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Subject: {ASSM} Carl Naked in School 14/15 (m exhib nosex rom)
Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 19:10:04 -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 14/15 (m exhib nosex rom)

Saturday Afternoon and Evening

As the band waited just beyond the end-zone to march onto the
field, I gazed around at the packed stands in awe. So far I'd
been buried in the middle, just another trombone player, though I
suppose my bare skin stood out. But in a few moments I was going
to be out there, on my own, on full display. 

The first half was winding down. The rivalry between us and South
High was as intense as ever, making it a hard-hitting game.
There'd been a couple of scuffles on the field, but nothing
major. The score was dead even. 

The cheerleaders were doing their share, I had to admit. They
held nothing back, making their split jumps truly memorable! I'd
forgotten we had a couple of guys on the squad, too, and they
were as naked as the girls. Indirectly, the squad had been
responsible for the only serious injury in the game. South High's
star wide receiver had been headed down the sidelines on a fly
pattern, moving like a bandit as the South quarterback had cocked
his arm. 

The only trouble was, the receiver got distracted by the bouncing
tits of one awesome blond cheerleader and the pass nailed him
hard, right in the back of the helmet. He never saw it coming. An
instant later our free safety, coming full tilt in the opposite
direction, hit him like a runaway train. That poor receiver was
lifted about four feet off the turf. He was out cold before he
hit the ground. 

Oh, he got up a few minutes later and wobbled off the field, but
he was out of the game with a concussion. He was smiling, though.
Probably because his last memory was of that naked blonde
cheerleader. 

The half ended and the band director gave the signal and we
stepped out on the field, lead by the drum major, as the teams
made for the locker rooms. The tuba's oompahed, the drums
drummed. I blatted the trombone, trying to find the notes and
march and remember what I was supposed to do all at the same
time. As we were in single file, I knew I stood out now, one pink
figure marching along in a long line dressed in scarlet and gold.


We spelled it out in script; C-e-n-t-r-a. As we started into the
"l" I realized this was my moment, and blew a clinker you could
probably have heard in Toledo. Reaching the top of the letter,
the trumpet player in front of me curved left, and I marched
straight on ahead, out of formation, the trombone player behind
me following the trumpeter. 

Keeping track of the music, visualizing how the formation was
moving, I wandered, conscious of every eye on me! How many
thousand were staring at me as I wandered the field, totally
naked, blowing my trombone? Men and women, guys and girls from
toddlers up to grandparents were gaping at me. I could see the
lenses of binoculars tracking me from both sides of the field and
the endzones as well. 

Jeeze my dick was hard! I thought of Beth somewhere up there in
the stands, and got even harder. My prick wept. I wandered the
fifty yard line, down to the forty, back toward the home stands.
My pecker bobbed in time with the beat. I turned the "wrong" way
as if seeking the band, looped back to the sidelines, marching,
playing, the air touching me, my prick waving at the crowd, at
the cheerleaders lined up only a few feet away, their tits
jiggling as they waved their pom poms, their nipples stiff. 

H-i (without the dot) g-h the band spelled out and I went into my
panic mode, breaking into a run, scampering around, trying to
time my run, looping around Stephanie, the flutist (or is that
flautist?) so close she actually fluffed the note. 

Right on the last beat I banged to a halt at the top of the "i"
my lone figure dotting it perfectly. As practiced, the rest of
the band went to one knee, leaving me standing, a naked
exclamation point on the green grass as all those people in the
stands went bananas. 

I was sweating like a pig, but I'd done it, I'd pulled it off!
The rest of the halftime show went like clockwork. I was marching
taller and prouder than I ever had before. I thought of Beth up
there in the stands, and thinking how I'd done her proud,
knowing, somehow, how happy she was to be my girl. And tonight
we'd go to the dance together and if everyone in school didn't
already know we were a couple, they would then! 

