WNBR

Dan had arrived early at the WNBR event, keen to take part. He’d missed it last year because of a puncture on the way to the event, so he wanted to make doubly sure it would happen this year. Of course the park had been near enough empty, the marshals in their hi-viz yellow jackets were there aplenty. He near enough got pounced on by them when he rode in. Once they found out he was a rider rather than a marshal, they joked they couldn’t do it, get naked in public like that, asking him why he wanted to do it, was he an exhibitionist or something?

Dan had replied, “No, more of a naturist.”

“So, you’re happy being naked anytime, anywhere?”

As Dan nodded, he saw them smiling, “So, why don’t you strip down now? If you’re so comfortable in your skin.”

“Hang on, but there’s no one else naked.”

“What, you naturists have to wait until one of you gets naked before the rest do?”

“No, it’s not like that.” In the end, Dan shrugged his shoulders and started to strip down, six marshals watching as he dropped his clothes down on the grass.

“Careful, you don’t want those to get wet,” said one of the marshals, picking them up and putting them in his rucksac.

“What are you doing with my clothes?”

“Keeping them safe for you. You can get them back later. We’ll be riding with you and it frees you up to be naturist through the city. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Uhm, sure, yeah, ok”, replied Dan, doubtfully.

“OK, we’ll leave you to it, we set off in…”, consulting his watch, “just over the hour. Hang loose, Dan.”

Suddenly, Dan was stood in the middle of the park, totally naked except for his shoes and gloves, no way to cover himself. Dan looked round and saw that although other cyclists had arrived, no one else was taking their clothes off. He was the only one naked in the park, ‘Fuck, this is crazy,’ he thought, the thrill running through his body, ‘Damn, I wanted to ride naked through the city, now I’m the only one naked with all these eyes on me.’ He’d lied to the marshals about his exhibitionist tendencies. ‘This is fucking awesome’, Dan thought, as he scanned the park, catching those who were watching him, their phones pointing at him. ‘Damn, there’s going to be so many pics of me on guys phones. Total exhibitionist slut,’ he whispered to himself.

“Hey, mind if I take a pic?”

Dan looked over, a hot guy, his type, in cycling lycra was pointing his phone at Dan. Dan turned and smiled, taking in the bulge in the lycra, ‘Fuck he’s hung,’ grinned Dan, and then gulped, feeling a twitch in his own cock, ‘Oh fuck, no, please, no, don’t bone up, I might be an exhibitionist but I’m not a perv,’ Dan thought as he felt the blood rush to his cock.