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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School 10/15 (mfF exhib mast)
Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 18:10:04 -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 10/15 (mfF exhib mast)

Thursday Morning and Afternoon

I didn't see Beth until just before French class. I was naked, of
course, and had to put up with a whole picture session for Peggy
Schwartz, outside - flexing my muscles, even bending over and
showing my butt. 

But I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my life when I drew
Beth aside outside the classroom. I'd been rehearsing this
conversation all night. 

"I know it's real short notice, but ... would you go to the dance
with me this Saturday?" I asked nervously. I held my breath. 

She nibbled her lip, and I tried desperately to read her
expression. Oh God, what if she already had a date? I'd die! I'd
wet my pants! Only I wasn't wearing any. 

"You're right, it is kind of short notice," she observed. 

My heart plunged, along with my hardon. "I mean, if you've got
another date, I understand. I should have asked sooner, only I've
never even been to a dance before." 

"I didn't say that," she said softly. "I just said it is kind of
short notice!" 

"I'm sorry," I apologized abjectly. 

She squeezed my arm. "Of course I'll go with you!" she whispered
eagerly. 

"You will!" I barely avoided shouting. The "you" came out loudly,
but I managed to muffle the "will" to a muffled squeak, at least.
My cock responded like a cheerleader that had been goosed. "You
really will?" 

"Yes!" she hissed softly. "I've never been to a dance either,
though my Mom made me go to dance classes," she added wryly. 

"Wow! Me, too. Uh - should I get you a corsage or something?" 

She smiled, her dimples deepening. "If you'd like." 

"What color should it be? What's your favorite color?" 

She mused a minute. "White is always nice, and it goes with
anything. I don't know what I'll wear," she moaned suddenly. 

"I'm sorry, I should have asked sooner," I apologized again. 

"I'll think of something," she assured me quickly. "A white
corsage would be nice. I like camellias." 

"Camellias," I agreed, hoping I'd remember. 

"Now come on, we'll be late for class. How are you doing?" she
looked down at my dick, which had gotten stiff as a poker, once
she'd accepted my invitation to the dance. 

"Would you?" I asked her as we went through the door. I knew what
she meant, and she knew what I meant. 

"Ask me," she whispered before heading for her seat. Her hips
were twitching like her pony tail again, and I was pretty sure
what her answer would be! 

"Uh - Mademoiselle Duclos?" I asked, practically quivering. I'd
done this in front of enough classes by now. Embarrassment was
running a distant second to horniness at this point, and the
thought of it being Beth only made me hornier, if that's a word.

"Oui, Monsieur Walker? You would like some `elp, perhaps?" 

"Oui. Mademoiselle Finch, would you assist me please?" I asked
Beth formally. 

Her dimples were as deep as I'd ever seen them. "Oui, Monsieur
Walker, I will." 

She didn't hurry. In fact, she sauntered, and it was one of the
sexiest things I'd ever seen. Reaching me, she looked up and me,
and winked as she curled her fingers under my dick. Then I
stifled a gasp as she knelt before me. 

The whole class was holding its breath! 

For a moment I thought she was going to suck my cock, and wanted
to stop her, but I couldn't! 

Only, she didn't. Instead, with my dick at about her eye level,
she studied it closely, even fingered the slit at the tip (my
knees almost buckled) and then began to gently stroke it. A thick
bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and she spread it over the
head with her thumb and down the underside of the shaft, making
it slick as glass as she slid her dainty hand up and down my
hardon, her hand skating over the super-sensitive cap with every
stroke. 

My cock sent another wave of pre-cum out to lubricate things, its
musky scent rising. 

I couldn't last long, much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure. I
groaned. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned Beth softly, afraid of how
she'd feel if she got a faceful of my jizz. 

Beth refused the tissues Mademoiselle Duclos was holding out, and
just then my cock erupted the first, thick wad of creamy semen.
Beth barely flinched as the gooey gobbet shot out. The first one
hit her chin, then she bent my dick down so the second one hit
the base of her throat, just above the gold cross she wore on a
chain just above the opening of her blouse, to ooze slowly down
between her breasts, the rest landed further down, spattering her
blouse, on the shy slope of her breasts. 

