Clothes stolen stories

[Eugene_Oregon]

These stories are from around the time I was 14 - 16. My interest in ENF was growing, and I was beginning to wonder what it would be like to be naked in public. Part of the thrill was that it is illegal, but just thinking about being dressed only in my birthday suit, not even with any shoes or socks on, excited me.
Needless to say, I had an erection throughout most of these stories, and would have masturbated myself to an orgasm multiple times.
I hope you enjoy!

xxx

I was at the public swimming pool with my friends. After our session, we showered, retrieved our bags from the lockers, and I went into a cubicle next to my friend to change.
I deliberately dropped my bag and towel onto the floor next to ten dividing wall, and dropped my swim shorts there as well.
I gradually pushed them further under the gap beneath the wall and the floor until he would notice them.
Before long, he pulled them out of my reach.
I called his bluff when he joked about leaving me with nothing, throwing in a few friendly insults for good measure to annoy him. When he was dressed, he gave me one final chance to get my stuff back; again, I deliberately made sure to irritate him, and said that I wasn't cold even as I chattered my teeth.
To my delight, he left, leaving me completely naked in public!
No more than 10 minutes later, he took sympathy on me; tossing my towel into my cubicle, and telling me that he'd left my bag in one of the many lockers. In my horny state, I wanted to throw the towel back and tell him to get lost, but the rational part of my brain reasoned that there was a chance he'd leave for good, and then I'd really be in trouble!
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I started searching every unlocked locker (fortunately, the changing room was reasonably quiet now). But the longer my search went on, the more panicked I became; had he lied, and left me to get home in only a towel?
I heard a giggle and someone call my name. Turning around, there was a girl from my class standing there; fully dressed, which made me feel self-conscious.
I wanted her to rip away my towel, as she had clearly worked out I had no shorts on, but alas, all she did was make me feel embarrassed, before taking pity on me and helping me locate my bag.
All of my stuff was in there, and with no way to engineer another situation to lose my clothes without arousing suspicion, I dressed and went home.

xxx

I was at a summer camp with my Boy Scouts group.
I was one of the older members, and towards the end of the week, my burning desire to be forced into streaking was too great to ignore.
I started being rude and unfair to some of the more impressionable boys; not so much that there would be a long-term falling out, but just enough that they'd want to put me in my place.
Every evening, our schedule involved having a shower as part of our bedtime routine, and I sensed the perfect opportunity.
The shower room was a series of cubicles split by a curtain, which separated the shower from the area to leave your clothes in.
After stripping off, I left the cubicle door wide open before hopping into the shower.
I made sure to take far longer in the shower than I needed to, after everyone else would have finished and dressed.
I pretended not to hear the other boys conspiring, but I knew they were right outside the shower curtain.
When I heard the shower room door slam a few times, and couldn't make out any voices, I switched off the shower. Pushing back the curtain, I was thrilled to see that they had stolen everything!
I quickly closed and locked the cubicle door, my heart racing. I was both terrified and excited. I knew they weren't going to come back; I was going to have to streak! On the other hand, I didn't want the boys to get in trouble, and I would also be embarrassed if someone found me stranded in the shower block in only my birthday suit, so I knew I'd have to move sooner rather than later. I afforded myself a few minutes to psyche myself up for what I was about to do.
I was getting colder, so I was soon exiting my cubicle, padding over to the shower block door, and peering out.
It was dark outside, so unless someone was walking close by, they wouldn't see that I was naked. It was also fortunate that I knew the way back to my cabin.
In all my fantasies, I had never considered just how cold, or how brutal underfoot on my bare feet, it would be.
I experienced a thrill I'd never felt before as I half-ran, half-stumbled back to my cabin, with the occasional need to take shelter when I heard voices or footsteps nearby. With no watch or phone, I don't know how long it took me to make it back, but I was freezing cold when I did.
The other boys I shared a cabin with had locked the door, and had a good laugh at me through the windows as I stood there: stark naked, shivering, red-faced, hands clasped over my crotch. At least they weren't taking photos.
To prolong the experience, I insulted them and used empty threats to encourage them to leave me outside.
The portion of my brain that wasn't thinking clearly wanted them to leave me outside all night, but in hindsight, I was lucky that they didn't. I'd have probably frozen to death!
There was another round of laughter when they finally unlocked the door, and a fresh wave of embarrassment as I was shivering naked surrounded by a fully-dressed crowd.
I hastily pulled on my pyjamas, and after a few minutes, everyone settled down and went to bed.
The incident was never mentioned in front of the adult group leaders, and the boys felt remorseful the next morning. In their minds, they probably thought they'd been too mean in their prank; little did they know, it was exactly what I wanted!

[Jeepman89]

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