And to cap it off, we won the game on a last minute touchdown!
The band played the alma mater, with all the old grads back for
homecoming singing along. I even saw Beth, down from the stands,
in the front of the crowd facing us. She caught my eye and beamed
at me, giving me a big thumbs-up sign. After the band broke up I
saw her for just a moment and she gave me a huge hug and a kiss.

"You were great!" she whispered in my ear, while other people,
people I didn't know at all, were pushing close, trying to
congratulate me, patting my naked back and butt. "I'll see you
tonight, about 7:30?" 

"You bet!" I assured her, giving her a huge hug before she
vanished through the crowd. 

After finally extricating myself from the mob, I headed for home,
still naked, waving as cars with red and gold streamers
fluttering off them drove by, honking, the people inside waving
and screaming. I was happy to be walking, wishing only that Beth
were with me. I was practically giddy, and the dance was still to
come, I realized as I entered the house. 

"How'd it go?" Mom asked. 

"Great!" I enthused, tossing my trombone on the sofa and sweeping
her up for a hug. 

"That's my boy!" Mom exulted. "Oh, I should have been there!" 

"I bet there are a dozen videotapes of it," I assured her,
letting go of her. "We'll get one so you can watch it." 

"I know just who to call," Mom said. "Now you go rest up a bit.
Dee will be home soon and we'll have some supper before you have
to get ready for the dance." 

"Not much getting ready to do for me," I pointed out. 

"Well, you'll want to shower and shave, at least," she scolded
me. "Now scoot!" She gave my naked fanny a swat, sending me up
the stairs. 

I was stretched out on my bed when Dee showed up, alone, and
dressed. "Way to go, Bro," she congratulated me. "Out-Standing!"

"In more ways than one," I responded. "And how did your friends
enjoy the sleepover?" 

"Wow! They couldn't stop talking about the entertainment, that's
for sure," she answered, leaning against the door. 

I reached down and waggled my cock, only half hard for a change.
"Well, don't get too used to it. As of Monday I'm done with the
program." 

"I know it." She sighed. "Won't you go around the house naked
some, though?" 

I admitted I probably would. I enjoyed being naked, the feel of
air touching me, the lack of constricting clothes. 

"Heather is talking about having a sleepover at her place next
week," Dee noted slyly. "Want to be the floor show again?" 

"Ask me again next week," I countered, half intrigued with the
idea, wondering if Heather's mom, the perfectly turned out
suburban soccer mom, would put in an appearance. "If Beth and I
don't have a date, I might." 

Then I heard mom calling us for dinner and we headed downstairs.
Afterwards it was into the shower. I carefully lathered my hair
with conditioner shampoo, and then chuckled as I did the same for
my bush, my dick stiffening at the thought of the night to come.

I was squeaky clean, carefully deodorized and combed by seven,
ready to walk over to get Beth. I'd even combed my pubic hair
carefully, and trimmed a few wisps that seemed particularly
disorderly, though that curly bush was not something easily
tamed. If I was going naked, I was determined to look my best
from top to toe. 

"Hold it," Mom said, focussing the camera on me. I posed, hardon
and all, holding Beth's corsage in it's plastic box, smiling like
an idiot as the flash went off. 

"What time will you be home?" Mom asked after taking another for
safety's sake, and then yet another with my arm around my sister.


"Beth has to be in by 12:30," I explained. "But Mr. Finch said I
could come in after. I don't know, maybe 1:30?" 

Mom eyed me, and I knew she was thinking of our little "lesson"
of the morning. "If you'll be later than 2:30, give me a call,
okay?"  

I hadn't expected that. "Sure thing!" I agreed, eagerly, reaching
for my topcoat. It was a cool night out, and anyway, I wanted to
make a more dramatic entrance than just strolling I naked. 

The satin lining of the coat feelt cool and slippery against my
skin as I made my way to Beth's door. My heart was doing a jig as
I rang the doorbell, anticipating how pretty she'd be in a party
dress. 

Mr. Finch let me in, greeting me a little stiffly, but
courteously, and I realized that he was actually a bit shy. "Come
in, come in," he urged. "Beth will be down in a moment. She and
Mildred are upstairs, doing girl things. I saw you at the game
today." 

