Nude Rider

The theme of most of my stories is my exhibitionist tendencies and the stories associated with my nude escapades and a little ding-dong, they're all true and I try to recall them faithfully as a fun reminder for myself but also in the hopes that they're amusing in some way to you the reader, that's the hope at least, I suspect that some people will read my posts and just assume me to be some awful pervert. I'm really not, at least I hope I'm not!

I have always enjoyed the prospect of a naked challenge, something that forces me out of my comfort zone, I suppose in many other people, this manifests itself in addictions, whether they be adrenaline, alcohol, gambling or any other activity that consumes a disproportionate volume of their time, for me, I like to be naked, exposed and vulnerable and this short story is no different.

I was nearing the end of my ride, it was at night and I was just a couple of miles from my house but I knew the last section was going to be the tricky bit as it was mostly along the road and of course, I was totally naked apart from a pair of shoes. At this point I was still on the relatively quite trail that ran through the country park, it was quiet and I was calm but I paused for a moment as though to manifest some clothes for myself... As I pedalled along, I will admit that I was second guessing myself, "why do I do this to myself" I pondered...

The evening started normally just a regular Saturday afternoon that blended into the evening, it was autumn time and the nights were slowly drawing down and it was starting to get a little cooler, I had no plans, nothing much to occupy me and my mind wandered to the possibility of going out naked, it was still a little busy so I thought more on the idea. The more I thought, the more I considered going for a nude bike ride, right from my home and the longer I cooked the idea the more it seemed like I not only could, but SHOULD go through with this plan.

I already had a ready made route in mind, I had ridden it 100x albeit fully clothed so while I waited for a suitable time, I got the bike out, made sure I had a light and revved myself up for tonight's challenge which should see me nude for about 1hr 30min or there about. I was excited but also nervous, its a feeling that doesn't translate to words easily but in a non-nude context, it is similar to the feeling when you really want to ask someone out or when you were young, standing on the big diving board getting ready to jump, it is a good feeling! Unfortunate side effects of this are a bit of a nervous sweat that has quite a specific odour and the fight-or-flight instinct that causes my penis to contract.

If you're familiar with my other works, you will know what is coming but if this is the first time you've read my piece, a brief description of myself doesn't hurt the rest of the story. I'm quite tall, 185cm approximately, reasonably slim build at around 85-90kg and possibly most noticeably, I am the proud owner of a micro-penis, my erect size is irrelevant for this story but soft is usually well below 5cm, in addition, I maintain a consistent grooming routing that see's me smooth, year round. now that you have that picture in mind, we should continue.

In the house I wonder if I really should do this and I ask myself "come on, do you REALLY NEED to do this?" and as if to vindicate my decision to proceed, I flip a coin. Standing at the end of the driveway, still obscured from the road, totally naked with my bike is extra nerve wracking, at this point I'm still not totally committed, I could bail and this is such a strong desire but also, I know I really want to do this so, after the distant cars pass by, I gingerly sneak out into the exposure, it's about 9pm, in the area where I live this is pretty quiet. The house is locked, I'm naked outdoors, there is nothing to stop me, I hesitate momentarily before swinging a leg over and setting off.

I'm nervous and can barely believe I'm actually doing it, I pedal along in near silence before hearing the first car approach, there is absolutely no way I can hide or shy away at this point, for the first section of the ride I'm entirely exposed and on the road, my mind racing the car has passed before I really process it and I'm back to pedalling in solitude once more, peace returns to my racing mind though I have been naked outdoors what feels like a million times, I still can't believe I'm riding my bike like this.

A few more cars witness the spectacle that is my nudity, there is little I can do to conceal myself as such, I don't attempt to and before too long, I pull off the main road and onto a quieter suburban street, there is only a small section of the main road to re-join before I can turn off and enter the country park which was really my main objective for this ride out. Without stopping, I pedal out and quickly make my way down the road, it feels like more cars than I anticipated but I suspect my imagination made it seem busier than I hoped. I knew setting off that I would be "seen" and I assumed it would be minimal, it wasn't rush hour but there were many more than my optimistic assumption!

Finally I turned into the gravel track that would lead me to the country park, it is a place I am super familiar with and it felt good to pedal along in the chill evening air brushing against my bare skin. The gravel track ran for about 3 miles to the grassy trails of the park, there are a few remote houses along this track though I have rarely seen their inhabitants even in the daylight so did not expect to see a car moving towards me, the unlit road meant they had their brightest lights on, they were coming towards me and I had no means to avoid them, the track was sufficiently narrow that one of us would need to come to a stop to allow the other to pass by safely. the car stopped a little way ahead of me, now totally illuminated pedalling towards them.

I could see the occupants were 4 mid 20's ish girls and they were laughing, in many ways I was relieved they were amused and didn't feel threatened by the prospect of a naked man in their midst. I could see them filming me and the laughter continued as I passed by when one shouted "you forgot your dick!". humiliated, I quickly pedalled off into the dark lane behind them. It was a funny encounter but it was a sobering realisation that I was now quite a long way from home and a long way from safety.

A the gravel track came to an end, I paused for a moment to take a quick drink and curiously wanted to see what state of shrinkage I was at. Now, if any man has ever ridden a bike, they know that the pressure of the saddle on the perineum tend to restrict blood flow to the penis, naturally, this causes it to be very limp and shrink, this happens even while wearing clothes, naked, cold and nervous, the shrinkage was total, it had created a situation where my balls had retracted and because I am not circumcised, my penis had completely retracted, it was quite a "look"!

The trails of the country park were all totally deserted, it was the feeling I was after, I wanted a nude ride, I hadn't set out to be a freak show! I had fun riding the routes I was so familiar with yet it felt fresh and exciting to be doing it naked but I felt a little nervous as the route I had ridden started to draw to its conclusion and I neared the gravel track that would lead me back to the roads near my house, thankfully, the gravel road was clear and I didn't repeat my outward journey but my anxiety started to rise as I came closer to the roads, I had no safer alternate routes home, it was just a couple of miles and I would be home and dry. I pedalled out once more into the full exposure.

I felt more aware of myself this time, perhaps the adrenaline of the earlier exposure had worn off, perhaps it was because for the last hour I'd been riding safely concealed by the darkness or perhaps it was because I was a little slower than before but either way I felt very vulnerable and exposed now as I rode along, more conscious of the passing cars and bus, glancing down, my penis was still completely retracted and felt very visible, I was relieved to turn off onto the quieter side road, there was still no place for me to hide and gather myself, but I was less likely to be seen by so many people for a few moments at least.

As I popped back out to the main road, I knew I was nearly home, less than 1 mile separated me from safety! As I pedalled as fast as I could several cars passed by in either direction and one from behind waited to safely pass me, or so I thought... Rather than pass by they flanked me and matched my speed, the occupants laughing and giggling as they filmed my moment of shame, luckily they soon drove off and as my house came into view I sped up and disappeared into the shadows.

I quickly put my bike away and sat in the garden, I felt a mixture of nerves and excitement but also I felt ashamed and humiliated, this was a ride I did some time ago when fewer people had seen me and I was less comfortable. Sitting in the garden shaking with nerves my mind raced and I was so scared that the pictures or videos taken of me would surface and out me. I felt so scared and embarrassed I couldn't process what I had actually done and somewhat pathetically, I sat naked in the garden a little teary eyed...

By the time I calmed myself and went into the house, took a shower and made a drink, my mind was still furiously racing but now I felt somewhat triumphant at my accomplishment, looking back now as I write this, it feels a little comical that I inflicted such an emotional rollercoaster upon myself!

I hope you enjoy this fun story.