She watched every single convulsion, her hand milking my joyously
erupting prick, and caught every thick, creamy shot, the last few
droolings dropping on her pretty, knee length plaid skirt. Once
my dick began to soften and shrink, she carefully milked it dry
into her lap before releasing me and holding out her cum-sticky
hand for me to help her to her feet. 

A thick dribble hung from her chin, and I gently scooped it off.
"Thank you," I whispered gratefully. 

She grabbed my hand, studied my finger with its coating of semen,
eyed it a moment, her mouth working nervously. Then she took my
finger in her mouth, and sucked it, her mouth and tongue
sensuously hot around my finger, savoring my juices. 

"You're welcome," she answered softly. 

The whole class applauded as she went back to her seat, my cum
staining her oh-so conservative clothes. She made no effort to
mop at it as it soaked in, lewd evidence of what she'd just done.


I caught her right after class, still stunned by the whole
performance, my dick rising even as I thought of it. I looked
down at her, at my cum on her blouse and skirt. Even the cross
she wore was stuck to her skin with it, white and crusty as it
dried on her. "Why did you do that?" I asked her, still shocked.
"Aren't you going to wash it out?" 

"No, I'm not!" She looked up at me, and she was very serious.
"I'm going to leave it on there all day. Maybe forever. I want
everyone to know that I'm your girl." 

I could only gape at her when she walked away from me, and I had
to hurry to catch up to her so we could walk to math together.
When I slipped my hand through her arm, she drew it close so the
back of my hand pressed against the soft swelling of her breast.
She looked up and me and winked, moving her arm so I felt her
nipple against the back of my hand through her blouse, and I
realized she wasn't wearing a bra! I'd never known her to do
that! 

I was ready to cum again already. I was ready to walk through
fire for her! I wondered if this was what love felt like.  

I was still feeling like I was floating when I passed the
principal's office after lunch. I was just in time to see Karen
get her paddling. I flushed at her embarrassment, remembering my
own from the paddling I took from Miss Mitchell the day before. 

She was flushed, but I had the feeling it wasn't from
embarrassment alone as she stretched out on the bench and someone
held her arms out straight. Her ass was soft, and round, smooth
and white, until the paddle struck, when it quickly flared pink.

Three strokes for being impertinent, with a long paddle, not a
ping pong paddle like the one I'd felt. I wondered if three
strokes of a long paddle across both ass cheeks was easier to
take than the six I'd taken, three on each cheek. 

When Karen got up, she thanked the principal, and then hurried
off, one of the boys who I'd heard was hanging around her
trailing along. She looked like she was in a hurry, and something
about the look in her eyes as she passed me made me think
"horny." Maybe the guy with her was going to get laid? No, not in
school, but maybe he'd finger her. 

I was heading for my next class from there when Miss Mitchell
intercepted me outside her office called me in. For a moment I
thought I was in for another licking, but she offered me a chair.
The leather felt cold under my butt, and she made no secret of
staring at my seemingly perpetual hardon. 

"I had a discussion with the band director this morning," she
began. "I understand you've been selected to Dot the `i' this
Saturday at half time." 

"Yes'm." 

She fingered a pencil. "You realize, I hope, that since this is
an extra-curricular activity, the rules still apply to you, even
though it is Saturday?" 

"No clothes?" I prickled at the idea. 

"No clothes," she assured me. "Only shoes to protect your feet."

I thought of it. Naked, marching around alone on the field until
I found my place; naked on the football field, with the stands
full of parents and students watching me. 

"If it is any consolation," she went on, "as part of the program,
the cheerleaders will be performing nude as well." 

"That should build attendance nicely!" I blurted out, wishing I
could run a binoculars concession. I'd make a mint! 

Miss Mitchell seemed to be suppressing a smile at that response.
"I suspect it will," she agreed. "But how do you feel about it?"

"Uh - nervous, embarrassed." I paused, and decided to be candid.
"And excited." 

"I thought you might. You seem to be partaking in the program
quite comfortably," she observed. "Or, perhaps `comfortably'
isn't exactly the word I want?" She indicated my throbbing
hardon, and it twitched in reaction! 

I debated with myself, feeling surprisingly close to this
authority figure that before had been so remote and so scary. I'd
heard she'd been a counselor before becoming assistant principal,
and wondered if she was psychoanalyzing me. "To tell you the
truth - well, I - I've had nightmares where I was suddenly in a
school hallway, naked. In the past, I mean." 

