Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 01:19:45 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 5 Thanks, Richard. 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. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 5 Over the last week of school, David's mind often turned to the summer dares they had to dream up. He couldn't think of anything really, and the last day was looming close on the horizon. He didn't want to let them down, but his mind would not grapple with the problem. He was probably thinking too much about Mac and the awful home life he was going back to, and the cataclysmic display of emotion in the shower. So the days rolled by. They agreed to meet after David's last class on the day before going home to give the dares to each other. Finally the day arrived and they sat in David's classroom. "The rules for this game," announced Mac looking around the little circle -- it amused David somewhat that they all accepted Mac as the leader quite naturally. "The rules are these. The dares have no restrictions in time, and you must have a way of proving the dare was done. Also, each of us gives the dare to all four of us. In other words we all have to do our own dare as well as the dares of the other three -- so we all do four dares over the summer. Get it?" The others nodded. David had to admit it was a brilliant stroke. It meant that no-one would give a really impossible dare because he would also have to do it himself! Unfortunately, David had still not thought of anything. "We throw the dice," continued Mac, "to see who gives the first dare. I have a notebook here to write them down." The dice were thrown. David prayed not to be first. It was Delroy. "You have to fuck five people over the summer," he stated, straight to the point. Mac dutifully wrote it down. David gulped. He'd definitely have to visit the Brighton gay scene! "How do we prove it?" asked Tom. "Photo," said Delroy. Mac wrote that down. David could not imagine how he was going to find five people to fuck, let alone even one who would agree to being photographed in the act! But he held his peace. Next was Tom. "You gotta do a naked streak at some event and get your picture in the paper." "Oh god!" exclaimed David. "I can't do that!" "Sure you can, just wear some kind of mask and make sure you escape!" He grinned. "If I wear a mask, Mr. Smartypants, how do you know it's me?" "Well, we'll all recognize your cock for one thing," the unhelpful Tom rejoined, "but tell us what the mask will be now, then we'll know it's you." "The Queen!" suggested Delroy. Mac wrote it all down. It was Mac's turn next. "Go clothes shopping and get the sales guy naked and get him off in the dressing room." "And the proof is?" asked David. "Get the security video showing you both going in!" David was starting to feel the sheer weight of these dares. He could see that he would spend his entire summer holiday worrying about getting them done and getting caught. David's turn had inevitably come around. His mind was an utter featureless void. True to form, backed against the wall, he opened his mouth, wondering what he was going to say. "Spend a continuous forty-eight hour period totally naked," he said much to his own surprise. How on earth was he going to manage that? "How do we prove that?" asked Mac frowning. Of course, David had no clue. "Um, well we can't really. Perhaps we should write a detailed journal of our experiences and other people's reactions. It would be hard to fake, and we'd just have to take it on trust if it sounded good." "Trust you to turn it into an essay assignment!" said Tom punching his shoulder in exasperation. They laughed. "Wait a second," Delroy held up his hand, "what's to stop us just staying in our rooms for two days?" "Hmmm," David pondered. They all looked at each other. Mac got it, "I know, we just set the date right now, and on those two days, we gotta do it -- doesn't matter what's happening, we gotta be naked for those two days!" So they chose August 9 and 10 at random. Mac wrote it down and they were done. "Tomorrow is the naked butler party, right?" asked Mac. "Yup," answered David. "Well good luck!" They all echoed that. They hugged each other, and said their goodbyes. David gave them his phone number. They all gave him theirs. They wouldn't see each other again until the second week in September. As David gave them his phone number, he looked directly at Mac as he said, "If any of you need ANYTHING over the summer, call me." Next day, the buses came and the boys were gone. David waved from the forecourt of the school along with all the other teachers and staff. He felt empty already. That afternoon, David reported as ordered to the salon in town. Nigel, the hairdresser, appraised him tartly and, David felt, none too favourably. "Hmm, I can do a little bit with the hair, `tidy it up she says' -- it needs a major overhaul! Not today! As for the rest, we'll see when we unveil. For now, first things first!" He'd been commanded to give David a thorough internal cleansing. He took David into a large rather sumptuous bathroom and ordered David to strip and lay on a massage table. He hooked up a tube to David's ass and allowed warm soapy water to gradually fill David up. When David thought he was about to explode he had to hobble to the toilet and expel the water into the bowl. This was done several times before the water was running more or less clean. David could quite see