David Bishop is a husky, bearish guy. He has a slightly shaggy head of hair. It is very short, but the front of it wisps up in tuffs and the rest of it covers his entire head in a thick layer of dark brown. His eye brows are somewhat bushy, but finely shaped at the same time and perfectly balance out his eyes that are slightly sunken in and have this brute kind of appearance and pupils surrounded by a copper tone that shine, the same kind of shine you’d see from pennies shimmering at the bottom of a wishing well. He has a nice, thick beard that is cropped just right and covers the entire bottom of his face and is perfectly lined past his jaw line. His physique is far from muscular. Definitely more of the teddy-bear variety. At least everyone that’s dated him has said that.

Today, David has on a knitted vest that has thick, vertical lines of brown and white over top a bright yellow, long-sleeved buttoned-down shirt with the collar folded over the top of that. And he is wearing his faded blue jeans that kind of hugs his bottom figure. Not too much, just enough to showcase his husky physique and one could plainly see that, for a guy with bulk, he has a nicely shaped ass. And he has on his black-and-white sneakers.

He is walking out in the city. He usually walks with his headphones on and sometimes, does it just to walk. And right now, he has a mission. He must go to the grocery store and pick up some cake for his friend’s birthday party. Another friend of his made him swear that it looks like a cake she made. But that was Steph.

As he’s making his way forward, he sees a group of young guys that look like they’re in their mid-to-late 20s. They look familiar. In a way that gives him a little chill. He thinks they’re that gang that’s been making trouble around the area. Well, “gang” isn’t really the right word. They haven’t killed anyone, just made things a little more difficult for some people. You don’t really get gangs out here.

He’s just gonna keep looking down. They’re getting closer. Maybe he’ll smile and nod.

They’re all dressed up in leather jackets and jeans and have this kind of immature appearance. Like they just wanna make trouble. But David shouldn’t judge.

He then nods and smirks at one of them. A guy with jet-black hair that’s kind of swoopy and powder blue eyes and a chiseled face. Not a bad lookin’ dude. In fact, they’re all rather attractive gents. The main guy, at least that’s what he looks like to David, the one with blue eyes, is wearing a wearing a black top. Much like the one you’d see in a certain late-seventies musical. The guy nods back and then lifts up his hand and points at his headphones while saying something, making a genuine look of interest.

He really shouldn’t, but against his better judgment, he takes out one of his headphones and says “Huh?” in a kind of playful, innocent way to make him look more approachable.

“Whatcha listenin’ to?”

“Um, I think it’s one of the latest top 40s. It’s just one of those poppy kind of days, ya know?” David says, laughing a bit, but there is a slight nervousness hiding underneath his voice.

The guy isn’t shy about showing a devilish grin. He wants something, David knows it.

And the rest of his little gang look on at him.

“Nice phone,” one of ’em says.

“Thanks,” he says.

“So, uh, where you headed?”

“I’m going to get a cake. But it has to be soon.”

“Man’s in a rush,” one of ’em says.

“Yeah,” another chimes in.

The main guy looks at him and says, “I get it, you gotta get goin’, right?” He asks it more like a genuine question.

The other guys start walking around him, forming a circle. This . . . isn’t good. And shit, not a lot of people are out today. It’s mid-Sunday and some cars and people go by, but they all seem to be just out of reach of David.

He walks forward, expecting them to let him pass,

“Hey,” another guy says, this one wearing a leather cap. It’s like these guys stepped out of the Fifties. He almost wants to ask how’d they feel about being the remaining extras from “Happy Days,” but decides against it. “I know you gotta split, but, we wanna talk.”

“I’m sorry?” David said as his heart starts beating quickly.

“We saw you from round the corner and we thought, hey.”

“Now there’s a guy that seems like he could be fun. You got this real cool vibe about you, bro,” one of the other guys say.

“Look, guys, I gotta go…”

He tries to walk forward again and then the main guy yells, “Hey! Don’t you know it’s kind of rude to walk away. Now, I feel hurt,” he says, smugly, as he puts out both his hands, kind of like he’s saying, ‘c’mon, man.

