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Subject: {ASSM} RP Carl Naked in School 1-8/15 (mfFg exhib voy mast inc) 
Date: Thu,  8 Nov 2001 17:10:11 -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 1/15 (m exhib mast)

I'm sure you've read Karen's story of her week naked in school.
The only trouble with it is that she tells it as if she were the
only one walking the halls and going to class with it all hanging
out, so to speak. Well, let me tell you MY story. 

As she explained at the beginning of her tale, there was to be
one girl and one boy from each class, frosh, junior and senior,
chosen each week to take part in the program. Well, that first
week, I was the junior class boy. My name is Carl Walker, and,
like Karen, I'm a junior. I know her, but not well -  we're on
different academic tracks, have different extracurriculars and
move in different social circles, though I suppose our pictures
will be side by side in the yearbook - Wagner, Walker?. 

I know I'm seen as a bit of a  nerd. I'm a geek, I admit it.. I'm
on the fast track to college, probably physics. I'm five foot
eleven, and still growing (I hope), on the skinny side, maybe 150
pounds, blond hair, blue eyes. 

Anyway, at the same time Karen was called into the principal's
office and made to strip, I was called into Miss Mitchell's
office. She's the Assistant Principal, not someone that I'd had
much to do with. Oh, I'd seen her around, said "Hi" to her a few
times. She was very formal. It was always "Hello, Mr. Walker,"
from her, never "Hi, Carl," or just "Hi." 

But it's a formal school. Respect is emphasized all the way
around. Something to do with minimizing violence or something,
but to all the teachers we are "Mr." this or "Miss" that, and
they are "Mr." or  "Mrs." or "Miss" so-and-so. 

Believe it or not, there's even a dress code! No tube tops, no
hot pants, no hats. They stopped short of the jacket and neck
tie, at least. Now I was about to find out it was all ornothing!

She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the
tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, `cause she
usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees,
a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow tie and a jacket like a
blazer. She wore her hair short and it had a touch of silver in
with the gold, so I guess she was a natural blond. 

She was kind of old, maybe fifty, I guess. Severe looking, if you
know what I mean - gray eyes, pursed mouth. I remember once I saw
her laughing, some joke from a teacher I guess, and it surprised
me. She looked - nice. Some guys said she was a dyke, but I never
believed `em, and from my dealings I'm even more sure now I'm
right. 

Anyway, like I say, I was called into her office at the same time
Karen was called into the principal's, and I guess I was told
pretty much the same thing Karen was, and given a brochure about
it. You know, that a new program had begun, and I was chosen as
the junior boy who would have to attend all classes in the nude
for the week. 

Oh, yeah, she said it had something to do with us learning to
treat girls as something other than simply sex objects, to learn
to harness our natural energies, to behave more maturely, to
become comfortable with our bodies, blah, blah, blah. I was so
shocked I was hardly listening. 

Well, I mean, you could have fried an egg on my face! I mean,
yeah, I'd heard stuff about some new program, rumors, but I
hadn't believed half of what they were saying. And I thought I'd
be the last person in the world they'd choose even if they were
true. I mean, I was brought up to be modest. I was kind of shy,
to tell you the truth, and hadn't dated much - well, at all,
really. 

But I'm not gay or sexless. Half the time I'm walking around with
a woody, trying to peek down the blouses of the girls, or up
their skirts, trying to imagine what their breasts looked like.
Stuff like that. I've got some hot Web sites book marked on my
computer, only my Mom doesn't know it, of course. 

I hate to admit it, but at fifteen, almost sixteen, I was a
virgin. 

Anyway, there I am, holding that brochure with a photo of a naked
girl and boy on the cover, and she's saying, "Strip, Mr. Walker,
or I will have someone help you do it." 

"Naked?" I asked stupidly. 

"Naked." It was the same, no-nonsense tone she'd use when she
caught someone horsing around in the hall, or when she took
cigarettes away from some dork stupid enough to get caught with
them. Mind you, I don't touch `em, and I don't drink, either. I
guess I've got a reputation as a real straight arrow, and here
I'm being told I was going to walk around school naked for a
week! Shit!. 

But, after taking a look at the two security officers smirking at
me, I put down my stuff and began unbuttoning my shirt, LL Bean,
of course, white, short sleeved oxford, button down collar and
all. I emptied the pocket, wondering where I was going to keep my
calculator, my pencils and stuff. (Don't even THINK it!) 

When I got the shirt off one of the guards took it and I sat down
to take off my shoes next, then my socks, trying to put off the
inevitable as long as I could. All I had to do was think about
being naked with a girl and, well, I rose to the occasion, if you
know what I mean. Like, already I had a hardon that would punch a
hole in concrete, for chrissakes! 

"Pants," she ordered when I'd finished tucking my socks in my
shoes. "You will be allowed shoes and socks, by the way." 

Big deal! I thought. Standing up again, I fumbled with my belt,
got it open, undid the button, ran my zipper down. I was scarlet
from head to toe as I bent to slide my jeans down, trying not to
look at her, trying to hide the hardon trying to crawl through
the fly of my jockeys. The guard took my jeans and put them in a
box with my shirt. 

Then it was my underpants. I turned my back on her, but it wasn't
much help, giving her a good look at my butt as I skinned them
down, facing the guy who'd already taken my shirt and jeans. I
straightened, my dick sticking out like the bowsprit of some
friggin' sailing ship or something, bobbing up and down heavily.

"You can put your shoes and socks on, if you'd like." 

I burned red. "Oh, yeah, thanks." I had to sit down in full view
of her, my dick sticking up from my lap like a flagpole. It was
even drooling a bit of pre-cum! 

Somehow I did manage to get my socks and shoes on. I quick got up
and turned toward the door, wanting to get away from her so much
I wasn't even thinking of what was probably waiting outside the
door. 

"Don't forget your books, and the pamphlet, and find the time to
familiarize yourself with it" Miss Mitchell reminded me as I
reached for the door. "And your pencil and pen and calculator." 

"Oh, uhm, yes'm, Miss Mitchell." I sort of sidled toward her,
trying to hide my dick from her, but it didn't really work. I saw
her eyes flick down to my cock, and for just a moment I thought I
saw her lips twitch and maybe there was a gleam of interest in
her eyes? I fumbled and dropped stuff, finally getting it all
corralled. Holding it front of my crotch didn't do much good,
since my dick stuck out like an iron bar. 

"Remember the rules, Mr. Walker," she reminded me. "Three five
minute bathroom breaks, you use the  girl's locker room for gym,
and you are to remain nude through all extra-curricular
activities as well, save those where you are required to wear
protection, such as certain sports, in which case only the
necessary protection is to be worn. Oh, and one other thing." 

"Yes'm?" I had my hand on the doorknob, ashamed even to look in
her direction, at the same time dreading what I was going to face
outside the office.  

"In view of the adolescent male libido - you do know what
`libido' means, don't you, Mr. Walker?" 

"Uh, yeah," I admitted. "I think so. Sex drive, right?" I risked
looking at her. 

There was the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Close
enough. Anyway, I believe you'll find, if you haven't already,
that a prolonged period of sexual arousal without relief results
in what I believe is called a case of blue balls. Do you know
what I'm talking about?" 

I nodded numbly. 

"In view of your condition," her gesture took in my throbbing
hardon, "the rules allow for you to ask for relief at the
beginning of each class period. You'll be permitted to
masturbate, or even seek assistance in relieving your sexual
tension. But it can only be done in full view of the class, and
only in the first five minutes of the class period." 

"In front of the whole class?" For the first time in two years my
voice cracked. 

"That's the rule, Mr. Walker. In front of the class. The teachers
have, of course, received a full briefing on this program, so
they will not be surprised. In fact, I suspect they will be
expecting the request," she concluded. "It's all in the brochure,
Mr. Walker. Please take the time to familiarize yourself with the
rules. No clothes, no backpack, even, nothing to conceal your
body from your fellow students. You can't even use your hands -
not that they would do much good as long as you have that
erection. And you must cooperate with any reasonable requests
your teachers or fellow students may make of you during the
week." 

I gulped. "This is n...." 

"These are the rules, Mr. Walker. Try to conduct yourself with
dignity and a good nature and I think you may even learn to enjoy
the situation. You'll find your clothes outside the south
entrance at the end of the day, and please use that entrance all
this week both coming and going. There is a box in which to
deposit your clothes before you enter the building. Now you'd
best hurry to your first class." 

Just as I reached for the doorknob I heard some cheering and
commotion out in the hallway, and froze, my dick actually
wilting. 

"Ah, I suspect the other chosen ones have probably emerged. On
your way now, Mr. Walker. And try to enjoy yourself. Your clothes
will be waiting you outside the school at the end of the day." 

So I opened the door and stepped out, into a wall of sound, girls
shrieking, boys applauding as I turned scarlet. Perversely, my
dick shot back to attention, looking like a torpedo seeking a
target. I tried to like, be casual, thinking of how
Michelangelo's statue of David looked, but it didn't really work.
I mean, shit, he wasn't circumcised (I am) and he didn't have a
hardon like a baseball bat! 

Then the bell rang and I had to hurry to make it to physics, my
first class. As I pushed through the throng, I felt more than a
few touches on my bare butt, and someone, I don't even know if it
was a boy or a girl, even grabbed a quick feel of my throbbing
dork. It was a good thing they didn't stroke me or they would
probably have wound up with a handful of cum! 

