A newspaper!

Off in the distance, maybe 15 yards up the path, I spot a park bench and I practically leap for joy.

Sitting on the bench, completely unattended, is a folded newspaper! I'm saved! I mean, it's not as good as actual clothing, but hey, naked beggars can't be naked choosers.

But there's a big problem: The only thing standing between me and a modicum of modesty is a single bush, about 8 yards out. I'll be completely exposed to the world with no cover!

I gulp nervously as I contemplate my choices. Stay here and stay naked, or risk further humiliation for a shot at covering myself with something, even if it is super flimsy.

I sigh, trying to calm myself as I make my move, and sprint towards the bush, both hands firmly on my cock. That may have turned out to be a mistake though, because between the bouncing and the rubbing, I feel it getting even stiffer. By the time I get to the bush, I'm at half-mast, although thankfully no one seems to have seen me… yet.

I let out another sigh of relief as I crouch behind my makeshift cover. Ok, I just need to sprint to that bench and then I'll be home free. I stand there for a moment, trying to steel my resolve but then the unthinkable happens: The wind picks up!

Soon its pushing the pages of the paper up, unfolding them, and gently blowing them away, one by one.

"No!" I hiss through barred teeth, trying to keep my voice down. I run from the bush toward the bench, not even bothering to cover myself. My cock bounces wildly as the wind picks up, robbing me of my potential cover a page at a time as sputter "NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!"

I run as fast as I can towards the bench, so hellbent on my prize that I fail to see the empty pop bottle on the ground and trip on it, tumbling to the ground. The wind is blowing even harder now, gently caressing my exposed ass, balls and cock as I struggle to get up.

I'm only a couple yards away now, and the once robust newspaper is just down to a couple of pages left.

"Please, don't end like this!" I beg to the heavens as I crawl the last couple of feet to the bench, my arm extended, groping pitifully towards the final page as it catches on the arm of the bench.

It's only a few inches away now. I make one final, **** lunge for it when I suddenly hear a loud *thunk* noise and feel a sharp pain in my head. I tumble to the ground, empty handed, groaning as I roll over onto my side.

My face turns even redder and I gasp when I see what hit me.