Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2018 15:53:59 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter Seven - "Hairless"

Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter 7

"Hairless"

Chesterton Academy and Professor Parker's Health class are purely the stuff
of fantasy.

Author's notes: I've no idea what prompted this huge installment.  I can't
begin to guess which number lesson we might be on in Health Class, either.
But perhaps that's for the best, as I've been made aware that using lesson
numbers as chapter titles is a bit confusing, causing people to wonder
whatever happened to lessons 1-15, which never existed.  Don't worry, they
would have been boring, with no nude models or anything...

The events of this chapter take place during the December before "Yank's
Summer Holiday -- Parts One & Two."

I'd intended to split this into four or five separate installments, but
since it's all written, I decided to submit it all at once.  The various
sections are still labelled for you reading convenience, in case you need
to come back to it later.

Your comments are always appreciated.

P.S. You might also enjoy my other story over in the High School category
entitled "Autumn Postponed."

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HAIRLESS -- PART ONE

	In September of his 14th year, Trevor Stokes was as smooth as a
dolphin from the neck down.  This had bothered him when he first arrived at
Chesterton Academy for Gifted Youth, and had seen the layout of the
dormitory, lavatories, and the shower facilities.  His mates back home all
claimed to be endowed with manly bushes of pubic hair, though none of them
ever provided evidence.  That was fine with Trevor, as he could make the
same claim with no fear of being proven a fraud.

	The first morning of the school year, Trevor and the other boys
stripped off and headed for the showers.  Soon Trevor's trepidation was
washed away as he could easily see that about half of the boys in the class
were as hairless as he, and that there was no boy there who could be said
to have a full bush.  Some had a single small patch above the base of their
cocks, while some had what were effectively two separate patches, with a
gap in the middle.

	As far as Trevor could tell, it seemed that the growth of hair was
independent of the descent of testicles or the growth of penises, since
his, and most of the hairless boys' cocks, were the same size as the
hairier ones.  As the year went on, and the boys progressed in stages from
furtive glances to frequent circle jerks, with shameless focus on each
other's tackle, Trevor could note how his fellow students were progressing.
And take note he did, happy to avail himself of the unique opportunity
presented to the gay young man in a boarding school of horny young teenaged
boys.

	In the sixth week of the first term, Professor Parker formalized
the process of identifying growth in pubescent males, having four boys
stand nude on a stage in his classroom, instructing the rest of the boys to
fondle their their balls, and then asking them to masturbate one another to
climax.  By then, the three fourteen year olds on the stage all had pubic
hair.  The fourth, at only 12 years old chronologically, though apparently
older intellectually, was of course as bare as a toddler.

	After that, none of the boys bothered trying to hide their interest
in each other's development, commenting on size, hair growth, and even the
amount or distant of someone's "emission," as Professor Parker insisted it
be called, when in the classroom.  And so it did not go unnoticed that
Trevor had still shown no sign of pubic hair.  Some laughed, but only until
they saw him erect, realizing that all his other growth was equal to
theirs.  They shut up completely seeing how much and how far he could cum.

	As the days and weeks passed, all the boys became even less
inhibited.  Not only nudity, but sexual encounters among them became quite
a common sight.  Trevor's smooth pubic area gained him some celebrity,
other boys often standing behind him to wank him, so their other hand could
simply slide over the smooth skin.

	One night as he lay in bed, while his friend Quentin and he fondled
one another's cocks and balls following mutual blow jobs, Quentin mentioned
how much he liked the way Trevor's pubes could hardly be seen, making him
look bald down there.

	"What pubes?" Trevor had asked in surprise.

	"These pubes," Quentin laughed, tugging on one to make his point,
while Trevor tried to slap his hand away.

	The next morning, Trevor stood naked in the bathroom, examining his
pubic region in the mirror over the sink.  As Quentin had pointed out, his
pubic strands were nearly invisible, mostly because Trevor was about as
blond as a boy could be, his hair actually looking white in bright
sunlight.

	At the sink next to him stood Teddy Pendleton, who typically
carried out all of his morning ablutions in the nude.  Ever since the 12
year old had been called upon to appear naked in Professor Parker's Health
Class, Teddy had taken to stripping off at the drop of hat, or often less,
for which his "special friend" Paul Connor regularly chided him.  Teddy
would simply smile and wiggle his small, round bottom in reply, causing his
little bits bounce around as well.  It was often said among the first years
that it wasn't morning until they'd seen Teddy's moon. Trevor had once been
invited to join in a three way with both boys one evening, which he
thoroughly enjoyed, and which provided quite the show for the other boys in
the dorm.

	Teddy was actually a bit young for Trevor's taste.  Still, he
envied the boys hairlessness.  Despite the fact that it marked his own
sexual maturation, Trevor wished he didn't need to grow hair.  He liked the
look of his own crotch unpolluted by curly hairs.  Taking one more glance
at Teddy's crotch, Trevor made his decision.

	That very Saturday, Trevor had walked into town with two of his
friends.  When one of them expressed a need for new trainers, Trevor
suggested that the two of them go together to buy them, as he needed to
visit the chemist shop, and would meet them at a central location.  He then
procured what he needed, seeing a doubtful look on the young lady who rang
up his purchases.  He knew that she was hardly convinced he needed what
he'd bought.

	That evening, he ate his dinner quickly, and skipping pudding, he
nearly ran back to the dormitory, hoping that it would be empty.  Sure
enough he was alone as he took his morning's purchases from his trunk,
stuck them into his jeans pockets, and made his way into the lavatory.  He
entered a stall, dropped his jeans and pants, and sat on the toilet.

	Taking the tube from his pocket, Trevor opened it and squirted a
small amount of gel on his fingers.  Looking to where the few hairs had
sprouted in his crotch, he spread the shaving gel over the area.  Taking
the disposable razor he'd bought, he began carefully dragging it through
the gel.  Having never used a razor before, he wasn't sure how much
pressure was required.  At one point he pressed too hard, and nicked
himself, causing some bleeding.  He took some tissue from the roll and
pressed on the spot, which soon stopped bleeding.

	More carefully now, he finished shaving his pubic area.  Using more
tissue, he wiped away the residual gel, and examined the result.  As far as
he could make out, he'd managed to remove all the offending strands, and
his skin felt as smooth as it always had.  He flushed the tissue, stood and
pulled up his pants and trousers, and pocketed the gel and razor.
Returning the supplies to his trunk, he joined his classmates in the common
room, watching television before retiring for the night.

	The next morning, Trevor woke early for no particular reason, naked
and hard.  He grabbed his shampoo and soap and, after a quick stop at the
urinal, made his way into the shower room.  He soaped up his body, smiling
as he ran his hand over the freshly shaved region, delighting in the
smoothness.  His erection, which had deflated a bit after his pee, grew
again to fullness.  Just as he decided to have a wank, his friend Quentin
walked into the shower room, looking very nearly fully erect himself.

	"Mornin', mate," Quentin smiled, standing next to Trevor and
turning the knobs for the neighboring shower head.

	"Mornin'," Trevor replied, turning his back to the wall and leaning
back to wet his hair.  He then applied some shampoo and rubbed the lather
deeply into the roots.  After he rinsed his hair, he opened his eyes and
noticed Quentin looking at his crotch.  "Fancy a wank?" he smiled.  "Looks
like you could use one."

	"Brilliant," Quentin smiled back.  They stepped up to one another
and took each other's cocks in hand, sliding each other's foreskins up and
down slowly.  Quentin reached with his other hand and began sliding his
fingers over Trevor's bare pubic mound.  "Hang on," he said suddenly,
pulling his hand from Trevor's cock.

	"What's the matter?" Trevor asked, trying to hide his smile.

	"What happened to your hairs," Quentin asked, bending down to get a
closer look.  "I know you had some the other day."

	"Dunno," Trevor lied.  "Maybe they fell out."

	"They don't just fall out," Quentin argued, both his hands now
feeling all over Trevor's lower abdomen.  "What did you do?"

	Trevor then confided that he had shaved the night before, wanting
to stay bare down there.  Quentin just shook his head, smiling, and again
went to work on Trevor's cock with one hand, while still rubbing him with
the other. Such was the culture among the first years that, as other nude
boys began entering the room, no one said anything more than "good morning"
to the two boys as they wanked each other to completion.  As they rinsed of
the results of their morning play, Teddy Pendleton and Paul Connor, came
in, Teddy taking the shower to Trevor's left.

	"Can I check?" Teddy asked unceremoniously.  It had become
something of a ritual if Trevor and Teddy were in the showers together.

	"G'on then," Trevor smiled, leaning back a bit so his crotch was on
full display.  Teddy reached over and started rubbing the same area that
had fascinated Quentin.  Despite having just cum, Trevor's cock arose again
at Teddy's soft touch.