"Ah, Mr. Walker, it's good to see you so - uhm - alert this
morning," Mr. Cranover greeted me cheerily as I walked in to a
wave of titters and chuckles. Mercifully, there weren't too many
girls in the class. Some of the guys looked embarrassed by my
state and some gave me sympathetic smiles. 

"G'morning," I mumbled, heading for my seat and the safe
concealment of my desk. 

"You look a little tense this morning, Mr. Walker," Mr. Cranover
observed. 

"I'm okay," I assured him, a bit testily, I admit. I slid
awkwardly into my seat. It was cold on my fanny, and my dick
stuck up from my lap, resting against the desk itself.  

"Just remember the rules, Mr. Walker," he reminded me. "Now,
let's go on with our discussion of Newton's laws of motion." 

Maybe he was being kind, but at least he didn't call on me the
whole period. By the time we were halfway through class, though,
I was feeling twinges that had me worried. Shit, I'd been hard
for half an hour. If I didn't get some relief I was going to be
bent over like a croquet hoop. 

For a moment I thought of jacking off behind the concealment of
my desk, rules be dammed. Then I saw Lori, a cute blond
cheerleader -- bright, too -- next to me, looking sideways at me,
licking her lips, and realized, as I stiffened even more, that
I'd never get away with it. Like, there was no room, and my cock
was actually leaning up against the desk itself, drooling, no
less! If I came it'd look like Old Faceful with my cum shooting
straight up into the air! As it was, every time I took a breath
the underside of my dick rubbed up and down, up and down, against
the desk, only serving to keep me rigid as a flagpole. 

I was in trouble. Surreptitiously, I checked the brochure I'd
been given, quickly reading the part about relieving my tension.
It was quite explicit about having to do it during the first five
minutes of a class, and in front of the class. 

I thought I'd get a chance between classes to duck into the john
and take care of my problem, but sure enough, one of the security
people just happened to be outside the door to escort me to my
next class. 

"I need to go to the john," I said. 

"I'll go with you," he assured me politely. 

I thought of trying to pee through the hardon I was carrying.
"Never mind." I tried to ignore his smirk as I waddled down the
hall, kind of bow legged, trying to keep from jostling my aching
balls. 

Oh Jeeze! French with Mademoiselle Duclos was next! I'd had a
hardon for her since the first day. She was maybe thirty, wore
tight sweaters and short skirts, had short black hair and bright
blue eyes, lips designed to be kissed, or maybe wrapped around a
cock. Half the guys in class, and maybe some of the girls, too,
had a crush on her. 

But I also knew that if I didn't do something soon, I'd be
crawling through the rest of the day. 

Shit! 

"Ah, bon jour, Monsieur Walker," she greeted me cheerily as I
entered the room. "I am so `appy to see you this morning. And you
are `appy to see me, non?" 

I thought I saw the tip of her tongue touch her upper lip as she
looked right at my dick. Damned if I didn't get even harder right
there in the doorway. Oh God, I wanted to curl up and die,
because I knew what I was going to have to do if I was going to
survive the next five minutes. 

"Bon jour, Mademoiselle Duclos," I greeted her, fidgeting
nervously rather than going to my desk. 

"You per'aps `ave a leetle problem, Monsieur Walker? Or, maybe it
is not so leetle a problem?" She pushed some papers around on her
desk, and I saw she had a copy of the same pamphlet I'd been
given by Miss Mitchell, and it was open to the page covering the
- ah - relief clause. 

So, I find myself, stark naked, facing the class, my dick
standing out hard and strong. Now, you remember that dream you
have some times, where you're naked in school? Well, this was no
dream. And there were some foxy girls in that class. And in the
third row, there was Beth, who I'd taken to the movies only last
Saturday as our first ever date, and then I'd shuffled and
stammered as we stood at her door, and then she went in and I
hadn't even asked her for a kiss. 

I started to cramp and winced. Flaming red, I moved to the front
of the room and put my stuff on the teacher's desk. I couldn't
bear to look at anyone, fidgeting nervously. 

"Time is passing, Monsieur Walker," Mademoiselle Duclos reminded
me, shoving a box of tissues in my direction. "I anticipated this
problem and prepared the class should you need relief, so they
know what to expect." 

They knew, all right. They were practically panting to watch me
do my thing. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

Instead I gave in to the inevitable, wrapped my hand around my
dick and pumped it a couple of times, and it felt so good! My
balls tightened up and I looked at Beth, and her glasses were
practically fogging up as she studied my dick. Then she looked
into my eyes, and licked her lips, and I went off like a cannon.
I barely got the tissues up in time to catch the thick, hot
spurts of cum. I mean, I saw stars, and my knees went weak and my
toes curled. I kept cumming and cumming, until it felt like my
balls were wringing themselves dry. Finally I sagged wearily and
managed to suck in some air, which smelled of my cum. 

"Very good, Monsieur Walker!" Mademoiselle Duclos said,
applauding, and the whole class burst into applause and whistles
and cheering while I was still trying to get my breath back. "No,
no, do not go to your seat. Stay here for a few moments, if you
please." 

I was barely able to move anyway. 

"Now, class, with Monsieur Walker's assistance, we shall go over
some of the slang anatomical terms in French." 

I blushed more than ever as she drew me out from behind her desk,
her hand hot on my bare arm. Reaching between my legs, she gently
lifted and fondled my still tender balls, my cock rising like the
Phoenix from the ashes, still drooling from its last eruption. 

"Ze formal term for one of these is `testicule,' The slang is,
however, is `couilles.'" She explained. "The word for penis is
`bitte,' which is literally `bollard,' which means, how would you
say it, `a post,' like you might tie a ship to?" she continued,
spelling out each word on the white board after touching, on me,
what she was talking about! 

"Monsieur Walker entered the room with `un bander,' meaning to
have a `ard-on. `e could, in fact `ave been said to have been
`bander comme un cerf' which means `hard as a deer' or `comme un
tigre,' like a tiger." Grinning at me, she growled deep in her
throat, stroking the underside of my quickly stiffening dick. 

"And ze term for the manipulation he so kindly, and productively
demonstrated for us is `branlage' or sometimes `branlette.' 

She caught a gob of post cum drooling off my cock and
theatrically sucked it off her finger. "And, I am happy to say, 
Monsieur Walker's `foutre,' as it is called, is quite delicious."


I was hard as stone again. 

It was going to be a very long day, and a longer week! 


-------------


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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Carl Naked in School 3/15 (m exhib nosex)

Monday Afternoon and Evening

The rest of the day went pretty well, I thought. Lunch I was
surrounded by some good buddies who didn't hassle me, though they
were curious. I admitted that it was really embarrassing to walk
around naked, and that the seats were cold!. 

Gym was an experience. We did some gymnastics type stuff. The
rope climb was particularly interesting, because when I was about
13 I'd found a way to get myself off climbing the rope, rubbing
against it. By the time I reached the top with my legs wrapped
around it my cum was staining my shorts. 

So, of course, I got ragged for wetting my pants. 

Doing it nude was another experience though. I had to be careful
to avoid rope burns, and sometimes my pubic hair got caught in
the rope and pulled painfully. 

Then there was showering with the girls. Some of them, generally
ones that were kind of chubby or real skinny, had trouble with me
being there and wrapped themselves in their towels. Some of them
tried to ignore me, while others stared, and a few blushed
furiously and turned away. All I could do was blush. 

One cheerleader strolled past me nude, towel over her shoulder,
tits jiggling, with a wiggle that had my already hard cock
throbbing. Thanks to her I had to jack off again, in Civics
class. This time a couple of the frosh girls in the class went
"EEEWwwwwww" when they saw my cum shooting out. That led to a
discussion of what this whole program was about - how it was seen
as a way of ending sexual exploitation in all forms. By becoming
more comfortable with our bodies and sexuality it would diminish
sexual tensions and decrease sexual abuse. 

My last class was Creative Writing - Mom's idea - with Mr.
Turner. As it turned out (no pun intended), I was glad to be
taking it. Mr. Turner was a great teacher, and he suggested that
I write up this journal. After three good workouts my balls were
dry, so I didn't need "relief" yet again, at least.  

It was a huge relief to get my clothes on at the end of the day,
though I had to do that outside. The girls dressed outside the
north entrance, so I didn't see Karen or the others, which was
too bad, because she's cute and I wondered what she looked like
naked. Maybe I'd get to see her tomorrow, I thought, as I pedaled
my bike home. 

The house was empty, of course, with Mom at work, and Sis, my
sister Diane, better known as Dee, doing whatever it is she does
after school on Mondays. Our parents split a few years back, and
Mom's had to work really hard, being a single Mom and all. Dad
tries to help, but he got transferred out of town, and then laid
off, so the support payments have been deferred. 

Up in my room I dumped my books on my desk and flopped on my back
on the bed, staring up at the Star Wars poster of Princess Leia
that I'd stuck there, the one where she's in her Jabba the Hut
slave outfit. I'd wanked off to Carrie Fisher more than once. I
wondered what her sex life was like. I knew she'd been married to
Paul Simon or someone like that, and had messed herself up with
drugs. I'd always felt bad about that. 

As I thought back over the day, I realized that while it was
really embarrassing, it was exciting, too. I'd never thought much
about my body, not the way some guys do, the jocks that are
always pumping iron. Getting off my bed, I stripped naked, and
ventured out in the hallway a bit nervously, even though I was
the only one home. 

Standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom, I
studied my reflection. I've got blond hair and blue eyes, and
never have liked my face much - not enough chin, I thought. I'm
slender, but my shoulders are broad. Swimming builds good
muscles, and my stomach was nice and flat, though I don't have a
real six-pack the way the jocks do. 

Not much hair, except for a bit of a bush around the base of my
cock - reddish blond, and curly of course. After three jack-offs
that day, my dick was limp, drooped down over my balls. Nice
legs. Again, swimming makes a difference. I was on the team, but
it was a winter sport. Unlike the super swimmers, I never got
into the shaving bit, so my legs were kind of hairy, but since it
was blond it wasn't too gross. 

On the whole, it wasn't bad, I guess. I struck a few poses,
flexing, and then I heard the door downstairs bang. Shit! Sis was
home!

She's only 11, in sixth grade and can be a bit of a pain, but
she's a good kid. I  sure as hell didn't want her seeing me like
this, though! We're a pretty conservative family. I don't think
I'd seen her naked in over ten years, and as far as I knew she'd
never seen me naked.  

As usual she was tromping up the stairs in her latest footwear,
clogs I think they were, sounding like a storm trooper. I ducked
out of the bathroom and dashed for my room, barely making it and
closing the door behind me before she reached the top of the
stairs. 

"Hi, Bro!" she called as I was fumbling to get dressed again. She
rattled the doorknob and I grabbed the first things handy, a pair
of loose gym shorts and a tee shirt and yanked them on, not
bothering with my underpants. 

"Hi!" I greeted her when she stuck her head in. 

"Whatcha doing?" 

"I'm - uh - gonna be practicing my music," I answered, pulling
out my trombone. I'm in the marching band. 

"Yuck!" She slammed my door and I heard her door bang shut and
knew she'd be going for her CD player and earphones. 

I wondered how long it would be before she heard about me
cruising the halls naked. News got through the school system
pretty fast, even though she wasn't even in middle school yet. 

Then I remembered. Marching band. Shit!

Would I be marching up and down the field naked? I quick checked
the brochure. Oh shit! It was right there, in black and white. I
had to participate in any extracurricular activities in the nude
all week. That meant during band practice on Tuesday and Friday,
but maybe not the half-time show. The game was on Saturday, so
maybe they'd let me wear a uniform for that? 

I blew a mournful blat on my trombone, then settled down to warm
up, trying to forget my troubles in the music. 

Sis and I had dinner cooking by the time Mom got home. As usual,
she went up to her room and changed out of her work clothes into
something more comfortable. Since it was warm she went with a tee
shirt and shorts. The day had made me more body conscious and I
studied her secretly as I set the table. She's blond, and still
pretty shapely after two kids. She's thirty six - years old, that
is - and pretty trim for someone her age. 

"So anything interesting happen at school today?" she asked as we
sat down to dinner. 

"Nothin' special," I mumbled. How can you tell your Mom you've
been running around school naked all day? No way, Jose! 

"Missy got her period," Sis announced. Missy was her best friend.


"I don't think we really need to hear that at dinner!" Mom
chided. 

I hunkered down and concentrated on eating, shooting glances at
Sis. She was wearing kind of a tight tee shirt, and I could see
she was getting tits. She's blond, too, and cute, with dimples
like Beth's. Mom didn't let her date yet, but she could go out
with her friends to the mall and movies and stuff. 

After dinner I used the excuse of homework to retreat to my room,
it being Sis's turn with the dishes. I was trying to concentrate
on math, without much success, since I was trying to compute the
volume of my own cock, when there was a soft tap on my door.
"Come in," I called. 

"Hi." It was Mom, unusually shy. She and I get along pretty well,
really. I grumble at chores sometimes, but we work it out. I do
try to understand how hard the divorce has been on her. "Can I
come in?" 

"Sure." Flipping over the papers with a diagram of my dick on
them, I swiveled my desk chair around as she paced nervously,
picking up a pair of dirty socks and fiddling with them, before
closing the door. 

That was something new. I tensed. 

"I - are you sure nothing special happened at school today?" she
asked nervously. 

"Like what?" 

"Oh, I don't know.... I don't want to intrude, you know that. But
if there's something you'd like to talk about...." 

I'm not dumb. I suspected she knew, though how she'd know I
couldn't figure out, unless.... "You mean, something like was I
walking around the school naked but for my shoes and socks?" 

She turned pink, looked down at the socks she was twisting in her
hands and nodded. 

"You knew?! Why didn't you warn me?!" 

"I didn't know. Not for sure. And if I had warned you, would you
have gone to school today?" 

I thought this over. "Probably not. But how did you know?" 

"I didn't know for sure you'd be chosen," she explained
nervously. "But - I did sign you up for it." 

"You WHAT?! Mom, how COULD you?!" 

"Sshh. Keep your voice down!" she cautioned. Then she held a
finger to her lips, tip toed to the door and jerked it open. Sis
almost fell into the room. 

"I was just...," Sis stammered, blushing furiously. One of her
less charming traits was a habit of eavesdropping. 

"Take these and put them in the hamper," Mom ordered firmly. "And
then get to your homework, young lady." 

"But I want to hear about...." 

"This is not for your ears, young lady. Now scoot!" Mom
emphasized the point by giving Sis an affectionate swat on the
butt that sent her on her way. "And close your door. I'll talk
with you in a minute." 

"Gee whiz." Sis stomped off, and Mom watched until I heard my
sister's door close, presumably behind her. 

Mom didn't close the door all the way this time. She paced.
"Please, hear me out. I signed you up for it. I did it for you."

I admit it, I was more than a bit pissed. I sulked. 

"You know how hard it is for me to talk about -- about sex," she
stammered. "And, well, you seem kind of inhibited." 

I didn't say a word, not wanting to admit she was right. 

"I mean, you don't date much, and, well ... it just seemed to me
that this was a good program for you. I -- do you understand? I
heard about the program, and its goals and it just seemed the
right thing, to give you a more healthy knowledge of the
differences between men and women, and sexuality, and....." Her
voice trailed off. 

I was twisting a pencil between my fingers, thinking this over.
Reluctantly, I nodded, because I knew she was right. I was
inhibited. I didn't date, unless the movie with Beth counted.
Women were a mystery to me, and sex was, well, not something I
was comfortable talking about. For example, I knew some guys in
school that used to get together for a circle jerk, but it wasn't
anything I'd ever done. 

Now I'd jerked off in front of the whole class - three times in
one day! 

I tossed the pencil over my shoulder, heard it clatter off the
computer monitor and rattle on the blotter. "Yeah," I admitted
unhappily. "I understand." 

"Would you like to talk about it at all?" she ventured
cautiously. 

"What's to talk about. I took off all my clothes and went to
class," I answered. 

"Was it embarrassing?" she probed. "I'm sorry, but part of the
program is for me, too. I'm supposed to talk about it with you,
for both of us." 

"Of course it was!" 

"Did you - get aroused?" she asked. 

I had the feeling she was working her way down an interview that
she'd memorized or something. 

"Yeah," I admitted. 

"You got an erection." 

"I got a hardon like an iron bar," I grumped, feeling
self-conscious as I felt my dick stiffening just from the memory
of it. I shifted nervously in my chair. 

"Did you - uh - get relief, somehow? Otherwise, I hear, you might
be pretty uncomfortable." 

"I jerked off in front of three classes, is that what you want to
know?" 

I looked up at her. She licked her lips nervously. She was
flushed. "Uh, yes. Uhm, do you have any questions I might be able
to answer?" 

"Like about sex?" 

She flushed brighter. "Or about the program." 

"Uh, well, I'm wondering where it goes from here. I mean, do I
have to do more than walk around school naked?" 

"And respond to your teachers' and schoolmates' requests, you
mean." 

"Uh, yeah, that, too," I agreed, thinking I was glad I didn't
take biology this term. 

"Well, it really depends you," she answered warily. "You know,
for example, you can ask for help when you ... masturbate." 

"Jeez! I couldn't do that! It's hard enough to just do it myself
with everyone watching!" 

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, that's all right,"
she assured me. "But, like, if you know a girl that might want to
help - or even a teacher, you can ask, you know." 

I thought this over. I thought of asking Beth to jack me off and
my cock lurched upwards in my pants, making me squirm
uncomfortably. I saw Mom glance at my lap and tried to cross my
legs to hide the bulge. The head of my dick was threatening to
poke out through the leg hole of my gym shorts!

"And you don't have to confine it just to school," she added.
"They've changed the laws about indecent exposure, exempting boys
under the age of twenty one from them." 

"I didn't know that! You mean I could go naked on the streets, if
I wanted to?!" 

She nodded. "It's in the brochure they gave you. There are going
to be a lot of changes as the program advances and more students
have taken part in it," Mom went on. 

"What about if I want to go around naked at home?" I knew I was
testing the limits. 

"Uh, well, uhm, I - well, according to the brochure, the idea is
to promote openness, and it says I should - uh - encourage you in
every environment." 

"But what about Sis?" 

"I'll talk to your sister and explain what is going on, prepare
her for it. If you think you might want to do it, that is.
They're going to include middle school in the program next year,
so she'll be eligible to take part in it then." 

