NOTES: This is my entry in the Nude Day story Contest 2022, so I’d really appreciate it if you could take the time to vote. It is a stand-alone story featuring my recurring Oz Beach Boy character, Matt: a muscular, well-hung 25-year-old exhibitionist. This story features CFNM, ENF, enforced, voluntary and accidental male and female nudity, female-of-male body worship and humiliation, and Sex scenes. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction.

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It was a broiling, steamy, horridly Hot summer’s night in Sydney, Australia. I was completely naked.

Sweat dripped off my muscular body like water gushing furiously down a chiselled cliff face.

I’m a 25-year-old Sex addicted male exhibitionist, and I Love nothing more than stripping nude for happy, eager women.

I like to show off at the beach in my skimpy Speedos, and sunbathe nude at the secluded bays and rocky inlets near my home on Sydney’s coast.

I spend hours training, with the principal goal of simply looking as good as I can naked.

Thankfully, I’m very well hung, with a cock that hangs at 23cm flaccid and rises to a full 31cm erect.

I am also a hopeless narcissist, and the very wondered of women looking at me in the nude gets me instantly Hot.

On this sauna-like summer’s night at 11:30pm, however, my Love of getting naked in front of women had gotten me into a lot of trouble.

Sweat dripped down my face as I ran after the two young Brazilian women who had stolen my clothes.

My gigantic cock slapped back and forth ridiculously across my muscled thighs. My massive balls jiggled up and down like two hard-boiled eggs in a plastic bag.

The young Brazilian women were way too far ahead for me to catch. I could hear them laughing loudly, and I could see my shorts, t-shirt and Speedos bundled up in their hands.

The women’s wild cackling continued as they got closer to the cliff that they were desperately running towards.

“Hurry, Bruna…we’re nearly there,” I heard one bellow loudly in her thick Brazilian accent. “We can throw his clothes off the cliff!”

“I’m coming, Beatriz,” the other replied breathlessly.

I finally made it to within a few metres of Bruna and Beatriz, who had stopped running and now looked at me with smug, lascivious smiles on their attractive faces.

Bruna and Beatriz were standing in a park at the edge of a coastal cliff, panting heavily from my pursuit.

Sweaty and exhausted, they held my clothes tight in their fists, and prepared to hurl them over the edge.

“You like showing off your beautiful nude body?” Bruna sneered in her thick accent. “Well, we’ll make it very easy for you! No clothes for you, naked boy!”

Bruna cackled, wound back her arm with a flourish, and then threw my t-shirt over the edge of the cliff. I watched forlorn as it sailed off into the darkness.

“Can I have my clothes back…please?” I asked desperately and covered my crotch with my right hand. “Please?”

I absolutely Love being naked in front of women, but I like doing it on my terms. I don’t like being stranded in public without my clothes.

It had happened before [See story: “Oz Beach Boy Pantsed By Joggers”], and though it admittedly turned me on, it also terrified me.

“Oh, now you cover your big pau?” Beatriz laughed. “You made sure we had a good look at the rock pool when you took off your swimsuit, no?”

“What’s wrong now?” Bruna added. “You no like being the naked boy anymore?”

With that, Bruna laughed maniacally and then hurled my shorts over the edge of the cliff. They too went sailing off hopelessly into the thick darkness.

“Please,” I pleaded with the smiling Beatriz, who clutched my wet Speedos. “You were checking me out…I didn’t think you’d mind if I swam nude! I thought you’d like it!”

“You are a flasher…a pervert, no?” Beatriz asked. “You should ask a lady if she wants to see your body. Just because we like to see you in your swimsuit, it doesn’t mean we want to see your pau!”

With a satisfied, almost evil smile, Beatriz tossed my Speedos over the edge of the cliff too. In an instant, they were gone, lost to the darkness of the night sky.

I was now out in public as naked as the day I was born, totally and embarrassingly bare-arse except for my wrist watch.

My heart sank, and the sweat poured off me with even greater intensity, running down my muscled torso in thick, heavy rivulets. My cock hung limply between my trembling thighs.

“Maybe now you think twice about flashing your body, no?” Bruna said while pointing at my naked crotch. “Ask a lady before you pull out that ridiculous pau.”

“I can’t believe this,” I said and hung my head in embarrassment. “You’ve left me here naked.”

