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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School 8/15 (mfFg+ exhib mast inc?)
Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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The idea for this series obviously comes from the "Karen Naked at
School" series posted by Karen Wagner back in June of this year.
I felt the males who participated in the school program should be
given the opportunity to tell of their experiences. I can only
offer Karen my thanks for the inspiration. I hope I have done her
orginal concept justice. 

Peregrinef

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Carl Naked in School 8/15 (mfFg+ exhib mast inc?)

Wednesday Afternoon

After school I hadn't pedaled even half a block before I decided
my butt was still too sore for the bicycle seat and I dismounted.
I was walking it when I heard Beth calling me and waited for her
to catch up. 

"Hi," she greeted me shyly. 

"Hi yourself," I responded, wondering how she could change from
being so teasing and flirtatious this morning to shy now. 

"I - uh - heard you had Stephanie - uh - give you relief in gym,"
she admitted. 

Maybe that was it? Maybe she was jealous? "I would have asked you
to, if you'd been there." 

"Oh!" She thought this over a moment. "She's very sweet." 

"She's nice," I agreed. "But you're more my type." I didn't admit
I'd felt Stephanie's breast. 

"I feel bad for her," Beth went on. "People make fun of her just
because she's kinda plump." 

"Yeah." It didn't seem right to admit that I liked Beth's petite
frame better than Stephanie's plumpness. And then, Beth was
smarter than Stephanie, too. I could really talk with her.
"She'll find the right guy," I assured her confidently. 

"I hope so." 

We walked along companionably for a few minutes. I could tell
something else was bothering her. We were almost to the corner
where she'd turn toward her house when she broke the silence. 

"I heard that Karen has been seen naked on the streets, in
public." 

"Really?" I kind of wished I'd seen that, but I didn't say that
to Beth. "Well, it's allowed, according to the new laws, and the
program brochure they gave me encourages it." 

"Are you going to do it?" 

I thought about it, and felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. "I
don't know," I admitted, blushing. "Would you do it?" 

"Me?" Beth squeaked. "I'm not in the program." 

"You might be, maybe even next week," I pointed out. 

"I'm trying not to think of that!" 

I understood that. "You might want to, though. Think about it, I
mean. It's probably going to happen, sooner or later." 

She looked at me sharply. "Are you hoping I will be chosen?" 

She was smart, all right. "Uh - yeah, I guess I am. I mean,
you're cute, and, yeah, I'd like to see you naked," I admitted,
blushing. "I mean, it seems fair, since you've seen me." 

We paused at her corner and she thought this over. "I suppose
so," she admitted dubiously. "But I'd die of embarrassment!" 

"I thought I would, too, but I didn't," I pointed out. "You might
try going around naked at home, when no one is there, I mean, so
you can sort of get used to how it feels." 

She shivered. "I've - I've gotta get home. See you tomorrow?" 

"You sure will," I answered with a chuckle. "All of me!" 

"Yeah!" She giggled. "See you." 

"See you." 

I watched her walk away, pony tail swishing. This time her hips
weren't swinging the way they had that other time, and her steps
were slow, like she was thinking hard. She looked nice that way,
too. 

I turned toward home. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the
grass needed mowing. After putting my bike away in the garage I
went in the house and dumped my books at the foot of the stairs,
getting a quick snack before tackling the lawn. Sis was still
out. 

Up in my room, I thought about what Beth had asked - if I was
going to go naked on the streets as well as in school. The
thought rattled me, because I knew it would be embarrassing, but
I had to admit that I also wanted to do it. If Karen was doing
it, why shouldn't I? 

I tried to set the idea aside as I went to take care of the lawn.
We don't have a lot of grass, just a small back yard, with an
above ground pool taking up a big chunk of it, and a tiny patch
of lawn in front, and it's flat. We have one of those old reel
type mowers you push. 

I got the mower out and took it out the side door of the garage
to do the back yard first. Then I paused. There was a fence. The
neighbors could see in the back yard only if they came right to
the fence, or from an upstairs window. Otherwise the yard was
shielded from view. 

Taking a deep breath, I stripped off my shirt and draped it over
the bush by the door. Then I skinned down my shorts, liberating
my cock to stand up in the gentle breeze. Stepping out of my
shoes and pulling my socks off, so I was completely naked, I put
the shorts with my shirt, and grasped the handles of the mower.
It whirred eagerly as I stepped out into the sun and air of the
open yard. 

