gaystripstories: This unedited story came from an anonymous follower, and I hope you get just as exc

gaystripstories: This unedited story came from an anonymous follower, and I hope you get just as excited reading this as I did when it arrived in my messages. I couldn’t get him to send his own photos, but his actual writing was too hot to pass up. If you have a story like this (or just some photos you want to share), my inbox is always open. I can’t post everything, but I’ll try to help expose some of your embarrassing experiences with the world… This is a true recounting of one of my first (and most memorable) experiences with public nudity. I’m sure we’ve all heard the classic story: guy goes skinny dipping, his clothes go missing somehow, and he’s left butt naked as he frantically searches for his clothes. I sure know I have. But no matter how many times I heard the stories, I never imagined it would actually happen to me. Until, when I was eighteen, I learned the hard way that anybody can suddenly find themselves naked on the beach, without a stitch of clothing in sight. By the time I was eighteen I had known I was into exposure and humiliation for a while. As I said, I had read all the stories of this type. But however much I fantasized about public nudity, I had only done anything myself maybe once or twice. That is until one summer night, I had the sudden urge to go skinny dipping. I was spending the summer on the coast, staying at my brother’s house while I worked in town. I was driving home from a late shift, when the thought popped into my head that there was a beach not far from where the house was. It was late at night by this point, and the weather wasn’t great besides. Nobody would be there. It was a perfect night to go skinny dipping. I pulled into the parking lot. To my dismay, there was another car in the lot, lights on. I wasn’t worried however; they’d probably be off soon, and besides the car was so hot boxed that I wasn’t sure you could even see out of it. I locked the car and made my way across the paved lot to the dunes. Walking onto the beach, I looked around. The good news was it was dark and cloudy, so less chance of me being seen. The bad news was I didn’t put my contacts in that morning and given the dark it was difficult to see if anyone else was on the beach with me. Still, I took off my shoes and socks and trekked down the beach carrying them in hand. Once I felt like I was far enough from the lot, I put my shoes and socks down. I quickly removed my hoodie, stripped off my pants, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Standing there in just my boxers, I felt very suddenly self-conscious. Excitement mixed with nervousness came over me as I took hold of my waistband. I hesitated, peering around to make sure I was alone. It’s dark. There’s no one here. Nobody is gonna see you! In one quick motion, I pulled down my boxer shorts. I stepped out of them and I was completely naked. I felt the salt breeze drift over my bare body. I ran down the shore into the cool water, and dove in. I couldn’t believe how nice it felt to swim naked, feeling the cool water on every inch of me. I swam and drifted for maybe 5 minutes. After a short while the water got cold, and I was ready to get out. However, as I walked up the beach to where I left my clothes, my heart stopped. My clothes! Where the hell were my clothes?! I looked around wildly, but no sign of them. I very suddenly felt much more exposed than before. My hands flew to my crotch, covering myself even though there was nobody to see. I realized what must have happened. The current pulled me down shore, I realized. But how far from the lot have I gone? And how far from my clothes? It was far too dark to tell where I was, in this light the shoreline looked exactly the same all the way down the coast. I had no idea where I had ended up in relationship to my clothes. My only option was to walk naked along the beach and hope to God I stumbled upon my clothes. I walked up and down the shore, scanning for any sign of my clothes. The longer my search went, the more I began to panic, and the faster I walked. After a while I had started running, my exposed cock bouncing with every stride. Eventually I stopped, out of breath. This can’t be happening, I thought. Where the hell could they be? I couldn’t have gone that far. A horrible explanation crossed my mind. Did someone steal my clothes? It was impossible. I had made sure I was alone. Even so I shuddered at the possibility. The thought that someone had taken my clothes and was now watching me from the dunes, reveling in the sight of me naked, exposed and humiliated. My hands unconsciously went back to cover my crotch. I sat my bare ass down in the sand and breathed deep. Once I got myself straight, I began to think. My clothes had to be somewhere here, but I wasn’t going to find them like this. But my phone was in my car, and the keys were in my pants. So I had to weigh my options. But as I sat there, the only option I could think of was to grit my teeth, get back to the parking lot, walk along the mile stretch of roads back home —completely naked. Even when I got to the house I would have to explain to my brother why I came home without my car and without my clothes. I took a deep breath and stood up, making my way towards the parking lot. I knew I just had to brave this whole thing out. I just had to pretend everything was normal. As I walked I let my hands swing by my sides, trying my best to act like I didn’t even know I was naked. I walked like this for a little while until I saw something that shot me full of fear. Against the soft glow of the sky, I could see the blurry silhouette of someone making their way down the beach right towards me. This fucking night. What was I going to do? The beach was completely open, I had nowhere to hide. Plus if I had seen them, they must have seen me. I don’t know if they could tell if I was naked or not. They looked alone, and didn’t have a flashlight so at least it wasn’t a cop or anything. That would have been my worst nightmare, getting caught by the police and having to stand there butt naked while they confronted me. The figure was getting closer. I still kept my hands at my sides as I walked. Everything is normal. You’re going for a walk on the beach. Don’t think about it. But as the man and I got closer, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and I knew he was staring right at me. I looked firmly down at the ground, trying to ignore him. As I walked near him, I looked up for just long enough to make eye contact. It was an older guy with a patchy gray beard and an ample beer gut. I still remember the expression on his face, confusion mixed with amusement. He began to laugh, and that was too much. I covered my cock with my hands as tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. I tried to keep on walking. Then my worst fears came true. My heart sank as I heard the word “hey!” and the glare of a flashlight lit my bare backside, casting a silhouette of my naked body on the sand in front of me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly, utterly humiliated. I couldn’t see the man for the glare of the flashlight, but I was mortified to think what he was seeing. A red-faced, pale kid cowered over, hands clasped firmly below a mound of dark bushy pubes. “Are you ok?” he asked, obviously uncomfortable. I wished now more than ever I had something to cover myself with. “Y-yea,” I remember stammering. “I was taking a walk, I-I wanted to go for a dip but I, um, I didn’t have a suit, and…” He cut me off. “Ok, ok, just…making sure, y’know. Um…alright.” He turned away awkwardly and continued his walk. Relief came over me like a tidal wave, quickly followed by a rush of embarrassment. I had never in my young life felt that kind of complete humiliation. Standing there totally exposed and lit up in front of a clothed stranger was something I would never forget. The worst part was I knew there was more to come. Who knew who might see me on my very public, very naked walk back home. And facing my brother would be the worst part. I’d never hear the end of this from him. However, once the stretch of grass that marked the parking lot was in sight, I saw a small dark bundle on the sand. My clothes! I had never been more relieved to see them. As you can tell I was something of an exhibitionist at this age, but this was a time I was glad to have my clothes. Turns out I had seriously misjudged how far I had walked from the parking lot when I stripped for my naked swim. I had been looking much too far down the beach. I began to slip them on over my trembling bare body, then headed home, gratefully with much more clothing on than I thought I would. That experience killed some of my desire to get naked in public at the time, but as time passed I think it actually encouraged me. The memory of how helpless, how exposed I felt running around naked on a public beach, desperately trying to find my clothes makes me rock hard. Looking back, a small part of me actually wishes I hadn’t found my clothes. Having to strut through the parking lot and across all those roads without a stitch of clothing to cover myself would have been so humiliating. I still think about the man, how he laughed as he took in the sight of my naked adolescent body, bared for all to see on the open beach. But let this be a warning: skinny dipping is fun, but if you don’t want to end up exposed and embarrassed in public, make sure you know exactly where you left your clothes.   -- source link

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