“Yes, we have,” Beatriz replied. “You will walk all the way home naked…maybe you learn a lesson, no? You walk in shame, naked boy.”

With a naughty smile, Bruna and Beatriz walked off laughing, their heads tilted back in pure amusement.

My clothes were gone, now adrift somewhere in the ocean. Naked and alone, I was a long, potentially dangerous, 30-minute walk from home.

My constant burning desperation to show off my nude body had landed me in a world of hurt.

I’d honestly believed the two giggling Brazilian women would have enjoyed seeing me naked, but I was profoundly wrong.

The minute I’d hit the cool, refreshing water of the secluded rock pool, Bruna and Beatriz grabbed my clothes and ran. They got way too much of a head begin for me to catch them.

Totally nude, I desperately needed to discover something to cover myself with for the long journey home.

My best option was the now largely deserted beach, which had been packed with people all day.

This offered the possibility of forgotten beach towels, dropped clothes, and discarded gear of all varieties.

Even at this time of night, there would still be people on the beach, but the enveloping darkness of the sand and sea remained my best option.

The alternative was to walk off through the park and take a wholly indirect and far longer route home.

With the warm air on my nude body, I cupped my cock and balls and moved at pace toward the beach.

I remained thankfully unseen as the sand finally crunched under my bare feet and the smell of the ocean hit my nostrils.

I desperately scanned the sand looking for any sort of towel or clothing, but I couldn’t see anything useful.

Then, in the darkness, I heard the unmistakable sound of feminine giggling. This would normally have been music to my perverted ears, filled as it often is with sexual possibility.

On this night, however, it was more likely a harbinger of either danger or further embarrassment.

I looked warily to my right, and was greeted with a truly ravishing sight. Two women emerged clumsily from the dark water of the ocean, obviously enjoying a late night swim.

As they walked out of the gentle surf, I soon realised that the two women were actually completely naked.

One woman spotted me and instantly laughed. She grabbed her friend’s arm and pointed in my direction.

The women looked to be in their mid-twenties, and they both doubled over in laughter at the sight of my nude body.

“We’re not the only ones skinny dipping tonight, huh?” one of the women giggled in a thick Swedish accent. “It’s so Hot, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s steamy,” I smiled. “The water’s great…I’m Matt, by the way.”

“I’m Maria,” said the first woman. “This is Eva.”

“Yes, it’s lovely,” Eva said, also in a thick Swedish accent. “I feel so much better now.”

Maria and Eva were tall and tanned with big, heavy, fleshy bodies. Their breasts were big and full; their hips were large and rounded; and rolls of fat pooled around their mid-sections.

Surprisingly, both women sported a large thatch of light pubic hair between their erotically thick thighs.

Their shoulder length blonde hair was wet and slicked back from their wide but very attractive faces.

Also surprisingly, Maria and Eva looked only briefly at my nude body. They looked me up and down casually, and lingered on my exposed cock and balls for a few moments, but seemingly more out of simple curiosity.

“You have a very big one,” Maria smiled and pointed at my dick. “You’re lucky we’re not into guys…”

“Yeah, we would be grabbing and tugging at that thing!” Eva laughed loudly. “If you were a woman, we could have had a threesome on the sand!”

“Oh,” I said with surprise. “You ladies are together?”

“Yes, Eva has been licking my Pussy for about three years now,” Maria giggled. “You thought you got lucky when two naked Swedish girls walked out of the water, huh? Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” I smiled. “You make a very attractive couple!”

“Well, thank you,” Eva said with a smile. “That’s very nice of you to say.”

Maria and Eva seemed like nice, sweet-natured girls, and I wondered they might have been able to help me out of this mess in some way.

“Um…I have to admit that someone has actually stolen my clothes,” I smiled. “I was hoping I might find a lost towel or something on the beach.”

Maria and Eva giggled wildly at my predicament. Their bodies shook with amusement, which made their heavy, naked breasts wobble and slam together.

The loose flesh of their bare hips and exposed butts jiggled uncontrollably as they laughed.

The Swedish women were highly, visibly amused, but they also seemed somewhat sympathetic.

“You’ve got nothing?” Maria laughed. “Not a stitch?”

“No, this is it,” I frowned, and held up my arms by sides with a shrug.