“I’m, ugh, I’m sorry.”

“Well, now, we can’t let you leave . . . yet.”

“Oh, c’mon guys, I gotta go,” David says, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“You don’t really wanna leave this circle, guy.”

As one of the guys says this, he takes a good look around. He is definitely outnumbered. He could call the police, but one of ’em could simply knock the phone out of his hand.

He’s getting antsy and nervous. “Okay, um, look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Yeah, we know,” the main guy says. “I’m sorry, brother, what’s your name?” he asks quickly, as if he’s expecting an answer just as quick.

“David.”

“Well . . . David, you gotta pay a price, not just apologize. We gotta know you really mean it. Don’t worry, you can keep your phone, but can you put it down please?”

“I can just put it in my pocket.”

“Just put it down on the ground, man,” one of the other guys say behind him.

He bends down and puts his phone on the ground and gets back up. Meanwhile, he’s getting more and more afraid.

“Now, about this price,” the main guy says. “One of my boys over there has a real sad story.”

“It’s sad, man,” one of ’em says behind him, almost tauntingly.

“His friend lost his favorite pair of shoes. They really mean a lot to him.”

“Yeah, like, a lot,” one of ’em to the left of David says.

“Okay, what do you want from me?”

There’s silence as he looks at David, almost like he’s feeling that David should know what he’s about to ask. Then says, “Can we have yours?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You don’t want to disappoint us, now. Do ya . . . David?” one of the other guys say as he looks at him while tilting his head and giving him this playfully evil look of curiosity.

Not enough people. Where the hell is everyone?

David sighs. “O-okay.”

He bends down and starts untying one.

“Take your time, David,” the main guy says. “We got all day.”

“But he doesn’t, man,” one of the other guys say.

“Yeah, dude, don’t you listen?” They all then laugh like they’re sharing an inside joke.

He takes one shoe off and then unlaces the other one, quickly. He wants to get out of here. He takes the other one off and hands it to the main guy.

“Thank you, David, that was kind of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The main guy has this expression of feigned concern as he looks past David.

David looks at what the main guy is looking at. And it’s the dude whose friend needed David’s shoes. He has his hand over his mouth and is looking down at the ground while shaking his head.

“What’s the matter, man?”

“I mean,” the guy says, “The shoes are great and everything, but he’s gonna need socks to go with ’em.”

“But your friend has socks, man,” one of the others say.

“Yeah, I know, but these were very special shoes, man. My friend needs them to go in a pair.”

The main guy looks at David and tilts his head at him.

“I’m sorry to be such a bother, but,” he glimpses down at his feet, “do you mind?”

David hesitantly bends down again and takes off both his socks and then gives them to the main guy.

“Okay, guys, I, ugh, I gotta go, now.”

“Yeah, we know, man, you keep saying that,” one of the other guys say.

There’s a slight chuckle among the group.

“Well, we certainly don’t wanna stop you,” one of the guys say.

“Yeah, really,” one of the others say.

“Hey,” one of ’em chimes in. This guy, David hasn’t heard from, yet. “That’s a real nice vest, man.”

“Ugh-h-h-h, thanks,” David says, looking down at it then back up at him.

“Where’d you get it?”

“You can find this online. There’s a shop around the corner.”

This guy puts his fingers to his chin and then goes, “Huh,” while eyeing the vest. “Huh, huh, huh”

David doesn’t like where this is going.

“Well, that one specifically, looks great, and it’s just my size, too.”

“Yeah, man,” another says. “It’d look nice on you.”

“And, hey, I can buy it, but we’re buds, right, David? Pals,” the guy asking about the vest says. “I mean, I feel we’ve become close to you,” he says as he clasps his heart with both hands and nods his head, really playing it up.

“So-o-o-o?”

“Oh, I feel like such a heel asking, but,” he stops for a second, forming this questioning, cautious face. “Can I have yours, bro?”

He looks around again. Again, not enough people. And all these guys look like they could pounce on poor David any second.

