Hiking, Naked and Alone (Male)

Today is the day you finally do it, you've decided. You'll forgo protecting your decency, and hike the trails au natural. After all, you've hiked this particular trail dozens of times, and you've rarely seen another soul, aside from the occasional deer or rabbit.

As you watch your ride pull away from the small parking area next to the trail, you gather yourself. Taking a deep breath to dispel any lingering doubts, you strip out of your clothing: shirt, shorts, even your socks and boots aren’t spared. You pack them neatly inside your pack, before stashing it somewhere out of sight.

You immediately feel the sun on your bare skin, its warmth calming you down as you make your way to the trail head. The cubbiness of your body bouncing with each of your continued steps. You look down at yourself, just barely able to see your hilariously small cock and balls from beyond your stomach fat. But for once, you don't care. You’ve scarcely begun and you already feel so free. You're naked in the wilderness, yet you've never felt more alive.

There's a stream running beside your trail and the trickling of water steals your attention, you see fish making their way along the current and birds landing on the surface to take a drink or clean their wings. You even see some turtles resting on a log near the bank of the stream. It completely distracts and overwhelmes your senses. So much so that, as you round a bend in the trail, you bump into the back of someone, the impact of which knocks you backwards.