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St: NiS: Bedford Academy for Boys (tt, tf, sex, NiS)
Summary: The Naked in School (NiS) Program suddenly comes to the Bedford
Academy for Boys with some interesting results.


The following story is fiction.  For a change there is not any spanking
although there is sex both gay and straight between teen.  If such a
subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child)
please leave now.

I have set my story in the NIS universe which is described in detail at
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/NIS/www/ and may be used by any writer.  The Program defined
in this universe is a federal program where selected students are
required to be naked in school.  The rules by which some students are
naked, may be touched and get 'relief' are all explicitly discussed.

I have also set this in Bedford Academy -- a boys school -- which is not
usual.  I have also managed to introduce a woman and several young
ladies into this environment.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.


NiS: Bedford Academy for Boys
By
Y. Lee Coyote



Preamble

Bedford Academy had been a private boys prep school for more than a
century.  It was supported by the Bedford Trust.  Well, it had been
until the previous week when the trustees turned out to not to have been
trustworthy.  The trust was in the red and the school was in hock up to
the eaves and the roof leaked.  They did not have the funds to even make
a closed sign for the door.

The city had its own problems.  They had built a wonderful new school
just a year earlier.  It had been cleverly placed right on the dividing
line of the east and west precincts so that it would be accessible
fairly.  Everyone had been pleased since it had twice the number of
classrooms as the old school plus lots of extra like labs and a pool.
Overcrowding was just a nightmare of the past.

Until.

Until the earthquake!

The new school was now equally in the east and the west precincts just
like the new canyon caused by the earthquake.  Fortunately, the quake
occurred on a Sunday morning and no one was injured.  After a two day
recess, everyone was back in the old, but sturdy, bursting at the seams
school.

The students at Bedford Academy needed to be absorbed into the city
system immediately.  There was but one way and that was to continue to
operate Bedford in its own building.  Everyone seemed happy -- the
students were being educated (the top priority) and the staff was being
paid.  For a change a rational decision had been made by all concerned
-- to finish out the school year and then work out the pesky details.

Everyone that is but the federal inspectors.  Now since Bedford Academy
was getting city education funds and the city was getting state
education funds and the state was getting federal education funds so The
Law required that _The Program_ be activated or moneys returned.  They
had two weeks to commence with the program.  Making Bedford co-ed could
wait until the next school year to prevent disrupting the education
process.

Some orders were given and misconstrued.  The entire staff and faculty
received "The Student Guide to The Naked in School Program" issued by
The Federal Office of Social Awareness just two days later.  Reaction
was far from mixed and can be summed up as "Huh?"  Some more perceptive
(i.e., developed) students asked hopefully: "Will they import some naked
babes for us?"  The faculty did not have any more intellectual comments.

One savvy sophomore realized something that no one else had but which
took only four periods to spread to the entire student body.  The result
was that everyone volunteered for the first week of the program.  What
he realized was: <<Next year we'll be co-ed and you can't be drafted if
you been through _The Program_.>>

The principal was happy not to have to draft any students and this would
get it over within just a week.  Discipline problems should be
nonexistent with everyone nude.


Monday 

On Monday morning things seem to start just like any other morning.  The
boys came to school, went to their lockers to hang up their coats.  Then
it changed -- there was a bit more noise than usual as cries of "nudie
week" rang through the hall along with a few wolf whistles.  The
standard introductory assembly for The Program seemed a bit redundant
since only the faculty was dressed.  The boys had all seen each other
changing and showering in gym so what the fuck was the big deal.

Principal Tibbetts dismissed the assembly early correctly figuring that
the boys would need to interact as nudists before their first classes.
There did not seem to be much staring except for the youngest who were
admiring the far more developed bodies of the oldest as they had done
since prehistory days.  Probably a bit more, well, a lot more ass
grabbing than usual.  At the principal's order, the janitor had labeled
all the student facilities "Unisex" as that was the only way there would
be adequate facilities.

