Find another entrance

As you stand there, nervously crouching and covering your naked body, you try and think of another way back inside campus. As you do so, your scattered thoughts have you looking around every which way in case another car drives by to catch a glimpse of your ass.

“Maybe there’s a back entrance, o-or a window!” You say to yourself. If you can’t go through the main entrance, it’s best that you find a new way in, hopefully one that doesn’t require climbing.

You look to your left and right, and ultimately you choose to go right, as your father always said “The right was is always the right way!” or something on those lines. Either way, you’ll hopefully and eventually reach an entrance so which way you’ll go doesn’t really matter.

And so, you walk down the sidewalk, back slightly hunched and hands placed firmly on your genitals. You occasionally look behind you just in case a car comes driving by, each time you do so you have a mini-heart attack as the thought of getting seen again looms on your mind. Your heart beats faster each step you take with your bare feet, which has you regretting not putting on your shoes as the concrete feels uncomfortable.

Only halfway down the sidewalk until you reach the first corner, and you already feel nerve racked. Part of you wants to just turn back and try climbing the gate again, or better yet just run away from this place to find clothes, but the risk of it all just isn’t worth it. You hate to admit it, but you’re probably safest inside campus where your nudity is at least legal. Is it ideal, Hell no! But at least you won’t be thrown in jail while inside.

You reach the first corner and peak around it to see down the side walk. To your right is more brick wall, and to your left is the road, some bushes, and neighboring buildings plus sidewalk.

You take in a couple deep breaths as you try and hyper yourself up to continue down the sidewalk, but during your short reprieve you notice how hard you are. You can barely contain your stiff member in your hands with how erect your cock is.

“Why am I so hard? This shit isn’t turning me on, is it?” You think to yourself, hoping that you’re just excited from jerking off earlier, and you haven’t calmed down yet. Maybe if you get back inside fast enough, you’ll have time to jerk off and relieve yourself before your first class.

You push your horny thoughts into the back of your mind and finally turn the corner and walk down the sidewalk. The feeling of walking down the sidewalk naked like this reminds you of the first time you walked down the hallway from Ophelia’s office yesterday, scared and completely embarrassed. Except this time, your fears are 10x worse as you anticipate a car driving by any second.

You feel almost dirty strutting your stuff like this for anyone to see, no matter how hard you try to cover your shame. If you had three arms, you would cover your ass cheeks too, but alas you can’t possibly grow a third arm out of nowhere. If you weren’t so hard, maybe you could hold your flaccid dick with one hand and cover your booty with the other.

Not even half way down the street, you begin to fasten your pace, choosing to speed walk down the sidewalk. As you run, you feel your ass cheeks jiggle a bit with each step, which feels odd to you. You’ve felt your balls and cock flop around when you moved fast before, but not your ass. Maybe it’s because you’re more aware of your total nudity now, but being naked makes all of these bodily sensations feel more intense. It’s somewhat of a blessing that you can’t see your own naked ass, since you’d probably blush at the sight of your pale full moon walking around all day.

But as you are lost in thought thinking about your nudity, you catch a glimpse of a car turning the corner onto the street you’re on! And it’s not just any car, it’s a police cruiser! Sweat falling down your brow and nerves on high alert, you feel as if time has slowed down.

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

You’re halfway down the street, so running away backwards isn’t an option, and that’ll only delay the inevitable. You frantically look from side to side, trying to look for any cover. You see a medium sized bush next to a fire hydrant and a blue mailbox. The bush looks well grown, trimmed like a rounded rectangle. It looks like it’s big enough for you to hide behind on if you crouched!

So, you hunched your back forward and run to the bush. You sit down on the hard concrete, cross your legs, and bend forward to get as small as possible.

You close your eyes and listen as the car drives up to your hiding spot. At first you think the car will drive by and you can continue your search for an entrance, but your heart skips a beat when you hear the car stop suddenly!

“Shit! I’ve been caught, I’m so fucked!” You cover your mouth with your hands out of pure panic as you hope and pray that you’re wrong.

You hear the car door click open and someone walking out of it. You move your legs up to your chest, hoping that you’ll be just out of sight for the officer to see you, if he hasn’t already seen you yet.

“Why’d you stop the cruiser Sir?” A younger sounding man says, only barely speaking louder than the car engine.

“Just checking the mail box for anything illegal. You’ll never know when a sicko decides to place a pipe bomb in one of these things,” The older sounding officer explains. At this point, you wish a pipe bomb would blow you up. You’ve had enough embarrassment yesterday and today for several lifetimes. But then you remember Taylor. If you die now, you’ll probably regret not fucking her at least one more time.

You hear the office open the mailbox and take a flashlight out to see what’s inside. Your breathing gets more breathy and labored the longer the police office stands almost near your naked body. Thankfully, the noise you make is drowned out by the car engine.

“Say, isn’t this the place where people have spotted a naked man walking around in?” The younger man says.

“Oh my god they’re talking about me now!”

“Oh yeah…” The older cop says. “We got flooded with reports yesterday of this naked guy walking around this college campus. The ladies even went into a whole lotta details about the man’s… you know what!”

Hearing that a bunch of people reported you naked yesterday as your cheeks glow a unique crimson red color, and the fact that the women described your cock while doing so only makes you feel more humiliated.

“Never mind, please let there be a pipe bomb in there and blow me up!”

“Why don’t we just go in there and arrest the guy? He obviously broke the law!” The younger man says.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing we can really do about it. As long as he’s on private property, we can’t do shit about it. Besides, if it was an issue, the Chancellor would have called us to take him in. I’m sure everything was already delt with and the guy learns his lesson to not streak on campus again.”

“God, I wish that could’ve happened…”

A couple more nerve racking minutes go by, and eventually the two officers drive away, leaving you momentarily free from their presence. You lean your head back and spread your legs in temporary relief. The thought of getting caught left you gasping for air. But as you catch your breath, you look down in between your legs.