	"Wow, you're still bald as me," Teddy said with surprise.  "Here,
feel mine."  Knowing Paul had some time ago learned he couldn't curtail
Teddy's play, he reached over and rubbed the younger boy's body, every bit
as smooth as his own, but by nature, not by man-scaping.

	"Guess we're the same then," Trevor smiled, giving Teddy's hard
cock a little squeeze.  That was all the 12 year old needed, and as soon as
Trevor released it, Teddy grabbed his own cock and began working his
foreskin up and down.  Trevor looked over to see Paul roll his eyes, though
his hard dick belied his disapproval.

	"You want me to suck on you?" Teddy asked Trevor.

	"Thanks anyway," Teddy," Trevor smiled.  "Only I just came.  Maybe
some other time."  Again he glanced over at Paul, fearing the older boy
would take offense if his young boyfriend sucked another boy.

	"Relax," Paul chuckled.  "If I had a pound for every time I've seen
Teddy suck someone else's cock...  well, I'd probably have a tenner, at
least.  He's always horny, and I don't own him."

	"Too right, you don't," Teddy said in a playful show of
independence.  "But I want to suck you before you grow any hairs.  I never
done it with anyone bald like me."

	"All right," Trevor agreed.  "Sometime soon, then.  I'm sure I'll
like that."

	The conversation did not go unnoticed by the other boys in the
showers, and soon most were having a morning wank, though chances are most
would have anyway.  Trevor also noticed that Bobby Lewis was on his knees
with Connor Bowen's cock sliding in and out of his mouth.  To Trevor it
seemed at once amazing but understandable how all the first years had
become so comfortable stripping off and sexing themselves and each other,
not caring who watched.

	In the ensuing months, Trevor continued his routine, shaving every
couple of days, even after it became clear that, short of some abnormality,
there was no way he could still be hairless.  He finally admitted that he
simply preferred keeping himself hairless, and after that, he would openly
shave in the shower, finding it much easier to rinse off afterwards.  He
returned to the chemist to purchase a pencil trimmer to snip the hairs that
began showing on his own testicles.

	Trevor especially liked the looks he received during the first and
second year's shared pool time.  More than one second year had commented on
his lack of hair, and some even begged the liberty to feel about.  Since he
was normally already stiff by then, Trevor would happily push out his
crotch to their appreciative fingers.  Sometimes a boy would give Trevor a
look, and he'd nod, leading him into the changing room and allowing the
older boy to fondle, wank and suck him.  Normally they were observed by a
few other first years, as much as for safety as for arousal, making sure
the older student didn't abuse their classmate.

	So Trevor stayed happily bald for some time.  After a fresh shave
one Wednesday morning, he and his first years once more found themselves in
Professor Parker's Health Class.  At the end of that lesson, Professor
Parker told the class what they already knew, that the next class on Friday
would be the last before the Christmas break.  He explained that, since
they'd been together for four months, it was time for an update.  He
explained that Teddy would once more be asked to serve as a nude model, and
only one other boy would be needed.  Reaching into the jar on his desk, he
pulled out a slip, and read aloud the name of Trevor Stokes.

	Trevor gasped, remembering that he had just shaved that morning,
and had done a thorough job of it.  He held his breath as Professor Parker
explained that this would simply be another comparison, like the first time
live nude models had been required.  He further explained that they would
be joined by three other volunteers from the second, third and fourth year
classes, so that those who had no older siblings could see what they could
expect as they grew older.

	"Trev," Quentin said quietly as the boys made their way to the
dining hall for lunch, "he's gonna see you don't have any pubes, dude!  You
should ask him to be excused or something."  Trevor walked along, staring
straight ahead but seeing nothing.  After filling his tray, he sat down
while his classmates gathered around him, making suggestions similar to
Quentin's.

	Finally, Trevor shook his head to clear it and said, "No.  So I
shave it.  It's not against the rules or anything."

	Trevor tried to remain brave throughout that day and the next.
Knowing there was no chance of any real hair growing, he decided to show
himself at his best.  In a fit of bravado, he shaved again on Friday
morning, much to the disbelief, as well as the admiration, of the other
first years.  He knew he wasn't as comfortable as he was pretending to be,
and noticed that from the moment he'd awoken his cock had remained soft,
even when he saw the boys around him having a wank in the shower.

	Growing even more doubtful, Trevor made a plan.  Having a thirty
minutes free before Health Class, Trevor split from his friends and headed
straight to Professor Parker's classroom.  He was disappointed not to see
the Health teacher at his desk, but he also knew the private study was at
the back of the room.  He walked past the stage where he might soon by
standing naked, to the door that he saw was slightly ajar.  He could see
Professor Parker sitting at a desk, pen in hand and a stack of papers in
front of him.

	"Uh, Professor Parker, sir," Trevor said quietly while tapping on
the door.

	Prof looked up and said, "Uh, Mr Stokes.  Come in, please."  Trevor
opened the door a bit further and stepped into the study.  "How can I help
you?"

	"Uh, P-Professor Parker, sir," Trevor stammered a bit.
"I-I... it's about today's lesson."

	"Are you nervous?" Prof asked.  "I might have thought that, by this
point in the year, most of you boys would be quite comfortable being seen
in the nude, at least by your classmates."

	"Yes, sir," Trevor replied.  "Only i-it's not that."  Trevor
struggled to find the words.

	"Are you anxious because of the older students who will be
present?" Prof asked, quickly adding, "I assure you they have all been
models before, and they are mature enough not to ridicule younger students,
knowing they were once younger, too."

	"No, sir," Trevor replied, wishing Prof would stop suggesting
things and just give him time to say what he came to say.

	"I'm out of ideas, Mr Stokes," Prof smiled kindly.  "So, why don't
you take a breath, have a seat, and simply tell me what you came here to
say."

	Trevor did as the professor suggested, and after exhaling the deep
breath, he said, "Professor, I'm not sure I'll be a good model today."  He
waited for the teacher to ask why, but as if the man had read his thoughts,
he simply sat waiting for Trevor to explain.  "You see,
professor... sir... I--I don't...  have any hair... down there."

	"Indeed?" Professor Parker said, his eyebrows now raised.  "I must
say, that is unusual for a boy your age.  Aren't you nearly fifteen?"

	"In two weeks, sir," Trevor said, lowering his head.

	"Now, now, Trevor," Professor Parker said kindly, standing to walk
around his desk and place a hand on Trevor's shoulder, "I thought you all
understood that everyone develops at his own pace.  Yes, I said it is
unusual, but it's not unheard of for a boy your age to not have yet entered
into puberty."

	"Oh, no, sir!" Trevor said quickly, making the professor jump.
"I'm sorry, sir.  Only I did... enter into puberty," he said, mimicking the
professor's words.  "I just don't have hair because... because I shave it
off."

	"Ah," Professor Parker said, returning to his seat behind the desk.
"I see," he added, his eyes now scanning his desktop.  Trevor felt fairly
certain that he had managed to at least slightly shock his teacher.  "But
otherwise, you're, uh, fully developed?" Professor Parker asked, clearly
nonplussed.

	"Oh, yessir," Trevor replied.  "I mean, I'm as big as most of the
guys, even bigger than some.  And I can cu- er, ejaculate and all that."

	"I see," Professor Parker nodded.  "But now you're worried that
your classmates will see that you shave off your pubic hair."

	"No, sir," Trevor chuckled a bit and shook his head.  "They all
know I do.  They see me shaving in the shower all the time." He paused
again, expecting some sort of response.  When none was forthcoming, he
spoke into the silence, "So anyway, sir, I'm not sure I can be a good model
for getting older.  I look as bald as Teddy down there."

	"I understand your concern," Professor Parker said quietly.  "Might
I ask you a favor?  And please know that you are absolutely free to
refuse."

	"What is it, sir?"

	"Would you consider allowing me to see just what we might be
talking about before class begins?" Professor Parker asked, just a hint of
hesitancy in his voice.

	"You mean, you want me to strip off, sir?" Trevor asked, his
nervousness returning.

	"That won't be necessary," Professor Parker replied.  "But if you
could simply lower your trousers and pants, and perhaps lift your shirt out
of the way, I would be better able to make a decision."

	"Yessir," Trevor nodded.  He stood up and undid his belt,
unbuttoned his slacks and lowered the zip.  Deciding it was like pulling
off a plaster, the quicker the better, he bent over, sliding his trousers
and pants down together.  Then he lifted up his shirt front, exposing
himself to the professor.

	"Have you ever measured your erection?" the professor asked,
examining Trevor's genitals.

	"Yessir," Trevor answered, feeling as if he was having the most
bizarre conversation of his life.  "Last time I checked, I was 14
centimeters.  About five and a half inches."