Principal Tibbetts had been a bit concerned about Ms. Ridout who was not
yet thirty and quite attractive.  She was smiling broadly.  When
questioned she explained that she could now gawk at the boys like they
had at her and some were definitely worth the look although certainly
off limits for anything else.

The coach had an unexcepted problem.  The boys were too naked.  Unlike
the ancient Greeks, the school regulations required protective gear.  It
was real easy to see who had forgotten his jock strap.  No jumping jacks
for those guys; they did extras such as sit ups, pushups and crunches
and each got a demerit for forgetting their uniforms.

As art teacher, Ms. Ridout, took advantage of having a nude student
available to pose in the upper class session.  They drew lots to select
the model.  Mr. Cory Ficks decided to be a warrior.  He held the faux
sword and placed a foot on a box as if it was the corpse of his slain,
vanquished enemy.  As he was a gymnast he had a body with rippling
muscles to look the part just like an ancient kouros.  As the class
drew, he watched the most attractive Ms. Ridout with the reactions
expected of healthy, red-blooded eighteen year old heterosexual male.
The second sword was quite impressive for both the young artists-to-be
and the instructor.  Shortly before the bell, Ms. Ridout made her usual
announcement about stopping and telling the model to dress.  "Oops," she
corrected herself, "you are dressed."  As the students left, she had
most unprofessional thoughts about how to give relief to the young stud
but she knew that he would have to find a way to deal with it in his
next class.

The senior class was followed by a freshman class two of whom noticed
and were dutifully impressed by Cory Ficks' physique.  "WOW!" they
exclaimed.

"That's the biggest one I ever saw." said one.

"May I touch it, sir?"  Cory was surprised.  He stopped but did not
answer.

"You have to; it's a reasonable request.  Give the kid a thrill,  Cory."
said his buddy.

"OK, kid."  The youngster did really appreciate the appellation but that
did not stop him and his classmate from reaching out and grasping the
hard organ.

"WOW!" they said.  "Thanks." as they entered the art classroom wondering
if they would get that big.

The older students went on to their next classes.  Cory and several
others continued on to biology class.

Mr. Abbott actually discussed _The Program_ and how it was suppose to
work.  There was, as everyone quickly agreed, a major short coming in a
school with students of only one gender.  Part of The Program was not
only to get comfortable with ones own body but with those that were
different.  One hand was quickly raised.

"Sir, perhaps you could borrow a girl from Central High.  They got lots
of them."  The class laughed and applauded.

"That an interesting idea, Mr. Lantz, but it could be very stressful for
the young lady.  She would be the object of attention for 160 curious,
young horny men."

"Get several." yelled a voice from the back.

"Unfortunately, we'll have to make do without such a live model and keep
to the usual textbook illustrations, gentlemen.  I do hope that you have
noticed how you are quite different you are from each other in detail
although the same in the gross sense.  Surprisingly the class got this
pun and groaned.  The average erect size is about 15 cm even though from
porno ads one would think that 25 cm was small.  The mere fact that you
are here proves that -- otherwise your father could not have impregnated
your mother.  I suggest that you take this opportunity to compare
circumcised and uncircumcised penises.  Just remember to ask *before*
touching rather than grabbing and certainly expect to return the favor.
One of the rules of _The Program_ is that anyone in the program may get
relief from the sexual tension.  Does anyone need such relief?"

"You mean jerk-off, er, masturbate, sir?"

"That's just one possibility.  You could assist each other."  Signals
for quiet.  "I'm sure you have noticed that you are up and down
throughout the day and night.  You've probably been up more than usual
today."  Many in the class nodded in agreement.  "What is turning you on
varies a lot.  Anyone who would like relief and is willing to talk about
why he needs it now please come forward?"