I then led into a milder, more sympathetic version of the truth. “I was swimming nude in the rock pool over there and two girls thought it would be funny to steal my clothes,” I said. “Now here I am.”

“Wow,” Eva giggled. “No phone? No money?”

“No,” I replied. “It was just a quick swim, so I didn’t bring my wallet or phone. I didn’t even bring a towel. My keys are in my mailbox at home.”

“Where do you live?” Maria asked. “Do you have far to go?”

“I’m about a 30-minute walk away,” I said hopefully. “You couldn’t give me a lift home, by any chance?”

“Oh, we are tourists…we came here on the bus,” Maria said. “You seem nice, but we don’t want to get involved. You could be a naked serial killer!”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Maria…we could at least give Matt a towel,” Eva said helpfully and looked at me with a smile.

“Okay, okay…would a towel help?” Maria asked. “It would be better than running around with that silly big thing dangling around your legs.”

“Oh my god,” I sighed. “That would be amazing.”

Maria and Eva walked toward their small pile of belongings on the sand, and I followed hopefully.

Eva reached down and then handed me a small red-and-black patterned beach towel, which I quickly wrapped around my waist.

“Thank you so much,” I smiled, uncharacteristically happy to be covered up in front of two attractive nude women. “This is very kind of you.”

“That’s okay,” Eva said. “I’m sorry we can’t do more, but we have to consider our own safety.”

“Good luck, Matt,” Maria smiled. “I hope you make it home safely. Protect your penis!”

“Thank you so much,” I laughed, and walked up the beach, the cool sand squeaking under my bare feet. “I really appreciate this.”

With my cock, balls and butt now concealed by Eva’s small beach towel, I moved across the sand with a renewed sense of confidence and comfort, and left the two naked women to get dressed.

As I breathed in the Hot night air, I internally thanked the lovely Maria and Eva, two naked Swedish lesbians and late night angels.

The protection of the towel meant that I could take basically the most direct route home, which was right past a large pub and a strip of restaurants that ran right off the beach and toward a main road.

I was still quite a sight in just my towel at close to midnight on a Saturday, but at least I wouldn’t be breaking any actual laws.

I moved quickly up the darkness of the sand and then finally onto the cool concrete of the far more well-lit promenade.

I walked quickly down the street opposite the pub and restaurants, with a busy car park to my left.

Thankfully, I’d been able to move forward without being spotted by anyone, until a car drove slowly beside me for a few moments.

I looked up to see that the car was full of women who looked to be in their early twenties. All of the windows were wound down, and four sets of deep brown eyes looked out at me.

The young women looked to be of Middle Eastern appearance, and they were all smiling at me while shamelessly looking my near nude body up and down.

When they saw that I’d spotted them looking at me, the young women all started laughing.

Rather than quietening the young women down, being spotted actually emboldened them even more.

“Nice outfit,” said the woman in the front passenger seat. “It suits you.”

“You’ve got a Hot rig, bro’,” said a bushy eye-browed girl in the backseat. “You always walk around in a towel at night?”

“Um, I just went for a swim,” I replied. “It’s so Hot…I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, ladies.”

“Trouble?” laughed the girl in the front passenger seat. “We’re not gonna give you any trouble, bro’. We just want to get a good look at your Hot body.”

“I bet he’s got a monster cock,” screamed another girl sitting in the backseat. “He’s got a whopper down there!”

“Show us your dick, bro’!” laughed the bushy eye-browed girl in the backseat. “Give us a look! Let us see it!”

Even though I was stranded and near naked, I couldn’t withstand a group of young women actually asking to see my cock. I was a shameless exhibitionist.

“Really?” I smiled. “You want to see it? Here?”

“Of course we want to see it,” smiled the girl in the front passenger seat. “We’re girls! Give us a little peek, baby.”

I looked around to check if there was anyone watching us, but it looked like our sexy little interaction was going unnoticed.

With a big, sleazy smile, I quickly pulled the towel aside and let the girls have a good look at my cock.

At the sight of my long, thick, veiny, uncircumcised phallus, the young women screamed and hooted with laughter before reaching for their phones.

“Look at the size of it,” screamed the other girl in the back. “It’s nearly down to his knees!”

While laughing, the young women pointed their phones directly at my naughtily exposed cock to get a close-up image.

After a few giggling moments, they were all done, and the girls laughingly put their phones back in their pockets.