	"Well done with the conversion," Professor Parker smiled.  "You may
get dressed, Mr Stokes."  Trevor felt a sense of relief as he pulled up his
pants and trousers and tucked in his shirt.  He felt certain that Professor
Parker was going to excuse him from the lesson, maybe suggesting that he
allow his pubes to grow so he would be ready for another.

	Instead, the professor said, "I don't think your choice to shave
your pubic area will be a problem.  On the contrary, it could actually be
helpful, since your entire penis and your testicles are so clearly visible.
It might, however, require some spontaneity on my part, and a rather
instantaneously courageous decision on the part of one of your classmates."
Just as Trevor was about to ask what the professor meant, he heard the bell
ring, signaling the beginning of the next session.  "Very well, Mr Stokes,
why don't you go and take your seat, and we'll begin once your classmates
and our other volunteers have arrived."  Feeling just a bit dizzy, Trevor
walked back out into the classroom and sat at his desk, knowing there was
nothing else to do now but to await whatever was to come.

HAIRLESS -- PART TWO

	In short order the Health Class classroom filled with the rest of
the first years.  They were followed by three more students, each obviously
older than the next.  Without any instruction to do so, the three older
boys climbed the stairs onto the stage, sitting in descending order of age
on the three tall stools furthest to the left, the other two stools clearly
intended for Trevor and Teddy.

	"Good morning, gentlemen," Professor Parker said loudly as he
emerged from his study.  He waited for the class to respond, and said,
"First things first, I'd like to welcome our guest models, Mr Thomas
Hughes, who is, if I'm not mistaken, now sixteen years old?"  As the second
year student nodded an affirmative, the professor continued, "And Mr
Nicholas Moorehouse, who is seventeen, and Mr Rodney Wooley, who tells me
he just passed his eighteenth birthday." Rodney gave an exaggerated wave to
the class, causing them all to chuckled.  "Mr Wooley, I might add, has
volunteered for this particular session for the last three years,"
Professor Parker said, smiling.  "I think you'll soon understand why I've
asked him to join us this one last time before he graduates.

	"Now," the professor continued," I'd like to ask our two first year
students, whom you all know, to step up onto the stage."

	Trevor stood, feeling almost as if his knees had turned to rubber,
and did his best to look confident as he climbed onto the stage, followed
by Teddy, who wore a huge smile on his face.  The both perched themselves
on the two remaining stools.

	"Now," Professor Parker said, seeming less prepared for the moment
than he had ever seemed in any lesson, "we are faced with a slightly unique
dilemma, which I hope another first year boy can help to resolve.  But
before we come to that, would our models please remove their clothing.  You
may hang them on the chairs behind you."

	The three older students and Teddy immediately began stripping off.
Trevor was a bit slower, even though he'd been naked with his classmates so
many times before.  He was still concerned with what his grooming choice
might make necessary for one of his classmates.  After a few moments, all
five boys had removed their clothes, each then resuming their seat on the
stools.  Being last, Trevor still had his back to the class when he heard
murmuring break out among their ranks.

	As he turned, exposing himself to the class, he heard things like,
"Bloody hell," and "Holy shit," and other expressions of disbelief.  It
took a moment before he realized none of it had anything to do with him.
Instead all eyes were turned toward the fourth year student Rodney, who sat
smiling, accepting the admiration of the first years.  Trevor leaned
forward to see what had drawn everyone's attention.  He gasped himself as
he saw the huge tube of flesh that hung down in Rodney's lap.

	"As I said," Professor Parker began, an unmistakable note of
amusement in his voice, "Mr Wooley offers us a unique opportunity to see
how male development can differ dramatically between members of the
species.  I caution you not to consider his particular endowment as
average, so as not to expect the same growth for yourselves."

	Rodney smiled at all the first years, clearly proud of the
attention his huge cock was getting.  Though gay, Trevor couldn't say he
found it particularly appealing, even if it was remarkable.  He knew that
there were those who would salivate seeing such a thing, but he preferred
something a bit more manageable, thinking anything longer than his own was
something of a waste.  He could barely take four inches fully into his
mouth, and doubted he could accommodate anything as big as the fourth
year's monster.

	"Most of you will already know that Mr Stokes, here, prefers
to... remove his pubic hairs."  As all eyes turned towards him, Professor
Parker continued, "Will you please stand up, Mr Stokes?"  Trevor stood as
requested.  Looking to his right, he saw the three older students looking
at his crotch with wide eyes, the third year, Nicholas, quietly swearing.
"You should all know that many men prefer to do the same.  One can easily
tell by the size of Mr Stoke's penis and testicles that he is as fully
developed as any young man his age, as again most of you already know."

	Despite all the attention his pubic area was now getting, Trevor
noticed absolutely no arousal.  His cock didn't so much as stir, like it
would have if he was receiving the same attention in the shower, at the
pool, or in the dorm.

	"This being the case," Professor Parker went on, "I am hoping that
another first year student might be willing to offer his services as a
supplemental model, so that, along with genital growth, we might also have
an example of average pubic hair growth on boys of your age."

	"Here, sir."  Shocked to hear anyone so quickly volunteer, Trevor
looked down to see Quentin holding his hand in the air.  For the first time
all day, Trevor could feel blood beginning to flow towards his lower
regions, as well as a flow of pride and gratitude filling his chest.

	"Thank you, Mr Slaterey," Professor Parker smiled.  "We certainly
have been blessed with so many brave first year students this year.  If you
would, please, come up to the stage and stand between Mr Stokes and Mr
Moorehouse.  I'm sorry I haven't another stool, but once we begin, you
won't find it necessary.  Oh, and please remove your clothes.  May he his
hang his garments on the chair with yours, Mr Stokes?"

	"T-that's fine, sir," Trevor replied, surprised to have been asked.
In short order, Quentin stood beside Trevor naked.  By this time, Quentin
and Teddy were the only two of the six boys on stage with erections.

	"Yes, that will do nicely," Professor Parker nodded.  "As you can
all see, not only is there a clear procession of genital length and girth,
but also in the amount of pubic hair among the boys just one year apart."
He paused and then added, "Of course, when Mr Wooley was still in his
second year, his size was more likely the exception that proved the rule.
It won't be long before young Mr Pendleton begins to exhibit rapid growth
in all these areas.

	"As I'm sure you'll remember," Professor Parker then said in a
clearly instructional tone, "the first time we did such a comparison, we
employed not only sight, but touch as well.  We will do the same today.
Models, please step forward to the edge of the stage.  Class, form a line
at the far end, and as you move along the row, very gently use your hand to
examine each subject.  Note especially the size and weight of the
testicles, as well as the length and girth of the penis."

	Before the first hand reached him, Trevor's cock had quickly
inflated to it's full length.  Looking down the line, he saw that all of
his fellow models were in the same the state.  As boys felt him up and then
moved on, he saw the older boys give some of them a wink and a smile as
tentative hands reached out to handle longer cocks and hairier nuts than
most of them had ever even seen.

	Not able to resist, Trevor looked to his right to see the boys'
reactions as they reached Rodney.  His best estimate of Rodney's erect
length was something like nine or ten inches.  He truly hoped Rodney was
straight, presuming there would be some very lucky lady out there who could
appreciate such deep penetration.  He and Quentin had engaged in anal sex,
and he found he could enjoy having Quentin's five inches thrusting into
him.  Though he'd heard that some gay men longed for huge cocks up their
asses, he couldn't conceive having anything that long inserted into
himself, much less liking it.

	Looking up a bit, he noticed that Quentin was looking at him.  He
smiled in response as they were both fondled by classmates.  As far as he
was concerned, Quentin had a perfect cock, both for sucking and fucking.
Trevor felt a flood of emotion towards his friend, who had immediately
offered to expose himself in class because of Trevor's propensity for a
bald pubis.  He wondered if Quentin hadn't been so quick to offer his
services, if any of his other classmates would have done.

	Speaking of his fellow classmates, he noticed that, unlike the
first comparison lesson Professor Parker had held, this one seemed to allow
more of a free-style approach.  He noticed that his classmates didn't
simply give his balls a quick feel and move on.  Some very blatantly took
hold of his cock, stroking him several times before moving on.  He could
tell by Teddy's delighted giggles that the same was happening to him.  It
wasn't long before the unauthorized, but unquestionably enjoyable, penile
manipulation began to stimulate Trevor far beyond what he presumed the
parameters of the day's lesson required.

	"Stop!" Trevor shouted, looking down at the shocked face of Conner
Bowen, who had slid his foreskin back a couple times, and currently held it
back, exposing his dick head.  Trevor looked up, and saw Professor Parker
walking quickly over to stand in front of the stage.  Even that sight
wasn't enough to stop the inevitable, and Trevor shivered as his cock began
to spew over Connor's hand.  Connor quickly pulled back, but nothing could
stop Trevor's orgasm, and two more strong spurts shot out of his cock,
nearly landing on some of the closest boys.  The last few drops dribbling
out, sliding down his shaft onto his tight scrotum.