Cory Ficks and Zane Gunderman volunteered and came to the front.  Cory
explained that he was just in Ms. Ridout's art class where he had been
the model.  "I was a victorious warrior of old who had killed many and
was feeling strong, powerful and virile.  I killed her man and she was,
by right of conquest, mine to take.  I'm still seeing her nubile body in
my mind -- perfectly proportioned.  I'm sure that she was looking back
at me thinking that would be great."  He sighed.  "But just a fantasy."
giving his hard shaft a caress.

"I'm sure that many others have had similar thoughts.  She is most
attractive woman.  But it would be improper for a student and teacher to
get that close.  Since you're over the age of consent it would not be
unlawful but the board might not renew her contract.  And what is your
story, Mr. Gunderman.

"I'm afraid that my thoughts are very different and probably just as
un-achievable.  I want *HIM*!"  He was pointing at Cory.  It was not a
real surprise for Zane was a leader of the gay student association.  "I
want to feel those strong and powerful gymnastic muscles that let him
seem to float in the air arms outstretched holding the rings.  Or fly
about the high bar.  He has lots of hard muscles in great proportion to
admire.  Yes, we could both be warriors who met in the forest and fought
man-to-man; one-on-one working up a real sweat for a while.  Then he
pins me.  Fairly but not so much because he's stronger and more powerful
but a better fighter and I yield honorably acknowledging his greater
skill.  But he has won and I'm his.  We're no long fighting but I admire
his body; his muscles, his hard sword as we caress.  I'm not the soft
female he is use to but another toned male but it's still erotic for
him.  He turns me over and takes me."  He pauses a bit and finishes.
"But, alas, Cory is straight and it won't happen.  Just like him, I can
fantasize."  Cory is silent at the revelation but he still as hard as
when he was telling his thoughts and smiling.  Zane steped over to him.
"Would it be a reasonable request to caress those magnificent hard
muscles, Cory?"  Cory nodded and Zane started caressing his shoulders.
"Thanks, we'll go only as far as you want, STUD." he whispered so no one
else could hear.  Zane continued to caress Cory but neither like a girl
nor a masseur.  He is admiring the muscles and gradually moves over many
areas.  After doing Cory's chest with his hands, he started with his
lips concentrating on the nipples and even his tongue.  Cory is suddenly
aware of new feelings; pleasant and erotic feelings.  By now Zane's
hands are roving far and wide but centering on the great muscles of his
butt and then gradually coming closer to the rigid and potent pole in
the front.

Cory is facing a dilemma -- he is very turned on but by a guy and in
front of his classmates yet it feels so fantastic that he cannot put a
stop to it.  He knows that Zane will continue unless he stops him,
putting him into a highly conflicted state.  If only he was with a girl
all would be right but it feels far too wonderful to stop.  Then the
hand on his cock is replaced by a hot mouth.  Girls rarely have done
that and it is quickly evident this mouth is talented.  He lets his
hands hold the head in place.  He does try to stop things nor even to
control them thus giving constant consent.  Gradually, he realizes that
he is close but never quite there.  Zane is doing amazing things to him
and he does not want him to stop.

Then it stops.  Zane is hugging him and whispers once again: "Fuck me,
stud.  Show me what a stud you are.  I've got a nice tight hot hole
itching for you plow it."  He pauses a bit then continues.  "You'll like
the way my ass feels.  Nice and hard like yours.  But you may drive your
spike in, stud."

All this got to be too much for Cory.  He acted.  He acted like a tiger
pouncing on a stag.  He takes control and flips the most willing Zane
over the table.  Someone yelled: "CATCH!" and tossed something.
Reflexively, he catches it and immediately realizes what it is.  The
tube is already open.  He squeezes out a mess of lube and smears it on
his cock and the target butthole.  Then for the very first time he
presses forward into another male.  Not a pussyboy but another like
himself with a hard athletic body.  The hole does not yield like a pussy
does but it yields.  It's hot and tight just as promised.  He thrusts in
all the way over and over.  He's too worked up to hold off.  He bends
over to have close contact grabbing Zane's shoulders from the front.
"You're mine." he growls in an ear as he explodes.  All could also
deduce that Zane had shot also from the mess he made.

