest. He put his arms around her, and she kissed his chest and felt him breathing slowly, in and out.

"It's so big, honey. I don't know what to do. I don't know if I can take it"

"Just do the same thing, Helen. Pull up, and come back down. Just try small strokes and see how it does"

She started that and couldn't believe how good it felt. And the more she did it, the more used to it she became. Before long she was absolutely pounding him – repeatedly impaling herself on that colossal tool. When he realized she was getting used to things, Billy put his hands on her hips, and gently started forcing her to go faster and deeper. She felt herself losing control of the process, and of herself. She was making noises she couldn't control – sighing and moaning. Sometimes when she hit bottom, she'd cry out. At some point she began to feel like a bystander, watching this all from a distance. She had no desire or ability to control anything. Her body began to spasm, and she experienced the first real orgasm she'd ever had. George was her first and only lover, and she'd never come close to feeling anything like this. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but she decided she needed more right away.

The activity was starting to get to Billy. He had had some doubts at first, but now he realized Helen was a really nice fuck - maybe the best he'd ever had. The other women he'd slept with had been terrified that he'd hurt them, but Helen seemed determined to ride him like a quarter horse. She was brave, strong, and bold – a real woman in every sense.

"Helen, honey, I'm going to cum. You better hop off"

She reluctantly did so, but immediately grabbed his cock and started pumping it. It filled her hand. She couldn't believe how big it was, now that he was fully engorged. How could that ever have fit inside her? It wasn't long before she saw Billy's face change as he went over the edge. She watched his cock as he came, and it was almost miraculous. She didn't think that much semen could come out of a man. It was thick and milky, spraying halfway up his chest. He sounded like he was in pain, but she saw no pain on his face - only bliss.

It finally passed, and she saw a few drops of cum leaking from his cock. She couldn't help herself – she leaned forward and licked them off. Then she engulfed him with her mouth, and forced herself to go down further, sucking the last drops out of him. She stayed there after he was flaccid – kissing and licking his cock and balls. She finally withdrew and lay with her head on his strong shoulder.

She wasn't sure what to do next, but she knew she never wanted this strange, wild creature to leave her. She would do anything to prevent that. The only thing she could think to do was play for time.

"You know, Billy, I'm worried about all those scratches and infections. It might be best if you stayed here for a time so that I can tend to you. Would you let me do that for you, honey?"

Billy had been thinking along the same lines. He had a hard time thinking of anywhere else he would rather be, and there were probably a dozen ways he could prove himself useful here. He realized he would do anything to stay with this bold, beautiful woman.

"I'd like that, Helen. It felt really nice to have someone else take care of me for a change. To tell you the truth, life as a rover is starting to wear thin. I'm not as young as I used to be. It occurs to me that it might be time to settle down. I'm sure I could make your oranges grow a little better, and that vegetable garden out there needs a lot of work. Would you mind if I settled down here with you so that I can take care of it?"

She sighed. "Not at all. I'd love you to tend my garden. In fact, I think it might need some more plowing tonight."

She heard his chuckle and enjoyed the warmth she felt, snuggled up to him. She thought for a moment, and decided to lay her cards on the table. She took one finger and used it to stir around in the cum that still lay there on his belly. "Billy, I know it's asking a lot, but I want children. George couldn't give me any, but somehow I think you might have what it takes. Would you like to plant your seed here, and see what grows?"

He kissed her and pushed her over on her back. "I can't think of anything I'd like more. Let's get started tonight."