why Julia was evasive about telling him this was part of her plan. The question if David's mind was, of course, why was it necessary. He knew he would find out in just a few hours. His heart thudded painfully at the thought! Following this David showered. Nigel went to work on David's hair, leaving him naked and covered only in the hairdresser's drape. He trimmed and neatened the hair, put in a few highlights, then styled it in a kind of long spiky messy look, with a minimal dab of gel. The effect he achieved was excellent. It gave David an updated, even more youthful look. "Now let's see this body of yours!" exclaimed Nigel rubbing his hands. David stood naked before a full-length mirror. Nigel regarded him thoughtfully, turning him this way and that. David was a good looking boy, `Just lacks a bit of polish,' thought Nigel. Unfortunately he didn't have time to fully do justice to him, nor had Julia provided enough money to do what he'd really like to do. Nigel settled on a manicure and a pedicure. Then David was again laid on a table and given a thorough massage with oils and lotions. They smoothed his skin and gave it a ruddy glow. Nigel worked on the odd blemish with cover-up and then finished with an all-over-body colouring agent to give David's body a consistent even colour. When he was finished David looked as if he were on his way to becoming a professional model. He looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. Some new clothes were laid out for him: a pair of very low-cut, skin-tight designer jeans artfully torn in suggestive places, a tight-tight transparent white tank top that looked as though it were a torn disintegrating remnant. It came down to three inches above his pants. The jeans were so low on his hips that some strands of his pubic hair showed over the front, and the merest suggestion of his ass crack showed at the back. There was no belt, indeed the waistband of the pants had been entirely removed leaving a ragged edge and giving them a precarious appearance as if they were in imminent danger of falling down! Only their tightness on his hips and the friction that produced, kept them from falling. He wore no underwear. Leather, heeled boots completed the ensemble. David wasn't sure if he felt like a model or a slut as he walked around experimentally in the unaccustomed heels. A limo drew up outside Nigel's salon. It was early evening by now, and the chauffeur escorted him from salon to car. David strutted across the sidewalk to the opened door. Heads turned as he walked. He heard someone say, "Who's that?" He was whisked to a very upscale restaurant in the small Grange Hotel, where he was obviously expected and was escorted by a fawning Maître d'hôtel. Julia was awaiting him with her husband, David's boss, the Headmaster. "David! You look ravishing! Come here and let me look at you." She reached up and took David's face in her hands and kissed him on both cheeks. Then ordered him to swirl around. "Delicious! Just perfect, well perfect for now -- more perfect later on." She giggled with suggestive intent. They had a good meal, though David was anxious about the upcoming event and didn't feel very hungry, so he ate light. However, he did enjoy the wines that Robert expertly selected. He managed to become quite `uninhibited.' The young waiters were all giving David the eye. One even rushed to set his napkin on his lap, almost pushing another out of the way to get to David first. In placing the napkin, his fingers made definite contact with David's cock, which instantly sprang, and the head of his cock tried to push up out of his abbreviated waistband. Thereafter, David was constantly trying to cover his lap with the napkin, and the waiters were constantly dislodging it to get a look! Eventually David gave up the battle, dropped his napkin beside his plate on the table, pushed his chair back a little, and lay slightly back in his chair so they could look to their hearts content. He idly wondered if he could begin his five-man fuck already! Julia and Robert were engaged in some conversation that David utterly ignored, preferring to watch the antics of the waiters. He was surprised therefore when Julia announced it was time to go. And so the time had come for David's butler duties to begin. They took the old-fashioned cage elevator to the penthouse suite of the hotel. It covered the entire floor. "David, here is the pantry, where drinks and hors d'oeuvres will be set out. You just pick up a tray from here and offer it around the rooms to the guests. Easy enough? Actually all you have to do is be seen and mingle. The drinks give you a reason to move about and attend to everyone, okay?" David shrugged okay. He was taken to a bedroom and told to remove his clothes. Julia inspected him thoroughly, "Excellent!" There were some other young male servants, but they were in black ties and short `bum-freezer' jackets. David drew a lot of attention from them. As the guests arrived and David began to circulate, the guests were first shocked, then amused, and finally, very very turned on. Both men and women seemed to react positively to him. They were all dressed rather oddly, David thought, until he realized it was some kind of costume party. The theme appeared to be Roman. Men were in togas, or Roman military, or the ancient business class. Women likewise were dressed as Roman wives, exotic maidens, harlots and even the odd Vestal Virgin! David, because of the