	Though he rarely felt cumming in front of his classmates
embarrassing anymore, for some reason he wasn't quite as comfortable as he
normally was when it happened in the shower room.  Shouting as he had
ensured that every other person in the room was looking at him, while cum
dripped off the end of his slowly receding cock onto the wooden floor.
Teddy, being the horny kid that he was, giggled while taking hold of his
own hard cock and stroking it a few times.

	"That will be enough of that, Mr Pendleton," Professor Parker
warned him.  "Please don't force me to reconsider my opinion of your
intellectual maturity."  Turning towards the room in general, he said,
"Surely no one in this room is surprised by Mr Stokes' reaction to the
physical stimuli he's been enduring." Professor Parker held out a container
of wet wipes to Trevor.  "I dare say the same may happen to another, or
several, of our models before we finish.  Are you all right to continue, Mr
Stokes, or would you rather step down?  I would count your contribution
today as a complete lesson."

	"No, I'm all right, sir," Trevor replied, wiping his crotch with a
moist towelette, and feeling a bit more confident now.  In fact he wondered
if anything could possibly make him feel shy again.  He even enjoyed some
approving nods from the three older boys as he added, "It's not like it
didn't feel good.  It just felt... well... too good, I reckon."  For the
first time in his recollection, Trevor heard Professor Parker laugh out
loud, and so infectiously that all the boys in the room joined in, even the
nude boys on stage.

	"Well, Mr Stokes, I may have to give you extra points for your
refreshing candor," Professor Parker smiled.  "Gentlemen, please continue."

	Trevor hissed as Connor again reached up and touched his tight
balls and sensitized cock, smiling up at him before he moved along to
Quentin.  After two more boys handled him, and his cock had again
stiffened, he heard a barely audible "Oh yesss" from his right, and turned
to see Quentin with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.  Looking down
just in time, he saw a rope of cum shoot out of Quentin's dick.  Daniel
Nelson, the only American student in the school, rather than backing off,
pumped Quentin's cock fast and hard, eliciting another three good shots.
Quentin had placed his hands on his buttocks, as if using them to push his
crotch forward.

	Trevor knew that if this had been the shower room, Daniel would
most likely be swallowing Quentin's emission, as he'd seen both boys do for
each other quite often.  Even now he could see Daniel looking at Quentin's
dripping cock with longing, as if he'd like to step forward and clean it
with his mouth.  Perhaps in an attempt to forestall such a demonstration,
Professor Parker handed Quentin the cannister of towelettes.  Taking it
from him instead, Daniel pulled out two of the pre-moistend towels, and
then reached up to clean Quentin's crotch.  Professor Parker simply shook
his head and walked away.  Quentin closed his eyes again and bit on his
bottom lip as Daniel gently and thoroughly cleaned him up.  Before Daniel
moved to the second year student, Quentin was as erect as he'd been before
cumming.

	Trevor was dangerously close to another climax just as the last boy
in line moved from his crotch to Quentin's.  Knowing he was only a few
strokes from cumming again, he turned to his left and saw Teddy with his
hairless dick in his hand.  Turning toward the younger boy, they looked at
each other for a moment, understanding passing between them, and each
reached out to take hold of the other's cock.

	The boys who had finished examining all the models gathered to
watch Trevor and Teddy.  As they both noticed the audience, Teddy whispered
to Trevor to rub his bum.  As he did so, Teddy reached over and began
rubbing Trevor's shaven pubic region, mumbling about how smooth and soft it
felt.  That was all it took, and Trevor moaned as he again felt himself
cumming while being handled by another boy in a ridiculously short period
of time.  Teddy then let loose with a very powerful jet of white goo,
having not yet cum as Trevor had.

	Once his head cleared, Trevor suddenly realized just where they
were, and he felt panic rising in his chest as he noticed the moist
towelettes being handed to him.  He turned to see Professor Parker fix him
with a look.  It didn't look anything like anger, or even disapproval, but
it was certainly meant as an unspoken reprimand.

	"I-I'm sorry, s-s-sir," Trevor stammered as he pulled out the
towels.  "It was just... I was just so... close, and I... I-I mean, we..."

	"Yes, I understand, Mr Stokes," Professor Parker smiled
indulgently.  "And though it may have been unintended, you have allowed us
to see that Mr Pendleton has been developing as well.  For instance, I can
see that his emissions are no longer clear, giving evidence that his
testicles are producing sperm."  He held the towels out to Teddy, who took
a couple and began wiping himself, smiling the entire time, apparently
incapable of embarrassment.  In fact, he appeared quite proud of himself.
Trevor noticed as well that Teddy's thin dick hadn't even softened since
his orgasm, whereas his had basically shriveled as soon as he saw Professor
Parker standing in front of him.

	After taking some questions from the class, most of which concerned
Rodney and his massive cock, the boys were instructed to dress, finishing
just as the bell rang, signaling the end of class.  The three older boys
followed the first years from the classroom.  Normally the third and fourth
years had their lunch during the previous period, but since they had
volunteered for Professor Parker's class, they walked along with the other
boys to the dining hall.

	Trevor, who was chatting with a few friends, suddenly heard
footsteps trotting up behind him.  He turned to see the seventeen year old
third year Nicholas Moorehouse, running to catch him up.

	"Hey, mate," Nicholas said, a bit winded, "Trevor, isn't it?"

	"Yeah," Trevor nodded," and you're Nicholas, right?"

	"Yeah, but call me Nick," the older boy said.  "Only my father and
the teachers here call me Nicholas."  He paused for a moment, then
obviously being cautious, asked quietly, "Can I ask you summat?"  When
Trevor offered a shrug and a nod, Nick said, "You don't... you don't have
any... y'know..." Trevor saw Nick's eyes flick downward towards his crotch
just for a moment.  "You don't have any hair around your cock."

	"Nope," Trevor explained, "I shave them off."

	"Yeah, ol' Parker said," Nick nodded, his eyes widening.  "Why?"

	"I just like the way it feels," Trevor said.  "And I think I look
better without them."

	"Yeah, it looks wicked," Nick said, and then suddenly checked
himself, as if he'd given something away he wished he could take back.  "I
mean, it's brilliant that you don't care about being bald down there."  As
they neared the dining hall, Nick took Trevor by the upper arm, gently
steering him away from the doors as the other boys filed past.  "Can I ask
you summat else?"

	"I suppose," Trevor smiled, both being charmed by the hint of
Yorkshire in the older boy's speech, and somewhat chuffed that he had so
obviously piqued his curiosity.

	"Do you guys in first year," he lowered his voice even further, "do
you ever, y'know, mess around with each other?"

	Employing an expression used quite often by his American classmate,
Trevor looked at Nick and said simply, "Duh!"  Seeing Nick's eyes widen
more, he added, "We do it all the time, mate.  Don't you guys?"

	Nick smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah, most of us do."  Then his eyes
narrowed a bit, and he said, "Do guys like messing with you, y'know, being
all bare down there and all.  Only, I ain't done anything with a boy who
didn't have hair since I was in first year, and that was just cause a lot
of them din't.  I always thought it was brill, though."

	"Well, some of the guys have told me they really like it," Trevor
said, trying to sound casual, even though Nick's interest in his lack of
hair and his sex life was causing him to stiffen up a bit.  "Some don't
care one way or the other.  They just want to get off, y'know.  But yeah,
some guys always rub me down there when they suck me."

	"I sure would," Nick said quietly.  He suddenly looked shocked as
if he couldn't believe he'd said it out loud.  "I mean, if I was in your
class.  I'm sure you aren't wantin' to mess around with a third year."  He
paused.  When Trevor offered no reply, he added, "Would you?"

	Trevor felt a rush of adrenaline course through his body.  He'd
never considered sex play with any of the older students.  Now he came to
think about it, he couldn't deny that Nick was attractive.  He had, of
course, noticed that he had what looked like about 15 centimeter erection,
and a full growth of pubic hair, though nothing like Rodney, whose pubes
completely concealed his balls.

	"I n-never have," Trevor said, quickly raving at himself for
stuttering.  Trying to compose himself, he went on, "I mean, it would
depend, I guess."

	"You wouldn't have to do anything," Nick said quickly, putting
aside all pretense.  "I just wanted... I mean, I just thought that maybe
you'd... you'd like it if I... if I sucked your dick."

	Having earlier thought his conversation with Professor Parker was
the most bizarre of his life, Trevor couldn't even find an adjective to
describe this current interaction.  He couldn't believe that this boy, at
least two years his senior, was at sizes and sevens, looking at him with
such obvious longing.  He felt at once powerful and vulnerable.  Powerful
because he knew he had every right to simply say no, but vulnerable because
if he said yes, he wasn't sure what the older boy might ask him to do.

