Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 21:20:07 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 12 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Chapter 12 has taken a while to post. It was actually written soon after chapter 11, but I had to stop and think about it following some of the emails from readers. Several people were upset about the direction the story was taking. So I listened to the comments and thought about the story. In the end I decided to continue with my original story line. It might be tough going for some of you, and if so, I'm sorry. Well, actually, I'm not sorry 'cos i think that's how life is. It's not plain sailing and happiness. Wish it was! David has some very hard times ahead and some difficult decisions to make. In this episode, the pigeons are just beginning to come home to roost. How will it all end? I can't tell you, not because I won't but because I don't know. As in, I haven't decided. Is this to be a triumph over adversity or a tragedy of smashed dreams? Okay, so that's a part of why I took so long with chapter 12. The other reason is that I took a couple of weeks to read The Da Vinci Code! So there. Love you all. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 12 The first full day of classes, and David was standing at the front of his new class for the year. They were the boys in the year younger than Mac's class. They were all in awe of him. David had observed this group during the previous year, and knew there was no real troublemaker in it like Mac and his cronies had been. This promised to be a much calmer year for him in the classroom! David could tell the boys had questions, but they remained unspoken at least for now. Perhaps they would emerge as they got to know him over the next few weeks. Meantime, David intended to get to know them as well as he could -- though perhaps not too well! His attempt to reach out to Mac, Delroy and Tom, while successful beyond his wildest dreams, had set him on a course that changed his life. His marriage seemed to be shot. He had no idea how to get his son back, or even if he should try. He was spending most of his time naked at home and in public. He'd even had sex in public -- not just in public but was well on his way to turning sex into performance art! He was beginning to sense that he was into submission and perhaps even pain! The thought gave his cock a sudden twinge of sensation and he felt the first stirring inside his pants. He turned around his desk to sit quickly down on his chair. He lost his train of thought. The boys were looking at him curiously. Quickly he finished describing the assignment and let them get busy while he allowed his cock to subside so he could walk around and provide whatever individual help was needed. When the lunch bell sounded and the kids burst out into the hall, a young boy entered shyly and held out a note to David. Written in the Headmaster's characteristic script, it read, "Mr. Jones, please drop by my office for a few minutes over the lunch hour. Robert." David sighed. It had to happen. He decided to go right away, no point putting it off. "Come in," called Mr. Anderson's deep voice to David's rap on the door. David walked in and stopped dead. There, sitting off to the side in the Headmaster's office, was Dalrymple! What on earth was he doing here? "Ah, David, do sit down." The Head indicated the chair in front of his desk. David sat. "You know Dalrymple, I believe?" "Er, yes." David's mind was racing. With sudden misgiving he remembered the threats of last night. It couldn't be that there was some malevolent revenge in store, could it? David's pulse started to race and he found it difficult to breath. "Are you alright, David?" asked the Headmaster with sudden concern, "you're awfully pale." "I ah, I'm well -- fine," David stuttered, "Yes I'm okay." "Yes, well if you're not feeling too good, this can wait `til another time." Relief flooded over David like a tidal wave, suddenly flushing his face red. The Head became even more concerned. David was thinking that anything that could wait until `another time' could not be criminal sexual assault charges, which David had convinced himself was what Dalrymple was going to initiate. "I'm sorry Headmaster, I don't know quite what came over me, perhaps the fact that I've skipped lunch?" "Oh good, this won't take long and you'll still have time to eat and keep that growing body of yours, er -- growing!" David nodded. "The thing is, young Dalrymple here has had a few spots of trouble in previous schools," that was quite an understatement! "and he's been chatting to me about his options here. He has managed to get himself in with the wrong crowd everywhere he goes, and has suffered because of that." `I bet he has,' thought David wryly, seeing a sudden close up picture of Dalrymple's skinny, snake-like cock slapping his face mercilessly. David touched his cheek and glanced sideways at the