I thought this over. Walking around naked at home wasn't exactly
a new thing for me. When I'd been about thirteen I'd done it a
few times, when everyone was out, of course. It had been fun -
exciting. I'd had a hardon, of course, and I'd jerked off. I'd
even wandered out in the back yard, thrilled at the thought that
someone might see me, terrified and excited all at once. 

"Uh - well, maybe. You'd better talk to Sis about it anyway,
because she's sure to hear about it from someone at school
tomorrow. Missy's brother is in one of my classes, and I think
the sister of another of her friends is in my Civics class. That
was one of the classes I jerked off in," I admitted. 

"All right, I will," Mom agreed, getting to her feet, looking
relieved and a little tense at the same time. "But for tonight, I
think it would be better if you didn't - ah - let it all hang
out, if you know what I mean. Give me time to get her accustomed
to the idea." 

"Okay." It made sense, but I couldn't help wondering about Mom.
There was something almost like eagerness in her expression as
she headed for the door. "Leave the door open, it's okay," I
assured her as she went out. 

I heard her knock on Sis's door, heard it close behind her. A few
moments later there was a shriek out of Sis that practically
shattered my computer monitor. Then there was silence and I
fought the urge to go and listen at Sis's door the way she had at
mine. 

Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice said in Wonderland. It was
going to be a really weird week. I picked up the brochure about
the program and dug into it more. I didn't have to do any of
these other things, according to the rules. But I could if I
wanted to. And somehow I knew I'd probably want to. 

I thought again of Beth doing me, and scratched at my rigid dick
through my shorts. I wonder if she'd be willing to do it. 

Nah. Not a chance. She was more shy than I am. Besides, we hadn't
even kissed on our date, after all. 


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Carl Naked in School 4/15 (mf exhib mast)

Tuesday Morning

The next morning, as I was leaving for school, Mom gave me a hug,
something she hadn't done in years - well, ok, I'd made her stop
a couple years ago. I thought I had outgrown them. 

It felt good. 

I left early, hoping to get there before anyone else so I could
at least strip in peace, but the closer I got to school the
slower I pedaled, dreading the moment I'd have to take off all my
clothes. 

And with good reason, it turned out. After locking my bike in the
rack I went around to the south entrance, where I'd found my
clothes the day before, and there was like a mailbox with a sign
on it that said "Boys' Clothes Here." There was a fair gathering
already, of girls, nothing but girls. I wondered if Karen and the
other chosen girls were facing a similar gauntlet of boys outside
the north entrance. 

Either the other two boys had beaten me here, or were coming
later. No one else to share my shame with. Oh joy. 

I put my trombone and books down and started to undress. By the
time I was down to my underwear I was flaming red. Trying to keep
my back to everyone (it wasn't possible, I was surrounded) I
skinned my jockeys down, then sat down on cold, damp grass to put
my shoes back on. Bundling everything together, I dropped the
clothes in the mailbox, the tip of my already rock-hard cock
brushing the cold metal. It was like an electric shock, and I
flinched and the girls giggled. 

"Hi, Carl," one of them simpered, batting her eyes at me.
"Whatcha got there?" 

"Looks like a dick to me," another said, "but it's too small." 

"You wouldn't think so if you'd seen it next to Freschetti's!"
someone else answered with a cackle that brought shrieks of glee
from the group. I guess that was supposed to make me feel good. 

All I could think was that Freschetti was going to kill me if he
ever had the chance. 

"It's not how much you have that counts, it's how you use it," a
familiar voice put in primly, and Beth pushed her way through the
crowd. "Hi, Carl." 

"Uh, hi!" 

"Oh, and I suppose you'd know?" one of the other girls asked
skeptically. 

Beth didn't answer, she just tucked her arm into mine and guided
me away, smiling secretly, like she really did know. 

"Thanks!" I said gratefully. "You - uh - kinda put yourself on
the spot, though, didn't you?" 

"Maybe," she admitted, giving me an impish look. 

"You know I've never - uh - done it," I confessed. 

She shrugged. "Neither have I." 

"I didn't think you had," I assured her quickly. 

She gave my arm a squeeze. "I know. That's one of the things I
like about you." 

"But now, everyone else is going to think...."

She shrugged again. "Let `em." Then she looked up at me, that
impish smile on her face again. "We could prove `em right, you
know." 

Before I could react, she squeezed my arm again, and then let me
go and walked away, her pony tail flipping pertly, counter to the
sway of her hips while I gaped after her. I hadn't realized she
could move like that!

Thanks to this little by-play I took my "relief" in my first
period class! I thought, momentarily, of asking for some help,
but couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I pumped my prick a
half dozen times and ejected what felt like a quart of cum into
the rag offered by Mr. Cranover. At least he didn't use my
eruption as a demonstration of ballistics or something, but let
me get to my seat, still drooling and wiping. 

I wondered if there was a way to measure the viscosity of cum. 

French was more of Mademoiselle Duclos using me as a live model
for her French anatomy lesson. She didn't just point. She trailed
her fingers over my skin; my nipples suddenly became an erogenous
zone, my belly, probing my navel even. She brushed them through
my pubic hair. 

My cock was throbbing in minutes, even though I'd jacked off less
than an hour before. 

She stroked my butt, made me turn around and bend over even. Then
she put her hands on either side and spread my cheeks! Her finger
tickled my asshole (oignon from the French for onion) and I damn
near came right then and there! 

By the time she was done I was at the boiling point. My dick was
drooling pre-cum; cold sticky strands flicked down to stick to my
thigh as I hurried toward math, already aching. 

"You look to be in some distress, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, my
math teacher observed as I hesitated in the doorway. I looked
down, noticing that my cock was practically purple. 

"Uh - yes'm," I agreed. 

"We'll wait for the rest of the class, if you don't mind," she
said in that no-nonsense tone of voice of hers. 

I was stepping nervously from one foot to the other, as if I
needed to pee really badly, only that wasn't what I needed. I was
so horny I would have fucked her if she'd asked me to. Not
likely, since her girl friend was a secretary in the school
office. "Yes'm." 

The last of the class filed in just as the bell rang, and Miss
Gallison clapped her hands to bring them to order. I noticed
Freschetti glowering at me. 

"Mr. Walker has a problem which needs to be remedied before we
proceed. Perhaps someone would like to help him?" 

Oh JEEZ! I wanted to crawl in a  hole, any hole -- dick first, of
course, at this point! 

Sure enough, up went Beth's hand before anyone else's. Like I
think I said, she was always the first to volunteer, but I was a
little surprised she did this time. A couple of other girls
raised theirs. The guys all seemed to be sitting on theirs, no
surprise. 

"Mr. Walker?" 

I looked at Beth, saw a hopeful look in her sweet brown eyes, and
my dick gave a lurch. "Uh, okay. Uh, Beth, please?" 

"Will he need to show you how to do it?" Miss Gallison asked Beth
as she made her way to the front of the room. 

"I don't think so. I saw him do it in French class yesterday,"
Beth answered, pushing her glasses back up her nose, nibbling on
her lower lip nervously, looking very serious. 

"Very well, please proceed," Miss Gallison ordered, checking her
watch. "You have three minutes, according to my watch." 

Beth licked her lips, and her warm, soft hand closed around my
throbbing hardon gently, and my dick wept with joy. 

"Better get a tissue or something," I warned her. 

Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a lace trimmed hanky.
"This will do." She stroked my dork. "Like this?" 

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. 

She watched intently, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the
corner of her mouth the way it did when she was working a tough
calc problem. Her hand moved up and down my blazing cock, making
soft, sticky sounds as she smeared the precum between her skin
and mine. 

In seconds I was right on the brink, and then I was over it, my
cock pulsing in her grasp, my knees shaking. She held the hanky
to the tip of my spouting prick, catching every hot spurt of my
cream in it. 

When I was done I was so weak I leaned against Miss Gallison's
desk. Beth tenderly wiped my oh-so sensitive dick as it slowly
lost its stiffness. "Did I do ok?" she asked sweetly. 

I managed to nod. "You did great," I admitted weakly. "Thanks." 

The class laughed and applauded, and Beth turned pink. After
wiping her hand off she carefully folded up her cum sodden hanky
and put it back in her pocket. "Any time!" she assured me, a
twinkle in her eye, her dimples deeper than ever as she
suppressed a giggle. 

"Now that we have that out of the way, let's proceed with the
assignment I gave you yesterday," Miss Gallison ordered as Beth
and I made our way to our desks. "Who has a solution to the
volume of the tip of Mr. Walker's erect penis, based on the
assumptions we set out yesterday?" 

Sure enough, it was Beth's hand that went up first, but this time
Miss Gallison picked Freschetti to come up and put his proof on
the board. 

By his computations, the tip of my cock alone had a volume of 224
cubic centimeters, making just the head of my hardon almost big
enough to fill a measuring cup! It took a while before he figured
out he'd misplaced the decimal point. 

He was flaming a brighter red than I did at my worst. 

Naturally, he cornered me at lunch time. "I oughta cut your dick
off, geek!" he threatened. 

"Hey, it's not my fault!" I pleaded. I'm not a fighter, never
have been. I talked my way out of trouble. "I have nothing to do
with it. Believe me, I'd really rather have some pants on." 

"I mean this, dork." He stung my dick with a snap of his finger.

"OW! I'm sorry, really! I guess it's genetics or something. I
can't help it. And anyway, it doesn't mean anything, really!" 