He then leans his hands towards his vest and takes them away, not sure if he should. He holds onto the bottom of the vest, still deciding. Then, pulls it up over his head and hands it to the guy.

They all start clapping, while saying things like, “Good sport, David,” “Way to go,” “We knew we’d like you.”

The guy takes it from him and looks at it while giving it this approving look. “Good man, David.”

“Okay, ugh, I . . . gotta go, um, guys. Anything else?”

Why did he just ask that?

“Cool belt buckle,” another guy says. “Is it attached to the belt?”

“Um, no, they’re, uh, separate,” David answers.

“Nice, really nice. But, I’m sure they go best together, right?” the guy asks.

David looks over to the guy and says, “Well, um, you don’t really need ’em together.”

“I know that, David. But, you seem to have a really good sense of style. You just got it together, man.”

“Yeah,” another says. “We could learn a thing or two from our friend David, here.”

“I mean, you just got the right color,” the guy asking about the belt says, “ya know.” He adds those last two words in a tone that seems suggestive as he gives David this imposing look.

“Um, yeah.”

“So?” the guy says, lifting up his hand waiting for David to finish his sentence.

“So-o-o-o-o-o,” David says, his heart beating faster, now.

The guy looks down at the belt and the buckle and then back at him.

“You-u-u-u-u-u want ’em?” David asks.

“Wow!” the guy says, “you are very perceptive.”

David takes off the buckle and then unfastens his belt while the guy says, “Really, David, thank you. This means a lot, man. Won’t forget it, seriously.”

David slowly pulls out the belt from the loops of his pants and then walks over and gives it to him. This is his chance. He could make a run for it. But the other guys look at him like they know what he’s thinking.

“You naughty boy, David,” one of the guys looking at him says. “You were thinking of leaving us, huh?”

“Ugh, no. Not at all.”

The guy frowns by pushing out his lower lip.

“And leave your phone behind? Not smart, man.”

David nods and backs up. But the guy that was frowning at him puts his hand up and says, “Wait. Wa-a-a-a-ait, wait, wait, wait.”

“Yeah?”

“I think I thought of a way you could make it up to me.”

“Um, okay, how?”

The guy is looking up and down at David’s yellow shirt. David looks down at the shirt and then back up at him. They won’t possibly ask for that, David thinks. What do these guys wanna do?

The guy eyeing David’s shirt taps his finger to his lips and goes, “hm-m-m-m-m-m-m. You just got a really good sense of style, David. I mean, really. And that is an awesome shirt, man.”

“It is, though,” one of the other guys say.

“I mean, how do you throw this stuff together?”

“Um, I don’t know. I just get dressed like all of you.”

They all laugh.

“Yeah, we all get dressed.”

“Just like we all undress,” one of the other guys say.

He doesn’t like that that other comment was added. God, why did they say that? What’s they’re end goal, here? That, David shudders to think.

“I’m sorry, dude, I know we’re askin’ a lot of you, but, ugh, can I have your shirt, man?”

“What?” David says, laughing nervously.

“Your shirt. You really don’t wanna make me ask again, do you, David?”

David looks at the guy and at the ground a few times as he slowly brings up his hands and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Atta boy, David,” one of the other guys say.

He reveals the under shirt. A white tank-top with his thick chest hair above it. He pulls his shirt up out of his pants and unbuttons the cuffs before removing it, completely, and giving it to him. Now, more of David’s body is seen. His nipples are easily outlined and his pecs hang through the shirt like nice, thick chucks of meat. And anyone can plainly see, now, David is quite a hairy guy.

“Wow, dude, thank you.”

“I don’t know, man,” one of the other guys say.

“What?” the guy that took David’s shirt says.

“I mean, like you said, David has a nice sense of style. And only he would know you gotta wear that white undershirt underneath that yellow shirt.”

“Yeah, man,” another guy says. “It really pulls the whole outfit together.”

“Okay, guys, really.”

“What, David?” the guy that took his shirt says with fake concern. “I mean, you know they’re right, right?”

David looks around and reluctantly nods.

“So, I think you know what I’m gonna ask, David,” he says.

