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It was a broiling, steamy, horridly hot summer’s night in Sydney, Australia. I was completely naked.
Sweat dripped off my muscular body like water gushing furiously down a chiselled cliff face.
I’m a 25-year-old sex addicted male exhibitionist, and I love nothing more than stripping nude for happy, willing women.
I like to show off at the beach in my skimpy Speedos, and sunbathe nude at the secluded bays and rocky inlets near my home on Sydney’s coast.
I spend hours training, with the principal goal of simply looking as good as I can naked.
Thankfully, I’m very well hung, with a cock that hangs at 23cm flaccid and rises to a full 31cm erect.
I am also a hopeless narcissist, and the very thought of women looking at me in the nude gets me instantly hot.
On this sauna-like summer’s night at 11:30pm, however, my love of getting naked in front of women had gotten me into a lot of trouble.
Sweat dripped down my face as I ran after the two young Brazilian women who had stolen my clothes.
My enormous cock slapped back and forth ridiculously across my muscled thighs. My huge balls jiggled up and down like two hard-boiled eggs in a plastic bag.
The young Brazilian women were way too far ahead for me to catch. I could hear them laughing loudly, and I could see my shorts, t-shirt and Speedos bundled up in their hands.
The women’s wild cackling continued as they got closer to the cliff that they were desperately running towards.
“Hurry, Bruna…we’re nearly there,” I heard one bellow loudly in her thick Brazilian accent. “We can throw his clothes off the cliff!”
“I’m coming, Beatriz,” the other replied breathlessly.
I finally made it to within a few metres of Bruna and Beatriz, who had stopped running and now looked at me with smug, lascivious smiles on their attractive faces.
Bruna and Beatriz were standing in a park at the edge of a coastal cliff, panting heavily from my pursuit.
Sweaty and exhausted, they held my clothes tight in their fists, and prepared to hurl them over the edge.
“You like showing off your beautiful nude body?” Bruna sneered in her thick accent. “Well, we’ll make it very easy for you! No clothes for you, naked boy!”
Bruna cackled, wound back her arm with a flourish, and then threw my t-shirt over the edge of the cliff. I watched forlorn as it sailed off into the darkness.
“Can I have my clothes back…please?” I asked desperately and covered my crotch with my right hand. “Please?”
I absolutely love being naked in front of women, but I like doing it on my terms. I don’t like being stranded in public without my clothes.
It had happened before [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy Pantsed By Joggers”], and though it admittedly turned me on, it also terrified me.
“Oh, now you cover your big pau?” Beatriz laughed. “You made sure we had a good look at the rock pool when you took off your swimsuit, no?”
“What’s wrong now?” Bruna added. “You no like being the naked boy anymore?”
With that, Bruna laughed maniacally and then hurled my shorts over the edge of the cliff. They too went sailing off hopelessly into the thick darkness.
“Please,” I pleaded with the smiling Beatriz, who clutched my wet Speedos. “You were checking me out…I didn’t think you’d mind if I swam nude! I thought you’d like it!”
“You are a flasher…a pervert, no?” Beatriz asked. “You should ask a lady if she wants to see your body. Just because we like to see you in your swimsuit, it doesn’t mean we want to see your pau!”
With a satisfied, almost evil smile, Beatriz tossed my Speedos over the edge of the cliff too. In an instant, they were gone, lost to the darkness of the night sky.
I was now out in public as naked as the day I was born, totally and embarrassingly bare-arse except for my wrist watch.
My heart sank, and the sweat poured off me with even greater intensity, running down my muscled torso in thick, heavy rivulets. My cock hung limply between my trembling thighs.
“Maybe now you think twice about flashing your body, no?” Bruna said while pointing at my naked crotch. “Ask a lady before you pull out that ridiculous pau.”
“I can’t believe this,” I said and hung my head in embarrassment. “You’ve left me here naked.”
“Yes, we have,” Beatriz replied. “You will walk all the way home naked…maybe you learn a lesson, no? You walk in shame, naked boy.”
With a naughty smile, Bruna and Beatriz walked off laughing, their heads tilted back in pure amusement.
My clothes were gone, now adrift somewhere in the ocean. Naked and alone, I was a long, potentially dangerous, 30-minute walk from home.
My constant burning desperation to show off my nude body had landed me in a world of hurt.
I’d honestly believed the two giggling Brazilian women would have enjoyed seeing me naked, but I was profoundly wrong.
The minute I’d hit the cool, refreshing water of the secluded rock pool, Bruna and Beatriz grabbed my clothes and ran. They got way too much of a head start for me to catch them.
Totally nude, I desperately needed to find something to cover myself with for the long journey home.
My best option was the now largely deserted beach, which had been packed with people all day.
This offered the possibility of forgotten beach towels, dropped clothes, and discarded gear of all varieties.
Even at this time of night, there would still be people on the beach, but the enveloping darkness of the sand and sea remained my best option.
The alternative was to walk off through the park and take a wholly indirect and far longer route home.
With the warm air on my nude body, I cupped my cock and balls and moved at pace toward the beach.
I remained thankfully unseen as the sand finally crunched under my bare feet and the smell of the ocean hit my nostrils.
I desperately scanned the sand looking for any kind of towel or clothing, but I couldn’t see anything useful.
Then, in the darkness, I heard the unmistakable sound of feminine giggling. This would normally have been music to my perverted ears, filled as it often is with sexual possibility.
On this night, however, it was more likely a harbinger of either danger or further embarrassment.
I looked warily to my right, and was greeted with a truly ravishing sight. Two women emerged clumsily from the dark water of the ocean, obviously enjoying a late night swim.
As they walked out of the gentle surf, I soon realised that the two women were actually completely naked.
One woman spotted me and instantly laughed. She grabbed her friend’s arm and pointed in my direction.
The women looked to be in their mid-twenties, and they both doubled over in laughter at the sight of my nude body.