All are quiet for a while.  Zane breaks the silence.  "Thanks, stud.  I
hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Yeah, it was great.  I wouldn't have believed that it would be."

The teacher asks the two students what they thought and felt.

"Well, sir, it was my fantasy and it came through wonderfully."
explained Zane.

Cory was not sure.  "Well, it certainly felt great.  At the beginning I
was thinking of her but slowly I switched to thinking about him.  So
very different from doing it with a girl; not what I fantasize about at
all but still terrific."  He turns to his classmate.  "Thanks, it was
fun."

"Well, class, I trust that you see how we can explore new places."


Tuesday Morning

Jose Fernandez was an obnoxious asshole who did not like anyone who was
not like him.  That applied especially to fags.  No one could really
imagine him having a girl friend much less a girlfriend.  He was
particularly horny this day so at lunch time he approached Zane and
growled: "I want that pussy ass of yours.  Bend over and spread them and
I'll ram my hot manrod in, fagboy."

Zane was not impressed by such a demand and answered appropriately with:
"You can kiss my ass but keep your paws off and your prick out."

Obviously, Jose was not happy with this.  "It a reasonable request and
you have to comply."

"Actually it isn't; have someone read _The Program_ rules to you."

"You got fucked on Monday in class, fag.  I want the same."

"I wanted Cory.  I don't want you.  Fuck off."

"Let me feel your balls."

"Only if I can feel yours at the same time."  Cory easily saw the simple
trap.

"I don't want no fag playing with my balls."

"Then you did not make a reasonable request.  Fuck off."

Unfortunately, he did not go away.  Finally, Cory got an idea.  "OK,
I'll wrestle you and 'winner wins loser's ass'."

Jose had no doubt that he could whip any fag but he did not know Cory
very well.  "You're on, fag.  When and where?"

"After the last bell in the gym; the wrestling club coach can be the
ref."  There were lots of witness to the deal but Cory repeated it.
"Winner fucks loser."  He put out his hand and Jose shook it.


Tuesday Lunch at Central High

Chuck, the captain of JV basketball team had called the team together.
"Men, yesterday I met a couple of the guys from the Bedford team and we
got a problem.  The Bradford guys are in _The Program_."  The immediate
reaction was a great big 'so what' for a various guys had gotten caught
and had to play with just protective gear.  "No, I was not clear -- the
entire school -- all 160 of them -- are in the program.  We are going to
be in a 'shirt vs. skins' game.  We'll look stupid.  It will be like
being dressed in a nudist camp.  They're going to be in black jocks with
red grease paint numbers -- their school colors.  They will be able to
move more easily and thus have an advantage."  This got their attention.
They decided on red jocks and green paint for their uniforms.



Tuesday Afternoon

There was quite a crowd in the gym when they got there.  The coach was
not happy with the idea but it was allowed by _The Program_ and better
than a brawl outside in the streets.  The rules were reviewed, shoes and
socks removed and ear guards strapped on.  Jose had thought that
wrestling was just a matter of strength.  Cory had wrestled before and
continued to do so with a gay club twice a month but not in school for
it was not cool to get a hard on the mat and he did that every time.

They faced off and it took Cory only seconds to get a takedown.  He was
going for a quick pin but Jose slipped to the boundary and they had to
restart.  "You were just lucky that time, fag." he snarled.  But the
same thing happened the second time.  Cory decided that he needed to
lull Jose and let him get a reversal the next time.

The practiced eyes of the wrestlers could tell how unevenly the two were
matched already.  They knew that it was just a matter of how Cory was
going to pin Jose for it was like a cat playing with a mouse.  Cory went
for him again and did not give Jose a chance.  He took him down and
pinned him before the first round was over.  The coach blew his whistle
and declared Cory the winner.  Jose started to bolt.

