Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2007 23:10:28 -0500
From: Richard Westgate <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: The Naked Student Chapter 3

This story is submitted for the Gay: College section.


This story is mostly fictitious and the names do not refer to any actual
persons living or dead. The story is an original creation of the author
and may not be reproduced in any format or arena other than the Nifty
Archive, without express written permission of the author. This story
contains descriptions of fictional sexual encounters between men. If you
do not like such stories, don't read it. If you do read it, don't
complain about being offended, you have been warned.

This story is second of a series of stories about naked adventures. The
first is in the Adult-Youth section, entitled, "The Naked School
Teacher". Stories to come at some time in the future are, "The Naked
Innocent", "The Naked Model", "The Naked Runner."

Comments may be sent to the author at rwestgate@rogers.com. I will try to
respond to helpful and constructive comments, though I will ignore
anything abusive.

Chapter 4 is where the real adventure begins ... the first three chapters
are mostly true and illustrate what now seems to me my very odd
ambivalent attitude towards my body and sexuality ...

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Richard.


Chapter 3: It Happens To Me!

My school had no gym. We did daily Physical Education in the main hall
where we also had daily morning assembly. The hall was surrounded by four
large classrooms that opened directly into it. Needless to say we had no
proper change rooms or showers. We did have a semi-underground
change-area that was connected to the wet-weather playground, an open
area under the next building. The change room was also completely open
and consisted of rows of benches and partitions with hooks to hang
clothes. One day I was wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts, and
playing a game of tag with one of my classmates. I ran into this change
area to escape him. It was dark and quiet in there. I was seized by the
sudden desire to be naked in this place. Was I tempting fate? Did I have
some deep desire to be caught? I don't know, but on that whim, I pushed
my shorts down to my ankles and stood there reveling in my forbidden
nakedness in this public place.

A voice from the shadows said, "Hello David," in the most seductive
tone!

I must have yelped and instantly pulled my shorts back up. I knew the
voice. It was Robert, also in my class and perennially excused PE for
some reason. Today he would be known as the class fag. Back then we had
no name for him, but he always managed to convey seduction in his voice.
I knew he liked me. He was always kind to me. I suppose he maybe sensed a
kindred spirit, or maybe he knew that I was late in developing my
sexuality and he never baited me as he did some of the other boys.

I turned to see where he was, but it was too dark to find him, and in any
case my antagonist in the tag game suddenly came roaring noisily into the
change area and I took off thankfully avoiding the confrontation. Robert
never ever mentioned the incident.

One time Robert said something to me that I never forgot. I cannot
remember the lead-up to the conversation, but he must have said something
to me and I responded, "I thought you were going to `do' me!" and he
quick as a flash said, "Are you interested?" I gulped and wished I
could have said yes, but "No!" came out of my mouth and I ran off.

So my attitude towards sexuality and nudity you could say was
`ambivalent,' to be charitable or `repressed' to be honest.

You can imagine the kind of shock that it was when I was walking home
from school with a group of friends, much as my brother was all those
years before, and at some unseen signal between them, when we were in a
piece of lonely scrubland, they suddenly set upon me.

"Take his pants off," said Laurie, my supposed best friend.

They held my arms and legs as I was pinned to the ground and ignored my
furious yelling. I screamed louder as they undid my belt and began on the
buttons to my grey school pants. My pants pulled off easily over my black
shoes and there I was, wearing my black school blazer, striped black, red
and gold tie and white shirt, with no pants on, the tails of my shirt
covering my white underwear.

Near to tears and fearful of this, my eternal nightmare, being caught
with my `bits and pieces' on display, I nevertheless began to get an
erection. I blushed and tears formed in my eyes. My heart was yammering
painfully in my chest.

"Take all his clothes off," someone yelled. The action was exciting
them and it seemed I was not so much their friend anymore but an object
of their mob hysteria.

My jacket was taken off and they began unbuttoning the shirt. It got
pulled off from under the tie, so I was left with a bare chest but with
the tie incongruously tied around my neck!

Some other boys from our school saw the action going on and came to see
what was happening.

"Take everything off!" yelled one boy, his eyes shining with the joy of
the chase. My shoes and socks came off. All that was left between my
attackers and me was my flimsy old, near-transparent white briefs. My
erection was now completely obvious to everyone. There was a pause in the
action as they all saw the underwear tenting and the tell-tale patch of
sticky wetness that oozed through the fabric. The knob end was soaked and
as they watched, it wetted the underwear so much that the head became
completely visible through the fabric, in all its purple glory.

"Wow, look at that!" said one of them. And indeed they did seem to gaze
in awe at the sight.

There was a small boy tagging along with his brother. He was about eight,
the same as age me when I tagged along with Terry. I could see in his
eyes the same longing to witness the final humiliation, and one part of
me envied him. I just didn't want to be the one who was humiliated!