boy. Dalrymple's eye flashed merrily at him and the very faintest hint of a smirk played on his lips -- although nothing the Headmaster would notice. "Well, it occurred to me that as you have done such a good job with Macdonald and Co, that perhaps you could do something for Dalrymple!" The Headmaster beamed at him. "Oh, really? I don't know ^Å" David was appalled but could not immediately come up with an argument that would deflect this conversation from where is so obviously seemed to be heading. "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something!" The Headmaster assured him genially, "and furthermore, he can't swim!" David's eyes bugged out. He didn't actually believe that for a second, but the pieces started to fall into place. The boys had told Dalrymple about the swimming lessons, and that had provided enough for the sneaky little brat to find the lever to get him. All it needed now was for Minot to somehow figure in the action. "Dalrymple has also taken quite a shine to Minot, you know," the Headmaster blathered on seemingly quite unaware of the shattering effect his words were having on David. "So, what I thought was that both of them could join your Friday night swim group and we'll take it slowly from there and see where it gets us, eh?" He smiled broadly and leaned back in his chair. The Master Educator strikes again! David was infuriated with the Headmaster's "we" and "us" but what could he do? He nodded, barely trusting himself to speak, "Sure." The Headmaster nodded magnanimously as if he'd just done David the greatest possible favour, oblivious to the fact that he had in fact delivered him to his worst nightmare. "Now, Dalrymple, if you would excuse us for a moment, I need to have a word in private with Mr. Jones." "Yes sir," said the angelic Dalrymple, politely rising and leaving, shutting the door gently behind him. Just as the door was almost shut he directed a broad grinning wink to David! "Now David, I just want to apologize for what went on yesterday." David's eyes went wide; did the Head know everything? "Oh, no," David began, but the Head waved his words aside. "Yes yes, I or someone should have brought Martin to task for keeping you on the field while your kit was clearly about to completely fall apart! I am sorry you had to go through that. Most humiliating!" He paused regarding David with a doleful expression on his face. "But still, it was a magnificent goal!" He beamed again, apparently completely recovering from his millisecond of sadness. David nodded, feeling that he had quite transcended the bounds of earthly reality. "Oh, and er, David, one other thing," he drew an awkward breath and looked down at his hands fiddling with his pen on the desk, "there have been some rumours flying around the school," he looked up at David briefly, then down again "Not that I put any credence in them whatsoever. About you and the er, um and the soccer team in the showers." David blushed crimson. "Ah, I see you've heard them too. Well I'm sure it's all childish imagination -- the horny little bastards turned on by seeing you naked all over the soccer field, so we won't say any more about it. It'll die down. Least said, soonest mended, eh?" "Absolutely," said David tonelessly. "Um, Headmaster?" David queried. The Head actually looked up at him. "Yes, David?" "Well, as you say there are rumours all over the place. I seem to find myself in the situation of being naked in all kinds of circumstances." "Yes?" "Well, sir -- I'm confused," David stopped, not knowing how to continue. "I see," said the Head. "I have this sense that I'm being somehow manipulated -- you see these incidents seem to keep happening to me, it's very strange." "Oh! What, er `incidents'?" "These circumstances where I seem to end up being naked in public. It seems to happen all over the place." The Headmaster looked blankly at him. "Look, Headmaster, can I be completely honest with you?" "Well David, of course." "I find myself in all sorts of situations, not of my making, and if I just go along with them -- and given my nature, that's what I tend to do -- it gets me into all kinds of embarrassing positions. I don't think it's what I really want with my life." "No, I see." The Head looked expectantly towards David. David had the sinking feeling that he was going to get no help from this quarter. "Mr. Anderson, is there something that I should know about this school?" "Why, David, whatever do you mean?" The Head looked at him with puzzlement on his face. "I can't escape the thought that I have been brought here for some sexual reason -- am I making any sense?" "Um^×" "I have this sense that everyone else knows something that I don't!" There, he'd said it. "What? -- you are feeling that there is some kind of a -- a plot? And you think it's directed -- by whom exactly?" The Headmaster was kindly and understanding. "Oh, I don't know. When I say it out loud it sounds completely, well, crazy, I