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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School 9/15 (mFfg exhib mast)
Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 17:10:03 -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 9/15 (mFfg exhib mast)

Wednesday Evening

I was upstairs, working on my math problems when Sis knocked on
my door. It was open, to make sure I didn't cheat, a condition of
the deal that I remain nude until bedtime. "There's someone here
to see you," she announced impishly. "Ah ah ah! A deal's a deal,"
she reminded me when I reached for my shorts. 

"Who is it?" I asked, suppressing what I really wanted to say to
her. 

"Someone," she answered unhelpfully, turning her back to head
downstairs. 

Mumbling curses, resisting the urge to thump her on the top of
her head, I followed her down. My cock, which had finally decided
to take a rest after supper, rose slowly at the thought of being
displayed in public again. 

I turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and found Beth
waiting for me in the living room. My cock reacted like it had
seen a hot pussy in which to lodge itself, even though Beth was
in her usual neat, white shirt and shorts. I'd never seen her
dress sexy, but my dick sure didn't care. It wanted her! 

"Oh!" Beth looked surprised. "I didn't realize you were - uh --
...." 

I glared at Dee, who grinned mischievously at the two of us after
seeing my cock's reaction. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention
it." 

"Don't you have homework, squirt?" I asked Dee pointedly. 

She shook her head with wide-eyed innocence. "No." 

"I think I hear Mom calling you," I said ominously. 

"I don't," she countered, holding her hand to her ear
theatrically. "Do you, Beth?" 

"Get out of here!" I growled ominously just as Beth opened her
mouth. "Now!" I advanced threateningly on my little sister. 

"I'm going! I'm going!" Beth scampered out, cackling. 

"Sorry about that," I apologized to Beth. 

Beth seemed a little nonplused, as was I. "Oh, that's okay. I
know how it is." 

"You don't have a younger brother or sister," I reminded her. 

She grinned. "No, but I have an older brother. I used to devil
him when his girl friends came around, until he went away to
college. Not that I am your girl friend, you understand!" 

Aren't you? I thought, feeling a pang that surprised me. "You
miss him?" 

"Yeah," she admitted. "Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to
go for a walk with me. But, I guess maybe you're busy?" 

"No I'm not," I answered quickly. "Let me go upstairs...."

"Remember our deal," Sis called out, obviously eavesdropping at
the bottom of the stairs. "No clothes until bed time!" 

I looked daggers in her direction. "If, that is, you don't mind
being seen with me like this," I added to Beth. Then I had to
explain the deal. 

"Oh! You guys take deals seriously!" 

"Darn straight!" Dee announced loudly from just outside the room.


"Excuse me a minute, while I go skin someone!" I said to Beth,
going after my sister with blood in my eye. 

"I'm going, I'm going!" Dee scampered up the stairs with a
clatter. 

"I don't mind, if you don't," Beth assured my shyly when I turned
back to her. 

I thought it over, and decided it would be a good challenge for
me to surmount. "Can I wear shoes?" I called out to Dee, knowing
she was listening at the top of the stairs. 

"No shoes," she insisted cheerily. "Or socks." 

"Thanks a bunch! I'll be back in a moment," I headed upstairs to
shut down my computer. So far Sis hadn't cracked my password, but
I didn't trust her to stay away if it was on. That would be too
much temptation for her. 

"I can't wait until it's your turn," I warned Dee as I waited for
the shut-down routine to finish. 

"I might enjoy it," she retorted pertly. 

"Just you wait," I answered, then thought about it. "You just
might, come to think of it, you little pervert!" 

"Mom! Carl just called me a pervert!" 

"You are dear. And leave your brother alone. You'd better get to
your homework or I'll give you something serious to worry about!"


"Ooh-kay," Dee agreed, chastised. "Have a nice walk," she bade me
with a last flash of impudence. 

"I'm ready for this," I told Beth bravely as we went out the door
into the early evening dusk. "I wasn't wearing any more than this
when I mowed the lawn - both front and back this afternoon." 

"Oh, that was brave!" Beth complimented me. 

"Thanks." I blushed. "It wasn't too bad, except I got covered
with grass clippings and they kind of itched. And I think Beth
put out the word to every girl between the ages of ten and
fourteen, judging by the audience I had!" 

Beth mumbled something. 

"What?" 

She looked up at me wryly - she's about a half a foot shorter
than me. "I said I wish she'd let me know." 

"Oh! Well, here I am," I pointed out, spreading my arms wide just
as a car went by, the guy at the wheel looking surprised. 

"Yeah," Beth agreed shyly. "Here you are." She kept shooting
looks at my hardon. 

"Nice night," I said, trying to be casual. The sun was setting,
the western sky a bright orange while overhead the blue shaded to
purple. Mercifully, it was warm. The sidewalk was cold and gritty
under my bare feet. 

"Beautiful." 

I risked reaching for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers.
She looked up at me and flushed, but didn't take her hand back.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked. "I didn't bring any money
with me." 

"Oh, I'm not hungry or anything," she assured me quickly. "I -
just wanted to walk, and talk." 

"Okay." We walked along companionably. Someone was watering their
lawn and almost sprayed us as he stared. A woman pushing a
stroller toward us hesitated, almost crossed the street, then
stayed on our side, eyeing me frankly as she passed. 

"What's it like?" Beth asked. 

"What's what like?" 

"Walking around naked, on the street like this." 

"It's embarrassing," I admitted. "But it feels good, too. I like
the feel of the air touching me all over." Then I stepped on a
pebble and winced. "I do have to watch where I walk, though."  

"Is it exciting? Sexually, I mean?" 