The young boy's eyes lifted from my leaking crotch and our eyes met. He
stared intently into my eyes, and without breaking eye contact with me,
he tugged at his brother's arm and I clearly heard him say, "Please,
take his underwear off!"

That broke the spell, and the whole crowd cheered. Several hands reached
out to the waistband of my underwear and they were lowered slowly down my
body. So many hands were on me and some took the opportunity to brush
against my raging cock. Someone even grabbed it hard enough to make me
wince.

The moment when my cock sprung free, slurping sticky wetness all over my
stomach, brought a cheer, and then the underwear was gone and I was stark
naked wearing only my school tie.

Now that I was defenseless and naked, the whole group released me and
they stood back in a circle to observe me.

I lay there for a moment contemplating my fate. What could possibly be
worse than this moment? My face must have been red and I could feel the
hot blush moving down my body. Shakily, I stood up. Somewhere in my mind
was the thought that I wanted to retain some sense of dignity. I could
rant and rave at them and do what that boy did all those years ago, or I
could simply pretend that I was not embarrassed and walk away as if I
didn't care about what had happened. Unfortunately I was aware that I
was blushing over most of my naked body. I was tempted to put my hands
over my cock, but somehow I instinctively saw that as an admission that
they had gotten to me.

I stood and faced them all, turning slowly round as if to fix the memory
of every face in the crowd, there must have been about twenty of them
now, and I straightened my tie! Then barefoot and totally naked, I
started walking toward my home! I pretended that I didn't care about my
clothes, that it was completely beneath my dignity to go scrambling
around looking for them, much less to plead with them to give them back.

The crowd parted to let me through. I walked defiantly away from them,
head held high. I walked in the direction of one of the woodland trails
that led from the field we were in and went close to my house. What I was
going to do when I had to cross the road and go indoors, I'd no idea.

I was still blushing with the embarrassment. All those boys had seen me
naked! How could I ever face them again? My closest school friends had
stripped me naked, how could I ever be friends with them again?

I should mention here that I had school friends and then I had `real'
friends, the neighbouring kids who were much more important to me than
the boys I knew at school. Only one of my close neighbourhood friends
went to my school, and he was in a different class. Otherwise we were a
mixed group of different ages, both boys and girls. All schools in the
town were single-sex schools in those days. So I had a group of about
eleven kids that I hung around with all the time. None of them were
involved in my public stripping.

In the end I didn't have to worry about how to get home while totally
naked. Laurie, who seemed to me to be the instigator of the whole
episode, came running down the trail after me, with my clothes in his
arms.

"What did you do that for?" I asked him bitterly.

"Sorry," he said. Then he looked at me straight in the eye, and added,
"But you know you are a bit of an uptight git, don't you?"

I just stared at him. What on earth did he mean?

Laurie saw the look of total incomprehension on my face, and said, "We
all know how scared you are of `being seen' and you're all stuck up
about dirty talk, so we decided to teach you a lesson."

"Oh," I said tonelessly. I started to get dressed. My erection had gone
down.

Looking back, I can see that I was a prissy `good boy.' I never swore,
I never indulged in the dirty talk with other boys. I suppose it must
have seemed to them that I was too good for them. At the time, though, I
had absolutely no idea what Laurie was talking about. My `lesson'
didn't change me in any way. As a matter of fact, I simply ignored the
whole thing and the next day at school I never mentioned it and neither
did anyone else. 

Looking back I can also see my hypocrisy. I was such a good boy, yet in
secret I had what I conceived to be these dirty, perverted desires. Talk
about a double life at a young age!

My cousin Peter was the same age as me and he lived in London. When he
and his folks visited us for a few days, the parents put the two of us
together in the same single bed. Duh! We'd done this for as long as we
could remember. So naturally, given my predisposition, I devised a game
in which we had to wrestle each other in bed and pull the other's
pajamas off. The first one naked was the loser. I don't ever remember
winning this game!

During this period of painful leaking boners, while Peter was still
pre-pubescent, or maybe he just wasn't as turned on as I was by the
game, I was naked and dripping in bed with him. He double-dared me to go
down the hall to the bathroom as I was. Now in my house this was quite
dangerous. We had a central hallway that sort of cut the house in half.
Every room had a doorway onto this hall and the practice was to close
every door, probably because of the lack of central heating. Anyway, our
parents were all sitting in the kitchen talking and laughing and
generally having a good time. But of course you never knew when anyone
would suddenly come out to go to the bathroom or to one of the other
rooms!

So I crept out of our room and down the hall to the bathroom. I tried to
pee, but couldn't because of the erection. So I crept back again. I was
pleased with rising to this dare.

Next day at dinner both families were all together around the table, both
sets of parents, my brother, my sister, Peter and his sister Janet. I
wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation, but I suddenly
heard my mother say, "Oh no David is a really good boy."

To my horror, Peter suddenly chipped in with indignation written all over
his face, "Oh he's not as good as you think, he was running all round
the house last night with no clothes on!"