suppose." "Hmmm. You do seem to be under a lot of stress lately. And no one can deny you seem to find yourself naked all over the place. I don't know that there is a plot, but that doesn't mean there isn't one, does it?" David looked up at him hopefully, thinking maybe he'd finally found an ally. "Mr. Anderson, what those boys did to me last night -- " he paused wondering if it really was wise to open the can of worms. The Headmaster suddenly looked VERY concerned. "David, are you sure you want to tell me this? Remember who I am. If you tell me something that I cannot professionally ignore, I will be compelled to take action!" He glared sternly at David. "It might be better that I don't know!" David looked at his feet, then up into the Headmaster's face. What was he thinking? He realized with an awful finality that he was on his own. Of COURSE he could not tell the head. He must've been mad to think he could! "I'm sorry Headmaster, perhaps I need to go." "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, David, I'll have someone cover for you." David got up, then turned back to the Head, "Sir, um can I ask you one more question?" "Of course, my dear boy, of course!" "The idea of Dalrymple and Minot joining my swim class, was it your idea or did Dalrymple suggest it?" "Why, David I know what stellar work you've been doing with those boys!" "Thanks, but did he put the idea in your mind?" "Well, let me see, perhaps he did mention it, but I don't think he actually asked to join. That idea was mine." "Ah, okay, that's helpful. Thank you, Headmaster." So David went home, having come as close as he was ever going to get to confessing and stopping the whole sequence of events that was swirling around him. Perhaps if he had things might have been different. But he didn't. The phone rang almost as soon as he shut the door behind him. David was a little scared to pick it up, fearing it could be Minot or Dalrymple turning the screws a little tighter. On the fourth ring, he snatched the receiver up, unable to bear the suspense. "Hello!" he almost yelled. "David," said a mild voice, "is this a bad time?" It was Reginald Bennett the house-parent of Mac's dormitory of last year. "Oh, hello Mr. Bennett, no not at all, what can I do for you?" "Well David there are all kinds of rumours running rampant around the school. I heard you'd been sent home. I thought perhaps you would like to talk -- I apologize for not getting back to you over the summer, time just got away on me." "Oh, Reg, I don't know. I'm having trouble getting my thoughts together right now --" "Don't worry about that. How about you make a couple of sandwiches for lunch and put on the kettle, I'll be down by the time tea is made." "Reg --" "Won't take no for an answer! You need this chat. See you shortly!" He hung up before David could utter another word. Reluctantly, David began to get lunch ready. One thing, it did take his mind off his woes, chief of which was what Mac, Tom and Delroy were thinking about him. They had witnessed his utter degradation and humiliation at the hands of a bully and his scrawny henchman. They saw that he was unable to stand up for himself to either Minot or even the diminutive Dalrymple. They had seen the way he had reveled and gloried in his subjugation and submission to rough sex. What did the expressions on their faces show? Was it fear, horror or contempt? They had not lifted a finger to help him, nor even uttered a word of protest. What did that mean? What were the lives of the three boys going to be like with those two in the dorm? What about the Friday night swim lessons now that the other two would be joining them? How could David even find a way to talk to his three boys without the others knowing? The kettle boiled and David made the tea. A few minutes later, Reginald's genteel tap sounded at the back door. They settled down at the old pine table in the kitchen, fussing with tea and milk and sugar -- Reginald did and David didn't. The sandwiches were quite good, and Reginald was duly appreciative. They munched in silence for a bit, then Reginald said, "David I wanted to come down and talk with you because I sense that you need someone to talk to, and I don't see anyone else around in whom you could confide with confidence. In the circumstances. Whatever you say to me will remain with me. That's a promise." "Thank you Reginald, I appreciate that, but --" "But you don't need to talk to me? Well David I disagree," he held up his hand to David's opened mouth, "let me tell you why." He held up his hands and counted on his fingers as he spoke, "First, I find you in the bed of young Tom having just been, er -- well, fucked," he looked defiantly at David and blushed crimson. David had the feeling that might have been the first time he had EVER uttered the word, "-- by him. Second, I see your picture in the paper naked in the High Street; Third, I see Mac running naked across Lord's Cricket Ground on