John Doe is ready.

Everything happened so quick. It was almost like a dream. As you open your eyes, you notice that you're standing next to a dirt road. The light outside is almost blinding at first but you soon adjust to it. Getting a better view of your surroundings, you are quick to notice that you are not where you normally live, but instead standing outside what looks like an old English village about eight kilometers away. Everything that happened just a bit ago must have been true then. You had died. Somehow, your old life was over. But you've been given a new start. Everything that had happen in the past was no longer your concern. Today, you could choice to have a better life, an exciting life. And in a fantasy world no less. Like one of those anime about someone being transported to another world. Things might turn out alright.

A sudden gust of wind blew past and a chill went up your spine. If you knew any better, you'd thought you were wearing pants. But when you looked down, you saw nothing covering your penis. The shock was sudden that your first intension was to cover it. You were about to question it, until you remembered what you were thinking when you came to this world. That everyone bottomless, exposing everything bellow the belt and it being just as natural as breathing, eating and sleeping. It's been a fantasy of yours ever since started masturbating. The very idea was getting you excited, even to the point that you were unknowingly rubbing your penis, it's fluids lubing your hand.

You would have kept going, that is until you heard a horse coming up the road, pulling a wagon. That's when you snapped out of your fantasy and realized where your hand was. But it was too late to hide your deed as the wagon pulled up next to you, the driver stopping the horse just short. Looking at him, the driver was a bit older, probably around mid-50s. He was big in width, but not so much that you'd call him overweight. He wore a white shirt with a leather vest, but what really caught your attention was the anaconda that was between his legs, sitting upon two very plump testicles and surrounded by a bush that looked very well kept. You tried not to stare and be rude to the man driving the wagon, but you could really help it.

"Morning." The man said as if nothing was wrong. This caught you off guard a bit, but it also made you remember that your hand was still pleasuring you. Embarrassed, you quickly remove it, wiping off the your liquid. The man just laughed a bit, "I'm sorry, I should've let you finish."

"It's... no problem," you say, still a bit embarrassed, "I was just thinking about something."

The man nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I can understand that. If I played with this thing every time I thought about something," he grabs his dick for emphasis, "then I'd wouldn't get anything done." He laughs again as he strokes his cock right in front of you, precum drips from the tip. "So, you need a ride somewhere?"

The question startles you for a second as you seem to be entranced by the lewd act of the man pleasuring himself. You take a moment to find your breath, "Umm, maybe." He gives you a confused answer, "I'm actually new around here and I was hoping to start over with life." You could have told him the truth, but you'd probably find that story ridiculous yourself.

The man stopped jerking off a moment to stretch and think, "Well, the closes town is Woodhaerst just down the road here. It's not much, but the folks there are nice. Anywhere else is about a day's journey or more, and that's if you don't get banged by highwaymen or monsters looking for a nice piece of ass." You notice him eyeing your bare backside. "If you need a lift, I'd help you out."

You think about it for a minute. Should you take this random strangers offer?