David nervously looks down at his tank top and then around the street.

“What, David? It’s not a bad thing to help your friends,” the guy holding the shirt says. “And anyone that walks past can see that.”

Nervously, David curves his fingers at the bottom of the undershirt and pulls up. Unveiling a stomach and chest that are completely covered in hair. There’s even this thicker line of hair that traces underneath his meaty pecs and then meets at a happy trail that’s going all the way down his stomach and into his jeans.

David gives the guy his undershirt.

“Great.”

“Well, gents,” the main guy said. “I think we should get going, yeah?”

Internally, David has a big sigh of relief. He’ll look funny without a shirt and shoes, but at least he won’t have less than that.

“Yeah,” another guys says. “David’s gotta get goin’, right?”

David nods his head as this big smile that practically swallows his face.

David is about to reach for his phone.

“Oh, wait, man,” one of the other guys says.

David stops. His heart literally jumps.

“What?” the main guy says.

“We got that party tonight, man.”

“Oh, yeah, right. Um, what did you say, bro? You, um, you wearin’ those jeans, right?”

David still is bent down reaching for his phone. Not sure if he should or not.

The guy clicks his tongue and says, “I don’t know, man. I mean, these jeans haven’t been washed in a few days.”

“Well, you got other pairs, right, bro?” another of ’em asks.

“You know what, you’re right,” the guy responds.

David continues to lean for his phone.

“Wait, bro,” another guy says, “Didn’t you say that your girlfriend is borrowing your pair of jeans?”

“Oh, that’s ri-i-i-i-i-ight. She is.”

“Well, did you have another pair?”

“I don’t know, man.”

David’s heart starts pounding again. This red begins to flush out his cheeks.

“I mean, I got my other pairs, but none of ’em really have that look, ya know? I mean, like, our friend, David, here, right? I mean, man, just look at those jeans.”

“Yeah, man,” another dude says. “You gotta admit, David really knows how to pick ’em.”

“Hey, where’d you get those jeans, David?”

He quickly turns around and looks up at the guy. “Um, online,” he says, almost breathlessly. “I mean, really, you can find ’em anywhere. Really, you can.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You’re smart, David.”

“Great.”

David’s about to turn around when he notices the guy is putting fingers to his chin. “Bu-u-u-u-u-u-ut, I mean, I don’t think they’re gonna have your touch, David.”

“Yeah, dude. Only you can rock a pair a jeans like that, bro”

“For sure.”

“I mean,” David says, “you, you don’t want mine.”

The guy asking about his jeans gives him this look like a light bulb went off above his head. “Actually, now that you mention it, David.”

“Oh, c’mon, man, you don’t want my pants.”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“When he’s right, he’s right,” another guy says.

“But, dude, this is David we’re talking about here,” the main guy says. “I mean, look at what all he’s given us. He’s a really selfless guy.”

The guy asking about the pants squints his eyes and shakes his finger at the main guy. “You do have a point, man.”

“Oh, c’mon guys, seriously?” David asks, almost exclaiming it.

“David, calm down, man,” he says. “We’re not gonna have you do anything that is gonna make you feel uncomfortable,” he adds.

“Yeah,” another guy says.

“Although, sometimes, we just gotta be pushed.”

“He’s right,” the guy says, eyeing his pants. “Be a pal, David. Can I have your jeans?”

David twiddles his fingers and bobs back and forth. He nervously smiles and reaches for the button of his pants and slowly begins to slide it out of place. This is followed by him pulling his zipper down. The very sound of it is making David shudder. He then pulls his jeans down, exposing his white underwear, and thick legs. He pulls his feet out of them, one at a time, and then hands them to the guy.

David walks backward while covering his crotch.

“David, you seem like a proud guy,” another guy says.

“I g-guess.”

“Then why you standing like that, bro? Pull your back up.”

David stands up.

“There ya go. And put your hands to your sides. That’s how real confident men stand.”

“Yeah, dude, I read that in an article.”

David looks down and up a few times and then cautiously puts his hands to his sides, pushing his very hairy chest and belly forward. He is now in his underwear in the middle of the street.