I never used the basket for catching the clippings. Dad said it
was better to let them go back into the soil. Without it, they
fountained back, spattering against me all the way up to my
chest, sometimes my face. They were cool, and stung just a tiny
bit when they hit, but it felt good. 

The grass was cool and moist under my feet. It smelled sweet and
fresh. The air touched me all over, and I remembered that night
when I was thirteen. It was one of the last time my folks had
been together, and they'd gone with Sis to something at her
school, and were going to be out late, so I knew it was safe to
run around the house naked. I'd scampered around the yard in the
cool night air, my thirteen year old pecker hard, eager, pointing
and seeking for something it didn't yet know what was. It still
didn't really know the real thing, I mused, as I pushed the mower
around the  yard, but it was getting a lot closer to finding out.


Finishing the back yard, I paused at the gate. This, now, was the
real test - did I have the guts to go out naked and mow the front
lawn? I thought of Karen walking down the street naked, and my
prick stiffened even more. 

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and stepped out, the
concrete walk hot under my bare feet. I was more conscious than
ever of the feel of the sun on my naked skin, the breeze touching
my pubic hair. Even my balls felt it! I could feel the whole
world with every inch of my naked skin. My hardon felt heavy as
it swayed, tugging at my groin. 

Sweating with more than just effort, I made myself step out and
begin the first cut, along the driveway, right toward the street.
I kept feeling like I was being watched, though there was no one
on the street at the moment. Reaching the end of that first cut,
I turned to make the usual swath along the narrow strip of grass
between the sidewalk and the street, and just then a car turned
the corner and came toward me. 

I almost bolted for the back yard, but stiffened my resolve. The
car slowed as it neared me, and I looked up as a complete
stranger, a woman, drove past, staring. Managing a smile, I
tossed her a wave, and she floored the accelerator in shock, I
suppose. 

"Hi, Carl!" a girl about eight called, coming out of the house
across the street. 

"Hi, Susie," I responded warily. 

"You don't have any clothes on," she pointed out. 

"Nope!" 

"How come?" 

I thought a moment. How could I explain the program to someone
her age? "Because I felt like it." 

"My mom won't let me go around naked. Does yours?" 

"She didn't used to. She does now." I kept mowing, finishing the
second swath on the strip closest to the street, thinking maybe
she'd go away. 

"What's that sticking out from you?" 

"My penis," I answered, blushing furiously, stopping at the end
to talk with her. 

"You look funny!" Susie said with a giggle. 

"Susie! You come back inside, right now!" Susie's mother called.
"Don't embarrass him!" 

I smiled wryly. "She's just curious, and I don't mind." 

Susie's Mom, Mrs. Cadwallader, was standing with her the
driveway. "I read in the paper about the program, Carl, but I
didn't know you were in it." 

"Yes'm," I answered. "Since Monday." I leaned against the mower
handle, my hardon burning in the sun, and the mower moved away,
making me stagger like a fool. I tried to brush off the grass
clippings that were sticking to my sweat, but it didn't work. "I
hope you don't mind too much. It's part of the program, to be
naked in public." 

She glanced at Susie, who was still staring at me, a finger in
her mouth, then back at me. "Do you have to be like - that -
hard, I mean?" 

I could only shrug, and blush. "You know teenage boys, Mrs.
Cadwallader. If I could help it, I would. I suppose, after I get
used to being naked, I won't get as many erections." 

She mumbled something. 

"What?" I asked, not having heard it clearly. 

"Nothing," she answered. "I guess it's okay. Let me know if Susie
bothers you." 

She went back inside, and I went back to mowing, Susie still
watching me. 

I crossed the sidewalk to the main part of the front lawn,
puzzling over what Mrs. Cadwallader had said under her breath. It
sounded something like "I wish you could give some of yours to my
husband," but I couldn't believe she'd say that. 

The next turn I made, I looked up and discovered my audience had
grown. Two friends of Susie's, I guess, were standing with her.
As I started the next pass, a girl about thirteen came walking
along and joined them. 

"Looks like you've got a fan club," Sis observed wickedly when
she came up. 

I paused, wiping my forehead again. "Tell me about it! Can you do
supper tonight?" 

"Hi guys," she greeted the group across the street. "Hi, Carol!"

"Hi, Dee," the thirteen year old responded, barely looking at
Sis. "Is that your brother?" 

"Uh huh." Dee nodded. 

"You're lucky!"  

