sal ganuth

He’d exhausted himself on the WNBR. When he got to the finish line he lay down and was soon asleep. The other riders who finished later thought it was weird him lying there naked, but they got dressed, took photos and left. Later guys arriving saw an opportunity to embarrass the guy. First a shirt was taken, then his shoes and sox then his shorts. 

“Jeez Frank you can’t take his underpants. He’ll have to cycle home bare assed naked!” Kevin said.
“Lol, Kev, maybe we should hang round see what happens when he wakes up.”
“No, he’ll blame us.”
“Yeah. And you can’t keep your mouth shut, eh? You’d look so guilty.”
“Fuck off Frank. Good reason for leaving now. Anyway he could always cover himself with his towel.”
“Not anymore,” said Frank retrieving the towel and stuffing it into his rucsac.
“Fuck Frank!” Kevin near shouted.

“Uh, what?” The naked lad stirred, looking up and clocking them both, “Woah, must have dropped off.”
“Yeah looks like it. Place is near emptied. Anyway we better be going,” Kevin nudged Frank.
“Huh? Fuck. Where’s my clothes?” Him standing up, “WTF? Did you guys see anything?”
“No,” stuttered Kevin, blushing, obviously lying.
“WTF? Did you steal my kit?” the guy stepped towards Kevin.
“Lol, wasn’t him,” intervened Frank.
“So, it was you?”
Kevin’s jaw dropped.
“Fucking was, wasn’t it? Open your rucksac. Let’s see.” He quickly finds his towel and underpants. “Fucking hell. What you stealing my kit for? Where’s the rest?”
“Dunno mate,” Frank answered, “there was just your pants and towel left when we arrived and I thought…”
“You thought it’d be fun to see me cycle home starkers?”
“Yeah, kinda,” muttered a humbled Frank.
“Well, maybe you should be doing that instead of me.”
“WTF you saying?”
“Strip, hand over your kit, and you ride home starkers.”
“WTF? Why should I do that?”
“Cos if you don’t I’m going to get the police involved. Caught you redhanded thieving. Now fucking strip.”
Kevin laughed.
“You too.”
“What? Why?” Stuttered Kevin.
“Cos you were in on it too. Fucking didn’t stop him.”
“No, but I…”
“So. Both of you. Fucking strip.”
“Fucking hell Frank. I told you,” Kevin said, puling his tee off, the naked guy grabbing it off him.
“Hurry the fuck up.”
Soon Frank and Kevin were the naked ones and the guy was dressed and stuffing their clothes into his own rucsac.
“Just think yourselves lucky I’m leaving you with your phones money and keys. What does it feel like, eh?”
“C’mon mate, you’ve had your laugh, give us some kit back,” pleaded Frank.
“Fuck off. You were happy enough for me to be naked. Your fucking turn, innit?” He straddled his bike and rode off, leaving the stunned naked Frank and Kevin stood there.
“Fucking hell Frank, this is all your fault.”
“STFU Kev. Let’s just get back quick as poss,” as they start their second naked bike ride of the day home, 6 miles away.

(This is the last in the WNBR series of flash-fiction. Hope you have enjoyed!)