theme, figured that he was probably a pagan slave. The party was full of beautiful, albeit middle-aged people. David was a real stand-out! The evening wore on and much alcohol was consumed. The noise of the party grew, and the intimacy of the crowd grew with it. Men were fondling wives not necessarily their own, and everyone was fondling David -- men and women both. David coped with it, but as the touching became more and more intimate and stimulating, he naturally became erect. Eventually he had to get rid of the tray and just try to stay on his feet, there were so many people around him touching him, feeling his bum, weighing his growing cock and his tightening balls. Then the music changed to a kind of deep hypnotic primitive rhythm, heavily featuring drums. The crowd began to sway together and move, carrying David with them. They all pressed towards a large covered billiard table. As they got to the table, David was lifted bodily up onto it. He struggled as he began to realize that he was the centre of this decidedly weird ritual, "Wait, stop, what are you doing?" but he was by now far too drunk to resist effectively, and the exciting hypnotic effect of the music made him not want to resist. He was laid out flat on his back on the table, and his arms and legs were stretched out to the four corners and soft strong bands were buckled on and tied down to the table legs. David was naked, spread-eagled and helpless. The crowd eased back. The lights in the room darkened and the lights over the billiard table were raised high overhead and focused spotlights shone directly on him so David was a brilliant glow in the middle of the dark. His rampant erection pointed straight up. As the music rose and fell, Julia appeared dressed as the Queen of Sheba, `how fitting,' thought David. She circled the table in time with the music and then suddenly pointed a finger at one of the guests. It was a woman dressed as a Roman prostitute. The woman danced forward and began a slow strip tease. When she was naked, she climbed on the table and crawled over David, she dragged her tongue up his legs and over his trembling erection all the way up to his mouth where she kissed him fiercely. David could do nothing. He kissed her back not knowing what was expected of him. The woman, voluptuously well-endowed, raised herself up to her knees and slowly, deliberately sat on David's stiff cock! She wriggled and worked her way down onto the cock until it was fully inserted into her pussy. She then began a slow rocking grinding of her hips and gripping her pussy tight around him. The difference, David had only recently recognized, between fucking a woman and fucking a man, was that fucking a man could last almost as long as you wanted. Fucking a woman was so warm, soft and slippery, that you would likely come within a very short time. Common complaint! It was this way now with David. He threw his head back, and moaned with the excitement not only of being fucked, but of being restrained and of having such an audience. He would not last thirty seconds! Suddenly she pulled off him, gave him one last kiss, slid off the table and danced away into the crowd. Julia went through her peculiar ritual again, this time selecting a man! He was about fifty, David thought, quite handsome, and as he got naked, revealed a very fit muscular body with plentiful graying chest hair. He too climbed onto David, but did not kiss him. He did run his hands all over David's body, and then he too slowly sat on his cock. The cock was still erect though it had gone somewhat `off the boil.' He began the ritualistic swaying and grinding of his hips, again bringing David up the point of almost coming before leaping off and disappearing into the crowd. This ritual was repeated over and over again until most of the guests had `reverse' fucked David and the entire room was now full of naked people. David was near delirious with the teasing of his cock and his immense need to shoot his load of cum. This was an exquisite torture and he had been screaming and pleading to be allowed to cum for what seemed like hours. The naked men and women all around him were dancing naked and slowly disappearing in couples, triples, even quadruples to other parts of the suite for whatever purposes they had in mind. Soon only a few of the waiters were left picking up glasses and abandoned food plates. The music was now low and in the background. David called out to one of the waiters, "Can you let me up?" "No, mate, more'n my job's worth!" "Could you get me a drink then?" The cute young waiter brought over a drink from the bar. It was scotch. David gulped it down as the waiter held his head up a bit and fed the glass to his lips. "Oh god, I'm SO horny, I gotta get off!" gasped David between gulps of the fiery liquid. "I bet you are an' all! You are one goddamned fucking hot guy!" "Thanks, but you're not so bad yourself!" "Ah shuddup!" but he was obviously pleased. David DID still look like a film star, and any compliment he threw out must be worth something! "Can you do anything about cleaning me up?" pleaded David looking at his cock, balls and abdomen covered in the slime and juices of perhaps thirty people. No-one had actually cum on him, but pre-cum and pussy juices were everywhere. Now it was cooling his body off uncomfortably. "Sure mate, I can do that." The waiter returned with a couple of small towels. He proceeded to clean David's stomach, legs and then between