	But looking into Nick's eyes, he saw nothing there that suggested
he might be pushed into anything he didn't want to do.  And surely Nick
knew that if he tried to force the younger boy into involuntary anal sex,
or anything like that, Trevor could easily report him, as all the first
years had been encouraged to do should they be so attacked.  No doubt Nick
and his classmates had received the same lecture in their first year.

	And not to be ignored was the fact that Trevor's trousers were
doing a piss poor job of concealing the erection that had sprung up while
Nick spoke to him.  He imagined the bragging he'd be able to do after the
fact, telling his mates how a third year boy had sucked him off.  He wasn't
a pig.  He'd not mention the name of the older boy, but he knew his
classmates would be impressed that he'd managed to pull a seventeen year
old, all because of his lack of pubic hair.

	"You wouldn't have to do it back," Nick spoke again, defining the
parameters of the encounter.  "You probably wouldn't want to anyway.  I'm
kinda hairy, but I guess you saw that."  Trevor was beginning to find
Nick's proposition irresistible.

	"Where could we go, y'know, to do it?"  Trevor asked, wondering if
Nick had thought that far ahead.  "Could we meet in a lavatory?"

	"I'd rather not," Nick shook his head.  "I'd like it if you would
get totally naked... I mean... if that's all right with you."  Trevor knew
exactly what Nick meant.  He'd never much enjoyed a pants-around-the-knees
blow job, preferring instead the sorts of encounters he'd enjoyed in the
shower, despite the lack of privacy.  He preferred to be unencumbered by
clothing.

	"Yeah, that's all right," he assured Nick.  "But where can we do
it, then?"

	"I have an idea," Nick said, thoughtfully.  "It likely won't be
until after the Christmas hols, though.  Tell you what, I'll get a note to
you when we all get back."  He thought for a moment, and then said, "Do you
know Mark Gainer in second year?"

	"I know who he is," Trevor replied, "but I've never really spoken
with him much."

	"That's OK," Nick nodded.  "I can get him to give you my note, like
at lunch or at the pool or summat.  Then you can tell him what to tell me."

	"All right," Trevor smiled.  It all seemed like a lot of work to do
something he and his classmates were able to do as a matter of course.
He'd grown so used to simply being able to strip off and share a blow job
with another boy, making no attempt to hide his nudity or activities.  But
he knew such separation between the younger and older boys was intended for
his protection, and that of the entire first year.  The pool shower room
served as the only accepted location for interactions between first and
second years, though oddly, any boy could actually enjoy a classmate in or
around the pool itself, as many did.  Absolutely no third or fourth years
were permitted anywhere near the area when the lower grades had pool
privileges.

	"Reckon we'd best get summat to eat," Nick smiled, playfully
ruffling Trevor's hair, as older boys often do to younger ones.  The two
made their way into the room, Nick splitting off to join the older boys,
and Trevor finding an empty seat among his friends.

	All thorough the Christmas and New Year break, Trevor made it a
point to shave every other day, making sure to search for any errant hairs
growing from his balls, his dick, or between his scrotum and his arsehole.
Late one night just after returning to school, Trevor and Quentin made
their way to the old classroom that everyone knew was used to store, among
other things, those curious devices from Health Class that so widely spread
a boy's arse open for multiple explorations by multiple "explorers."  While
preparing to fuck Quentin, he had seen that his mate had begun sprouting
hairs around his rosebud sphincter.  Later, feeling beneath himself for
similar growth, he was disappointed to find at least several hairs there.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could never manage to remove them all
with the thin, battery-powered trimmer that worked so efficiently on his
wrinkled scrotum and sensitive shaft.  And there was no way he would make
the attempt with the razor.  The time had come, he decided, for desperate
measures.

	"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

	Trevor felt his heart sink, disappointed, but not surprised, by his
best friend's response.  "I just don't like having hair down there," he
tried to explain.  The only way he could conceive of making his arsehole
totally hairless was to recruit a willing friend.

	"Look, mate," Quentin said, turning toward Trevor on the damp
bleacher, no longer even attempting to follow the footy match being played
on the muddy pitch.  "I think it's brilliant that you want to keep yourself
bald down there, but I think you're becoming a bit obsessed.  You shave
your crotch, you shave your dick, you shave your balls.  Hell, now you even
shave your legs!  Let's say we give your arsehole a miss, though, eh?"

	Trevor didn't even try to argue.  He knew everything Quentin said
was true.  Though no one had ever ridiculed Trevor for shaving his pubes in
the shower, he'd endured endless ribbing the first time he shaved his
calves and ankles, mostly because he had to do it sitting on the floor.
There was, after all, no place where he could rest a foot to raise his leg
high enough.  It worked in his favor from time to time, however, as more
than one boy realized he was in an ideal position to perform fellatio.

	"Besides," Quentin reasoned, "it's not like the hair gets in the
way."  He threw an arm over Trevor's shoulders.  "Not for me, anyway.  I
love ya, Trev, but I'm not gonna shave your chute."

	A week and a half after returning from Christmas, Trevor was
stripping off in the pool house changing room, when Mark Gainer stepped up
and handed him an envelope, explaining it was from Nick Moorehouse.  He
waited until he was alone in the changing room before opening the note.
          ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hey there, Smoothie,

I think I have a pretty good idea where we can have some privacy. It's hard
to explain, though, if you've never been there.  I think it might be better
if we meet someplace and I could show you the way.  The best time is
probably after dinner, either Friday or Saturday.

Just tell Mark yes or no, and he'll let me know.  Oops.  Tell him which
day, too.

Hope you still want to.  Nick

P.S.  You should probably tear this note up and flush it down the commode.
          ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Trevor read the note three times before shoving it into the pocket
of his trousers.  The sheer naughtiness of the idea ensured he walked out
to pool stiff as a pike, much to the amusement of his mates who'd been
waiting for him.  They wondered aloud what he could have possibly been
doing that prevented him from beating down his engorged cock before showing
himself to everyone else.

	"Leave off, you lot," Teddy Pendleton said to the raucous group of
boys, several of whom were also boned up.  "I think he looks great."
Smiling broadly, he walked up to Trevor, took hold of his stiff cock like
he was shaking a hand, and said, "Good to see you, mate."

	"Good to see you, too, luv," Trevor smiled, greeting Teddy's hard
dick in the same manner.  All the boys laughed and the group broke up.
Soon they were all swimming, splashing, and dunking one another, as boys
will do in water.

	Some two hours later, Trevor stood under a warm shower, his hands
behind his head and his hips thrust forward, as Daniel Nelson sucked on his
throbbing cock.  Daniel was merely returning the favor, Trevor having
serviced the American's circumcised dick moments before.  Though he hadn't
seen many, Trevor found he liked the look of Daniel's cut cock.  He'd
suggested more than once that Daniel try shaving off his pubes as well,
thinking the result would be quite attractive.  Daniel replied that, having
waited long enough for his pubes to grow, being probably the last to grow
any before Trevor, he wasn't about to shave them off.  Still, Trevor
noticed that Daniel was one of the boys who seemed to enjoy sliding his
hand over the area where Trevor's pubes should have been while sucking him
off.

	Since it was a Saturday, and most of the teachers and staff
virtually vanished at the weekend, the boys decided through common consent
that they would simply stroll back to their dormitories clad only in what
God gave them.  Carrying hastily assembled bundles, the boys ran the short
distance through the cold January air from the pool house to the dorms.

	Once inside, the second years bid their farewells, splitting off
towards their own quarters, and the first years continued their journey to
their own.  As expected, no teacher, or any other adult, had spotted them,
and the boys laughed to feel so deliciously sexy, traipsing about in the
nude, totally unsupervised and unpenalized.  It seemed as if none of them
had made the entire journey without displaying obvious evidence of arousal.

	Once they all entered the first year dorm, boys very quickly began
pairing off, all apparently desperate to relieve the sexual tension that
always followed a few hours of swimming in the nude.  Everyone seemed even
more excited on that particular day, perhaps due to the impromptu
bare-arsed stroll from pool house to dorm.  Despite having so recently
deposited a rather generous load down Daniel Nelson's throat, Trevor was
feeling as randy as ever.  He grabbed hold of Quentin's hand, intending to
throw him down on his own bed and kneel between his legs, vacuuming his
cock into his mouth as deeply as he could.

	Just as they'd taken about two steps, they found their way blocked
by Paul and Teddy.

	"Teddy wants to know if we could share," Paul said, rolling his
eyes as he so often did when trying to explain his young lover's somewhat
unorthodox proclivities, as if anything the first years did sexually could
be called orthodox.