Cory was not taken by surprise and quickly brought him down again.   He
got him prone and in a full Nelson.  His hard cock was pressed against
Jose's butt crack.  Cory increased the pressure but Jose struggled and
snarled:  "I'm not letting a fag fuck me."

"Yes, you are and I'll do it dry unless you ask me really nicely to use
some lube, asshole.  You lost and you're going to pay up here and now.
I don't think these guys will let you welsh."  Jose looked around and
saw that they were ringed in by the crowd anxiously waiting for him to
lose his cherry.  "You bet.  You lost.  And now your sorry ass is mine,
boy.  All mine to fuck!"

Jose could not believe how Cory was controlling him.  Every time he
tried to get lose, the pressure was increased and the pain intensified.
He was beaten.  "Use lube." he whispered.

Cory was mad.  "I don't think anyone heard you, boy."  So Jose repeated
the two words.  "Guys, was that a nice request?"  The crowd laughed.
"One more chance, boy.  Be sure you ask me real nicely and politely to
use lube to fuck you.  And loud enough that everyone hears you."  Cory
increased the pressure and humped the loser's ass to impress Jose with
the reality of losing.

Jose finally realized what he had to do for he had plenty of experience
being a bully.  "Please ... fuck me ... with lube and not dry ... Cory."

Before he let go, Cory said: "If anyone has to help me, they get to fuck
you too.  �Entienda, muchacho?"  Jose nodded and just lay there and
waited.  Cory's buddy handed him a condom and some lube.  He rolled it
on and then smeared some lube on Jose's fuck hole and even played with
it a while until he could get three fingers in.  Then he turned Jose
over and lifted his legs to his shoulders.  "I want to watch your face
as I fuck you, pussyboy.  Someone else probably has gotten your cherry."
He pushed forward into the crushed Jose and slowly fucked him with long
deep strokes.  He could see the shame and the tears.

Jose had other reactions and he was hard from the way Cory's cock was
pounding his prostate.  This was not a sensation he was use too nor one
he could resist.  He also came -- sending his own load over his chest
and even on his face.  When Cory saw that he exploded also.

"Beat it" he ordered when he pulled out.  Jose couldn't get out fast
enough.  He found that his buddies had already split and the crowd was
smiling.

The wrestlers invited Cory to join the team but he declined although he
did practice with them sometimes.


Wednesday

The week was progressing and the Principal was quite pleased.  Things
were going well; actually far better than he expected.  The freshmen
were generally being well tolerated by the seniors looking at mature
bodies to learn what would happen to them.  There were a few minor
incidents of some guys claiming to be looked at excessively but that
seemed to be the worse of it.

The initial shock of everyone being naked had passed.  It really was not
much different than in the locker room.  Who every had thought to get
this stupidity over this way was just brilliant.  Of course, there were
still a lot of boners showing for that is the often the state of
adolescent boys.  Boys who chose an all boys school are somewhat less
likely to be homophobic.  Many of the students were openly out and most
of the others just did not care that they were.

Math team complections are very different from other team sports.  The
five team members of each team work individually and meet with two other
teams.  The only people showing up are the teams with most individuals
hoping that they will actually complete.  Bedford Academy met with
Central and the next district's, Union, high schools.  Another
difference is that the teams are co-ed.  Because of the crowding at
Central, they were meeting at Bedford.  No one thought to warn the
visiting teams about the extensive number of participants in _The
Program_ at the venue.

About a third of the thirty visitors were girls.  Frederic, a boy from
Central, and Zoe, a girl from Union, were currently in the program.
Frederic was not really concerned.  His teammates had all seen him naked
and Bedford was just boys but Zoe was concerned because of that very
same fact.  She also realized that except for the few guys from Central,
all the guys would have to comply with her reasonable requests in
return.