"You can't help it, but I can." He reached in his pocket, like he
was going for a knife or something, though I don't see how he
could have, since they run us through metal detectors at the
doors every day. 

"Is there a problem here?" It was Miss Gallison, who'd been
monitoring the cafeteria. 

Freschetti backed off quickly. The school had a zero tolerance
policy on teasing and harassment. "Nothin'." 

Miss Gallison looked after him, then glanced down at my half
erect cock. "Such a big fuss over such a little bit of gristle,"
she commented, her normally stern mouth softened by the hint of a
smile. 

"Yes'm," I agreed humbly. Emboldened, I braved a question. "Uh -
you're gay, aren't you?" 

"It's no secret," she admitted. 

"But, well, how do you feel about boys - men?" 

"You mean, do I hate them?" she asked, smiling a bit more. "No,
of course not. It's just that this," she stroked my dick gently,
"doesn't appeal to me. Oh, my life would probably be simpler if I
were heterosexual, but I've come to terms with what I am, and
I've been lucky enough to find a community that accepts me, and a
partner whom I love, and who loves me. That's what really matters
in this world, Mr. Walker - finding someone you can share your
life with." 

"Yes'm," I agreed, not sure I understood completely, but maybe I
would before the week was out, or when I was older. 

For a moment she looked bleak. "The world can be a very lonely
place, Mr. Walker, without someone to share your joys and sorrows
with." She brightened. "As you may already know, or will soon, I
suspect. Miss Finch seems to fancy you. She's very sweet, and not
my type at all." 

"Yes'm." For some reason I felt relieved at this. 

"Off to your next period, Mr. Walker, and I'll see you tomorrow."


"Yes, Miss Gallison." I hurried off to gym. 

We played softball, and it felt really strange to be outside
virtually naked. I had to wear a protective cup, but that was
all, since I played right field. I always dreaded any hits my
direction, but this time there weren't any. 

I struck out twice, and then hit my usual line drive to the
shortstop. Then it was back in to shower with the girls again.
This time a few more of them didn't wrap up and I got to study
their different shapes. Some of the girls didn't have any more
tit than I did, and one chunky girl, Stephanie, didn't look as
bad without clothes as I thought she would. She even got a rise
out of my dick as she washed herself, and blushed at the sight of
it rising. 

I was toweling off my hair when she touched my shoulder. "Uh, I
saw Beth - uh - do you in math." 

"Yeah." 

"Would you like - do you need...?"

"Relief? Uh - well, I'm not allowed to, right now." My dick was
only half-hard anyway, but rising to the occasion from her
interest. 

"Oh." She seemed disappointed. 

"But you can touch me, if you want," I assured her suddenly,
wondering what was getting into me. I noticed her nipples were
stiffening. 

"Can I?" She didn't wait for an answer, but gently curled her
hand around my dick as it swelled and stiffened even further.
"It's so hot, and getting hard!" 

"Yeah." Emboldened, I reached up and gently touched her nipple
with my fingertips. 

"Oh!" She flinched and I jerked my hand back. 

"Sorry," I apologized quickly. 

"That's all right! It's just that I didn't expect it." Turning
pink, she quickly let go of my cock. "We'd better get dressed." 

I grinned at her. "You'd better get dressed," I corrected. "I
only need to put on my shoes and socks." 

"Oh, yeah." She blushed prettily. She was kind of fat, but really
cute, I decided. Not as cute as Beth, though. "See you around." 

"See you around," I agreed, finishing toweling off. 


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Carl Naked in School 5/15 (mf exhib oral)

Tuesday Afternoon

Maybe it was playing softball outside, or maybe it was
Stephanie's attention in the shower, or maybe Beth jacking me
off, but I was somehow more comfortable as I made my way to my
next class. 

I was very conscious of the touch of air all over my naked body,
which I hadn't been before. It felt good. I sought the word I
wanted, mentally working on my journal for Mr. Turner - it felt
really sensuous.  This had to be what sensuous was. It was like
every nerve ending was wide awake. My flesh felt incredibly
alive. 

I knew my nipples were stiff, and my cock was throbbing again. 

"Ah, Mr. Walker," Miss Mitchell, the vice principal who'd made me
strip greeted me. "How are you doing today?" 

"Oh, good afternoon, Miss Mitchell," I answered politely.
"Better, thank you." 

"You seem much more at ease this afternoon," she observed. 

"Yes'm, I guess I am." I glanced down at myself, pinking up at
the sight of my hardon pointing at her lewdly. "It's still pretty
embarrassing. I wish I didn't get like this so easily." I
gestured at my rigid dick. 

She actually smiled slightly. "I find it rather flattering,
actually." 

"Oh! Uhm, sorr - I mean - oh," I stammered. 

"If you want to get to your next class in time for some relief,
Mr. Walker, you'd best hurry." 

For a moment I thought about asking her to do it then and there,
but decided not to and hurried away to Civics. 

Mrs. Jacobs glanced at the clock as I entered the room, one of
the last, just before the bell rang. "Ah, good afternoon, Mr.
Walker." 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Jacobs." I hesitated. She was gray haired,
with sharp blue eyes behind bifocals. She'd been teaching here
practically forever. A twinge from my steaming balls decided me.
"I - ah - think I'd better take some relief." 

She pursed her lips. "Indeed? Very well. Did you want
assistance?" 

I glanced around. A half a dozen girl's hands went up, and one
guy'?! It was Phil Burton!! My eye skipped past him quickly and
lighted on Marilyn Beaverton. She was smirking knowingly as she
held her hand up, not eagerly but languidly. She licked her lips,
giving me a heavy lidded look. 

"Uh, Marilyn?" I asked. She had a rep around school. I'd
overheard one guy say she'd go down for a wooden nickel and give
four cents change back. I figured it would be easier for the
girl, and maybe me, if it was someone experienced. 

She bounced her way up from her seat. She wore skirts as short
and sweaters as tight as she could get away with under the dress
code, and her nipples were always poking out - boob ends showing,
some guys called it, others called it "high beams." She was
blond, with blue eyes, and a body that would give the Pope a
hardon. 

She smiled at me, and her tongue danced along her luscious lips
teasingly. "Look Ma, no hands," she whispered softly, grinning,
her eyes flashing. I gaped as she deliberately put her hands
behind her back, and sank slowly to her knees in front of me.
There was a gasp throughout the room. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Mrs. Jacobs dropped into her chair, looking
like she was about to faint. 

"There's nothing in the rules about how I do it, is there?"
Marilyn asked innocently. 

Then, while Mrs. Jacobs leafed desperately through the brochure,
Marilyn leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out and touched just
the very tip of my dick, catching the thick, clear drop of
pre-cum that was about to fall. 

I didn't remember what the rules said, and at that point I didn't
care. "Aahhhhh!" Without meaning to, I sighed, as her soft, warm
lips closed around the head of my cock. I had to steady myself
with one hand on the desk. 

Her tongue stroked the underside of my hardon, stroked that oh-so
sensitive spot just behind the head, like hot velvet, and I felt
my prick ooze a stinging, ecstatic wave of hot seepings. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Marilyn purred, smacking her lips. "Delicious," she
added, before closing her mouth on my cock once again. 

"Oh God," I whispered. 

She leaned forward, and I watched my prick slowly vanish in her
mouth, her lips, bright red with lipstick, sliding along its
throbbing length. Half my cock was engulfed by her warm mouth.

The whole classroom seemed to be holding its breath. 

She drew back, sucking gently, then slid forward again, deeper,
and it was all I could do to keep from passing out with pleasure.


Out, in, she moved a little faster, took me a little deeper with
each stroke. I felt my cock head strike the back of her throat,
felt her throat work, and take me deeper. 

Holy shit! She was deep throating me. I watched as she buried her
nose in my pubic hair. 

One more stroke and I was over the edge. She must have felt my
cock pulsate, and shoved forward, the last bit of my prick
vanishing, and I began to unload straight down her throat. 

Pulse, pulse, pulse, my groin convulsed as I poured wave after
wave of cum into her mouth. Marilyn took it all, backing off at
last, her nostrils flaring as she drew in a breath, catching the
last few spurts on her tongue. The gentle touch of her fingers on
my balls made my groin wring itself dry with a final ecstatic
spasm. 

When I was finally done erupting, she eased off, spat out my
already softening dick, rolled the last drizzle of cum in her
mouth around on her tongue with obvious relish, and swallowed it.


"Ooops!" She giggled, using her finger to capture a little
dribble that had escaped to trickle down her chin, and licked her
finger clean. 

Then she carefully used her mouth to clean off my cock one last
time. 

When she held her hand up, what could I do but help her to her
feet? 

The class burst into applause, and she curtsied daintily before
jiggling her way back to her seat. 

Mrs. Jacobs was sagging weakly in her chair, fanning herself with
the brochure before tossing it aside and polishing the steam off
her bifocals with a tissue. 

I felt like I'd had the stuffings sucked out of me. I'd been
Hoovered! My legs were rubbery as I made my way to my seat. 

"Well, now!" Mrs. Jacobs began. "I think this would be a good
time to discuss the factors which led to the development of this
program which Mr. Walker is participating in. Perhaps we should
begin by listing those factors." 

She went to the whiteboard, and began to scrawl shakily as the
class volunteered their ideas. I just sat there and tried to
catch my breath. 

After that little episode, I thought anything else that happened
that day would be an anticlimax (pun intentional, and thank you,
Mr. Turner for teaching me that word), but I was wrong. 

