Derek Bares All - Chapter One

After the number of requests I received after I posted Derek's Photo Story, there was no doubt that I need to do more, so here's the first chapter in a new series just for Derek.

This picks up where the photo story left off - Derek butt naked in the woods, away from his clothes, with someone else in the woods walking towards him.

Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Derek could not have imagined how his morning was going to go!

When he’d arrived for the hike with Eric and Dane, he’d expected some chat whilst they walked followed by lunch and a couple of beers. He hadn’t imagined that Eric and Dane would cancel, nor that he’d do the hike alone, nor that he’d decide to get naked and then walk away and leave his clothes. 

And he definitely couldn’t have foreseen that other people would appear in the woods whilst he was butt naked and several minutes away from his clothes, still hard as a rock, completely panicked, and inexplicably, still horny as hell. 

The biggest problem was that Derek had no idea where the person or people were coming from. He wanted to run back towards his clothes, but he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t run straight into whoever was nearby. 

Not wanting to risk it, Derek looked around him and spotted a small alcove of bushes where he could squat down and hopefully hide from view. 

The sound of someone or multiple someones stepping through the woods and crunching over the undergrowth got louder. 

Derek’s cock pulsed in time with his erratic heartbeat, and he couldn’t believe his body was still getting off on this whilst his mind was in a complete panic. What if he got caught? What if they called the cops? What if he ended up on some sort of register? 

The footsteps grew closer, and Derek was relieved to realise that it was only one person: a guy from the sounds of the heavy footsteps slamming into the ground. He was humming to himself, a deep baritone. 

From where I was squatting in the alcove, Derek could just make out a white t-shirt and tanned muscular arms as the guy walked past. 

As the sound of his footsteps softened to nothing, Derek let go of a breath that he didn’t realise he’d been holding. 

The guy was gone. 

He hadn’t been caught. 

He could get to his clothes, get dressed and get the hell out of there before he did anything else stupid. 

Derek stepped out of the alcove and back on to the path, his ears pricked for the slightest sound of anyone being nearby. Moving as quickly and quietly as he could, Derek rushed along the path, praying that every corner he rounded would be the one with the tree and his clothes. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Derek spotted it, the tall oak with his clothes and his sneakers in a heap at the bottom. Derek breathed a sigh of relief after the number of scenarios that had raced through his head about his clothes not being there. 

Derek yanked on his polo shirt, pulled on his briefs and pulled up his shorts before buttoning them and then shoving his feet back into his sneakers. His cock protested against being pushed into his tight briefs, but Derek couldn’t risk being caught. 

“Crisis averted,” he muttered to himself, before heading back towards the layby where he’d left his car. 

The heat was nearing a point of being unbearable as Derek trekked through the woods, the tree cover providing little in the way of coolness now. His briefs were wedged between his cheeks again and his thighs were chafing against his shorts. 

It had felt so much better when he was naked. He had felt free. The feeling of the slight breeze playing across his chest, over his ass and across his cock and balls had felt incredible.

As he’d walked fully clothed, his dick had calmed down, but as he started to think about how good it had felt being naked, his dick twitched back to life, growing and pushing against the inside of his briefs. 

Derek couldn’t help but regret that he hadn’t jerked off earlier on. When he’d been naked and away from his clothes, his dick fully erect and bobbing in front of him, he wished he’d stroked it, given himself over to that incredible feeling of freedom and let himself cum all over the forest floor. 

Fuck, that would have felt good. 

Derek entered the wooded area that was just on the other side of the layby where he’d left his car. As he pushed through the narrow path of trees and got his first glimpse of his car, he hesitated. 

What if he stripped off again? What if he got naked and let himself jerk off and cum? After all the build-up today, it wouldn’t take long and that feeling would be incredible. 

Looking out on the layby fully, Derek could see another car parked near his, which he assumed belonged to the guy he saw, but he hadn’t heard him since he’d walked past. Surely, he’d have enough time to strip down and jerk off before he came back. 

Not wanting to give himself a chance to second guess his choice, Derek yanked off his shirt as he moved back under the tree cover and into that first wooded area. He tossed his shirt at the base of a weedy looking pine tree before toeing off his sneakers and unbuttoning his shorts. He strained to hear if the other guy was anywhere close, but satisfied he was alone, Derek pushed his shorts and briefs to his ankles, his cock slapping against his stomach as it came free. 

Throwing his clothes and sneakers together, Derek stifled a moan of pleasure at that incredible feeling of freedom. 

Fuck, it felt so good to be naked and outdoors. 

The head of his cock was glistening with precum, and Derek decided that he needed a little more of a rush before he came. He wanted some distance from his clothes again. 

Not wanting to walk back the way he’d been earlier, Derek took a right path and headed to the edge of the wooded area. If the other guy came back, Derek wouldn’t get caught, and it meant he was a couple of minutes away from his clothes, which would feel incredible. 

Derek looked back, no longer able to see the tree where his clothes sat, and that feeling was more than enough to have him reaching for his cock. He moaned as he wrapped his hand around it, feeling it throb against his fingers. 

“Ah fuck,” he whispered as he started to slowly jerk his cock, his free hand going straight for his nipples like it always did. 

It felt euphoric to Derek as he stood there, butt naked, in the woods, stroking his cock and riding one of the best highs he’d ever had. 

His precum coated his hand as he increased his pace, his hips thrusting his dick into his slicked palm as he panted for breath, his orgasm building in his core, his balls pulling tight against his body. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck!” 

Derek couldn’t keep himself quiet as his orgasm crested and cum erupted from his dick, the first shot hitting a tree a couple of feet away, the second splashing on to this bare foot, the third dribbling down his thigh. He took deep breathes as he milked every last drop from his cock, before taking his sticky fingers to his mouth and slowly, hungrily, licking them clean. 

Without a doubt, he had never experienced such a wild and insane orgasm.

And he wanted more! 

Deciding he needed to get back to his clothes and get out of there before the other guy returned, Derek headed back towards the layby, his mind already racing, wondering when he could return. 

He was in such a fucked out of his brains state that he couldn’t quite comprehend what he was seeing when he reached the small pine tree. 

His sneakers and his polo shirt were sat at the base of the tree, but his shorts and briefs were gone, replaced by what looked like a receipt, his car keys placed neatly next to them. 

Derek looked around before bending down and picking up the piece of paper. It was a Walmart receipt with something scribbled in biro on the back. 

“If you want your shorts and your briefs back, you’ll be back here next Sunday. You can leave your clothes by this tree. I’ll find you after that.” 

Derek yanked on his polo shirt and pushed his feet into his sneakers before grabbing his keys. Someone had stolen his shorts and briefs, and they knew he was out here naked. What if they’d seen what he was doing? He assumed it was the guy from earlier, but what if it wasn’t? 

It was then that Derek heard the roar of an engine coming from the layby and when he peeked through the trees, he saw the car from earlier driving away. 

Derek pulled his shirt down over his softening cock and ran to his car. 

The big question was, would he go back next week? Or would he let his shorts and briefs go and try to forget the whole thing ever happened?

Should Derek go back? Let me know what you think in the comments!