I smiled wryly at her. "Can't you tell?" With my free hand I
waggled my jutting hardon. 

"Oh, yeah." In the setting sun it was hard to tell, but I think
she was blushing as much as I was. 

"This is funny," she mused after a few minutes of silence. 

"What is?" 

"Well, I mean, here we are. You're naked. I'm dressed. And then,
I, well, I masturbated you, right there in class...." 

"I'm glad it was you," I assured her. 

"I hear you got a - a blow job from Marilyn," she reported,
sounding upset. 

"She's a slut, you know that." I didn't say that was why I'd
chosen her for relief. 

"We haven't even kissed," Beth pointed out a little wistfully. 

My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my cock. "We
could remedy that," I suggested softly and hesitantly. 

"Would you like to?" she asked. 

"Would you?" 

"Uh huh." She nodded tensely. 

"Me, too," I admitted. 

We stopped, right there on the street. Lights were coming on in
the windows, a few people were still out. She tipped her face up,
and I leaned toward her. We were still holding hands. For a
moment we had to juggle noses and glasses so we didn't clash.
Then she put a hand on my shoulder, and our lips met and it felt
to me like electricity was flowing between us. 

Our bodies didn't touch, just our lips. 

"That was nice," she said softly. 

"Very." It was hard to breathe. "Want to do it again?" 

"Yeah," she whispered, tipping her head up again. 

This time it went more smoothly. I moved closer, and my cock
touched her!

She didn't pull back, but let go of my hand and put both hands on
my naked waist, and drew me closer. I squirmed, so my cock slid
upwards as we came together, and I felt her warm, cloth covered
body against my bare skin from my chest to my knees. Her arms
went around me, her hands on my naked back, stroking my flesh,
while I stroked her through her blouse, feeling the ridge made by
her bra. 

My cock was a hard lump between us, impossible to ignore. 

I felt her lips open, just a tiny bit, and let mine open, too,
and our tongues touched timidly and I breathed her breath, her
scent, and she breathed mine, and I thought, for a moment, I was
going to faint. 

"Wow!" she breathed when we finally broke the kiss. 

"Yeah!" I agreed, conscious of how the few people out were
watching us. I moved us along, our hands interlaced again, my
cock harder than ever. 

"Oh!" She brushed at something on her tummy, and I realized my
dick was leaking. 

"I'm sorry," I apologized, mortified. 

She giggled nervously. "That's okay, it'll dry." 

"I like you," I admitted. 

"You want me," she responded wisely. 

"Yes," I admitted. "One thing about being naked is there's no way
to hide that." I laughed nervously. 

She squeezed my hand. "That's okay, I want you, too. Only, only."


"You're not ready." 

She nodded. 

"Neither am I," I admitted. 

We walked quietly, hand in hand. "Do you have contact lenses?"
she asked suddenly. 

"Yeah, but I never wear them," I admitted. "They're so much work,
keeping them clean and everything. I've been wearing glasses for
years. I'm blind without `em." 

"Me, too," she agreed. 

"I think you look pretty in glasses," I assured her quickly. Hers
weren't flashy or anything, just nice oval frames, but they did
look good on her, and they made her look smart, which she was,
and I liked that, too. 

"Really? And sexy?" 

"And sexy," I assured her. "But I bet you look good in contacts,
too." 

"I usually look like I've got something in my eye," she answered
wryly. 

"Me, too," I agreed. 

"Walk me home?" she asked. 

"Sure," I answered happily. 

As we walked now, fingers interlaced, she leaned against me, her
free hand hugging my arm against the shy, warm, soft swelling of
her breast. 

It was dark by the time we reached her house. We lingered in the
shadows. I know I didn't want to say "good night," and I don't
think she did, either. 

"I'd invite you in, but...." 

I looked down at myself, my hardon still seeking a target. "I
understand," I assured her. 

"I - it'll take me a while to get them used to the idea," she
explained. 

"I know." 

"I tried running around naked, after I got home. I was alone. It
was exciting!" She sounded a little breathless. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Uh huh." She nodded yes. 

We stood there in the dark, snuggling. She was warm and soft
against me, and I wished we could be even closer, that there was
nothing between us at all. 

Somebody flicked the porch light on, and we both knew she had to
go in. 

"Well. Good night." She went up on her tip toes and gave my cheek
a quick peck. 

I looked down at her, saw it in her eyes, and wrapped my arms
around her, feeling her small, slender frame and sweet body
against me once again. This kiss was long, and wet, and sloppy
and I tasted her, and she tasted me until we were both
breathless. Finally I mustered the strength to ease her away.
"Good night," I whispered. 

Kissing her finger, she put it to my lips. "Good night." 

From the shadows, I watched her walk up the walk and go inside.
After the porch light went out I headed homeward. Suddenly I
remembered that the homecoming dance was Saturday night, and I
almost turned back to ask Beth if she wanted to go with me. But I
chickened out and continued on. 

Half a block away from home I couldn't take it any longer.
Finding a patch of deep shadows on someone's lawn, I ducked into
it. I was still in full view of the street, if a car had come
from the wrong direction. Wrapping my hand around my iron hard
cock, remembering the kisses, the feel of her against me, I
jerked off until I spurted and spurted and spurted, thick gobs of
cum, my groin knotting up until my balls were wrung dry. 

Then I walked the rest of the way home, savoring the fragrant
night air's touch on my naked body, smelly musky from cum,
feeling the last drizzles of it drying on my now exhausted dick.

I vowed that tomorrow I'd ask her to the dance, no matter what. 

I don't remember the feel of the ground under my feet at all, and
I had to pull a thorn out of my heel before I got into bed! 






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