Oz Beach Boy's Nude Car Ride

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in the

Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024

, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score.

Though this story follows on directly from my previous entry "Oz Beach Boy Strips For Rival Fans", it is very much a stand-alone story and can definitely be read on its own.

This story sees my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) being taken on an involuntary nude journey through the city by a cheeky female ride-share driver.

This story features CFNM, enforced male stripping, body worship, humiliation, mild femdom, groping, and a sex scene. This is a complete work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

I am endeavouring to gradually write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Exhibitionist & Voyeur".

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It was a cold winter's night in Sydney, Australia. I was alone on a quiet, deserted street...with nothing but my mobile phone, my wallet, and my underpants.

After a big game nearby, I'd been forced to publicly strip nude and jerk off by a group of rival female rugby league fans. The only sympathetic member of the group took pity on me and gave me back my underpants, wallet and phone, which prompted a huge sigh of relief from me...being on the street with my dick out and no way of getting home did not appeal to me, not at all.

The cold winter air bit hard into my fully exposed back as I hunched over and swiped nervously and hurriedly through my phone, checking my various ride-share apps to determine the best and quickest pick-up times. There was a longer wait on the more popular Uber and Didi apps, so I opted for a relatively new player in the market called Wheel.

I hit the "Confirm Pickup" button, and after a few seconds' wait, was very happily informed that my driver Chelsea would be there to pick me up in just two minutes in a white Toyota Corolla. The note was accompanied by a small pic of an attractive, slightly overweight woman likely in her forties with big glasses, a big smile, and bundles of big, blonde, curly hair.

I was now one step closer to getting home, and I was ecstatic. Though I had actually been left stranded naked in public before, I never liked the situation, and it made me extremely nervous. I'm no stranger to peculiar, kinky, sexual scenarios, but running through the streets in the nude is not high up on my favourites list. I like it dirty and sexy, but I like to be safe too...at least to some extent.

I'm nearly always up for sex, or pretty much anything sexual. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm almost certainly a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"]

After losing all my clothes -- or rather,

nearly

all my clothes -- to a horde of female Rabbitohs fans, I really just wanted to get home. Would I turn down a little sexual activity if it came my way? Not likely, but for once, it wasn't at the top of my to-do list.

I wrapped my heavily muscled arms around my bare torso, attempting to shield myself from the cold. I was a little concerned that my Wheel driver was a woman, but this was a rough part of the city, and I just wanted to get out of there before I got myself into more trouble. I hoped Chelsea wouldn't have a problem with my startling state of undress.

As I stamped my bare feet up and down in a futile effort to keep warm, I saw a set of headlights in the distance, and after a few more moments, a white Toyota Corolla veered in toward the curb, and then expertly pulled up in front of me. The passenger side window wound down, and the female driver leaned over and looked at me with a bemused smile.

"Are you Matt?" the Wheel driver asked, and tried not to stare at my bulging crotch too obviously.

"Yes, that's me," I replied. "You're Chelsea, my Wheel driver?"

"Yep, I am," Chelsea said with a look of befuddled curiosity. "Why are you standing in the street in the middle of winter in nothing but your Reg Grundy's?"

"It's a long story," I replied, amused and charmed by Chelsea's use of rhyming slang. "Can I get in?"

"Am I safe?" Chelsea asked with a smile. "You're not some kind of weirdo? I'm not gonna get raped or anything?"

"No, absolutely not," I responded, quickly opting not to tell the

whole

, very dirty story. "My clothes got taken by a gang of Rabbitohs fans...they left me here like this...it's their idea of a joke, I guess."

"Fucking Rabbitohs fans," Chelsea muttered and shook her head. "I'm a Dragons fan myself. Get in, Matt...I'll get you out of here."

I slid quickly into the backseat of the Toyota Corolla, and was immediately enveloped by a sense of warmth and safety. It was nice and toasty inside the car, and being out of the cold night air felt amazing.

"I'll turn the air con up for you," Chelsea said. "You must be freezing. They really left you out there like that?"

"Yeah, they were pretty merciless," I replied, my teeth chattering almost uncontrollably. "Rabbitohs fans' idea of a joke. It's not too funny if you ask me."