She nodded. "Not an unusual nightmare." 

"Only, for me, it wasn't really a nightmare," I confessed. "I
mean, it was frightening, but, well, it was exciting, too. I'd
wake up...." I let my voice trail off. 

"You'd wake up aroused," she concluded. 

"Yes'm." 

"Wet dreams?" she asked. 

"Sometimes." I blushed. 

"It happens." 

"Not since, not since I've - uh - had relief here," I admitted.
"Though it's been less than a week." 

"I think you'll find that having that outlet will reduce the
frequency of that dream. It might even eliminate it completely.
And how does the reality compare to the dream?" 

"It's hard to say." I thought this over. "It's better, I think."

"I'm glad to hear that." 

She seemed to be finished and I started to get up. 

"Oh, one more thing. Are you planning to attend the dance on
Saturday? I don't believe you usually do, but thought I'd better
check." 

"Uh, as a matter of fact, I am." 

"Oh! Good, I'm glad to hear that. You're really making strides in
terms of socialization, I guess." 

"I guess." Obviously she'd been studying me, and I did kind of
resent being regarded like some kind of lab rat. 

"But there may be one problem," she continued. 

"What's that?" 

She fiddled with her pencil, stroking it as she gazed once again
at my dick. "Uhm, well, that is considered a school sponsored
extra curricular activity. As such, it, too, is included within
the parameters of the program." 

I could feel myself blanching. "You mean...." 

"I mean, you will have to attend it nude," she explained. 

"Like this?" I looked down at myself. 

"Like that." She pointed with the pencil. 

"Ohmygosh. But what if B - my date objects?" 

"If Miss Finch is unwilling to accept those terms, you can attend
stag." Miss Mitchell looked sympathetic. Boy, did she have a spy
network, already knowing who my date was! 

"Oh wow," I moaned. "Oh no." 

"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. I suggest you break the news
to her as soon as possible. You can't possibly spring it on her
at the last minute, after all." 

"No'm," I agreed unhappily. Oh, Beth, what will this do to you? 

Half in a daze, I wandered out of the office and in the direction
of gym, wondering how I could tell her, and what she would say. I
felt my chance at a real dance type date going right down the
drain, and taking Beth with it. Why would any girl, especially
one as sweet and innocent as Beth, want to go to a fancy dance
with a naked date? I mean, like, this was the homecoming ball.
Everyone got really dressed up for it - well, suits and ties on
the guys and nice dresses on the girls, anyway. 

Even if Beth would have me, how could I go naked? 

I was in such a funk I didn't even need to ask for relief for the
rest of the day. After band practice I found my bike had a flat
tire, so I was slogging my way home with it when I heard Beth
calling me. 

All right, I was a chicken. I'd been avoiding her, telling myself
I'd call her on the phone when I got home, instead of facing her
in school. 

"Carl!" 

"Oh, hi," I mumbled. "I didn't hear you." 

"You've been avoiding me," she countered shrewdly. 

Damn, why did I have to love a girl who was so smart? I thought
of denying it, tried to, but I couldn't lie to her. "Yeah," I
admitted gloomily. 

"Why?" The hurt in her voice went through me like a knife. 

I couldn't look at her. "I can't go to the dance with you." 

She stopped in her tracks. I even took a couple of steps before I
could react and she jumped forward and grabbed me, making me drop
my bike. "Why not? Did you ask someone else? I bet you got a date
with that slut Marilyn!" 

"No! I haven't even talked to her since she gave me that blow
job," I countered quickly. "I can't go, that's all." 

"Why not?" I started to reach for my bike, but she stopped me.
"Why not?" she asked more plaintively, more gently. 

"Because, since it's an extracurricular activity." 

"Besides being ungrammatical, that doesn't make any sense." 

"I - can't wear any clothes if I go," I muttered. "I'm not
allowed to wear any clothes at any school sponsored
extracurricular activity until Monday. I even have to march with
the band naked on Saturday!" 

"Oh!" 

I used her surprise to grab my bike back up and start walking
again. 

"Oh," she said softly, walking beside me, thinking. 