his legs, rolled his balls in the towel and finally grasped David's cock within the towel and squeezed and rolled it. David was writhing in ecstasy again in no time! When at last David felt his cum rising close to the point of no return, the waiter stopped and withdrew the towel. David nearly screamed in frustration! "Please, oh please! You must finish me off, I'll do anything -anything!" "Cor' you don' know how tempted I am mate, but nah -- can't." "They won't know!" "Won't know? Course they'll know, this place is crawling with cameras!" David was stunned. Not only was he stunned, but he had several simultaneous thoughts competing for his attention. First that bitch Julia, she'd conned him into this! Second, he had been photographed fucking at least fifteen guys -- if he got those pictures his summer dare was done! Third just what the hell WAS this group of weirdos? Finally what more was to happen to him? He had the unsettling thought that maybe this was the prelude to some pagan ritual that ended in human sacrifice! There were supposedly still such things practiced in Britain, so the tabloid press occasionally claimed. Though David had difficulty, on reflection, supposing a pagan coven would use an upscale hotel in Tunbridge Wells. Royal Tunbridge Wells he corrected himself. He was left alone with his pulsating cock. Eventually, the guests began to reappear looking spent, disheveled and still naked. They gathered around David again as if inspecting his erection. The ropes around his wrists were re-connected to some overhead ropes that came down from the ceiling and his arms were raised up. He was helped to stand at the end of the billiard table and his arm ropes tightened so he was still spread out only now standing. The crowd pressed in and began to touch his legs, his ass, his balls, everything it turned out except for his cock. Their hands were gentle and erotic and it felt like torture. His cock was so longing to be touched he even tried swinging it from side to side, hoping the get just the briefest of touches, but to no avail. Then, when he thought he would finally lose his sanity and become a gibbering lunatic, it stopped. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The crowd before him parted and two men rolled what looked like a black rubber carpet from the far side of the room, stopping at the feet of the table below David. Julia, still dressed as the Queen of Sheba, appeared and walked down the carpet. She stood before David and intoned, "Whom do you choose?" "What?" David gasped barely able to comprehend. His entire universe now proscribed within the red straining mushroom head of his cock. "You may choose any in this room. Whom do you choose?" "Wha... what... whafor?" "Choose!" It was a command! David looked around the naked crowd close by, and noticed the waiters on the edges of the room watching events with interest. There was his cute guy who had toweled him. "Him," croaked David nodding in the kid's direction. Julia looked to where he was indicating. The cute waiter kid's eyes went wide in part fear part excitement. "Come!" commanded the Queen of Sheba. The boy tentatively walked forward. Julia turned him to face David, and two men started to undress him. He was not very comfortable with this and blushed red, glancing nervously at his fellow waiters. Clearly he had received orders about this event and he was not about to say or do anything disruptive, but just allow them to do whatever they wished. Soon he stood naked before David blushing over much of his body. He really was cute. Maybe eighteen or nineteen, he was skinny, not even well-built or muscular. Yet somehow he was endearing with an impish face and a brilliant smile -- which was not presently in evidence! But the thing that made the crowd gasp in amazed appreciation was his cock. It was the most enormous thing David had ever seen. It hung limply from above his large balls, almost to his knees it seemed. It was long, slender, circumcised and the head was a beautiful shape somewhat larger in diameter than the shaft. As everyone looked awed by the sight, and as the boy looked up at David, standing there strung up as he was, also naked and with a rampant erection that was leaking huge unbroken strings of crystal shining pre cum right down to the floor, his own cock began to stir. Everyone `oohed' as it slowly raised itself up, filled out with engorged blood and stood majestically up to attention. It lengthened and it thickened until the boy was transformed into Sex Personified. Julia whispered something in his ear. The boy smiled a tremendous smile up at David and communicated something in his look. To David it said, `it's okay, don't worry, I'm coming to you.' The boy bent over facing down to his cock and without touching it, swallowed three inches of it, laving it with his tongue and making it slick and slippery. The crowd went wild, applauding and cheering. Then he walked up to David and light as a gazelle, he jumped up beside him and kissed him full on the lips, grinding their two cocks together. David pressed his body forward, but the boy slid around behind David, caressing his shoulders and massaging all down to his buttocks. David threw his head back and basked in the erotic feelings, thinking that at last relief was about to come to his tortured cock. Julia moved off the carpet and someone placed a small flag on a tall pole in the centre of the black carpet several feet away from the table. Then