NOTES: This is a continuation/epilogue to my previous story Oz Boy Owned By Russian Tourists. It contains no graphic sexual activity. It is a work of complete fiction.
It was a warm winter's day in Sydney, Australia, but shivers were racing up my spine. I stood behind a small thicket of bushes dressed only in a small, ill-fitting pair of women's underpants.
They were black and plain, and thankfully not a g-string. They rode hard and deep into my butt-crack though, and barely covered my enormous penis and swinging balls.
Just ten minutes before, four Russian female tourists had taken my Speedos, photographed me in the nude, and then took turns jerking, sucking, and fucking me, all out in public.
They'd left me naked with just a pair of women's underwear to cover myself. I'd earlier gone walking in just my Speedos after swimming at the beach, which turned out to be both a blessing and a curse.
It was my near-nudity that had drawn their attention, and I'd actually enjoyed being taken advantage of by these sexually voracious women. I have always enjoyed showing off my body in front of females, and I love sex, so the whole experience had actually driven me wild with erotic pleasure. I had been dominated and humiliated by these four Russian vixens, but I loved it.
Being totally naked out in public with no clothes nearby, however, was another matter altogether. I had left my bag and gear back at the beach, and it was a way-too-long walk to get them.
I was standing on a rocky headland overlooking the ocean below, not far from where I'd been sucked and fucked. There were still traces of cum on my torso from where I'd blown my load all over myself. Thankfully there was nobody around to see me.
I looked ridiculous. I was 6"2 and muscular, with a very impressive physique. This made the women's underpants look even more absurd. I also have an almost unnaturally huge penis, and I had a lot of trouble stuffing it into the panties. My balls kept embarrassingly slipping out of the side. Much of my small, man-scaped patch of pubic hair was visible over the top of the panties.
Between me and the beach was a grassy, hilly, open park divided by a popular concrete walking path. To one side of the park was a residential street, and there was an apartment block overlooking the grassy expanse out to the ocean. On the other side were fenced cliffs overlooking the water.
At the bottom of the park's hill was a stand of thick trees, and after that a grassy cliff edge with a set of stairs leading down to the beach. There was also a small toilet block near the stairs.
In summer, this area would have been busy with people, but it was winter during the working week and it was considerably quieter. I was still very concerned, however, about my near-nudity offending people and prompting a call to the police.
I loved to get nude for women, but I didn't want to get arrested for indecent exposure. I was always very careful to avoid that.
When I stripped or exposed myself, I did it on my terms, and I made sure that I was safe and as appropriate as possible. I only did it for groups of adult women that seemed interested, and the thought of upsetting or scaring someone mortified me.
I looked around hopefully for a discarded beach towel or item of clothing, but there was nothing. I had the panties and that was it.
I looked down at the park. There were only a few people on the walking path, so I decided to make a break for it. I opted to stick to the grass. I knew that this would make it easier to keep my distance from any people walking by.
I left my hiding spot behind the bushes, and moved quickly over the rocky headland and toward the park. I left the relative safety of the deserted headland, and stepped onto the grass. It was cold on my bare feet, and the brisk winter air was cool on my bare torso.
I took off at pace but didn't want to actually run, as I doubted that my cock and balls would stay in the panties if I moved around too much. A young couple on the walking path looked over at me and confusion clearly passed across their faces.
The young woman's eyes lingered on me a little longer, but her boyfriend hurried her along with a gentle push on the back. She looked back over her shoulder but kept walking. A man not far behind them walking a dog also gave me a strange look, but kept moving.
Ironically, in summer, I might have gotten away with this a little easier. Being the middle of winter, it was an unusual sight indeed to see a man walking through the park clad in just his underwear, let alone a small, very tight pair of women's panties that struggled to contain his manhood.
A few people thankfully passed by without even noticing me, too busy checking their phones. Another man walking a dog gave me a bemused smile and continued on up the hill.
Then two older women appeared around the bend at the bottom of the park and headed up the path. They looked to be in their forties and were casually dressed in track suit pants and hoodies. They both had long brown hair and looked fairly attractive.
As they got closer, one of them noticed me and pointed me out to her friend. They stopped walking. They both looked at me and started laughing. They then let out a few cat-calls and whistled at me loudly.