	"I wanna suck Trevor," Teddy piped up, crystalizing Paul's rather
terse request.  "I always get hair in my mouth.  I wanna try sucking Trevor
cause he's bald like me."

	Clearly presuming it meant that he would get sucked by Paul,
Quentin replied quickly, "Sounds good to me."

	Surprised that enough blood remained in his brain to fuel the
thought, Trevor said, "But you sucked me before, Teddy."

	"Yeah, but that was ages ago," Teddy whined.  "I want to again."

	Not being totally stupid, Trevor simply smiled and nodded, and soon
all four boys made their way to Quentin's bed.  He and Quentin sat on the
edge while Paul knelt between Quentin's thighs, and Teddy did the same with
Trevor.  As he felt Teddy's warm mouth engulf his straining cock, he looked
over at Quentin, who winked at him before falling onto his back, clearly
pleased with Paul's lips now sliding on his five incher.  Trevor remained
upright, watching young Teddy sliding his mouth up and down on his own
pulsing cock.

	It was nearly dinner time before all four boys finally nearly
collapsed from exhaustion, having cum multiple times in the mouths or hands
of one another, in various combinations.  While the three older boys seemed
incapable of achieving another erection, the insatiable Teddy was as hard
as ever.  Without even asking, he climbed up onto the bed, straddling
Trevor's chest, his little boner rubbing on Trevor's lips.

	"Might as well suck him, mate," Paul said, his voice hoarse from
fatigue.  "He won't piss off until you do."

	Though many of the first year boys harbored a particular lust for
the little boy in their midst, Trevor had always been a bit ambivalent
about it.  Not that he didn't find Teddy attractive, or his hairless dick
intriguing.  Still, he would have never initiated any sort of sexual
encounter, feeling it would be somewhat indecent to do so.  But since it
was Teddy making the advance, with the clear approval of the older boy who
was know to all as the younger's boyfriend, he felt no qualms about letting
little Teddy stick his four inch cocklet into his mouth.  He had to agree
with Teddy that it was nice not having to contend with hair tickling his
nose or sneaking into his mouth.

	Trevor quickly found that all he had to do was keep his lips
tightly closed on Teddy's dick.  The younger boy did the rest of the work,
effectively fucking Trevor's mouth with ever increasing speed.  Having
nowhere else to put them, Trevor reached his hands behind the boy and began
caressing his small soft bum.  This seemed to energize the boy, and soon he
was rabbit fucking Trevor's face.

	While this was taking place, Trevor felt a warm hand sliding over
his shaven abdomen.  He couldn't have said whose hand it was, since all he
could see was Teddy's hairless pubic mound drawing closer and pulling away
as the young boy continued thrusting his stiff, thin cock into Trevor's
mouth.  Feeling Teddy's arse muscles tighten, Trevor prepared himself to
receive young Teddy's load.  He was surprised to find that it tasted
saltier than he remembered from the one other time he'd sucked both him and
Paul.  Then he remembered Professor Parker commenting on how Teddy had
matured sexually, noting the whiteness of his cum, or as the teacher had
put it, "his emission."

	Finally spent, Teddy rolled off of Trevor, wiggling about to
squeeze himself between three older boys on the too-small bed.  Licking his
lips, savoring the taste of Teddy's boy juice, Trevor closed his eyes, just
barely aware of a hand again sliding on his shaven pubic area.  Soon all
sensory awareness gave way to a restful feeling of bliss, as he surrendered
consciousness and allowed his mind to drift off.


HAIRLESS -- PART THREE

	Trevor woke, feeling just a bit bewildered, and not at all ready to
get out of bed.  He raised his arm and squinted at his watch.  5:30.  What
a ridiculous time to wake up.  He'd have two hours before he could even get
a cuppa in the dining hall.  It was still dark outside, but for some reason
someone had turned on the lights in the dorm.

	Suddenly becoming aware of a heaviness over his middle, Trevor
tried to turn over.  Being unable to do so, he lifted his head to find
Teddy Pendleton using his naked mid section as a pillow, his face lying
directly on top of his cock, which remained uncharacteristically soft.

	The events of yesterday afternoon began to play out in his mind,
the acrobatics of his four-way sex sessions largely explaining why he still
felt tired.  Then Trevor looked at his watch again.  As he remembered,
Quentin, Paul, Teddy and he had begun their rather pornographic lovemaking
well before dinner time.  How could he have possibly slept through all the
way until the next morning?  And where had Quentin and Paul vanished to?
Trevor felt his empty stomach growl, suddenly aware of a very nice smell
permeating the room.

	He was just about to shake Teddy awake when he heard a voice say,
"Well, would you look who's up."  Teddy raised his head to see Quentin and
Paul both walking towards him.  Both boys were still, or again, nude, but
not aroused.

	"Why didn't you wake me?" Trevor complained, his voice sounding
scratchy and dry.  "I missed dinner, and it's a couple hours till
breakfast."

	"Mate, we all missed dinner," Paul laughed.  "But I'm afraid
breakfast closer to fourteen hours away.  What time do you think it is?"
Trevor looked at his watch again.  He hadn't paid any attention to the
small AM/PM subdial, and now he realized it was 5:30 in the evening.

	"It's still Saturday, though, yeah?" Trevor asked, not at all sure
what the answer would be.

	"Yeah, mate," Quentin chuckled.  "But you two better get your arses
out of bed if you want any pizza.  It's going fast."

	"Where'd you get pizza?" Trevor, now able to identify what he
smelled before. He watched Paul begin shaking Teddy to wake him.

	"We ordered it, didn't we." Quentin shrugged.  "By the way, if you
plan to eat, you owe Daniel three quid."

	"And they delivered it here?" Trevor further inquired.

	"Sure did," Quentin smiled broadly.  "We told them where the back
door was, and Daniel and me went down down to get it."

	"Naked," Paul huffed, now physically pulling Teddy off of Trevor's
crotch, while the younger boy whined to be left to sleep.

	"You answered the door naked?" Trevor couldn't believe what he was
hearing.

	"Yep," Quentin giggled.  "Daniel said we gave the guy a whole new
meaning of the word `tip.'  Him especially, since his shows."

	Once they'd finally managed to rouse Teddy, which wasn't hard after
he understood that there was pizza, they made their way to the common room.
Apparently no one had bothered to dress for dinner, and naked boys lounged
about, watched TV and ate pizza.  Trevor found Daniel and promised him he'd
remember the three pounds.

	"Yeah, I can see you didn't bring your wallet," Daniel laughed,
looking around at Trevor's arse.  "It's all right, I know where you live.
But you better move that hot arse of yours if you want to get any," he
added.

	Trevor walked away, wiggling his arse at Daniel, who pantomimed a
swoon.  He knew Daniel and Thomas Rigby had something of a thing going, but
like most of the other boys, neither let it stand in the way of a nice blow
job or hand job.  It was an interesting dynamic among the first years at
Chesterton.  A bit of sex meant very little, but things like confidences
and loyalty could bind two boys in a way that sex never could.  Many of the
boys loved each other, but Trevor knew of no one who was actually "in
love."

	Just as he'd been thinking of the all the boys he'd been intimate
with in one way or another (and he had to admit the number was formidable),
he suddenly remembered that he hadn't responded to Nick's missive.  He'd
let the second years go their way without asking Mark to relay a message.
There was nothing for it but to wait until morning, and then hope to catch
either Nick or Mark after chapel or at breakfast.

	Trevor felt an arm wrap around him from behind, and a crotch press
against his bare bum, as a someone whispered into his ear, "Trev, I'm so
horny tonight.  Can I fuck you, please?"  Quentin's hand slid down until it
rested on Trevor's shaved patch.

	"You know it," Trevor whispered back.

	Ten minutes later, Trevor was up on his knees in Quentin's bed, his
head resting on a pillow between his forearms, rocking back and forth as
Quentin thrust again and again into Trevor's willing arse.  He'd just begun
to feel a wetness inside as he heard one of the other boys, who must have
just walked into the dorm, say to his mates, "Blimey, and some of us only
got pizza tonight."

	The sun had just risen as Trevor sat in the chapel yawning, waiting
for the 8:00 AM service to begin.  The hard wooden pew was not particulary
comfortable, his arse just slighty sore from a Quentin's double fuck the
night before.  Quentin had got off easy, since no amount of wanking or
sucking could reinvigorate Trevor's spent cock after he'd had one go in
Quentin's bum.

	The boys all stood as the choir processed into the chapel, followed
by the chaplain.  As they passed, Trevor suddenly noticed Nick go by in his
choir robes.  Until that moment, Trevor had never noticed the third year
was a chorister.  The rest of the service passed with Trevor never really
hearing the lessons, so focused was he on the older boy.

