Chapter 3: The Journey Home
It was now 9 am. The morning sun had emerged and it was a beautiful day. It was the kind of day that would be perfect to talk a walk in the park in. Not too cold, not too hot. Perfect weather to do most anything. Go swimming, go hiking, even walk around naked.
...ok, maybe not that last one. But one poor unlucky guy had no choice in that matter. After sobbing at his recent string of bad luck in a bush near the outskirts of town, he decided that it would be better to get going then to just cry about his public nudity.
At least he had a bit of cover with that sweat rag that those horrible jogging women gave him. So, after wiping away his tears, Diego peeked out of the bush, took a step forward and...immediately heard a ripping sound. The rag snagged on a branch and tore in half. Great. With nothing more than his hands to cover his itty bitty shame, he set off.
Not wanting someone else to catch him walking down the sidewalk, he instead took to the woods. It provided plenty of cover and no one ever really ventured down that path cause it was easy to get lost. But he knew that all you had to do was go straight and eventually he'd get into the city. How he'd get through all that city to his house was a bridge he'd cross when he got there, but for now, he marched his naked butt towards home.
As he walked through the densely packed forest path, the rocks and dirt felt uncomfortable on his feet and he could swear that the trees themselves were poking and prodding him like they were alive and taking joy in his nudity. He always hated hiking and of course doing it naked did little to change his opinion.
Soon though, the cover of trees ended and he was standing before a large field of flowers. It had no cover other then said field, aside from the trees that were behind him. Seeing no one around for miles he dashed into the field and ducked down.
Slowly standing up to look around much better, he saw no one for miles. Just him and a seemingly endless field. He stood around for bit, expecting someone to pop out of nowhere and make fun of him again. No one. It was quiet as all he could hear was the gentle breeze and the rustling of the flowers as he walked.
The flowers covered him from the waist down so eventually he uncovered, letting his little rosebud bounce free in the flowers. He took in his surroundings.
He then took in his surroundings. The sun was fully out and it was warming his body but otherwise wasn't too hot. The breeze was flowing all over him, but it wasn't too chilly. The flowers were also gently brushing against his "stamen", which felt just right.
As it started to perk up, he started to wonder what was wrong with him. Just a few hours ago, he was utterly humiliated and ashamed of his nudity, but now, he was getting excited and feeling confident again, just like his earlier skinny dipping session. At least until Rina caught him.
As he got to full mast, his breathing quickened and he uncrossed his arms and just started running with his arms in the air. He was streaking! From skinny dipping to streaking, he must be becoming an exhibitionist or something. But at this point in time, he didn't care. He ran full sprint, frolicking through the flowers. His weenie flopping around, his butt jiggling without restraint, he felt like he was one with nature!
He closed his eyes and just felt the breeze between his knees. With a big smile on his face as well as a massive blush, he couldn't believe how naughty he was being. It was liberating, running nude without a care in the world. All those cares seemed to have blown away in the breeze. He almost considered shouting in jubilation of his newfound freedom but decided against it cause he was pushing his luck as it is.
He felt free!
He felt fully confident!
He felt so alive!
He felt...
"
OH MY GOD! LOOK, IT'S A STREAKER!
"
...like an idiot.
He opened his eyes and realized that the field was very far behind him and in front of him was the park. The good news is that park is very close to the street he'd have to go down to get to his house. The bad news is that apparently today was the day the birdwatchers club met to search out and capture birds on film.
Right now, about a dozen cameras were aiming right at his little birdy, standing proud as he ran in front of them. The clicking of the cameras finally brought the message that he needed to cover up to his brain and he brought his hands down and ran as fast as he could through the crowd.
As he ran, many of the birdwatchers (who were mostly female, because of course) took the time to chase after him, catching his bouncing buns and little pecker on film.
"Look at that girls, it's the rare featherless woodpecker!"
"Must be a baby. It's so small and cute."
"Hey, nudie! Bring that little worm over here!"
"Maybe we can use it to lure more birds in. Hehehe~"
He very much did not like that idea and tried to keep away from their cameras.
He hid in an alleyway just on the outskirts of the park and tried to find a hiding spot. All he saw was garbage. He quickly emptied one of the cans and hopped right in, just as they ran past the alley.
It smelled terrible and was very gross, but it was absolutely preferable to being ogled by all those people. He was definitely going to have to take a shower once he got home...IF he got home. He realized that the alleyway connects to the busiest part of town.
This spot was close to downtown, where all the businesses were located. Where everyone did their shopping, took their lunch break or even just hung out. Even the most stealthy of ninjas wouldn't be able to sneak around all the crowds that were there and he was definitely no ninja. He had to find something to wear. Anything. But the only thing around him, as previously established was trash, as well as some old cardboard boxes.
Perhaps he could empty one of the bags and use it as a poncho? He got out of the can and ripped open one of the bags, but the smell alone made him almost puke. Even in his unclothed state, he'd rather go naked than smell like THAT. Maybe he could use one of the cardboard boxes as cover?
He searched through the various boxes. Most of the were either ripped into shreds that were too small to use as cover, too disgusting and filthy or both! But finally he found a box that was just the right size for him to cover up and that was relatively clean.
It looked like it was once an economy sized box of Vienna sausages. He sighed, "
Really? Is this really the only thing I got?
"
All the predictable jokes about his own Vienna sausage went through his mind, but ultimately, it was this or his hands and he'd rather take his chances with the box then run out there with nothing.
He put his legs through the bottom of the packaging and pulled them up like they were a pair of shorts. They were a bit snug on his backside, but ultimately, it fit, as long as he held it up.
With his new attire, if you really want to call it that, he walked towards the end of the alleyway and into the business district. His heart was pounding, he immediately got some funny looks as they saw this guy wearing what only looked like a box and nothing else.
He froze as a few people stared. Every cell in his body was screaming to just run and hide again. Perhaps maybe he could live in the garbage forever. No, he needed to get out of here, but maybe if he just pretended that nothing was wrong, they'd go about their business and leave him alone.
He took a couple of deep breaths and just walked. Staring straight ahead and not even looking around. He was shaking like a leaf and was breaking out into a cold sweat as he heard a few people start giggling at his new fashion statement. As he was about to get to an intersection, he saw a group of girls, turn the corner right towards him!
Both parties were sure surprised, but the girls were more so. At that moment, his legs locked up as they walked towards him with big smiles on their faces. He felt like he was about to pass out. To keep from panicking, he tried to convince himself that this was completely normal.
He kept thinking to himself, "
I am wearing clothes. This box is considered clothing. I am not naked. No one can see anything. I am covered. This is completely normal.
" He kept repeating that over and over as he slowly started walking again.
As the girls got closer to him they started following him instead of wherever it was they were originally going.
"Well, hello there. Nice day for a walk isn't it?"
"Love the outfit you got there."
"Hehe, what an adorable package you have there. Can I take a peek inside?"
He tried to ignore them and quickened his pace just a bit to try and get away, but the box was already straining to keep him covered, due to a combination of movement and sweat. As he got to the crosswalk, he was forced to stop to wait for the moment to pass safely.
"Awww...are we shy, cutie?"
"He's turning sooooo red."
"I sure could go for a Vienna sausage right now. How about the rest of you?"
The other ladies agreed with a few of them even licking their lips like he was just a snack for the hungry lionesses that surrounded their prey. He kept tapping that crosswalk button like his life depended on it. But then one of the ladies got bold and put her hand into the box and gently started pulling it down.