Oh, band practice wasn't quite as memorable, but it did have its
moments. You've got to admit, marching around an athletic field
wearing nothing but shoes and socks while blowing a trombone
ranks right up there on the "strange" scale. 

Mr. Peters accepted the situation without comment. I still wasn't
clear whether I'd be wearing my uniform on Saturday or not, but I
was afraid to ask, frankly. 

Or was I? I was getting a bit more comfortable with being naked
in front of all these people. The thought of parading around in
the nude at halftime was certainly intimidating. But it was
exciting - well, arousing is more accurate - as well. 

Then we were into practice and I didn't have time to think of
anything else. You try marching and blowing through about twenty
feet of brass tubing, trying to make meaningful sounds, and see
how much day dreaming you can do! 

There was a light wind blowing, it was about 75 degrees, I guess,
and the sun was bright. In spite of having to concentrate on what
I was doing, I was intensely aware of being naked as the breeze
stroked my skin. The sun was hot on me, too. The only word for it
was sensuous, believe me. 

Then, at the end of practice, Mr. Peters threw me a real curve. 

There we were in ranks, and Mr. Peters called me out. "Mr.
Walker, front and center, please." 

Wondering what I'd done wrong, I slipped through the files from
my usual place in the middle of the second row from the back.
"Yessir?" I asked, suddenly a bit more self-conscious at being
singled out and standing with the whole band looking at me, all
pink and white and tan. 

"You have the honor of dotting the `I' this Saturday!" he
announced. 

Well, it was supposed to be an honor. We usually open our
halftime show by filing on to the field and forming the school
name, Central High, in script. There's one musician selected to
dot the "i" in "High." Mr. Peters selects the player he thinks
has deserved the honor most, by whatever criteria he uses - I've
never quite figured out what it is. 

Anyway, that player is supposed to march in his or her usual
place in the file, and then at the top of the loop of the "l" in
"Central" he marches straight off alone while the rest of the
band circles around to start the "High" below the "Central." He
then wanders around sort of at random as if lost. As we near the
end of the maneuver he looks around frantically, then runs a
circle around the whole formation before finding his place at the
top of the "i" just as the last beat comes down on the school
fight song. 

"Me, sir?" Damn, my voice cracked! 

"You're `it,' Mr. Walker. Any problem with that?" 

I thought furiously. Surely they wouldn't want me to do that in
the nude! "Uh, no sir, I guess not." I'd never done it before,
but we all knew the routine well enough. It was all a matter of
timing, was all. 

"Very good!" He slapped me on the butt! "Back in place, Mr.
Walker." 

I slipped back through the ranks, Stephanie, who played a
crackerjack flute, giving me a wink and a smile, reaching out to
brush my cock with her fingers as I passed her, much to my
surprise. 

I was still mulling over the honor, and my butt was still
stinging from Mr. Peters's slap when he dismissed us for the day.


I hurried to get my trombone in its case and get to my clothes.
After strapping my trombone to the bike, wishing, as I always
did, that I played trumpet instead, I pedaled homeward. A carload
of senior girls cruised past me with a bunch of cheery greetings,
waves and one wolf whistle. 

If nothing else, I was acquiring some popularity! 

I walked in to find Sis already in the kitchen, scarfing down
cookies and milk. Apparently she either didn't have some extra
curricular something, or they gave her time off for good
behavior. 

"How was school?" she asked uncustomarily. 

"Okay," I answered, my head in the fridge as I sought the milk. 

"It's on the counter," she pointed out. "Cookie?" 

"Yeah." 

"You're welcome," she responded sarcastically. 

"Uh, I'm sorry, thanks," I mumbled around a cookie. 

"What's it like, going around school naked?" 

I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about it with her, but decided it
had to be done, sooner or later. I dropped into the chair across
from her, dunking a cookie in my milk. "Embarrassing," I
admitted. 

"I heard you got hard," she observed. 

"Guys do that, when they get sexually excited," I explained. 

"So's they can get their penis inside the girl," she said. "I
learned about that in sex ed last year." 

"Last year?! You're only eleven!" 

She made a face. "I know some girls my age who've already lost
their cherries." 

"Oh. I guess you start younger than I did." 

"Not ME!" she protested. "Jeepers!" 

"I didn't mean you YOU," I assured her. "I mean your generation."


She giggled. "I'm only four years younger than you." 

"Four years is a long time," I mumbled. 

"Yeah, I guess so," she agreed, "more than a third of my life,
more than a quarter of yours." She drank some milk and licked off
the mustache it gave her. "Uh - Mom said you might go naked
around the house sometime." 

"I don't know." I was blushing again, both embarrassed and
aroused at the thought. 

"I wouldn't mind if you did," Sis went on. "It might even be a
good thing." 

"Oh? And just how is that, Squirt?" I asked wryly. 

"Well, I mean, I'd like, maybe, get used to what a naked boy
looks like," she pointed out. "Mom said she was really shocked
the first time she saw a guy naked with a .... 

"Hardon?" I asked. 

"Yeah. It'd kinda get me used the idea of having something like
that put in me," she explained. "When I do decide to have sex, I
mean." 

I thought this over. "I suppose it might." 

"So. Will you?" 

"Will I what?" I asked. 

"Get naked," she explained like I was being stupid or something,
which I guess I was. 

"Right now?!" 

She picked up her glass and took it to the sink. "It's as good a
time as any," she pointed out. "Done with the milk?" 

I shoved it in her direction, my hand shaking. She picked it up,
almost dropped it and put her other hand under it as she carried
it to the refrigerator. 

"I'm going to my room," I mumbled, fleeing as she wet a sponge
and mopped the cookie crumbs off the table. 

My own sister was giving me a hardon!

Up in my room, I paced. I was suddenly very aware of my clothes,
how they constricted me, smothered me. My dick was trying to
stiffen, knotted over by my shorts and jeans. My shirt felt tight
under my armpits. 

Hell, it wouldn't hurt to be naked in my room, at least, would
it? 

My hands were shaking as I unfastened my belt. Then I had to sit
down to take off my shoes before I could get my pants down. I
shucked off my socks at the same time, and stood up again. 

Draping my jeans over a chair, I unbuttoned my shirt, practically
tore it off. 

My dick tented out my jockeys. 

I stretched, like a cat, one of those long, crackling,
work-every-muscle-to-the-limit stretches that leaves you feeling
like your whole skeleton has about separated at the joints and
you're about to fall in a heap of disconnected bones. 

Then I skinned my shorts down and off. My cock stood out stiffly,
and I shivered at the touch of the air all over my body. I wasn't
cold. I just felt so alive! 

I turned to get to my homework, and only then realized that I'd
left my books and my trombone downstairs. 




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Carl Naked in School 6/15 (mgF exhib inc?)

Tuesday Evening

I looked at my clothes distastefully. The thought of smothering
my body in them was repulsive. 

Besides, she'd asked for it, hadn't she? 

I opened my door and stepped out into the hall, feeling every
stray current of air that brushed my bare skin. I looked toward
her room, thinking maybe Sis was already in there, doing her
homework, but her door was wide open, which meant she was
probably still down stairs. 

Taking a deep breath, tingling all over, I started down, my
hardon swaying heavily with every step. 

"Oh!" Sis appeared at the bottom of the stairs from the direction
of the kitchen, and froze like a statue. Her eyebrows went up and
her jaw dropped. 

"I - uh - forgot my books," I stammered. Her eyes darted this way
and that, flicking back to me, then scampering aside. 

I stood on the stairs, about six steps up, one foot on the next
step down from the other, hand on the railing. I was that aware
of how I was standing! "It's okay to look. I've been stared at by
at least half the school at this point," I reminded her. 

She was blushing. "Oh, okay - uh - sorry. Your staff - uh, stuff
- is in the kitchen." 

Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down the stairs. "Thanks."


Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of
the stairs. 

"Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way. 

"It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen.
She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with
my books and trombone. "If you've got any questions, I'll be in
my room." 

A few minutes later there was a timid tap on my door. I blanked
my computer screen - a chick in a bathing suit danced on the
monitor. 

Thinking maybe I should get rid of that screen saver, I swiveled
around, my cock standing up from my lap. "Come in." 

"Uh - hi," she greeted me timidly, advancing warily. "Uh - you
said if I had any questions." 

I stretched, folding my hands behind my head, leaning back in my
chair, crossing my ankles, my hardon flopped up on my belly. "Ask
away." 

"I didn't realize it was so big!" she observed, staring
unabashedly now. 

I shrugged. "Some are bigger, some are smaller." I'd been doing
some research on the Internet. "I guess I'm about average, from
what I've found out." 

"What does it feel like?" 

"You can touch it, if you want," I offered. 

"NO! I mean, what does it feel like to - have that thing hanging
down there?" 

I looked down. "It's not exactly hanging, right now," I pointed
out. 

"Uh - no, but I mean, when you're standing up." 

I pondered this. "I don't know. It's just sort of there. How
aware of you of, say, your nose? Anyway, it's not usually hard,
you know." 

"You're excited," she pointed out. "By me." 

"Don't flatter yourself, squirt," I said teasingly. "At my age, I
can get a hardon for no reason at all. It can be really
embarrassing when it happens in class. Or, at least it used to be
embarrassing," I corrected. "Now I just ask for relief." 

"Relief?" 