	Following services, Trevor and his classmates made their way to the
dining hall, filled their trays with eggs, sausage and toast, and sat down
to eat.  Just as he made it to his seat, Trevor saw Nick enter the hall
with a group of third years.  As he passed by, Trevor gave him a small wave
and a smile.  Nick smiled back warmly, giving him a nod.

	All through breakfast, Trevor kept glancing across the hall,
occasionally catching Nick's eye.  He finished eating quickly, and made a
show of collecting his tray and carrying it to the window where it would be
picked up by the dishwashers.  Then he made it a point to walk past Nick's
table as he made his way to the door of the hall.  Before stepping out into
the foyer, he turned around and saw Nick moving quickly to dispose of his
tray.  Trevor walked down the stairs into the wide front entrance hall,
stepping up to the windowed front doors, as if simply taking in the beauty
of the bright, cold January morning.

	"Morning, Trevor," he heard from behind him.  Turning, he saw Nick
just reaching the bottom step.  "How are you today?"

	"I'm all right," Trevor smiled.  "I was hoping I'd see you.  I
didn't know you were in the choir."

	"For three years now," Nick said proudly.  "I love to sing."

	"That's nice," Trevor said.  "Can we talk here?"

	"Probably not a good idea," Nick shook his head.  "You fancy a
walk?"  When Trevor said yes, both boys returned to their dorms to get
heavy jackets, and then met once more at the front door, stepping out into
the frosty air. "So, can I assume you'd like to try what we talked about?"

	"Definitely," Trevor replied enthusiastically.  "Can you tell me
where?"

	"Naw, but I'll show you," Nick said cryptically.  "I think you'll
be surprised.  Can you meet me on Friday night?"  The boys made plans to
meet Friday at 8:00, just outside the chapel.

	The week seemed to crawl by for Trevor, and even Professor Parker's
Health Class had taken a boring turn into theory, and focused on health
concerns other than sexuality.  He tried his best to learn about good diet,
exercise, and the like, but his heart wasn't really in it.  It seemed that
the more stimulating lessons were now a thing of the past, though Professor
Parker assured them that more of what they'd learned with the help of life
models would be revisited, in order to prepare them for final exams.

	After what seemed like an eternity, the days finally passed until
Trevor sat with his friends at dinner on Friday evening.  When Nick walked
past his table, Trevor gave him a nod to assure him he'd be at the chapel
at 8:00 PM.

	"Hey, Trev," Quentin said to him as they left the dining hall, "the
guys are gonna watch that new Avengers film in the common room.  Wanna see
it?"

	"Nah," Trevor replied.  "I'm gonna meet up with a third year guy.
He's said he'll help me with my calculus."

	"On Friday night?" Quentin asked, clearly shocked that anyone would
consider such a thing.

	"It's the only night he's free, and I really need the help," Trevor
lied, a feat made easier by the fact he'd been practicing the deception all
week.  He was ready to answer any question Quentin might ask.

	"Suit yerself," Quentin shrugged, heading off toward the dormitory.

	Glad that it was easier than expected, Trevor made his way toward
the chapel.  He still had about half an hour, but the chapel was a free
area for anyone who might want indulge in some private reflection or
prayer.  He knew that if anyone saw him waiting outside the door, he would
simply need to step inside and sit in a pew.

	He needn't have worried, however, as he saw no one in the halls
until he reached the chapel doors themselves.  Nick was already waiting for
him, a huge smile on his face.

	"You're early," Nick said as Trevor approached.  "I got here a
little while ago.  I just wanted to make sure the coast was clear."  He
fixed Trevor with a serious look.  "You sure you want to... you know?"

	"Only if you call me Smoothie," Trevor teased.

	"I'll call you anything you like, mate," Nick smiled again.  "OK,
follow me."  Nick opened the chapel door and led Trevor inside.  The place
was quite dark, only small lights near the floor illuminated the aisles.
Nick led him up a side aisle, into the choir and then beyond it.  Through a
stone archway Trevor saw a winding stone staircase, every other step lit as
the aisles were.  He followed Nick to the top, where there was a wooden
door.  Nick pushed the door open and ushered Trevor inside, closing the
door behind them.  Trevor could hear a lock click.

	The room was nearly pitch black, with only a little ambient light
entering through two small, high windows.  However, Nick flipped a switch
and a pair of desk lamps came on.

	"This is the choir master's office," Nick explained.  "He hardly
ever uses it though, and he doesn't live at the school, so Friday and
Saturday nights are great up here."

	"Won't anyone see the lights on through the windows," Trevor asked
nervously.

	"Not a chance," Nick assured him.  They both face out towards the
woods.  You can't even see them from anywhere else in the school.  "So, can
I see you again?  I been dreaming about seeing you naked, and all that
smooth skin."

	The longing in Nick's eyes made Trevor feel sexy all over again.
He took his time, pulling his jumper over his head, kicking off his shoes,
pulling off the socks, unbuttoning his shirt.  He heard Nick gasp as he
opened the shirt, exposing his bare chest, and then letting it fall to the
floor.  He unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers, sliding the zip down
to reveal his bright white y-fronts, already bulging with his firm
erection.  Once he'd stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside, he
slipped his thumbs into the waistband of briefs, and bent to slide them
down his legs.  Standing again, he stepped out of them a kicked them aside
as well.

	He spread his legs and held out his arms, delighting in the look on
Nick's face.  He stood still as Nick stepped toward him, and began to slide
his hands all over Trevor's slim torso.  Trevor closed his eyes, allowing
himself to be caressed, fondled and adored.  Nick kept whispering things
like "so beautiful" and "so smooth."  Standing behind Trevor, he wrapped
his arms around the younger boy's bare chest and began pulling him
backwards.  Stepping around, Nick indicated a small sofa Trevor hadn't
known was there.  Trevor sat down, throwing his arms over the back of the
sofa and spreading his legs wide.

	This seemed to be all the invitation Nick needed.  The older teen
dropped to his knees, and he reached out take hold of Trevor's hard cock.
He slid the foreskin up and down, leaning in to gently lick the sensitive
head.  Trevor brought his hands down, holding onto Nick's head, shivering
from the tongue lashing.  Then without a word being spoken, Nick sucked
Trevor's cock into his mouth.

	Trevor had been sucked many times before, but there was something
new about what Nick was doing.  He became aware that his entire cock was in
Nick's mouth, and he was sure that it was Nick's throat he was feeling on
his dick head.  Nick used his hand to pull Trevor's foreskin down further,
exposing more of the skin beneath to his tongue and lips.

	"Oh fuck, Nick, that's awesome," Trevor gasped.  "Oh, man I've
never been sucked like this before."  Clearly spurred on by Trevor's
appreciative assessment, Nick began to bob up and down in a smooth rhythm.
Occasionally he would hum, making his throat, and Trevor's cock, vibrate.
Trevor actually began whimpering, so overcome was he by Nick's expert
treatment.  "Oh, fuck, Nick," he said, "I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna come so
hard."

	Suddenly Trevor became aware of Nick's finger tickling his
arsehole, adding yet another overpowering sensation, and pushing Trevor
beyond endurance.  With an animalistic shout, he started thrusting his hips
as his orgasm hit him force he'd never known.  Despite the countless times
he'd cum into the mouth of another boy, he'd never known the orgasmic bliss
that hit him in that moment.  It felt like he had an endless supply of cum
that he kept pumping into Nick's warm, wet maw.

	It was, however, far from endless.  Slowly, Trevor began to descend
from the height of his ecstasy, becoming aware of his surroundings a little
bit at a time as his focus began to widen beyond just his cock.  He became
increasingly aware of the fact that he now felt more naked than he ever had
before, more than in the dormitory shower, more than in a bed with three
other boys, more than walking outside in the cold with his mates, more even
than standing nude on Professor Parker's stage.  For some reason, he felt
as if his very soul was naked to the gaze of the seventeen year old, who
still held his dick in his mouth, refusing to allow it to soften.

	Without warning, Nick began sucking Trevor again.  While it still
felt incredible, Trevor was able to be more present to the moment this
second time.  This time he didn't cry out or try to speak.  As Nick rubbed
his lower abdomen, Trevor slide his own hands over his bare chest.  Once
more, as if knowing Trevor was on the edge, Nick reached underneath and
fingered the boy's tight, pink pucker, and once more, Trevor rewarded him
with another load of his boy juice, albeit a smaller load.

	As he lay back gasping for breath, he was partially aware of Nick
standing up and then sitting beside him.  He felt a hand once more sliding
over the shaven skin above his softening dick.  Nick was so gentle, and he
seemed to delight in making gooseflesh rise all over Trevor's body, as he
shivered with the feeling.


HAIRLESS -- PART FOUR

	"You did good, Smoothie," Nick said softly, leaning in and kissing
Trevor on the neck.  "Is this all right, if I kiss you like this?"