And that's that, I thought gloomily as we walked slowly along in
silence. 

"So, you'll be naked," she announced suddenly. "So what?" 

"I can't go to a dance naked with you!" I protested. "That's ...
That's...." 

"That's what?" she asked. 

"I don't know. Perverted!" 

She stopped me. "Why? You've been going around school naked now
for four days," she reminded me. "You've walked down the street
naked with me." 

"It's a formal dance - well, semi-formal, anyway." 

"There's no rule you have to wear a jacket and tie to it," she
pointed out. 

"No, but everyone does." 

"Girls don't," she teased. 

"Well, okay, girls don't," I agreed. "They wear nice dresses and
stuff." 

We reached the corner to her house and stopped. 

"Take off your clothes," she ordered. 

"What?" I was only wearing shorts and a shirt again. Why get all
dressed up for school if you're just going to have to take `em
off again at the door? 

"Put your bike down, and take off your clothes." 

"Here? Now?" I looked around. It was late afternoon. Cars were
driving by, people were walking by. 

"Here and now," she insisted. "Take them off! You said you had to
obey any reasonable request from me, remember? So take them off,
or I can report you for a program violation." 

She could, I realized. Leaning my bike against a lamp post, I
stripped off my shirt and handed it to her. She was tapping her
foot as I dawdled, until I finally shoved my shorts down and
stepped out of them. 

"All the way," she insisted. "Shoes and socks, too." 

Blushing furiously, I handed her my shorts and obeyed, my cock
swelling and stiffening traitorously as I danced on one foot then
the other. The sidewalk was hot and gritty under my bare feet. 

After taking my shoes and socks she looked me up and down
critically, which only made my cock stiffen more, of course. Darn
she was cute, even when she looked so serious! 

"You look formal enough to me," she insisted. "In fact, you look
better than the outfits some of those dorks will be wearing." 

"Well - I - but I'm naked." 

"So you are, but I am not going to let you cheat me out of going
to the homecoming dance just because you're suddenly going all
modest on me!" 

"You mean, you'd go with me like this?" I asked, unbelieving. 

"I'd go with you if you were, well, any way you go, I'll go with
you," she insisted passionately. 

I was aware of people walking by, around us, driving by, eyeing
me - no, eyeing us both curiously. 

"Are you sure?" My dick was stiff as iron, of course. She still
had my cum on her blouse and skirt, all crusty and white. I could
even see some dried cum on her throat where it had run down
inside her shirt. 

"Positive." She tickled my dick, and then gave me a teasing peck
on the cheek. 

My pecker bounced with joy. Then I thought of another problem.
"But, what about your parents? How will they feel about it?" 

"Oh." She thought about this. "Well, I don't know." She thought
some more. "Can you come by my house tonight, after dinner?" 

"I guess so," I agreed. 

"Just the way you are now?" she added. 

"Uh, yeah, if you think I should." 

"I do." 

"What are you going to do?" 

She looked baffled. "I'm not sure, but I'll think of something.
Do you have the program brochure with you? Can I borrow it?" 

I dug in my book bag. "Sure, but what for?" 

"I think they got a copy in the mail, but I'm not sure. When all
else fails, there's always the truth." 

I had never known her to lie anyway, but I didn't say that. I
handed her the brochure with the picture of the naked man and
woman on the cover. "What time?" 

"Make it eight o'clock," she answered, turning away toward her
house. 

"My clothes!" I reminded her. She was still carrying them. 

She turned around, backing away with them behind her back.
"You'll get them back tonight, at my house," she promised, her
dimples laughing at me. 

"Thanks a lot!" I protested, not really upset. Darn it, I was
getting to like walking around naked in public! There I was,
alone on the corner, naked as a jaybird in broad daylight while
my girl friend walked away, waving good bye to me with my
clothes. She even had my shoes and socks!

A car with a bunch of girls in it drove by, a convertible with
the top down, an they all yelled and screamed at the sight of me.
Blushing again, I gathered up my bike and trudged on, wondering
what was going to happen tonight. 

But, Beth wanted to go to the dance with me still! That was
something I thought joyfully. That was a lot! She must really
love me to do that! My spirits soaring again, I strolled along
whistling the school fight song, my dick proudly saluting
everyone. 






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