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Subject: {ASSM} RP Carl Naked in School 2/15 (m exhib nosex)
Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 19:10:02 -0500
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The idea for this series obviously comes from the "Karen Naked at
School" series posed 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 2/15 (m exhib nosex)

Later Monday Morning 

Somehow I survived French. As I walked to calculus I tried to
ignore the stares, the giggles, the snickers. One little freshman
girl rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw
dropping as she stared at me - or, more accurately, my raging
hardon. I managed a weak smile and casual wave as I passed her. 

"Hi, Karl," someone said, appearing by my side. 

Uh, hi, Beth," I stammered, suddenly more conscious than ever of
my nakedness, my hardon. 

"Do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked timidly. 

"I guess not," I answered. "I'm - uh - supposed to be agreeable
and - uh - do what people ask me to do." 

"Oh. Wow, really? Anything?"

I blushed. "I guess so. But, I'd rather you didn't ask me to do
anything weird, if you understand what I mean. And anyway, I'm
glad you're willing to walk with me. I was getting kinda lonely."
Jeez, why can't I just say I like her company? Why'd I have to
add that last?!

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll just walk with you." 

She was carrying her books the way girls do, in front of her,
hugging them to her chest. It sort of crinkled her blouse a
little and I tried to sneak a peak down at her chest, then felt
stupid about it. I liked Beth, a lot, and not just because she
was willing to go to the movies with me. 

She wasn't real pretty, I mean like cheerleader pretty. She was
cute, though, kind of small, shy and she dressed conservatively.
She had cute dimples, brown eyes and hair, that she pulled back
in a pony tail, and not much in the way of tits, maybe less than
a handful, if I was ever that lucky. She wore glasses, but then,
so did I. And she was smart - on the same track I was, in fact,
but she was taking chemistry this year instead of physics. She'd
aced advanced biology and was thinking of going pre-med in
college. 

"I enjoyed the movie Saturday," she said. 

"Me, too." 

"It was a fun date." 

"I had a good time." I was sweating nervously, wondering if I
should ask her for another date right then. But it felt so weird,
walking down the hallway naked with her and everyone else
dressed. "I'd like to do it again." 

"Would you?!" She sounded really happy about that. 

"Yeah!" My spirits rose. "But - uh - I'm not sure about this
week. It's gonna be kind of a strange week, I think." 

She giggled. "I guess so! That's okay, I understand. We can just
wait and see how things turn out." 

We arrived at math class together and she turned toward her desk
near the front, while I headed to where I sat, in the third row.

There was quite a stir, of course, when I walked in naked like
that, my hardon leading the way. I saw someone whisper something
to Beth and I saw the tips of her ears turn pink and I wanted to
slug them. 

"Good morning, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, the teacher greeted
me. 

"Good morning, Miss Gallison," I managed dutifully, mentally
reviewing how many of my teachers were women. Too many! I was
trying to wedge myself, and my hardon, into my desk. 

"Don't bother to sit down, Mr. Walker. In view of your - uhm -
state, I suspect it will be hard to keep anyone's attention on
the whiteboard this morning. Why don't you come up here and we'll
do a little applied calculus." 

"I beg your pardon?" 

"Come come, Mr. Walker, you are supposed to comply with any
reasonable requests, are you not?" 

"Uh, yes'm," I agreed. I mumbled a word best left unsaid. Miss
Gallison, it was well known, was a lesbian and a strong feminist.
I did not want her anywhere near my family jewels!

"What was that, Mr. Walker?" 

"Nothing, Miss Gallison," I assured her. "I just bumped
something." 

"I see," she responded skeptically. "Now, class, we'll use Mr.
Walker, here, for a few exercises in applied calculus. Can anyone
suggest a way in which we might do that?" 

There was the usual long silence. No one ever wanted to be first
to volunteer in Miss Gallison's class, even though we had some
really bright math students in it. She could be pretty
intimidating. 

Finally, to no one's surprise but mine, Beth raised her hand.
"Well, we use calculus to compute the volume of geometric solids,
don't we?" 

I rolled my eyes heavenward, cursing her inability to put up with
the silence until someone else volunteered. But then, I thought,
maybe it was better her than someone like Bob Freschetti, the
closest thing to an intelligent football player the school had
ever had, and who, for reasons I'd never been able to fathom,
seemed to hate me. 

"And which solids were you thinking of?" Miss Gallison asked. 