In the stunned silence that followed, I blushed the deepest possible
crimson, tears flashed in my eyes, and I shot back with every ounce of
vehemence that I could muster, "No I wasn't!" I scowled at Peter
murderously.

"Oh, no not my David!" exclaimed my mother with total conviction. She
was absolutely certain of this. She was also absolutely wrong about me! I
always wondered what Peter's parents thought about this, since I'd
effectively called their son a liar and my mother had supported that
point of view.

There was another friend who was in my class, but with whom I did not
play with often outside of school. Once in a while we would visit each
other's house. One time when Paul was at my house, I devised a `slave'
game, in which I was the slave and had to be ordered around and spanked
if I did anything wrong. Naturally, as a slave I had to be naked. We were
in my bedroom and I locked the door. I was in the process of crawling
totally naked under the bed for some reason, when I heard my mother
trying the bedroom door. Finding it locked she called out to me to open
it. I must have broken the land speed record in getting dressed!

Shamefaced I opened the door and let her in. I told her I was playing
under the bed, that's why it took so long to open up. Did she buy it?
Who knows?

When I was sixteen I went for a month to an Outward Bound school in the
Lake District. This was quite an honour in those days. I was selected by
the local Board of Education to represent the town. The Outward Bound
concept was quite new back then, having been established by the Duke of
Edinburgh, the Queen's husband, also known as Prince Phillip.

It was an adventure school designed to toughen kids up and give them a
taste of outdoor wilderness life. Of course England doesn't really have
actual wilderness any more, but to a boy growing up on the outskirts of a
Sussex seaside resort, the Lake District seemed wilderness enough! 

The greatest shock to me in the life that we were quickly required to
lead, was that we were woken at 5:00 am, donned nothing but a pair of
shorts and shoes and then we had to jog around a cobblestone yard
outside. Since this was March and there was still some snow on the
ground, we were all freezing! Then one group of 12 at a time, we went
inside for a cold shower. The shower room was a large place with twelve
shower heads hanging down from the ceiling, three rows of four. No
curtains, no partitions, we were just all there together. Each had a
pull-chain that activated the shower above us.

On the Instructor's command we had to pull the chain and release the
frigid water onto our heads for a count of ten. If anyone moved his head
out of the water, the count started again for everyone! Needless to say,
whoever was responsible for re-starting the count, never did so again!

The moment when I first realized that I had to get naked with all these
other naked boys, I went into panic mode. Of course I wanted to see the
other boys naked. BUT I didn't want them to see me! However, there was
no choice. I dithered long enough that on the first day I was the last
into the shower room. This earned me a reprimand from the instructor. I
also had to run the gauntlet to reach the only free shower right in the
middle of the room. As I passed the other boys, I got several slaps and
pinches on my bum. One boy flicked my dick as I went by! I slapped his
hand away and muttered, "Get out!"

It was during this period that I began to understand what masturbation
was. I was on a top bunk in our dorm. Six bunks for twelve boys. The boy
on the top bunk next to me jerked off every single night. He called it
`wanking.' He did it under the covers, but it was quite clear what he
was doing. He lay on his back and pumped away at his cock, tenting the
blankets as he pounded his way to a climax.

I was horrified! This was so disgustingly dirty I couldn't believe it.
How could he play with himself like that in full view of all twelve kids?

Although I had never masturbated in my life up to this point, I did quite
regularly have wet dreams. Of course I also produced copious amounts of
pre-cum, so I was almost constantly wet. Oddly, the sight of this kid
jerking himself every day, did nothing at all for me. I didn't get horny
because of watching him.

After I returned home and was reflecting on some of the things I'd seen
and done at the Outward Bound school, the image of the boy wanking in the
next bed, came back to me and I decided to try it.

I went into the bathroom and proceeded to pump my dick up and down as
I'd imagined he was doing under the blankets. Quite soon I got that
feeling that I was going to pee, so I pointed my cock down to the toilet
and was quite flabbergasted to see this white stuff shoot down. It was
accompanied by a very painful ache in my dick. The pain was so intense I
decided that I would never do that again!

A few days later I did do it again, and the pain was less. Within a few
weeks I was a regular wanker! However, it was still completely secret. I
never discussed it with anyone, and in fact if the subject ever came up,
I denied that I did it. I was much too good for that!

My nighttime naked wanderings around the woods and around the house, took
on a new dimension now. I could now go out into the back yard, and stand
naked under the bright moon, and I would jerk off to orgasm with the wind
blowing coolly around me! There was no feeling like it!

I noticed that however horny or daring I felt, the moment I achieved an
orgasm, I felt cold and scared and needed to high-tail it back into my
bedroom window. I gradually learned that if I wanted to have a long drawn
out naked adventure, I must put off masturbating until I was ready to go
home. As a result I spent a lot of time naked outdoors with a rampant
leaking erection that I had to struggle to resist.