15: The wave...
The beach was so private, just Ryan running for the last two miles. “I could run naked,” Ryan thought. At first it was just a fun thought, but after another ten minutes of nobody, Ryan decided it was really the perfect place. He had always wanted to run totally free of clothes, but for his Nike Daybreak shoes and matching socks. Ryan stopped, looked up and down the beach, making sure it was clear. Quickly, the shorts came off.
The run was amazing. He watched as his male anatomy bounced in stride with his pace. He dashed in and out of the surf. The cool water felt great, he did not care that his shoes were getting soaked with salty brine. They would dry.
Ryan was loving it!
As he ran into the surf a third time, a wave knocked his balance and he went flying into the water. His shorts went free of his hand. He rolled in the wave. As he stood up, his dilemma hit him. “Fuck,” he said as he frantically looked for the shorts. “Where the fuck are my shorts!” He was panicked, alone and totally naked on a beach at least five miles from the house. Suddenly, his great idea had become an awkward nightmare.
... to be continued...
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