So I explained how having a hardon for a long time can start to
hurt. "So I can masturbate during the first five minutes of class
if I want to, which I do, if I've been hard for long." 

"In front of the class?" 

I nodded. "You've heard?" 

She nodded, still staring at my dick. "But I didn't believe it."

"Believe it." 

"You said I can touch it?" 

I nodded. "If you want." 

She started to reach for me, and then hesitated. "Maybe later,"
she said, blushing. "Uh - it's your turn to do dinner, remember."


"Yeah. Are you done? I've got work to do." 

"Oh, yeah, sorry." She backed out, still staring. 

I kicked the door closed behind her and turned back to my
computer. I managed to concentrate on my physics homework enough
that my hardon faded away. 

It was back, though, when I was setting the table and getting
dinner ready. I wondered how Mom was going to take this new
development in my progress. 

"Oh!" 

"Hi, Mom, how was work?" I asked, watching her expressions shift
from surprise to curiosity to - something I couldn't quite read -
to carefully schooled calm. 

"Hi yourself," she responded a little stiffly. "I see you've - uh
- taken the next step." 

I looked down at myself. "I guess you could say so." 

"How did your sister take it?" 

I shrugged. "Okay, I guess. She had a few questions. You might
ask her how she feels about it. Dinner will be ready in half an
hour." 

"Okay, thanks." She was obviously working very hard to make
everything seem very normal. "I'm going upstairs to change. Would
you pour me a glass of wine, please, and put a couple of ice
cubes in it?" 

"Sure." I reached for a glass for her. 

She hesitated in the doorway. "And, uh, could you maybe dress for
dinner? I'm not sure we're ready for your full display while we
eat." 

I laughed. "Sure. You want me to put something on now?" 

"No, no, that's okay," she gave a wave and disappeared. 

A few minutes later she was back to claim her drink. "Thanks,
honey." She touched my bare waist as she reached past me for her
glass, then seemed to jerk her hand away. 

"You're welcome." I was tingling from her touch. Skin to skin
contact in those areas wasn't something I was used to, and I
wondered if I ever would be. I had the feeling she wasn't
comfortable with it, either. 

I threw on my gym shorts and a tee shirt for dinner, but even
that felt restrictive. 

"Can I go naked around the house, too?" Dee suddenly asked as we
neared the end of supper. I'd told them how it had felt to walk
around naked, since they seemed to want to know. 

What felt weird, I admitted, was to be the only one naked in a
crowd of people. It made me feel - "Exposed" just went without
saying. I decided vulnerable was the best word.. 

"Do you want to go around the house naked?" Mom asked, managing
to sound pretty calm about the whole thing. 

"I don't know," Sis admitted. "But it might make Carl more
comfortable, think of that. Anyway, if I decide I'd like to try
it, can I?" 

Mom mulled this over, while my dick, which had gone down once I'd
dragged on my shorts, responded in its usual perverse way,
swelling and growing like it wanted to craw out of the leg of my
shorts to check on what was going on. 

"I suppose so," Mom agreed at last. "You're likely to be picked
to do it around school sometime next year anyway." 

"Oh!" My sister sounded surprised, and worried. She looked
nervously down at herself. She was wearing a cut off tee shirt
and shorts herself, and I realized she was getting a bit of
shape. "Oh," she said musingly. "Yeah, I might, I guess." 

Trying to will my dick down, I began to clear the table. "I'll do
the dishes tonight. I'm pretty much done with my homework. Can I
get out of these clothes now?" I asked. 

"If you like," Mom agreed, sounding a little stressed. "I've got
some work to do, so I'll be upstairs. Is your homework done,
Dee?" 

"No." My sister sighed wearily. 

"No TV until it's done," Mom reminded her. 

"Yes'm." 

After things were cleaned up and homework was done we all settled
down to some TV, with Mom and Sis both trying to seem like
everything was normal. 

I couldn't help looking at Sis, wondering what she would look
like naked. Did she have tits yet? Or pubic hair? 

My dick stayed hard until I was up in my room, dealing with some
e-mail, when it went down again. There was a rap at the door and
Mom came in. 

Up periscope!

"Don't stay up too late," she cautioned. 

"I won't." 

Then she really startled me by coming up behind me and putting
her hands on my shoulders. Then she slid them down my chest,
hugging me, resting her chin on my head, my neck nestling back in
the valley between her breasts. Her hands were only a few inches
from my still stiff dick. She kissed the top of my head. "You're
very brave," she observed softly. 

I felt myself flushing. "Thanks." 

With a squeeze, she released me, and her fingers actually brushed
the head of my cock. "Good night. Sleep well." 

"You, too," I responded, my whole body tingling. 




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Carl Naked in School 7/15 (mFfg exhib mast spank)

Wednesday Morning

The next morning, standing there in my room after my shower, I
looked at the school clothes I'd set out, wondering what I'd been
thinking of. There they were; underwear, socks, white short
sleeved shirt, khaki pants today, instead of jeans. 

Why in the world had I bothered? Once I got to the school door
they all had to come off. 

Then I heard Mom calling me to breakfast, and reached for my
underpants - and dropped them. I'd deal with the clothes problem
after I ate. I trotted downstairs naked, my dick flopping about
as I entered the kitchen. 

"Ouch!" mom yelped. 

The chair at the kitchen table was cold under my butt. "You okay,
Mom?" 

She was running cold water over her hand. "Oh, I just burned
myself. Nothing serious," she assured me. "You startled me! I
didn't expect to see you - like that!" 

"Is it okay?" I asked, reaching for some toast. "I was going to
dress after breakfast." 

"It's okay. You just startled me. It's going to take awhile for
me to get used to this." 

"Sorry," I apologized through a mouth of toast, starting to get
up. "I'll go...." 

"No!" she answered a little sharply. "No, don't. I need to get
used to it." She nibbled her lip. "This program is for all of
us." 

"Good morning!" Sis greeted us cheerily. "Nice outfit," she
teased me. She was kind of dolled up this morning - white blouse,
nice skirt, knee socks, a pretty bow in her hair and even a touch
of lipstick, which was rare. 

I winked at Mom. Sis seemed to take my nudity in stride this
morning. "You look nice yourself," I complimented her. "What's
the occasion?" 

She shrugged. "Nothing special. I just felt like it." 

"Drink your juice," Mom ordered, dishing out the scrambled eggs.
"And eat up, both of you, or you're going to be late. As will I
if I don't get out of here right now." She shoveled down her
breakfast, gave us each a hug and peck and gathered up her things
and was gone like a whirlwind. 

Sis and I ate in silence for a few minutes, neither of us being
morning people. Then a horn honked outside. 

"There's my bus! Shit!" She scrambled for her books. 

"Where's your quarter?" I asked. Mom's real strict about bad
language. When one of us says the "s" word or the "f" word we
have to drop a quarter in a jar on the counter. I think she'd
contributed as much as Dee and I had lately. Pretty soon we'd
have enough to go to the movies. 

"I'll pay this afternoon." Sis gave me a quick peck on the cheek,
her hand hot on my thigh as she leaned on it. "Better hurry!" 

I checked the clock. "I've got time. See you this afternoon." 

Silence fell and I took a deep breath, then shuttled the dishes
to the sink before hurrying upstairs. 

One look at all those clothes and I shook my head, knowing I was
going to have to pedal like hell as it was. I practically jumped
into my gym shorts (no underpants - why bother?) and threw on a
tee shirt. Socks and loafers completed the process of dressing
for school. My pencils, house key and stuff went in my book bag.
Then I was out the door and on my bike. 

As I swooped down the driveway and out on the street I felt air
blowing up the open legs of my shorts, swirling around my dick
and balls. My cock began to swell from the unfamiliar sensation.

The faster I pedaled, the more my dick grew, encouraged by the
wind and the friction of its unfettered motion against my thigh
and shorts. I glanced down; it was like a rod against my thigh,
the head creeping downward with every pump of the pedals. By the
time I was half a block from school the head was sticking out,
catching the wind. 

I leaped off my bike, slammed it into the rack and locked it,
then took off around the building to where I was supposed to
undress, hoping the girls had gone in already. 

Oh, man. There was a mob! And there were the cheerleaders! In
uniform, pompoms and all! And Peggy Schwartz, with her camera, to
take pictures! 

They burst into a cheer the moment they saw me, doing their
little dance and pomming their poms, or whatever that is they do
with them. 

"Yay Carl! He's our man! If he can't do it, no one can!" 

Blushing furiously, I skidded to a stop by the box. 

"Better hurry, Carl, or you'll be late," Peggy urged, snapping
pictures. 

"C'mon, guys!" I pleaded as the cheerleaders shook their butts at
me in one of their routines. Then they whirled around and leaped
into the air, and I swear, two of them weren't wearing panties! 

"Remember the rules, Carl," Peggy reminded me. "And try to
smile!" 

I shook my head, beaten. She was right. And anyway, she was such
a perky little button, it wasn't possible to get mad at her. I
dropped my book bag and started to peel off my T shirt. 

"Yah dah dah, dah da da daaah. Yah dah dah, da da da dahh," the
cheerleaders trumpeted, the old tune from that movie "The
Stripper." They danced and waved their pompoms in time to the
music. 

So, I wiggled, and squirmed like I thought maybe a stripper would
wiggle and squirm, peeling the shirt off and whirling it over my
head while Peggy snapped pictures. I tried to flip it over her
camera lens, but she dodged and went right on snapping as I
hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts. 