the crowd turned their attention to the two naked sex gods on the table. No one stepped on the black rubber carpet again. Music welled up but this time it was seductive and gentle, the tempo increased and as it did, the naked waiter began to move with the music, fondling David, touching his balls between his legs, fingering his asshole, kneading his buttocks. David writhed. Fingers were inserted into his hole, working in to his prostate. David writhed. More fingers, and David knew he was being prepared for fucking. He cooperated, pushing his ass back, opening up for the boy. When he was ready, he felt the great wonderful cock begin to push into his eager and willing hole. The sensation was amazing and indescribable. The cock touched his prostate sending electric shocks through his body and the cock continued to enter further and further, until it seemed there was to be no end to it. David felt fuller than he had ever felt in his life. Finally, finally, he felt the kid's pubic hairs scratching his ass and knew he was fully inside him. Just the thought of this kid being that far in with that much cock inside him, brought David close to the edge again. And then the boy began to fuck him. Imagine a fuck that takes thirty seconds to fully enter, then thirty more to exit, that feeling of being emptied and filled on a slow one-minute cycle! It was awesome to watch and every man in the room became erect and dripping while every woman in the room gushed juices like waterfalls. For David it was as if he had entered some kind of sexual heaven. The sensations seemed continuous and unending, not like the push-pull of fucking. It was the difference between the short, quick sawing of a fiddle and long sustained notes of a violin. His whole being became the lips of his ass and the prostate that was electro-shocking his entire body. David lost conscious awareness of his surroundings. In all that was happening to him, the one thing that was never touched was his cock! The kid was good. His pace was slow and long. He did not vary the pace. David was feeling the crescendo coming and was anxious to speed it up. But the kid would have none of it. The pace continued inexorably and the feelings built up slowly in David, he reached the point where he knew he was going to come, it was utterly inevitable, but it was as if he was held at the point of ultimate orgasm and could not QUITE cum. It was so intense it was almost agony ... an exquisite agony! How the kid could control himself, no one understood. It must have been every bit as tantalizing for him. But he was an expert at this. Being endowed with the world's most fabulous cock, he had believed from a very early age that it behooved him to learn how to use it, control and share it. He was a consummate artist of fucking! When David came it was like the collapse of a dam. There was the pressure deep in his balls and the feeling of cum building like a high pressure reservoir just waiting for the breach. When the dam burst, the jet that erupted from his aching quivering penis arced in a great white stream far beyond the little flag planted on the black carpet. The second jet was only a few inches short of the first, and even the last of the half a dozen convulsing orgasmic jets fell all of three feet from the table. The silence in the room almost spoke of reverence. Then first one, then two, then everyone began applauding. The applause grew while cheering and yelling began. The din went on for long minutes while David's bonds were released. Freed from the tethers, David remained standing on the table, the kid's great cock still buried deep in his ass and his arms holding David around his chest. As the magnificent tool slowly and reluctantly withdrew, David turned to him, hugged him tight and they kissed deeply. "Oh my god!" said David. That was David's initiation into the strange world of Julia's fetish crowd. Apparently there were groups all over the country. `Only the best people' were members. VERY exclusive. It had paid off quite handsomely for Julia in this her Presidential year, her candidate had achieved a record of note, one that would not be easily beaten. His ejaculate had flown several feet past the flag marking the previous record. David now understood that he'd actually been groomed for this! Quite how Julia had engineered it he didn't know, but he just felt that her hand must have been in it from the beginning. Was this why he'd got the job in the first place? No answers yet. The waiter with the elephant's cock was named Rodney or Rod. He was very taken with David, and when the fuss and congratulations were over, and they'd been toasted and were both quite drunk, they agreed to get away from the party somewhere quiet. Rod took David to the bedroom where his clothes were. They both hopped in the shower and washed each other down. Sex seemed out of the question following the shattering climax they'd both experienced. Even the unbelievable Rodney said he had never cum so intensely before. David dressed in his `slut/star' outfit, and Rod whistled. "Wanna go for a drink?" he asked David. "Sure, but aren't the pubs closed by now?" "Not if you know where to go," winked Rod. At the rear-alley back door of a traditional English pub in the High Street, Rod gave a coded knock and they were admitted to a small private party in the apparently closed pub. "Come in boys," said a familiar voice ... ah, Mr. Jones, what a surprise. That's quite an outfit!"