TV; Fourth, I read a perfect description of you and Mac escaping from a police raid at a strip bar in Brighton following a live sex performance; Fifth, I watch your wonderfully original showing in the soccer match -- that quite coincidentally resulted in you being naked for much of the time; Maybe sixth -- though this is where the rumours start, you shower with the boy's soccer team instead of the other staff, and there are wild reports of an orgy in which every single one of them, ah --" "Fucked me," supplied David obligingly. "Thank you. Quite. The Seventh is conjecture on my part -- it is the newspaper report of an unsolved mysterious gay sexual orgy in a nearby car wash." Reginald Bennett sat back for a moment and studied David's face while he drank his tea and finished his sandwich. David couldn't think of anything to say -- if Reginald Bennett could add all these pieces together, then anyone who knew him could do the same. It must be only a matter of time before all this came spilling out into public knowledge. He shivered at the thought of reporters, questions, accusations, news reports, police, lawyers, judges. The sound of a jail cell door sliding shut with a resounding solid clang echoed in his head. Reginald dabbed his mouth fastidiously with his napkin. "Now, David, I may not know everything, but the things I do know are enough to make me think you are in deep trouble -- maybe it's of your own making, but trouble nevertheless. I am concerned about you, but also I'm concerned about the boys. A lot of people are going to be hurt in all this. Those boys will probably go to another kind of school entirely, and not a nice one. You will of course never teach again, and you will end up with a criminal record -- any kind of employment will be hard or impossible with the kind of record you will have. If you survive your jail sentence that is! Child molesters have a rough time in the penal system. This school is likely to experience a thorough purge to root out all those responsible for allowing some of these things to happen. In fact, it could be closed altogether!" The enormity of what Reginald Bennett was saying began to weigh on David. Why had he not seen these things himself? Was he so blinded by the power and seduction of his cock, that he was willing to throw all common sense out the window, and to risk everything - for himself as well as for others? The answer appeared to be: Yes! Sitting at his kitchen table, sandwich half-eaten, tea half-drunk, David buried his face in his hands and began to weep. Reginald Bennett picked up a tissue from a nearby box and pushed it into David's hand. He waited for the tears to subside somewhat before resuming. David dabbed his eyes and blew his nose. "I have just one question for you David. Based on your answer I will either stay and help you or I will go away and mind my own business and let events take whatever course they will." David looked up at him, eyes red and puffy; face all blotches of red, streaked with tears and snot. He looked a mess. Not the proud magnificent Sex King of just a few weeks ago! "Okay," he said. "The question is this David: Do you need and do you want my help?" "That's two questions," David pointed out with a crooked attempt at a grin, "but I'll answer both in one word: Yes!" As he said that, he felt an enormous weight lift from his shoulders. Just to acknowledge that he had a problem; just the knowledge that someone cared enough to reach out to help; gave him hope that all was not lost. Reginald nodded, as if he understood exactly what David was feeling at this moment. He waited. David took another tissue and made a good attempt at cleaning up his face. "Thank you." Reginald nodded but didn't speak. "Perhaps I should tell you the whole story?" And with that he launched into the whole tale of his adventures, of how it had started with an honest and sincere attempt to reach out to troubled boys; how he had become seduced into an endless round of sexual activity with them and eventually with others. He surprised Reginald with his adventures at the fetish clubs and the Naked Butler assignments. In short, David filled in all the gaps in what Reginald Bennett had surmised about David's activities. However, when he told Reginald about the mysterious photos that had arrived at David's house, about the mysterious photo flash in the Jungle and most of all about horrible hairy Johnson's rape of David, his presence at the strip pool bar incident and his secret photo lab in the turret, that was when Reginald's face took on a VERY thoughtful look indeed. Reginald asked David a number of questions throughout his narrative, mostly to clarify things. When he felt he had a reasonably good handle on things, he said, "Okay David, this is much less straightforward than I had expected. I thought I was dealing with a case of a young man falling into some kind of sex addiction. But although from your standpoint, that is part of