When the teams met, it was the girls that were most happy.  There were
lots of naked guys to play with and they went for it.  The side effect
was that all of the guys were distracted and could not check out Zoe.
The coaches were not sure what to do.  It was not a situation that
occurred for normally the meeting teams were unigender and did mingle so
closely.  They just let it happen for a while.  When they called for
order to get the meet going, several of the boys asked for relief.
Again, a rare situation since most classes only had one participant in
_The Program_.  

The girls held a conference and decided that it would nice -- and fun --
to provide such a service.  So there were ten young ladies
simultaneously jacking off ten young gentlemen before the meet.  A
couple of the guys, noticing the reluctance of a couple participants
also helped out.  Soon the match was completed.  It was most memorable
except for the scores.

And then there was Ms. X.  She was at the end of the Union team roster.
Normally, the noncompetitors practice by working on the official
problems during the meet but Ms. X found another activity of more
interest.  She had gone to the unisex lavatory for her own needs and
then decided to 'assist' the lads of Bedford in their discharge of
theirs.  Holding the hoses to aim them frequently caused a hardening
which put a 'kink' in the fluid path.  She felt guilty about that but
quickly determined that pneumatic action on the obstructed tube would
solve the problem.  When the obstruction was removed the original
draining task could be accomplished.  At least a score of Bedford boys
availed themselves of her services.  It was reported, but not confirmed,
that she had been heard to say: "So many boys; so little time."  The
young gentlemen wished that they could date her but she refused to give
any contact information.


Thursday

The day was quiet as the guys were most use to the nudity.  It was not
really a novelty much and certainly did not have any shock value.  Some
of the more adventurous were talking about going out in public.  It was
well known that others had and could be a blast.

Soon after the last bell, the Central basketball team and their admirers
and friends also arrived.  While the coaches and officials were talking,
the teams changed into their uniforms.  It took a while to paint the
numbers on but soon it was done.  Because Bedford was so much smaller
than Central, a fighting rivalry did not exist.  Meanwhile the visitors'
supporters had noticed that the home team stands were filled with naked
boys.  For the less observant, the announcements explained this right
after the welcome message.  The complementary uniforms surprised
everyone and it was explained that the Central team had decided that
this was the fair way to play.

The fans got to see a bit more than usual of the two teams but not that
much more because of the jock straps.  The Bradford boys noticed that
many of the Central rooters were not paying attention to the game but to
them.  At halftime many of the Bradford boys tried to engage the
visiting girls in conversation and offer quick tours of the Academy.
Because the girls were frequently with parents as they were related to
visiting team members only a few offers were successful although those
tours tended to be studies in human male anatomy. 


Friday

Principal Tibbetts was happy that Friday had come.  Problems had been
absolutely minimal and there had been only a few absentees the entire
week.  He decided that the following Tuesday would be a makeup day for
those who were sick.  That would enable him to credit everyone with
completion of the program with one exception -- Jose Fernandez.

Jose had missed three days for he did not return to school after he lost
the match and had to pay with his butt.

The Gay Club attendance soared.  It certainly did not hurt that the
group leader, Zane, had two very public sexual encounters.  He had shown
that gays were not just lisping, limp-wristed hair dressers but were
also strong male types both in top and bottom positions.  Many wanted to
learn more although they were certain that they were straight and others
were much more comfortable with their sexuality.  The most important
point Zane made that day was that everyone is a mixture of gay and
straight -- i.e., bi -- to some degree.


Second Tuesday

Most of the guys stripped just like they had the previous week in
sympathy for the five that need the makeup day.  The few that did not
were quickly encouraged by their classmates to do so.  Perhaps a bit
forcefully in a few cases.

Principal Tibbetts ordered that everyone be record as having completed
_The Program_ except Jose.  He was most relieved that this nonsense was
over -- at least for this year except for a few visitors from other
school.  He was confident that _his_ boys would behave properly having
been through _The Program_.

