Derek Bares All - Chapter 2

By popular demand, Derek is back! When we last saw him, he'd had his briefs and shorts stolen and was forced to drive home naked from the waist down. He was asked to return the following Sunday and we all know he's going to, but what happens when he does?

Derek spent the entire week thinking about his forest walk. Every time he jerked off, he remembered how it good it had felt to be bare and exposed in the open like that, but each time, the orgasm was nowhere near as incredible as the one he’d had on Sunday. Then there was the note to think about – the guy who had stolen his briefs and his shorts, forcing him to drive home naked from the waist down. The note had said to return again on Sunday, and he was constantly thinking about whether he should or not. He desperately wanted to get naked again, but what if this guy took photos or videos of him and blackmailed him? Or what if he tried to kidnap him or something?

By the time Sunday rolled around, Derek was frustrated. His orgasms had been so mediocre all week that all he wanted to do was go outside, strip naked and enjoy the incredible feeling of being bare to the sun.

So, after a quick shower, he decided to return to the forest.

Derek figured his best bet would be to go at the same time, assuming that’s what the guy meant by suggesting Sunday again. Hopefully, he’d arrive, and his shorts and briefs would just be sat by the path, or there’d be a note telling him where to find them.

Unlike the previous Sunday, it was a cloudy day, still warm, but nowhere near as sweltering as the week before. Unsurprisingly, the layby where he’d parked before was empty. Given the weather, he was even less likely to see anyone than he had done last time.

“Here goes nothing,” Derek said to himself as he opened the car door and stepped out.

This time he’d worn the same sneakers, a pair of socks, a slightly ripped white tee that had seen better days and a pair of silky basketball shorts that hugged his thighs.

The wooded area on the other side of the layby was just as quiet, but he meticulously explored every inch of it hoping that the guy who’d taken his shorts and briefs had returned them and just left there for him to find.

No such luck!

It was then that Derek wondered if the whole thing had been some sort of prank. What if they’d stolen his shorts and briefs and left a note to entice him back when they’d just tossed his clothes out of their car window, no sooner had they left. He could wait around for hours, and no one would even show. He could have kicked himself for not considering that option before.

But . . . now he was in the forest, it seemed silly to waste the opportunity.

After all, it was a cloudy day, the layby was empty and he was even less likely to see anyone, so why shouldn’t he get his clothes off and do what he’d been dreaming about all week.

Grinning, Derek crossed through the wooded area and into the forest proper, walking along the gravel path until he was back under the tree cover. Looking around to ensure no one had appeared and listening out for the slightest sound that could be someone’s footfalls, he tugged his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it down against the base of a tree.

“Ah fuck yeah,” he moaned, grabbing his dick through his shorts, his dick that was already hard just from the short walk and removing his tee.

Derek toed off his sneakers and yanked off his socks, tossing them with his shirt, before pulling his shorts and briefs down in one go and kicking them over to his other clothes.

He’d done it. He was finally naked outdoors again, his dick hard and eager, and the adrenalin racing through him so fast that he felt lightheaded.

Derek took one last look at his clothes before he started to walk further into the forest. This time he wanted to get some real distance from them, be completely exposed to the elements, and not give in to his dick quickly. He wanted to edge and make it last.

Unfortunately for Derek, things wouldn’t quite go to plan. Just five minutes into his walk, he turned a sharp bend on the path and froze at the sight of a guy a little older than him, sat on a tree stump holding . . . oh fuck . . . a pair of shorts and a pair of briefs.

“I wondered how long it would be before you appeared. Although, I confess I thought you’d be dressed.”

Derek was torn between asking for his clothes back or covering his dick and running back to the clothes he’d removed barely a few minutes before.

“No need to be shy,” the guy said. “I love the view.”

Blushing, Derek covered his dick with his hands, which wasn’t easy given how hard and thick he was, or how sticky the end of his dick was with precum.