it, I believe something else is going on here." David looked at him, his eyes going round. He had not mentioned to Reginald anything about his suspicions of a `plot' in all of this. "I have an inkling that you are somehow being manipulated. How, I don't know, and I certainly don't know why. But I think we should begin with the Who." David's sense of relief was transformed by Reginald's words almost into joy! In just one afternoon, this wise old man, far from condemning him had actually understood him and had put his finger precisely on the issue that most troubled and trapped him! "You described how you suspected something with Julia, and decided to wait and see what happened. Eventually you found out about the Fetish Club. So your instinct was vindicated by events?" David nodded, "Now, the trick from here on is going to be that we find out what is going on BEFORE events reveal themselves. I think that if we play the `wait and see' game, you will end up being very badly hurt!" Again David nodded. Exactly what he thought, though he had no idea what to do next. "I'm thinking we need to call in reinforcements!" announced Reginald Bennett. "Oh, are you sure that's wise?" asked David fearfully. "It's only unwise if you call in the wrong people," Reginald smiled at him. "I have one person to call, and I think you have one person you could call in also." David was mystified, "Who?" "Your reporter friend, what's his name again?" "Oh, er Simon, um Simon Denson." "Isn't he the reporter on the Herald?" "That's the one. "And you trust him?" Reginald raised his eyebrows. "I don't know, but Mac does. And he has feelings for Mac." "Yes. What about you? What about your feelings for Mac?" Tears welled up in David's eyes, "I think I'm in love with him." "Hmmm, that could be a problem." David glanced up into Reginald's eyes. "I mean between you and Simon for one, and also with Mac. How does he feel about you? He's only fifteen, remember, and teens are notoriously fickle -- they are, after all, still trying to find out who they are." Reginald suddenly smiled to himself. "What?" asked David, smiling and infected by Reginald. "I was just thinking that I actually wouldn't trust the emotional instincts of anyone under thirty! So my definition of those exploring their own identity would include you, David!" "I've always thought of myself as all grown up!" David retorted, somewhat offended to think he could be lumped into the same scale of immaturity as Mac. "I got married when I was eighteen, and we had the baby a couple of months later! I graduated last year and started teaching straightaway. I feel completely adult!" "Yes, I'm sure you do, David. However, you have to admit you are rather bursting out all over the place and trying almost every kind of sexual adventure that you possibly can!" "Things just seem to have overtaken me!" David complained, "I don't feel that I'm in control of them." "That's exactly my point, David," Reginald said gently, "events -- and let's not forget our hypothetical SOMEONE -- is controlling you. You have to figure out how to gain control of your own life and take it where YOU want to go!" Reginald paused and gave David an appraising look, "Let me ask you another question David." "Okay." "Sex." Reginald stated bluntly and rather tonelessly. David waited, but nothing further seemed to be forthcoming. "What about it?" For answer, Reginald just continued to look at him, but did not speak. "Well," said David surmising that Reginald just intended him to say whatever was on his mind about sex. It was a kind of verbal Rorschach test maybe. "You are right that I had almost no sexual experience before I got married. Alice was the only sexual partner I'd ever had, and she got pregnant right after our first time." Reginald Bennett reflected on the interesting fact that he had said none of those things, but that David had inferred them from what he did say. "I was attracted to boys as long as I could remember. But everyone seemed to expect that I'd get married and raise a family. Alice was someone I'd known since kindergarten, and we were friends -- so it just seemed to naturally happen." "Events controlling you again?" prompted Reginald. "Yeah, I guess so," David reflected. "Anyhow, once the baby was on the way, it all seemed kinda inevitable. I thought I was in love with Alice -- but I NEVER felt about her the way I do about Mac." David studied his hands, "I can honestly say, Reg, that my experience with Mac has made me see things I never knew existed. That time he kissed me on the lips while I was tied to the tree -- I never knew that men could kiss like that and that it would be so damn erotic and powerful! He was so virile and masculine and all I could think was that I want this man to own me body and soul!" "Unfortunately," observed Reginald, "in the eyes of the law this man is a boy, a child even, who is not equipped to make emotional decisions of this magnitude. Whereas you are