Jose had also been found by the Truant Officer and returned to school.
He had bolted because he felt ashamed at having been fucked.  It turned
out that was the least of the reasons that his friends rejected him.
The first was that he tried to welsh on his bet rather than accept his
loss like a man and pay up.  Second, he lost to a known fag who was a
bit smaller and who he should have beaten easily.  Third, of course, was
to come while getting fucked proving (at least to them) that he was a
queer.


Second Thursday

"You all heard the bell, class.  I graded your essays about how you felt
about _The Program_ last week.  Some of them were very interesting.  I
would like some of you to read them aloud.  Mr. Silverton if you
please." said Mr. Lewey to his junior English class.

Jeramy stayed still until his classmate and friend gave him a push:
"It's good, Jeramy.  I saw it before you handed it in."

Somewhat slowly Jeramy went to the front and took the paper from the
teacher.  He cleared his throat and began.

	I was petrified when I heard that _The Program_ was coming to
Bedford and that everyone was going to join in.  Not since my accident
have I been in a locker room with the other guys.  I haven't seen them
nor been seen naked except by the doctors et al.  Now I'm thrilled that
it happened.  I'll even consider volunteering next year when either BA
is co-ed or I'm in Central.

	It was a great revelation Monday morning when everyone, everyone
but me, stripped in the hall.  It just like a big locker room for them,
I thought although it's a revelation for me.  Sure I knew that some guys
had great bodies (like I see on TV all the time) and other didn't.  But
to see them in the flesh was different.  Chem lab is very different from
the lecture.  Lots of the guys had great bods with lots of muscles but
there were also skinny ones like bean poles and those that made me think
of Alfred Hitchcock as skinny.

	But it was the groins that taught me the most.  Somehow, I
believed that puberty happened before ten and that if it didn't happen
until twelve you were retarded in development.  That idea was destroyed
when I saw the freshmen.  Half of them did not have pubes and neither
did a lot of the sophomores.  Boy, did that make me feel better since I
did not get them until I was fifteen.

	It took two periods before I listened to my dear friends 

"Thanks Ralph and Kevin for pushing me."

and took off my shirt.  Their first reaction really made me feel good.
"You got a great chest and big biceps.  Show them off.  A lot of guys
work very hard to look like you do."  It really got to me at the next
class change when I saw the reactions in the hall.  I even heard some
nice comments that proved that my buds were on the level.  I saw myself
differently than before and it was only lunch time.

	_The Program_ was working for me.

	More important was that Ralph and Kevin were working on me also.
As we headed down to hall to our next class, with every dick flapping in
breeze or standing tall they told me in no uncertain terms: "You got to
lose the pants, Jeramy.  You look like a freak in them.  You ain't got
more to hide than the rest of us.  And if you do, then everyone will
drool with jealousy."  Even I laughed at that.

	"But I do have something to hide." I protested.

	It was their turn to laugh.  "Everyone knows that you have to
wear diapers because of the accident.  You been here two and half years
and it hasn't been a secret for thirty months.  Nobody makes fun of
you."  They had said it out loud and no one reacted.  They were right.
How could I have thought that no one knew that secret; my secret?  That
was just simply dumb of me.  I did not pay much attention in that class
but I asked them to help me shed my pants by the next one.

	The next big step was just mine.  To remove the diaper or not.
Well, that was not a really practical question.  I needed it or I would
make a mess.  I figured out the compromise -- I opened the diaper so
that I was just sitting on it.  Although I cannot control those muscles,
I know when I'm peeing and figured that I could just bring it up to
catch the mess.

	I never felt so liberated as I did then.  Everyone was naked and
so was I.  I was not that different.  Sure I have limitation that keeps
me in this chair but others have their limitations also.

	The End

The class applauded.  "Are you going change anything now?" was the most
interesting question?

"Yes.  I'm going to speak with the coach to get into PE with the rest of
you.  It will be more fun then physical therapy."

Again the class applauded.  

"Thank you, Mr. Silverton."  Jeramy rolled his chair back to his place
as the next student was called on.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L. June 10, 2005
	

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