"Kate, look at this guy," one of them laughed and pointed directly at me. They talked loudly so I could hear. "He must have lost his clothes!"
"Look at that body, Gina" Kate giggled. "He's such a hunk! Maybe some horny women couldn't help themselves! Maybe he got stripped! Shit, why did they stop at the undies? They should have kept going!"
Little did they know how close they were to the truth. The women both laughed again and pointed at me. I felt vulnerable, but also slightly turned on. Hearing women talk about my body was always a major erotic gateway for me. These women were cute too, and that obviously helped get me hot too.
Even though I was embarrassed and concerned about getting in trouble, I still found myself aroused. I just couldn't help myself.
"What happened to your clothes?" Gina asked me. "Did you get jumped? Were you too irresistible? Did some naughty girls get the better of you?"
I smiled at the two women but didn't reply. I kept moving. As I got closer to them, Kate and Gina obviously realised how small and truly revealing the underpants were. They both looked confused.
"Shit, what is he wearing?" Kate howled. "Oh my god, those undies are so small! They're barely covering his you-know-what!"
"Geez, those things are tight!" Gina laughed. "And look at the size of it!"
Then she spoke directly to me. "What are you doing, mate? We can practically see your todger! Don't worry though, it looks impressive! You should put some pants on or you might get yourself in trouble! You're lucky we can control ourselves!"
They both laughed uproariously and continued walking up the hill. I breathed a sigh of relief. They looked back at me continually and giggled.
As I moved down the hill, two more females appeared around the bend at the bottom of the park and headed up the path.
This time it was two young girls who appeared to be around sixteen, and who should have been at school. I didn't like being seen by girls in their earlier teens, but there was nothing I could do. They caught sight of me and their jaws hung open. Then they started laughing and talking to each other animatedly.
"OMG," one of them said. "How hot is that guy? Look at his tiny undies. Oh shit, you can see his pubes!"
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can see one of his balls hanging out," said the other girl. "Look! Look! That thing dangling out the side! It's one of his balls! I swear, it's one of his balls!"
"OMG, I can't believe it!" laughed the other. "Why is he walking around like that? He's almost naked. You can practically see his willy too! I think he might be a bit weird! Let's keep going!"
"But look at that hot bod," laughed the other girl. "I don't care if he's a bit weird! He's hot!"
I walked past them, but the girls stopped and watched me from behind.
"Nice bum too," one of them tittered. "Look at his muscles. So hot!"
Then, of course, out came the phones. The two girls held them up, obviously taking photos or video of me as I walked down the hill away from them.
I tucked my errant testicle back into the underpants. I'm sure that my butt would now be seen by all their friends at school too. Admittedly, just the idea of all that female attention turned me on in a major way.
Then yet another group of women appeared around the bend at the bottom of the park and headed up the path. This time, however, they looked familiar. I quickly clocked them as three exercising joggers that I had encountered earlier.
As I had walked up the hill toward the rocky headland and my eventual meeting with the four Russian women, these joggers had seen me in my Speedos and stopped to have a good look at me.
They had let out a few good-natured whistles and cat-calls, and one of them even made a direct comment about the bulge in my swimsuit. These women were cheeky, and I gulped heavily when I saw them.
They were also extremely attractive. Australian girls in their early thirties, they all wore skin-tight exercise pants and running shoes. If they spotted me, I doubted very much that they would just keep walking.
Sure enough, the shortest and best looking of the three women -- the one who had previously made the wisecrack about my crotch -- caught sight of me and alerted her two friends.
They all looked over at me and laughed. I could feel their eyes all over me, and again, a feeling of extreme vulnerability coursed through my body.
"Jess, it's that guy from before," said the shorter girl. "We saw him when we were walking down the hill going the other way. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember, Cassie," said Jess. "You made a crack about his fucking dick for god's sake! Bec, check him out!"
"I know," said Bec. "He's a very sexy guy. I wish more guys had bodies like that. I like his outfit too...or lack of an outfit!"
They all laughed, and then Cassie pointed at me. "Let's go over!"
"Yeah, I want a better look," Bec giggled.
"Me too," Jess added.
They all laughed and then veered off the walking path and came strolling across the grass right toward me. I started to get worried.