the adult, who IS so equipped and who is furthermore in a position of trust and authority over the `child' such that YOU cannot make those decisions without unduly influencing HIS decisions!" Reginald stopped for breath, " A very tangled web, don't you think?" David sighed heavily, "Yeah, it is." He sounded despondent, hopeless. "Now David, cheer up! We have a long way to go and things are not as bad as they could have been. Above all, you have taken the first step! We need to think what the second step is." "You mentioned someone you could call in as reinforcements," David said. "Oh yes! It's a friend of mine who is a private detective. I'm sure he would have the ability to work out a plan that would help us figure out what's going on. Then your reporter friend might be motivated to get the right kind of breaking news story into the media that would avoid crucifying you!" David was enormously encouraged by this. If there was some nefarious plot going on, and he was the innocent victim, perhaps all was not lost after all! David almost giggled at the thought of himself -- the Naked Sex King, strip artiste, and lover of several school students, as a `victim,' or even as `innocent'! "So, when do we start?" asked David. "No time like the present!" exclaimed Reginald. "Let me call my detective friend, they you can call your reporter." The next hour was taken up with phone calls tracking down their quarries, followed by long conversation to explain some of the circumstances, but not going into too much detail. The outcome was a meeting of the group at the coming weekend at a hotel in Tunbridge Wells. It was considered inadvisable to do anything at David's house where who-knew-who could be watching. "In the meantime," suggested Reginald, "you need to do something about the three boys." "Like what?" "You need to talk to them, find out what they are feeling, and then get them on board with your plan." "How do I even get to talk to them without alerting Minot and Dalrymple?" "You can leave that to me," said Reginald, "just give me a time when they can come down here to see you." "Tonight -- say seven o'clock?" "Done." Promptly at seven o'clock that night, there was a rap on David's back door. He let the three boys in. They all trooped into the living room and sat in uncomfortable silence. "Anything to drink?" asked David awkwardly. All three elected a beer. David served them wondering if this was yet another nail in his coffin. But how could he have said `no'? They all sipped their beers from the bottles and said nothing. "Truth or Dare?" said David with a tortured smile on his face, trying to lighten the atmosphere. They didn't smile. "Truth!" snapped Mac tonelessly. "Tell me how you feel about me right now," asked David. "I feel let down, betrayed an' I FUCKIN' HATE YOU!" said Mac. "Okay, your turn." "Tell me why you did that -- shit with them?" "Because I got a problem Mac. I think I've become addicted to sex and I need help!" The three stared at him aghast. None of them expected that. "My turn," said Delroy forcefully. They all looked at him. "David, tell us how you feel about US." "I like you three very much. I think I love you all to some extent. I'm very confused. I think I am IN love with Mac." "My turn!" yelled Tom, then ploughed right ahead, "why'd you let the WHOLE SOCCER TEAM fuck your ass?" "Guys! All I could think of was that the hottest fucking guys in the school surrounded me; we were all naked and wet. We ALL had the hardest boners you could imagine! I couldn't think outside of my cock!" "I watched a sex program on TV in the holiday," mused Delroy. One guy said, `God gave man a brain and a penis, but not enough blood to use both at the same time.'" They all laughed. "I guess that about sums it up," said David ruefully. "This is all so new to me, I couldn't get enough, and when I get horny I just don't care what happens." "We noticed," smirked Mac. "But," said Tom, "we all agree that it's all our fault!" "What!" "Well, it was us who gave you all those first dares, remember? You didn't even want to get naked in front of us at first. We really forced you into that and then all the sex afterwards. If we hadn't done that, you'd probably still be okay!" "No, I'd be a `fucking uptight asshole, who you'd be surprised could still shit!'" David quoted Mac on that very first encounter of theirs. They all doubled over with laughter at that. "Okay," said Mac, "so it's all got a bit out of hand. Now whadda we do?" "First," David jumped in, "I want to apologize to the three of you, but especially to you Mac, for the scene in your dorm the other day." And so the four of them made up, and hugged each other. David kissed Mac and after a moment Mac kissed him back. Then David brought them up to speed on the latest developments and the embryonic plan of Reginald Bennett. "That sly old bugger!" breathed Mac. Having got the boys on board with the plan so far, David asked them to attend the