"Well, we'll get you warmed up and we'll get you home," Chelsea said with a cheeky giggle, and then looked at me in the rearview mirror as she pulled away from the curb, "eventually."

"Great, thanks," I said cheerfully, a little concerned about what Chelsea meant by "eventually."

As we drove off, I sat comfortably in the backseat, the incessant chattering of my teeth slowly easing as the warming air con got my body back to a steadier temperature. The previously hard-charging adrenaline pumping through my veins also slowed as I finally calmed down and relaxed.

I did, however, notice Chelsea continually checking me out in the rearview mirror, her big, blue eyes wide behind her glasses with seeming excitement and enthusiasm. It of course wasn't exactly typical for a ride-share driver to be ferrying a passenger around in their underwear, so it was certainly understandable that Chelsea would keep looking at me.

This blonde forty-something, however, was

really

checking me out...I felt like a Christmas turkey about to be devoured. Plain to see in the rearview mirror, Chelsea's eyes trained up and down my heavily muscled body, and thirstily settled multiple times on the very large bulge in the front of my ridiculous underpants.

"I like your undies," Chelsea finally said of my tight-fitting bikini briefs, which had the Roosters logo right over the huge bulge of my dick with the words "Number # 1 Rooster" emblazoned beneath it. "You really are a Roosters fan, huh?"

"Yeah...yeah, I am," I responded with a smile. "They were a gift... they're a joke."

"They're cute," Chelsea said with a giggle. "Geez, it's not every day a guy gets into your car dressed like you...and with that body. Wow..."

Now I was really starting to feel like Chelsea wasn't perhaps just a sweet, helpful ride-share driver happy to get me home and out of a jam. Though I certainly didn't feel like I'd gone from the frying pan and into the fire, I did start to get a little nervous. After all, I was pretty much at Chelsea's mercy.

"Oh, thanks," I said with a smile. "That's very kind."

"You work out a lot?" Chelsea asked, looking at my near-nude body again in the rearview mirror. "Muscles like that don't just happen naturally."

"No, I work out a lot," I replied. "I spend a lot of time training in the gym and doing physical activity. I work hard at it."

"Well, the results speak for themselves," Chelsea shot back with a wink in the rearview mirror. "You could be a model or movie star...or you could show yourself like the guys I see on the internet."

"The guys you see on the internet?" I shot back cheekily.

"Oh, my god," Chelsea said with a laugh, obviously realising she'd slipped and revealed something a little naughty about herself. "How embarrassing...look, I've been single for a long time, so sometimes I look at guys...um...doing things...on the internet...um, without their pants."

"Oh, I see," I responded with a casual shrug. "Don't be embarrassed, Chelsea. We've all done that sort of thing at one time or another... don't sweat it."

"You look better than most of those guys anyway," Chelsea said with a giggle, "and I've got you in my car...in your undies...I can't believe it!"

"It's happening," I responded with a smile. "You can thank those Rabbitohs fans! That's why I'm here."

"Yeah, yeah," Chelsea said quietly, as if she was lost in thought while looking at the road ahead. "You're here...you know, Matt, I don't really believe in coincidence...you got into my car for a reason...and now I've got you right where I want you."

"Oh, right," I said, suddenly nervous. "This is starting to sound a little sinister...am I the one who should be worried?"

"Don't worry, Matt," Chelsea said quickly and with what seemed like real sincerity. "I won't hurt you, I promise. But I would like to have some fun with you, that's for sure. Your smooth, muscular body is just incredible...you're so handsome and sexy...and one tiny little garment away from complete nudity."

"I'd really like to get home after what I've been through tonight," I said quietly. "It's all been pretty embarrassing and a bit frightening. It's humiliating having your clothes stolen and being exposed like that."

"I'll get you home, Matt, don't you worry about that," Chelsea said. "We might just take the looooooong way though. That hot body of yours deserves to be seen! I'm gonna take you on a little tour... I'm gonna show you off like the prime exhibit in a travelling circus."

"Oh, my god," I mumbled quietly. "I don't believe this...I just want to go home."

