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🕑 Added 2025-03-07 07:29:42 +0000 UTCFor the lower tiers who haven't seen this before, and the higher tiers who may have missed it, here is the start of Derek's story which will be continuing in his own series starting this month! Hope you guys enjoy!
Derek had always considered himself to be an outdoorsy kind of guy; he played rugby, he enjoyed evenings in the local pub's garden and he lived in a fairly rural town.
But, he had never really gone hiking or done much exploring.
Until that summer.
Two of his buddies had suggested that the three of them go for a Sunday hike and explore some of the local area. It was the off season for the rugby, so with nothing else to do, Derek agreed.
It was already hot when Derek got out of bed that morning, so after his shower, he threw on a polo shirt and a pair of his favourite shorts, along with some sneakers.
Derek could feel the sweat under his arms and on his forehead almost as soon as he got out of his cool, air-conditioned car. He was meeting his buddies, Eric and Dane, at a clearing a few miles from where he lived, so it hadn't been a long drive, but he was slightly wary about the heat.
After ten minutes, Derek was getting a little impatient, when he got a text from Eric.
"Really sorry for the short notice, bud. Me and Dane got food poisoning and can't leave the house. Rain check on the hike."
Derek couldn't deny that he was a little disappointed but as he was there, he decided that he may as well go for a little solo hike.
Sure, it was insanely hot, but he had sunscreen on, and he didn't have to walk for hours, he could just for an hour or so and see how he felt.
Once Derek was under the tree cover, the heat was a little more forgiving, but after nearly forty minutes, he had a different problem . . . the briefs he'd thrown on under his shorts that morning were a little on the skimpy side and the more he walked, the more they rode up and wedged themselves between his cheeks. That combined with the fact that his thighs were starting to chafe from the heat and the shorts, was enough to have Derek squirming with every step.
Coming to a stop in a grassy clearing, Derek wiped his forehead on his shirt and took a breather. He hadn't seen anyone on his walk so far, he was totally alone.
Which gave him an idea!
Derek glanced around and, comfortable he was alone, he unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his shorts and let them drop to his ankles. The warm breeze over his overheated thighs and butt felt incredible, but Derek needed more.
With another quick look around him, Derek hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down to his knees.
"Ah, that's better," he moaned as the breeze teased his cheeks and his balls, the sweat on his lower body feeling almost cool.
It was at that moment that Derek realised that he was out in the ass end of nowhere, and he was basically naked from the waist down. Rather than feeling scared, he felt exhilarated. He'd never even considered doing something so bold, but now that he was there, he wanted more.
Derek checked he was still alone, and before he could second guess himself, he toed off his sneakers and kicked off his shorts, and the briefs that had also dropped to his ankles. He bent down and picked up his stuff and started walking again, the sun beating down on his bare, bouncing butt cheeks.
"What the fuck am I doing?" he laughed to himself.
Derek couldn't believe that he was walking out in public naked from the waist down. Although, carrying his clothes seemed a little less bold . . . . so, without second guessing himself, he tossed his shorts, briefs and sneakers into a pile at the base of a tree.
As Derek took a few steps away from his clothes, he felt his heart starting to hammer in his chest. Was he really going to walk away from his clothes, the one thing that could quickly cover him if someone came along?
Apparently, yes he was.
After another couple of minutes, Derek's dick was at half mast and he was fingering the hem of his shirt. It was just one item of clothing between him and complete freedom.
"Fuck it," he said and yanked his shirt off over his head and tossed it on to a nearby branch.
Derek's dick was fully hard in seconds, bobbing in front of him, as he took a deep breath, completely naked and away from his clothes. He decided to keep walking for five more minutes and then he'd go back and retrieve everything.
But after three minutes, he heard the crunch of twigs and leaves underfoot.
There was someone else in the woods now . . . and Derek was butt naked, with his clothes a few minutes away.
"Oh fuck," he whispered, his hands clamping down over his hard dick.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
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CS
Omg!!!!π± yay!!! I am excited to read more of Derekβs story