“Oh, you’re wallet, dude,” the guy says.

“Yeah, we’re not thieves, David.”

The guy pulls David’s wallet out and then brings it over.

As David takes his wallet from the guy, he tilts his head and goes, “Huh.”

David doesn’t like this. What the guy is looking at is David’s underwear.

“Man, that’s a nice pattern on your underwear, dude.”

“Um, thanks,” David says, quickly, taking the wallet.

“I mean, they’re just white underwear, but I think we’ve learned by now, no one does it like David,” the main guy says.

“Hey, dude, what’s your underwear drawer look like?” the main guy asks one of the other guys.

The other guy seethes in air through his teeth and says, “It’s lookin’ pretty slim, man. I mean, I got a lot of colors, but not your typical tighty whities like David here,” the guy says pointing at David’s last remaining piece of clothing.

David starts breathing hard.

“David, you okay, bro?” the guy pointing at his underwear said.

“Um, yeah.”

“Hey, ya know,” another guy says. “I heard somewhere that there’s a kind of meditation.”

“What kind of meditation?” another guy asks in that feigned curiosity.

“Well, you see, you’re calm, you’re collected, and it works.”

“Really?” one the guys say.

“Yeah,” the guy that brought up the meditation says. “Exce-e-e-e-ept, you gotta be wearing a bit less than David over here.”

David looks at him, quickly.

“It’s, it’s okay, man.”

“David, you’re our friend man,” another guy says.

“And friends know when friends are in trouble.”

“Yeah, we care, David. Really, we do, and you need to de-stress.”

“It’s um, it’s okay, really. I’m, I’m calm,” David says.

“Man, you are just screaming for help and you don’t even know it,” one of ’em says.

“Okay, look,” the main guy says. “You should really try it. I mean, you don’t wanna disappoint, us, do you?”

“Yeah, dude. You won’t like how that ends,” one of ’em says as they close in on him.

David’s breathing becomes a bit heavier as he notices the guys are walking closer towards him, tightening up the circle, almost breathing on him.

“Really, David, we’re doing this because we care,” one of ’em says, all looking at David with a bit more menace hidden underneath their sarcastic expressions.

David has his hands at his crotch again.

“David, I thought we talked about this,” the main guy says, eyeing David’s hands.

David removes his hands from his crotch and stands at attention.

“Great, now, I don’t wanna see that back slump and I don’t wanna see those hands anywhere else but at your sides,” the main guy says. “Okay, David? Or we’re gonna have to,” he squints his eyes cautiously. “Or we’re gonna have to get violent.”

David nods.

“Okay, now,” the main guy says, putting his hands on his shoulders, “Just calm down. Keep calm, okay, David?”

David nods his head again.

“Now, close your eyes.”

David doesn’t like this.

“Close . . . your . . . eyes, David” the main guy says more threateningly.

David closes his eyes.

“Now just think of the ocean. Are you thinking of it, David?” the main guy asks as David still feels his hands on his arms.

David nods.

“Good. Keep thinking of that, okay? Just keep thinking of the waves going ba-a-a-a-ack and fo-o-o-o-orth.”

As the main guy is talking, he feels another pair of hands on his underwear. And feels them pry into his waist band.

Then feels the main guy take his right hand of his arm and put it over his heart. It’s beating very fast.

“Just think of sound of the wa-a-a-aves,” the main guy almost whispers.

The prying fingers are now pulling at his underwear.

“Just think of the clouds and the bi-i-i-i-irds. Are you picturing it, David?”

David nods quickly, as he feels the very thing he doesn’t want to feel. His underwear is beginning to be pulled down.

Instinctively, David reaches for his dick.

“David, keep your hands at your God-damn sides, all right?” the main guy says as he feels all the other guys breathing on him.

David nods his head, keeping his eyes closed.

The air is starting to kiss his butt, now, while he can feel his pubic hairs unfurling from the stress of the waist band being pulled away from them.

“I’m sorry I had to get a little mean,” the main guy says.