"Don't worry," Chelsea smiled wickedly at me in the rearview mirror. "You'll get home, but like I said, just not straight away. I've got a handsome young man in my car in his undies... I'm gonna take advantage of that situation."

All of a sudden, Chelsea turned the wheel and slid into a quiet side street. With the effortless ease of someone who spends a lot of time behind the wheel, the curly-haired ride-share driver then slid expertly into a parking spot. Chelsea then turned around in the front seat to face me. I noticed that she was wearing a weird purple hoodie with a big picture of a cat on it.

"Now," Chelsea said with a big, excited smile, "you are going to take off your little panties for me, and then we're going to drive around for a while with you in your birthday suit."

"What?" I asked loudly, totally shocked by what Chelsea had just said. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Chelsea replied. "I am serious. We're going to drive around the city and let the women of Sydney see you in the nuddy. It's gonna be fun, Matt."

"Why?" I asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you seem like you're a bit up yourself, and I want to make you squirm," Chelsea replied with a very strange smile. "Plus, I just think it will be really, really funny...and kinda hot too. You're such a hunk."

"This is really uncool," I responded meekly. "It's not fair."

"Well, do you really want to get out of the car?" Chelsea asked with a smug, knowing smile. "That's your other option, sexy boy. You're lucky I got your ride...God knows what some other people might do to you. You're very...

vulnerable

dressed like that. Plus, some people might even say...you're asking for it."

"Oh, fuck," I mumbled.

"I'll take you home, I promise," Chelsea said sweetly, and pushed her big spectacles back up on her cute button nose. "That's my job. I just want to have some fun with you first. Now, do you want to get out and find your way home in the cold, or do you want to show me your dick?"

"Oh, my god," I replied. "What a choice..."

"Come on," Chelsea said with a very naughty smile, and then looked directly at the large bulge of my crotch, "I can already see you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

The decision wasn't that difficult. Just the thought of going back out into the cold night air made me shiver, and I didn't like the idea of gambling on another ride-share either. There was no guarantee I could get one in a short space of time, and fuck knows who could pick me up. The smart but slightly scary option was to stay with Chelsea, who was decidedly peculiar but didn't actually seem dangerous.

Plus, the sexed-up exhibitionist in me quite liked the idea of revealing myself to an oddly attractive, considerably older woman like Chelsea. I like all sorts of women, and I have a real fondness for more mature ladies. I was very happy with Chelsea seeing my dick...I was happy and highly aroused about getting it out for her.

Though the older, blonde-haired ride-share driver certainly seemed more than a little odd, the bespectacled forty-something had an appealing, cheeky sweetness that made me fairly confident she just wanted to have some fun at a naked muscle-man's expense, rather than cause me any real harm.

I really wanted to get home to safety, and the naughty but nice Chelsea seemed like my safest bet to achieve that modest goal. I lifted my butt up off the seat, and then reached for the sides of my silly Roosters underpants, quietly cursing the day my best friend and one-time foster sister Darby Hamilton had given them to me as a joke gift.

"Oh, my god," I muttered, "I can't believe this shit."

"Oh, believe it," Chelsea shot back. "My car, my rules...all half-naked hunks have to surrender their undies."

I paused, sighed deeply, and then slowly slid my silly Roosters underpants down over my smooth hips, first revealing my small, sandy brown patch of man-scaped pubic hair. Chelsea looked at my carefully trimmed pubes and quickly stifled a giggle. I stopped and waited for Chelsea to pass judgement on my highly involved depilatory work.

"It looks like you might spend more time in the salon than me," Chelsea said with a laugh. "That's like a work of art between your legs. You must get waxed by a real pro!"

"Yeah, it's a good salon," I responded. "They really know what they're doing."

"I bet they love it when you come in," Chelsea said with a giggle.

"I have had some fun there, yes," I shot back. "The ladies there are...enthusiastic."

I reconvened my backseat strip act while Chelsea watched happily, and continued to slide down my underwear. The base of my cock was revealed, and then more and more of its shaft as my silly Roosters undies continued their downward journey. I slowly pushed them down further, but my cock still hadn't appeared in its heavily lolling entirety.

"Geez, there's more?" Chelsea asked quietly. "There's more? Is this a magic trick or something?"