Saturday meeting with Reginald and the two `reinforcements.' Then they spent a good part of the evening regaling one another on their summer exploits to fulfill their dares. Mac and David had the most publicity, but the other two had also got their streaks into their local press. They had all managed to seduce a clothes salesman, and they had all managed to spend the two days totally naked. Tom's story was the best. On August the 8th, he had simply got out of bed naked and not dressed for the next two days! His mother was aghast, having not seen her son naked for several years. "Whatever has come over you?" she demanded. But Tom simply said, "It's hot," and that was that. His younger brothers and sisters laughed at first, but eventually they either accepted it or got bored with it. He'd hung around the house, gone out into the garden, and answered the front doorbell -- all totally naked! When his friends came to call, he'd let them in -- they were equally amazed at his nakedness, but he just said he liked it that way, so after a bit they didn't question him any further. A couple of his friends joined him, since he seemed so relaxed about it, a turn of events that had Tom's mother nearly tearing her hair out. "Whatever will the neighbour's think?" she wailed. He played soccer in the back yard with some of his mates. He even went to the corner store in the late evening, when his mother asked him to get her cigarettes, hoping that would force him to get dressed. The local corner shop owner was stunned when a little naked teenager walked brazenly into his store to buy cigarettes. However, sell them he did, and he even came around the counter to hug Tom -- and fondle his bum while he was at it! His mother did not try to call his bluff again, and he was naked for the following twenty-four hours. When it was all over, Tom decided that he really liked being naked, so he stayed naked while he was at home for the rest of the summer. His friends got used to him being naked all the time, and even invited him to get naked when he was at their houses. Suddenly in Tom's area there was a rash of nakedness amongst the kids who knew Tom as well as all their brothers and sisters! No one could understand it. Tom did his naked streak at his local summer market fair -- and by then his friends were quite used to his nakedness, so he had no trouble with planning his streak and his escape. The picture in the paper was a good close up and he was clearly recognizable. He became a local celebrity. Delroy's tale of seduction in a clothes store was priceless. He'd gone to an army surplus store and the sales guy was all on his own. He was quite old, according to Delroy -- `over thirty anyway' -- and seemed disinterested at first. Delroy poked around. He eventually found one of those all-in-one suits like a flight suit or an amoured vehicle suit. He asked to try it on. There was no real change room, so he stripped to his white underwear in the corner, while the guy was at the front of the store. He didn't look back. Delroy got into the suit. He didn't zip up the front, and wandered down the aisle crowded with merchandize to find a mirror. The salesman looked at him and pointed to the mirror beside him. Delroy posed, and turned around. The guy noticed the suit hanging open at the front and the black glistening naked body with the tantalizing white underwear. "Wow!" he said. "You like it?" said Delroy innocently misunderstanding. "Huh? Oh, yeah, it looks good." "Is it too big? Maybe I should try that smaller one," and with that he shucked the flight suit, and stepped out of it, naked except for his underwear. "Oh!" said the guy. Delroy left the suit with the salesman and wandered leisurely back to get the other suit. Once back there he removed his underwear and put the smaller suit on. It fit him like a glove. "What do you think?" asked Delroy posing in the suit, twisting and turning. The front, still open, attracted the guy's attention like a magnet. He was straining to see the underwear and gradually became aware that it had gone! His hard-on became quite visible to Delroy. After posing for some minutes, he asked the salesman, "What do you think? This one or the other one," he nodded to the original suite beside the salesman. The salesman's eyes bugged out as he realized what he next step could be. "Hard to say," he said seriously, pretending to size up Delroy's appearance, "maybe I need to see this one back on?" In a flash Delroy dropped the small suit, revealing his body totally naked to the salesman. He staggered a bit as he caught his foot in the leg trying to get out of it. The salesman caught him by the shoulders, touching his body for the first time and feeling an electric shock run through him. His erection intensified and a wet patch began to appear on the front of his fatigue pants. "Oh, god," said the salesman, still holding him by the shoulders and looking down at Delroy's cock as it began its