“Can I have my clothes back?” Derek asked weakly, knowing the answer when the guy grinned at him.

“I don’t think so, but I’ll tell you what. You cum right here and now, and give me a decent show, and I’ll give you your shorts and briefs. Deal?”

Derek couldn’t believe this guy. Who steals someone’s clothes and then uses them to demand a jerk off show? There was no way he could do such a thing. Or . . . could he?

“So if I cum, you’ll give me my shorts and briefs back, and that’s it?”

The guy smiled and for the first time, Derek appreciated how damn handsome the man was. “Yep, that’s the deal.”

Derek nodded. “Okay. I guess I don’t have much choice.”

The man laughed. “Oh no. You have plenty of choice. You’re choosing to do this. You don’t need these shorts or these briefs, but you want to jerk off for me.”

Part of him wanted to argue, but as his dick twitched in his hands, Derek knew he was right. Being exposed like this, and being caught by this handsome guy, it was hot, and he was so desperate to cum.

“Fine, I’m choosing to do this.”

The guy dropped the shorts and the briefs on the floor and leaned back a little. “Get to it then.”

Feeling a little unsure of himself, Derek slowly lowered his hands exposing his throbbing hard cock. The guy licked his lips and smiled, nodding to encourage him. Derek wrapped one hand around his cock and started to slowly jerk back and forth.

A breeze whispered through the trees and tickled its way along Derek’s body, hardening his nipples and teasing his balls.

“Ah fuck,” he moaned, increasing his speed.

The guy watched him with hunger in his eyes, and the combination of the spectator, the breeze and the exposure had Derek jerking faster and squeezing his dick harder.

“Let me see that ass,” the guy instructed, adjusting himself inside his jeans.

Wrapped up in the moment, Derek turned around and used his free hand to squeeze his meaty cheeks before slowly bending forward, feeling the breeze on his hole as he gave the guy a glimpse of his most intimate area.

“Mmmmm fuck you’re hot,” the guy growled.

Derek blushed but couldn’t stop the smile that lit his face. His balls swung between his legs as he continued to jerk off, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer.

Turning back around, Derek leaned back against the tree behind him, his thighs spread, his balls tight between his legs.

“Fuck yeah, cum for me.”

Derek couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He was too close, too horny, too worked up. He twisted his wrist with each pass over the head of his cock, finding that spot that made him weak in the knees. With another twist, he reached the point of no return and the first rope of cum shot from his cock and spattered on to the ground.

“Oh, you’re a good boy,” the guy said, his tongue between his teeth.

Derek growled as he milked his cock, cum covering the ground, his feet and his thighs, not to mention his hand.

When the orgasm had finally stopped, he took a deep breath and realised what he’d just done. He’d jerked off out in the open with a guy watching him like he was some sort of private dancer.

“You can have these back, as promised, but don’t put them on until you’re back at the car. Laters sexy.”

Without another word, the guy slapped Derek on the ass and disappeared through the trees, leaving him covered in cum and wondering what the hell he’d just done. After a few minutes of contemplating his existence, Derek bent down and picked up the briefs and shorts before walking quickly back to where he’d left his actual outfit.

When he reached the tree where he’d left his clothes, he wasn’t sure whether he was surprised or not that only his sneakers and socks remained.

“Not again,” he sighed.

A piece of paper was shoved into one of his sneakers, along with his keys.

That was quite the show. Same time next week. Adam

“At least he has a name,” Derek said aloud before piling his sneakers and socks in his arms and continuing back to the layby.

After a few more minutes of walking, his dick started to chub up again and he couldn’t believe that he was remotely horny after an orgasm that amazing, but inexplicably he was. When he reached the layby, he put on last week’s briefs and shorts, before putting on his socks and sneakers. He shoved the note in the pocket and climbed into his car, horny and surprised by how desperate he was for next Sunday. Adam was hot and Derek couldn’t want to see what was in store for him next.

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