"No," I replied casually. "My penis is actually so long that I have to tuck it between my legs when I'm wearing tight jeans...which I was, earlier tonight."

"Oh, my god," Chelsea muttered with a big smile. "It's that big?"

"Yep," I replied.

"Wow," Chelsea said with a dreamy look.

With my butt lifted up off the backseat, I pushed my underwear further down. Finally, when my briefs were down near my knees, my cock lolled out from where it was tucked between my legs, and popped free entirely. It slid awkwardly from side to side as my silly Roosters undies cleared it. I pulled my underpants right down to my ankles, and plucked them off with my fingers.

"Hand 'em over," Chelsea said firmly. "I don't want you covering up your goodie bag with your knickers! I'll take those, Matt. Surrender your panties! Thank you very much."

I wondered why women so frequently referred to my underpants as "panties"...I'd experienced it so many times in my kinky escapades. I figured it was a way to demean me and emasculate me in a subtle way. It also turned me on...I'd rather kinkily worn women's panties before during sex-play, and it always provoked a few pleasantly sensual memories.

Now fully removed, I reluctantly held my underpants outward. Chelsea quickly grabbed them from my fingers with a naughty chuckle, and then turned around, now with her back to me. As I watched in surprise with my mouth slightly agape, Chelsea carefully wrapped my stolen underpants around her rearview mirror, on display like a captured enemy flag or defeated victim's scalp. She then turned to face me again.

In the warming air of Chelsea's white Toyota Corolla, I sat completely and utterly naked in front of my giggling ride-share driver. Chelsea was momentarily speechless, her large, pretty face seemingly twisted in sensual wonder as she gawked open-mouthed at the true enormity of my cock, which is abnormally thick and long, and hangs almost down to my knees.

As I sat nude on the backseat, my flaccid cock hung low, dangling over the edge of the seat and swinging luridly with the movement of the car. Nearly every day, I thank the universe -- and my supremely well-hung American porn actor, bank robber, convict father [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Looks For His Father"] -- for blessing me with such a monstrous member, and I sincerely hoped that Chelsea liked it too. Her big smile certainly seemed to indicate so.

"Geez, you're a lot of man," Chelsea said with a whistle. "That penis of yours is huge."

"Yep," I said quietly, still slightly in shock. "It's not small."

"Hey, wait a minute...wait a minute...now that you've got your pants off, you look familiar," Chelsea said excitedly, and squinted her eyes at me, taking a long, very inquisitive look at my flaccid cock and big, lolling balls. "Your penis...your muscles...I recognise that dick...you're the Very Sexy Santa, aren't you? Oh, my god!"

"Um," I responded uncertainly. "Ah..."

"I've looked at that photo a million times...and I've looked at it

very

carefully," Chelsea said, her voice high and fast with excitement. "I

know

it's you...I'm sure of it! Your penis is exactly the same, right down to the dangly little foreskin! Not many guys would have a dick like that! You're the Very Sexy Santa! It's you!"

I gulped hard and considered my response. The previous Christmas, a full-frontal nude photo of me in a Santa hat and Santa beard had indeed gone viral around the world, and, for a time, I gained a little bizarre anonymous fame as the ridiculously named Very Sexy Santa [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Vs Mariah Xmas Carey"]

The Santa hat and Santa beard had afforded me something of a disguise, but I'd been recognised a few times since, and Chelsea obviously knew it was me. There was no point lying about it, and I thought my silly claim-to-fame might actually even work to my benefit. I desperately wanted to keep Chelsea on side.

"Yep, it's me," I replied somewhat bashfully. "I admit it...I am indeed the Very Sexy Santa. You've got me."

"Oh, my god," Chelsea said, shaking her head in surprise. "The Very Sexy Santa...butt-naked with his big schlong out in my car! I can't believe it! Now, this is gonna be fun!"

Chelsea pulled out from the curb, and then veered off down the dark, quiet street. As she expertly drove and continued to steal glances at my nude body in the rearview mirror, Chelsea hurled question after question at me about being the Very Sexy Santa, and the various celebrities I'd met as a result of my surprise bout of viral fame.