His shaft is now trembling a little bit from the waistband of his underwear rubbing his dick as it’s slowly being exposed.

“Now,” the main guy says, keeping his hand on his heart. “Just keep picturing the beach.”

His prick now flops up, slightly, as it now has completely escaped his underwear. His whole ass is now shown. They’re like 2 soft boulders. Smooth and rounded just like the moon. With a little bit of hair over them.

“Listen to those wa-a-a-aves, David.”

His underwear is now being pulled all the way down his legs and he can feel the pair of hands pressing against his feet. Reluctantly, David lifts them one at a time. And now, his last shred of clothing has been taken away. His cock hangs like a meaty twig from the thick curls of pubic hair and his balls are perfectly rounded into a pair shape behind his dick. He’s completely naked in the middle of the street.

David still has his eyes closed, and he can feel the main guy’s hand pull away from his heart and then feels his fingers trace the hairs all the way down his stomach.

“Keep thinking of those waives, David.,” the main guy whispers. He can still feel the body heat of the other guys tightly closed around him.

The main guy plays with David’s pubic hair, and then his hand caresses his dick.

“Woooooshhhhh,” the main guy says.

David can feel the skin of his dick being pulled forward and pushed back. Slow at first, then faster. The hand now squeezing his prick a little bit tighter. David feels another hand start to softly caress his nuts. And then two other pairs of fingers delicately trace the hair around his nipples.

David’s breathing is getting faster as he starts to feel lips over top one of his ears. Kissing it gently. The nerves on David’s ear lobe are tingling underneath the weight of very gentle breath and lips.

David’s nipples are beginning to grow sensitive and becoming erect, just like his dick in the main guy’s hand.

“Just think of the ocean,” the main guy says as his breath is nearing David’s mouth and he feels the main guy’s lips over his. David intertwines his lips with the other guy’s. Their tongues sliding over each other.

He feels other pairs of hands lift his arms up a bit and fingers start delicately tickling the hairs under his armpits, causing the skin around them to shiver.

David’s dick is growing quick now as the shaft is gasping over the head, making the slit start to get wet with pre-cum. Hands and lips all over his body. And he finds himself moaning. His stomach beginning to shudder as his penis is starting to throb in through his veins, now, underneath the grip of the main guy’s hand.

“C’mon, David,” the main guy says as he’s still kissing David. “C’mon, baby.” As the small little hairs on his ear lobe are standing on end, reaching up into warm breath and a gentle pair of lips. As his arm pits are shuddering as fingers continue to ever-so-gently tickle them. His entire body is being made to quiver. His legs begin to tremble as semen swells up in his balls still being caressed and screaming out through the shaft. The main guy’s hand continues to go back and forth. Going faster, now. Until his dick can’t take it. Like a squirt gun, it shoots strands of cum into the main guy’s hand. David moans and shudders as his dick continues to jump up in the main guy’s hand.

David leans his head on the main guy’s shoulder as his body shakes. The last strands of semen ooze out of David’s still twitching cock.

“That’s right,” the main guy whispers. “That’s right.”

The slowly pull away from David as the main guy says, “Keep your eyes closed, David.”

David shudders through the last bit of spasms in his dick.

“I’m putting your phone and your wallet in a bag,” the main guy says as he feels several pairs of hands firmly hold his arms and then force them behind his back. He feels what must be hand cuffs go around his wrists.

“Wait, wait, don’t do this,” David says.

“Sh-h-h-h-h, keep those eyes closed, David.”

He hears the cuffs lock around his wrists and then what feels like a string is placed around one of his fingers, must be the bag.

“Guys, wait!” David says.

“Keep those eyes closed for a good minute, David,” he hears the main guy say. He also hears him and his boys walk away.

“Wait! Guys, wait, please!” David says, keeping his eyes closed

He then opens his eyes and looks behind him to see the whole gang run away with every stitch of clothing he had on. And now his meaty, hairy body and dick still dripping semen and firm, full butt bouncing a little from side to side as he quickly paces his legs back and forth is all on full display. And he has no way to cover himself. He has no choice but to walk home with every part of his body fully exposed.