"Uh, thanks," I responded, unsure of how he'd taken the display.

"Have a seat. I must say, I wouldn't have had the courage to do
what you did," he said, taking his accustomed chair as I sat on
edge of the sofa. 

"It was an interesting challenge," I admitted warily. Now that it
was over, I had to admit that I'd enjoyed it. "It was a great
game, too," I added, trying to get the conversation off me. 

"It was indeed," Mr. Finch agreed. "Ah, here are out ladies now!"


Reflexively, I got to my feet as Mrs. Finch came into the room,
followed by Beth. I was a bit disappointed to see she was already
wearing her coat all done up, belted at the waist. I'd been
looking forward to seeing her dress, after all. But then, I'd see
that at the dance, so I guessed it really didn't matter. 

She was beautiful anyway. Earrings glittered on each lobe, and a
necklace at her throat. Her hair was up in an elegant sort of
sweep, with little sparkles in it. Silver shoes twinkled on her
dainty feet. She was wearing makeup, lipstick reddening her lips,
some blush on her cheeks, and she'd done something to her eyes to
bring out the hazle in them. 

"You're beautiful," I breathed softly at the sight of her. 

She dimpled, and curtseyed. "Thank you! You look pretty good
yourself." 

"Well, it's the best I can do," I temporized. 

"You look fine," Mrs. Finch assured me. "And, judging by what I
saw at the game, you will look fine at the dance, too." 

"Oh, Mom," Beth chided her. 

I blushed. "Thank you, Mrs. Finch. That means a lot to me. Uh,
here's your corsage." I offered Beth the box, but she just held
her arm out to me, so I fumbled open the container and drew out
the flowers. 

I'll never smell the sweetness of camelias again without thinking
of that night. Carefully, I slipped the corsage on her wrist, and
she lifted it and buried her nose in its fragrance for a moment.
Then she gave me a quick kiss. 

"Thank you! It's just perfect!" 

And it was, I knew it was. 

"Now, let us get a couple of pictures of you," Mrs. Finch
insisted. 

I started to unbutton my coat, but she waved that away. "Oh, keep
your coat on, Carl. Save that for the dance!" 

"Yes'm," I agreed. I was worried more about the way my hardon was
tenting out the overcoat, but no one but me seemed to notice it.

Beth picked up a sparly little purse from the table by the door,
and then we were out the door, on our way to the ball!

It was a cool, clear night. The stars were beautiful. As we
walked along Beth held my arm close. After being naked with her
so much it felt a little strange to be wearing something, though
the cool air sneaking up inside the top coat reminded me of how I
was under it. 

School was all lighted up, with a crowd of kids around the door.
The guys were in suits, a few even in tuxedos. The girls were
wearing fancy dresses, low cut. Bare shoulders and bare backs
seemed to be the order of the day for them. They were all made up
and looking their best, but I didn't think any of them could hold
a candle to Beth, of course. 

"Hey, Carl, whatcha got on under that coat?" someone asked. 

"Come on in and find out," I challenged. To my surprise, quite a
few of them followed as we made our way to the cloak room. I
guess it was no secret what I was wearing. 

Beth stood aside in the crowded hallway as I stripped off my
overcoat, baring myself to the crowd, collecting a gale of
whistles and cat calls. Some of the girls, I noticed, gave me a
very thorough once over. Their dates moved closer to them,
putting their arms possessively around waists or bare shoulders.

After handing my coat to the girl at the counter I turned to
Beth. Facing me boldly, she unfastened one button at the top, the
coat opening part way, but not revealing much of anything. 

Her eyes were very bright, fastened on me, and I could see the
pulse in her throat, quick and fast for some reason. Her hands
trembled as she unfastened the belt. Then she spread her coat
open, letting it slide off her shoulders, and I saw what she had
been hiding. Only at the last moment did I manage to leap forward
and catch her coat before it fell on the floor, and there was a
breathless hush in the hallway. 

Because Beth was as naked as I was!  





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