Sis giggled and waved. "Make you a deal," Sis offered to me. 

"What's that?" 

"You have to stay naked all evening, until you go to bed, and
stay out here until dinner time," she answered wickedly. 

"I have homework to do!" I protested. "There's not that much to
do out here." 

"I'll do supper, and the dishes," she haggled. "The flowerbed
needs weeding." 

I thought about it. I could toss off most of my homework after
supper, and I really didn't want to get stuck with cooking and
the dishes. "O-kay," I agreed at last. "Deal." I spit on my palm
and held my hand out. 

She spit on hers and we shook on the deal, a solemn ritual in our
house. Then she giggled. "You forgot. It was my turn anyway!" 

"Hey, wait a minute! That's not fair!" I protested. 

She skipped up the walk. "A deal's a deal," she reminded me. 

Grumbling, I went back to the lawn, noting that within a few
minutes that the crowd across the street had suddenly grown a
lot, and there were some on this side now, kids from ten to
fourteen or so - grade and middle school age. I was willing to
bet some of them were Dee's friends that she'd invited. Then I
saw more girls her age coming, and realized she was probably
using a phone tree to tell the whole town! 

I wanted to go in and wring her neck! But, in our house, a deal
was a deal, even though I'd been suckered - or, rather, I'd
suckered myself. 

Finishing the lawn, I took the mower to the garage, to a chorus
of boos. When I came back with the weeder they applauded, and the
few that had started to leave came back. Down on my knees, I
began prying long rooted weeds out of the flower bed, giving them
a great view of my butt as I did. 

I was still at it as mom drew up in the car, scattering the
crowed in the driveway, the garage door rolling up out of her
way. "What on earth?" she asked. 

I explained what had happened. 

She thought a moment, and smiled. "Well, a deal is a deal," she
reminded me. "And don't come in the house until you've washed off
all those clippings!" 

I assured her I wouldn't, and went on weeding, on my knees, my
hardon dangling downwards, conscious of all those eyes on me.
Other parents started coming home, and all I could do was blush
more when they saw my hapless state. I guess most of them had
heard about the program. A few of them gathered and watched,
talking before going inside. 

The women tended to linger. 

Finally Mom called to tell me to wash for dinner. Turning on the
hose, I stood in the driveway and hosed myself off, the water
stung, and was icy cold, making my nipples stiffen and my cock
wilt some. I finally finished, and then hosed the clippings off
the driveway while I let the sun and air dry me off. Some of my
audience had gone in by then, but others had come along. After
turning off the water, I apologized to them. 

"Sorry, folks, I've got to go in to supper now." 

"Awwwwww," some of them protested. 

"Maybe I'll wash the car tomorrow," I told them. "Never can
tell." 

It was a relief to be inside, but I still couldn't put anything
on, as Sis reminded me. "I hope you can put up with me this way,"
I told Mom. 

She looked me up and down. "Oh, I think we can. You look good,
but isn't that hardon you're carrying getting a bit sore?" 

I admitted it was. 

"So, do something about it," she ordered, tossing me a dish
towel. 

Sis just stood there, gaping, eyes wide. 

"Here and now?" I gulped. This was my mother, and my sister
watching! 

"It's as good a time and place as any," Mom pointed out.
"Besides, you've done in front of a whole class at school, I
believe." 

I flushed, but I was really getting sore by now. I'd been hard
for about two hours! Dropping on to the sofa, I slouched, curling
my hand around my hot, throbbing prick and began stroking it. Mom
was in the doorway, moving her feet restlessly as I masturbated,
and I saw Dee, behind her, sneak a finger down to her crotch,
pressing against her shorts. Her little nipples were sticking out
against her tee shirt, too. 

"Ahh - ah - ah - ah - ahh - aaaahhhhhh," I sighed, letting them
both see the cum jetting from the tip of my cock. It was one of
the best cummings I'd had yet. Mom seemed to be breathing hard,
and Sis was panting, her legs crossed around the hand she had in
her crotch, her hips working. 

It was a minute or so before Mom broke the silence. "Well, now,"
she said in a strained way as I mopped myself off, "I believe
it's dinner time. What are we having, Dee?" 

My sister shook herself out of wherever she had gone. "Oh, yeah.
Uh - well, it's creamed turkey on rice. If you still want it." 

We all looked at each other, looked at the big, creamy blob of
cum oozing from my prick, and exploded into laughter. 






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