There wasn't any secret about what I had inside them. My hardon
was like a tent pole. Dragging the shorts down, I let my cock
spring free. I was able to step right out of them without taking
my shoes off. 

"No underwear!" the cheerleaders shrieked. "Yay, Carl!" 

"There it is ladies!" Daringly, I wrapped my hand around my dork
and waggled it at them, twirling my shorts on my other hand. 

You would have thought a rock star had shown up the way the girls
screamed. 

Then the bell rang and I had to head inside, much to my relief,
pursued by the cheerleaders and Peggy, still snapping pictures.
When I stopped at my locker I think half the girls going by took
the opportunity to smack my bare ass as they scampered past. By
the time they were done I felt like I had a sunburn back there,
and a hardon ready to explode. 

 Then it was Freschetti crowding me, practically shoving me into
my locker. The steel door was like ice against my already heated
tail and I let out a whoop. 

"You and me, dork. Behind the equipment shed. Three o'clock." 

"I've got science club," I pleaded, trying to squirm away and
failing. 

"Three o'clock, dork," he repeated ominously, leaning closer. 

"Mr. Freschetti." Miss Mitchell's voice was as cold and hard as
the steel door of the locker trying to wedge its way up the crack
of my ass. 

"Shit!" Freschetti muttered, backing off. 

"I'm pleased to see you taking such an interest in Mr. Walker's
project," Miss Mitchell went on. "Perhaps you'd like to join him?
Don't hurry away, Mr. Walker." 

I froze. 

"Has he been bothering you, Mr. Walker?" 

"Uh, no Miss Mitchell," I lied, sweating, not about to rat on
this gorilla, no matter what. 

"Hmmm." Obviously she didn't believe me, but decided not to
challenge me on it. "If there should be the slightest incident of
harassment from you, Mr. Freschetti, you will join Mr. Walker in
dispensing with clothes for the rest of this week, and all of
next week." 

"Yes'm," he agreed meekly. 

"And, if you are not suspended, you will be forced to play in
Saturday's game wearing only your protective garments. Is that
clear, Mr. Freschetti?" 

He blanched. "Yes'm." 

"Now, get to class before you're later than you already are." She
watched him hurry away and then turned to me. "Are you sure he's
not been bothering you?" 

"Yes'm," I insisted. 

"Hmmm," she murmured again, looking down at me. All my apparatus
looked like it was trying to crawl up inside me for safety. "It's
amazing what fear can reduce a man to." She reached down and
stroked my terror shriveled penis and it sprang to attention. 

She stroked its underside again, slowly, and it wept with joy.
"Please stop by my office during lunch, Mr. Walker." 

"Yes'm." 

Then she turned business-like. "And, if there is any more trouble
with Mr. Freschetti or any of his associates, I want you to tell
me about it immediately. That, too, is part of the program,
remember. Harassment of any kind will not be tolerated." 

"Yes'm," I agreed dutifully, turning to go, hoping it wouldn't
come up. 

"You're doing well, Mr. Walker. Keep it up," she called after me.


Keep it up? I couldn't manage to keep it down! "Yes'm," I
answered, hurrying away, wondering what lunch time at her office
would bring.

I found out shortly after knocking on her office door and being
invited in, closing it behind me at her request. She was in
"severe" mode, by the looks of it. Her starched blouse barely
bent over her small breasts. 

She studied me, from head to toe, and I felt a blush rising. As
usual, I had a hardon, though not one of the hardest. 

She drummed her fingers on her big, polished desk. "I have a
problem, Mr. Walker." 

"Yes'm?" 

"You have not been truthful with me," she went on. 

I prickled with sweat at the accusation. Lying was a clause in
the school honor code that had stiff penalties. 

"I know that this morning was not the first encounter you have
had with Mr. Freschetti. Miss Gallison reported an incident
outside the lunchroom between the two of you yesterday." 

"It wasn't anything," I argued. 

"He threatened you," Miss Mitchell answered bluntly. "Then, again
this morning, he was threatening you. Wasn't he, Mr. Walker?" 

I hung my head. "Yes'm," I admitted miserably. "But...."

"You lied to me, didn't you, Mr. Walker?" 

"Yes'm." I nodded. 

Her fingers drummed on the desktop. "I understand your motives,
Mr. Walker. I was young once, too, you know. I know what peer
pressure can be like. You were afraid of retaliation, of
ostracism if you tattled on him, weren't you?" 

"Yes'm." What could I say? Freschetti or someone of his gang,
most of them football jocks, would have pounded me if I'd ratted
him out. To say nothing of how the rest of the school would have
reacted to having our best halfback benched. 

"Never-the-less, that does not mitigate your violation of the
Honor Code, Mr. Walker." 

"No'm," I agreed, waiting for the ax to fall. 

"You present me with a difficult choice, Mr. Walker. Normally,
that would be cause for immediate, summary suspension, would it
not?" 

"Yes'm." 

"But that would interrupt your academics, and disrupt the program
you are currently engaged in as well," she pointed out "I would
regret that happening, and we'd have to start all over again next
week, as well." 

I thought of another week of nudity and shivered. I mean, yeah, I
was getting kind of used to it, but still, it wasn't something I
was anxious to carry on any longer than I had to. 

"So, I want to propose an alternative." 

I perked up. "Yes'm?" 

"Corporal punishment." 

"Corporal punishment?" 

"A spanking, Mr. Walker." 

"A ... spanking?" My voice cracked. 

"A spanking." She was silent a moment. "It's your choice," she
added. 

I gulped, weighing the alternatives. I could endure another week
of walking the halls and taking classes naked, or get my butt
tanned by Miss Mitchell. I am not big on pain. On the other hand,
something about a spanking - I felt my dick stiffen at the though
of bending over Miss Mitchell's lap, of her hand smacking my bare
ass. 

Besides, it would only hurt for a few minutes. 

"Uh, I guess the spanking," I answered reluctantly. 

Was there a twinkle in her eye? A flush on her cheek? "As you
wish, Mr. Walker." Opening a drawer on her desk, she pulled out a
ping pong paddle! "This way, please," she ordered, rounding her
desk and heading for the door. 

Then I remembered. Paddlings were given in public!

Numb, I followed her out the door, into the halls crowded with
students heading away from the lunchroom. At her order, I bent
over, resting my hands on my knees. I didn't need to look. I
could sense the crowd gathering. 

"Mr. Walker lied to a faculty member," Miss Mitchell announced
clearly. "The penalty he has chosen is corporal punishment, six
strokes with the paddle." 

The first one landed on the right cheek of my ass and I almost
fell on my face as my butt burst into flame. Already it had been
warmed by the girls that morning, and now it was getting
blistered! 

Clenching my teeth, I squeezed my eyes shut in an effort to keep
the tears from coming. The next swat hit my left cheek. The rest
followed quickly, alternating, three on each side of my butt. 

I was gasping. 

My tail was burning. 

I was horny as a goat! 

I straightened up, trying not to rub my blazing backside,
blinking back tears. "Thank you, Miss Mitchell." 

"On  your way, Mr. Walker." 

My rigid cock leading the way, I almost ran to gym class, barely
pausing in the girl's locker room to shed my shoes and socks. The
girls were flooding in. Some of them having just witnessed my
punishment, giggled and pointed at my butt, which felt like it
had been set on fire. 

We were directed to the pool, and I looked forward to cooling my
tail in the water, but first I needed to take care of something
else. I asked Coach for time for relief. "Stephanie, will you 
help me, please?" 

She blinked, and her plump cheeks pinked up, but she stepped
forward even as some of the more svelte girls rolled their eyes
and looked at each other. 

"Are you sure you want me?" she asked softly. 

I nodded. "Positive. Just wrap your hand around it, and pump." 

She did, and worked it like it like a lever, instead of stroking
it. 

"No, this way," I explained to the titters of the other girls,
and some guffaws from the boys. Putting my hand on hers, I showed
her how to stroke my hardon. 

"It's hot, and hard," she whispered, catching on quickly, my
juices surging. 

"Can I - touch your breast?" I asked. She was wearing the usual
tank suit, nylon or something, thin as onion skin, molded to her
- uh - robust curves. 

"Uh - I guess so, if you want to." 

"I really do!" I assured her, brushing my fingers over her tit,
her nipple stiffening sharply from the light touch. Then I curled
my hand around her lush, warm breast, feeling its weight, its
warmth, its softness. 

"Ahhh, don't stop," I pleaded as my groin went into joyous
convulsions, hot spurts of cum jetting to spatter on her thigh
and the pool deck. "Oh, that is sooo goooood," I assured her as
my spurtings declined to a last few pulsations. "Thank you!" 

Stephanie giggled, wiping her hand on her thigh as she did.
"Sticky," she observed, embarrassed. 

"It's all right," I assured her. "It washes right off." 

Coach blew his whistle. "All right, show and tell is over.
Everyone into the pool for some water polo." 

Before she could move away, I took Stephanie's still sticky hand,
led her to the edge of the pool, and dragged her in with me. We
hit the water with a whoop and splashed each other gleefully as
the cool water sluiced away my semen, and soothed my still
burning ass. 

She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you!" she whispered, her
body soft and warm against mine as we treaded water. "That felt
good, when you touched me!" 

"It was my pleasure," I assured her, meaning every word of it. We
laughed together. 

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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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