elevation. Delroy wrapped his arms around the salesman's waist and pulled himself in so that their bodies were touching the whole length of their fronts, his naked erection pressing against the trapped leaking cock of the sales man. "Thanks for catching me," Delroy breathed mere millimeters from the salesman's lips. "No problem," squeaked the salesman as his hands slipped down Delroy's sides and cupped his buttocks. The salesman was unaware exactly how his pants became undone. All he knew was that they suddenly dropped to the ground. And Delroy's hands were in turn cupping his bare buttocks! "I -- didn't wear underwear -- " confessed the salesman, not really knowing why he was talking. "I noticed," breathed Delroy, pulling him closer in, so their cocks touched and ground together. Delroy reached for the guy's cock and began to stroke, then played with his balls. He moved them both away from the window, where a couple of guys in leather jackets were starting to take an interest in what was going on. In a pile of sale garments, Delroy pushed the guy face down and began to probe his ass with his hard wet cock. Soon he found the hole and slowly eased himself inside. The doorbell jangled and the two leather guys entered. Delroy was way beyond the point of stopping. His cock entered the salesman's ass. The man groaned. Delroy slowly pushed deeper and deeper. He ripped the guy's shirt back, pulling it completely off. The two of them were now naked on the pile of clothes near the back of the store. The leather guys were moving up the aisles wondering where they'd gone. Delroy began to pump the salesman's ass. The man groaned in ecstasy. Delroy gripped his hips and pulled strongly back, penetrating as deeply as possible. He began a piston-like fuck. He moved faster and faster until his body was a blur. They were making enough noise now, the slapping and wet slurping sounds, as well as their groans and gasps, that the leather guys were able to locate them in the maze like store. They began to slap Delroy's ass, and reach between his legs to grab at his balls. Delroy threw his head back and fucked all the harder. One guy unbuttoned his tight leather pants, and let his sizeable cock spring free. He stood behind Delroy so that Delroy's ass hit his cock at every back stroke. The stimulation was tantalizing to Delroy who kept trying to push back further to make the cock behind him penetrate his ass. After teasing him a while, the leather guy moved closer, so that on every back stroke, his cock entered Delroy's hole by about an inch. This satisfied Delroy for all of one minute, and he began again to push further back. Bit by bit in tiny incremental stages, the leather guy's cock moved forward to gradually increase the penetration of Delroy's pumping anus. At last it was fully inserted and the two of them began to fuck in opposition. Delroy went into the salesman as the leather guy backed out of him, them as Delroy withdrew, the leather guy pushed in. The second leather guy contented himself with pulling whichever set of testicles he could find in the writhing mass of fuck-obsessed masculinity in front of him. Finally, one by one in quick succession, each orgasm triggering the next, they came in explosive gouts of cum inside and all over each other and the clothes they were lying on. "So can you give me a good price on the flight suit?" asked Delroy when it was all over. The salesman nearly choked with laughter. "Take it, it's yours," he said. So Delroy took the suit and left the store just as the leather guys were removing their clothes and eyeing the naked salesman supine on the cum-soaked pile. The sign above him read, "Any Reasonable Offer Accepted!" The four of them laughed at Delroy's story. It was a great story even if he didn't have a tape -- because the store didn't have a security system! They had all fucked more than the required five guys, though they didn't have pictures of all of them. David had the best. They oohh'd and aahh'd over the professional glossy 8x10's. In the end they didn't decide a winner, but just enjoyed the stories. "Boys," said David seriously when the hilarity died down a bit, "we do have to be more careful now. We have been pretty blatant about what we've done, and I think we are now quite close to disaster because of that. I want to ask you about the swim lessons, though." "I hate the idea of Minot and Dalrymple being there," said Tom petulantly. "Me too," echoed the others. "So do I," admitted David, "However, I have to go through with it. If you don't want to go, that's okay." They all said, no of course they'd all go. "But we'll all wear swim trunks," said David, " and we will keep it strictly to a real swim lesson." They agreed. "How about if they decide to push it -- what do we do?" "I for one," said David, "intend to stand up to them. But I might need some backup." They all agreed to take their lead from David and to see how the first night went. Tomorrow night.