sal ganuth

Mark was hiking. It was hot. The trail was deserted. ‘I wonder…’ he thought. A smirk fell across his face, he’d always wanted to… hike naked. Maybe today was the day. He stripped quickly, packed his clothes in his rucksac, hid them behind a bush, then started walking.

He must have walked a mile, maybe two, fully naked, not a care in the world.
Then he heard voices behind him. He turned. A group of guys on the trail.
‘Fuck….’

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, he froze.
“Woah dude, did you forget something?” one of the guys asked him.