"How about his cock?" Freschetti called out from the back of the
room, triggering a wave of snickers. 

Miss Gallison shot him a sharp look but only said, "Yes, that is
a possibility, though you'll note it is not exactly a regular
geometric solid. So, how should we approach this problem?" 

"Carefully, very carefully," Freschetti wisecracked. 

"That will do, Mr. Freschetti!" Miss Gallison snapped back. 

Beth's hand was up again. "We could do approximations, using some
assumptions," she pointed out. "The shaft of it is approximately
cylindrical, I'd say." 

Miss Gallison gripped my dick between forefinger and thumb,
turning it this way and that, and all I could do was look at Beth
in desperation, wondering what she was trying to do to me. She
dimpled, trying to look demure and reassuring somehow. 

"Yes, that would be a possibility. How might we describe the head
of his penis, geometrically?" 

"Uhm, a parabolic solid?" one of the other girls ventured. 

"Very good, Miss Baker." 

To my relief, Miss Gallison released my cock leaving it to bob
heavily as she went to the white board and began writing. 

So, while I stood there they created a set of problems based on
my aching hardon and I flushed under their stares. Miss Gallison
used a tape measure on my dick, getting length and circumference
numbers. Then Freschetti made the mistake of muttering something
to his buddies in the back row that triggered a guffaw from one
of them. 

"What was that, Mr. Freschetti?" Miss Gallison asked sharply.
"I'm sure you'd like to share that with the rest of the class." 

Snot that he was, he did. "I only said, it looks to me like we're
dealing with some pretty small values there." 

That brought a wave of laughter from everyone, except Beth, who
looked unhappy she'd started the whole thing. 

"I believe a comparison might be in order," Miss Gallison
responded tartly. "Please come up here, Mr. Freschetti, so we can
have another example." 

"What?!" 

Miss Gallison brandished that brochure that spelled out my fate
for the week. "Come, come, Mr. Freschetti. The program permits me
to summon other students to participate in the program on an ad
hoc basis. I want to remind you, it is either that, or you risk
suspension from next Saturday's game for insubordination." 

Muttering curses, scratching his black, curly hair nervously,
Freschetti made his way to the front of the room, turning
scarlet. He was a hulk. He probably out-weighed me by a hundred
pounds. He was at least 6' 2" and 250. If he was built
proportionally, I'd be dwarfed in that department, too. I'd seen
him in the locker room, but I was always kind of shy about
staring at other guys, afraid they might think I was gay or
something, I guess, so I had no idea what his equipment was like.


"Strip," Miss Gallison ordered him curtly. 

Freschetti's shirt came off and he made a self-conscious show of
flexing his pecs, grinning at the girls as he did. He was very
hairy. Mister testosterone! 

"Don't dawdle, Mr. Freschetti," the teacher ordered. She'd been
leaning on him all term, and I knew she was frustrated by his
attitude. He was bright, but certain his future lay on the
gridiron, so he did only enough to get by in the class. His macho
attitude didn't endear him to her any, either. "Don't bother with
your shoes, just drop your trousers and underpants. We wouldn't
want class time to run out before completing this." 

The belt was unfastened and he shoved his jeans down, then
hesitated. I tried not to get caught looking, but the bulge in
his shorts didn't look all that impressive. 

"All the way." Miss Gallison was at her most implacable. "Before
I count three." 

Turning scarlet from his gut outward, Freschetti shoved his
boxers down and cupped his hands over his groin. Miss Gallison
rapped his knuckles with a ruler and he reluctantly exposed
himself. 

There was a hushed silence in the room, as if they were all
holding their breath. I risked a glance down and almost goggled.
This big, hairy, macho brute had a dork that wasn't even half as
long as mine. I even wondered, for a moment, if it was hard, then
saw it seep a big drop of pre-cum. He was as hard as he was ever
going to get, I suspected. 

Just then the class bell rang, releasing us all from a state
somewhat resembling paralysis. Freschetti, still scarlet, reached
for his pants and yanked them up as the rest of the class
gathered books and stuff. Beth looked like she was about to
burst, her lips pursed, her dimples dancing the way they did when
she was trying not to laugh, and we shared a wink, both of us
pleased with how things had turned out, obviously. 

"Tomorrow we will continue with the exercise," Miss Gallison
called over the din. "Bring in your proposed solutions to the two
problems we've established - volume of an irregular cylinder and
volume of a parabolic solid of rotation. Thank you for your
participation, Mr. Walker." 

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