“See ya, donkey dick,” laughed the young woman in the front passenger seat. “Thanks for the show, bro’. You’ve got a cute cock.”

With the loud, rude laughter of the young women still pealing out in the night air, the car sped away down the street.

I realised too late that I probably should have asked the laughing women for a lift home.

The girls would likely have molested me in the car, but it was still a missed opportunity. It could have been fun too.

Disappointed with myself and still nervous, I continued my trek home. I walked to the end of the street, and crossed a busy road, which prompted a few whistles and shouts from the many cars driving by.

I then slid away into the darkness of the largely residential streets that would eventually lead to the safety of my apartment complex.

I walked the quiet back streets quickly and quietly, waiting in darkness to cross the road when there were no cars driving by.

I listened intently for any sounds, and constantly scanned around for any people.

Then, in the darkness, I heard the sound of people talking and laughing a little further ahead, and hoped that it was just noise from inside one of the many houses on the quiet suburban street.

But as I quickened my pace, I took a fast sidelong glance to my right, and spotted a group of four Anglo-Aussie women.

They looked to be aged in their thirties, and they were sitting around the front of a house talking and drinking.

I sucked in a few deep breaths as my nerves again began to jangle and fray. I could sense that I was once again in trouble.

“Check out this fuckin’ bloke,” I heard a slurred, obviously drunken female voice ring out from behind me. “He’s running around in a fuckin’ towel.”

“That’s weird,” I heard another even more slurred voice carry through the darkness. “He looks like a cutie too.”

I looked back to see that the four women had moved from the front of the house and onto the footpath.

In the half-light, I could see that the women were lean and average height, and dressed casually in shorts and t-shirts.

One of the women, however, was shorter and curvier, with dark, curly hair. Her big breasts were barely supported by a small bikini top, and her wide hips strained against a pair of tight denim shorts.

“Let’s get that towel off him and see what he’s got on underneath,” another drunken voice bellowed from behind me. “And if he’s got cossies on, we’ll rip them off too!”

“Let’s get him, girls,” I heard another woman yell in rousing fashion. “Let’s get that towel!”

I gulped in fear. I heard the chilling sound of footsteps slapping on concrete, and I looked nervously over my shoulder.

The four drunken women were indeed making chase, and they were heading right in my direction.

I turned and ran. I worked my arms and legs furiously, but my right knee had been damaged a couple of years ago, which slowed me down considerably.

I still moved quickly, but I could hear the four drunken women quickly gaining on me.

I looked back over my shoulder again to see that one of the women had already given up the chase.

Hacking and coughing, she was doubled over and vomiting loudly into the gutter. Alcohol and sprinting were never good bedfellows, and this woman had obviously paid the price.

In the half-light, I then saw the curvier woman in the bikini top stumble awkwardly on the uneven footpath.

She listed harshly to the left, which shockingly prompted her big, sloppy breasts to literally flop sideways out of her loose and unsupportive bikini.

Large and far from firm, the woman’s tits bounced around hilariously and slapped all over the flesh of her wobbling torso.

“Oh, fuck…my tits,” I heard the hapless woman scream. “My fuckin’ knockers fell out. The prick saw my fuckin’ knockers!”

The suddenly topless woman then stopped completely and attempted to corral her big, fleshy breasts back into her bikini top, but they kept flopping back out.

With one of the women hopelessly vomiting and another valiantly attempting to get control of her enormously errant boobs, I was now only being pursued by two women, but they were fast and grimly determined.

“We’re gonna get you, mate,” the woman taking up the rear yelled. “That towel’s coming off! Get it, Mel!”

“I’m trying, Loz! We’re gonna see your bum!” Mel screamed breathlessly. “And your willy too!”

Though aroused by the fact that two women were chasing me down the street to denude me, excitement was far outweighed by fear.

If these crazed women did indeed get the towel, I would once again be fully nude. This could, of course, bring the cops into the picture, and god knows what else.

Running naked around a coastal Sydney suburb was a great sexual fantasy, but a far less enticing reality.

In short, I was terrified, and the two women were gaining on me. I looked over my shoulder.

Loz was lingering way behind, but the far quicker Mel was getting closer to me with alarming speed.

Mel’s long hair swept back from her attractive face as she ran, and I couldn’t help noticing how furiously her tits moved around under her skimpy singlet.