	"God yes, Nick," Trevor sighed.  "That's very very all right."  He
heard Nick chuckle, and then felt those same lips traveling all over his
face and neck, down to his chest, to his tummy, and finally to what he now
knew for sure was Nick's favorite area.  Again and again Trevor shivered as
Nick's lips found yet another electrifyingly ticklish spot, throwing his
arms back again to expose as much skin to Nick's lips as he could.

	"So, you look like you enjoyed that, little man," Nick said,
leaning back into his seat.

	"I really did, Nick," Trevor said with all the sincerity in his
heart.  "You are so fucking incredible.  I never felt anything like that."

	"I thought you told me you guys mess around in your dorm," Nick
said.

	"We do," Trevor said.  "At least I thought we did.  Damn, nobody
ever made me feel like that, though.  I mean it feels good and everything,
but I wish you could teach lessons on how to do it right!"

	Nick laughed out loud.  "Well, I've been at it a bit longer than
you," he reasoned.  "Maybe it's just that I've had more practice.  Give
your mates a chance to learn."  Trevor began to feel great affection
towards Nick, not just because of the incredible feelings he gave him, but
also because of his kindness.

	"Nick," Trevor said hesitantly, "if you want, I'll try sucking your
dick now."

	Nick chuckled again.  "No, my little Smoothie.  I promised you
wouldn't have to do that.  I love that you said that, but maybe one day
you'll really be able to want to."  He reached over to turn Trevor's face
towards his.  "But don't you worry, my little love.  I can get mine taken
care of just about any day.  This was my treat, to be able enjoy your
smooth little body.  I'm so glad you keep yourself that way."

	"Me too," Trevor smiled.  "And I'm glad you like it."

	"I could show you one other thing you might... No, never mind,"
Nick stopped himself from completing his sentence.

	"What?" Trevor asked.  "What else could you show me."

	"No, it was just my horny mind taking over," Nick said.  "And it's
too much like breaking my promise to you."

	"You want to fuck me, huh?"  Trevor asked.

	"NO!" Nick said loudly and definitively.  "That's a line I would
never cross with a boy like you."

	"Well then tell me what you were gonna say," Trevor pleaded.  "You
have to.  I let you suck my dick!  You owe me one."

	"Oh, do I?" Nick asked, a smile on his lips.  "I would have thought
those two orgasms would have been enough payment."

	"C'mon, Nick," Trevor whined liked he'd heard Teddy whine to Paul
for sex.  "Pleeeeease."

	"Fine," Nick conceded.  "But don't blame me if you're grossed out
by this."

	"I won't be," Trevor assured him.  "My mates and me have done loads
of sex stuff.  I can handle it."

	"All right," Nick began. "First let me ask you, do you guys ever
bum fuck?"

	"Is that it?" Trevor laughed.  "We fuck each other all the time.
We even do it right in our beds with everyone watching."

	"No, that's not it," Nick chuckled, "but boy I'd sure like to visit
your dorm some night.  No, but it does have to do with your bum.  Have you
ever heard of rimming?"

	"No," Trevor answered honestly. "What is it?"

	"I'd rather show you than tell you," Nick said, being cryptic once
again.  "But you have to trust me.  I promise you I'm not going to try to
fuck you, and I won't hurt you.  Not ever."

	"I trust you, Nick," Trevor said as if he were swearing an oath of
allegiance.  "I totally trust you."

	"All right then," Nick said, standing up.  "I want you to turn
around and kneel on the sofa.  Now scoot up to one end so you can lay your
head on the arm there."

	"Yeah, we do fucking this way a lot," Trevor said.  "I like to do a
boy's butt when he's this way, cause it goes in easy and it feels good
bumping up against his arse."

	"Yeah, I'm sure you do, my randy little Smoothie," Nick laughed.
"But this is gonna feel way different that being fucked."

	"Okay, so now what?" Trevor was growing impatient as well as
aroused.

	"Now this," Nick said.  He climbed onto the sofa behind Trevor.
Trevor felt Nicks hands prying his cheeks further apart, and he spread his
knees as wide as the narrow cushion would allow.  A moment later he was
sure he'd felt Nicks warm breath on his arsehole, just before he felt a
warm, wet... something.

	"Bloody hell!" Trevor exclaimed.  "What is that Nick?"  The only
reply he received was a shushing sound, and then the warm wetness returned.
Not being completely stupid, he soon realised that what he was feeling was
Nick's tongue, poking at his arsehole.  The first thought that crossed his
mind was that he was glad he'd had a shit and a shower before dinner, so he
was about as clean back there as could reasonably be expected.  The second
thought was about the annoying hairs that he knew surrounded his hole.  He
felt like he would be letting Nick down, since he liked the fact that he
was smooth everywhere else below his neck.

	Such concerns quickly fled, however, as he felt Nick's tongue
pushing firmly now against his sphincter.  He knew enough from being fucked
that he could help, and so bore down a bit, relaxing the tight muscle.
Almost at once he felt Nick's tongue enter him.  It didn't go very far, not
as far as any of the dicks he'd had up there, but still there was something
very erotic about the feeling.  He then became aware of the fact that
Nick's lips were pressing against his hole, as if he was kissing Trevor's
sphincter like he would kiss a mouth, while his tongue continued to force
its way inside.

	Soon Trevor realized that, not only was he once again painfully
erect, but that he was close to yet another orgasm.  He reached beneath
himself, taking hold of his stiff cock and wanking himself as Nick's tongue
slimed his tight passage.  In the next instant, Trevor's overused cock
began to spurt a small load onto the sofa cushion below him.  He heard Nick
grunt, probably feeling Trevor's arsehole tightening on his tongue.  Nick
stopped poking and pulled his tongue out, placing his hands on Trevor's
buttocks and pushing himself up and back.  Trevor swung around and dropped
into the seat next to Nick, immediately feeling the spunk he'd spilled onto
the cushion.

	"Yuck," he complained.  "I just sat in my own cum."

	"Your own and a bunch of other boys'" Nick laughed.  "I told you
this is the perfect place, and everybody in the choir knows it."  Chuckling
at Trevor's expression of disgust, he asked, "So, did you like that new
thing?"

	"Yeah, it's brilliant," Trevor replied.  "I'm gonna try that with
my mates."

	"Just make sure they're as clean and sweet as you," Nick said.  "It
can be kind of gross otherwise."

	"Plus you had to put up with all that hair back there," Trevor said
apologetically.

	"What?" Nick snorted.  "You have like ten maybe."

	"I asked my mate to help me snip them off, but he wouldn't," Trevor
complained.  "I even have a little trimmer thing that would make it easy."

	"Well, maybe if you teach him about rimming, he wouldn't think it
such a big deal," Nick suggested.  "But if if he won't, I'll take care of
it for you, if you want.  Personally, I don't think it's enough hair to
worry about."

	"Yeah, but I like having no hair anywhere but on my head," Trevor
said.  He'd never done any of the shaving to please anyone but himself.  He
wasn't trying to make himself sexy to other boys, not even Nick.  He simply
liked the feeling and the look.

	"Fine," Nick nodded.  "Then we'll get together again soon.  You
bring your trimmer, and I'll do the job for you."

	Trevor then dressed, only at that moment realizing that Nick had
never taken off so much as his jumper.  When he offered to at least give
the older boy a hand job, Nick again assured him that, before the night was
out, he'd find a mate to satisfy his needs.

	Before they unlocked the door, Nick pulled Trevor into a tight
embrace.  "Thank you for tonight," he whispered into the younger boy's ear.

	"You're welcome," Trevor whispered back smiling, "And thank you,
too."

	"You're welcome, too," Nick replied, "my little hairless boy."


HAIRLESS -- EPILOGUE

	Teddy returned to the first year common room, to find nearly all
his classmates still watching the film.  All in all, Trevor was sure he'd
had a much more enjoyable evening.  He went upstairs to the dorm.  Only one
bed was occupied.  Quentin lay naked on top of his duvet, holding a book in
one hand and fiddling with his soft dick with the other.  He looked up when
he heard Trevor walking into the room.

	"So, did you learn anything?" Quentin asked.

	Almost without thinking, distracted by the sight of his friend's
nude body, Trevor replied, "Oh hell yeah.  I can't wait to show you!"

	"You can't wait to show me?" Quentin looked at him confused.  "Why
the hell would I want you to show me calculus?  I just want to know enough
to pass the exam."

	Now it was Trevor's turn to be confused, until he recalled the
cover story he'd told Quentin earlier in the evening.  Now the entire
incident seemed like something from another lifetime.

	"Suit yourself," Trevor smiled, sitting on the side on Quentin's
bed, and reaching over to play with his mate's dick.  "Maybe we can do
something else."  He smiled all the more as he felt Quentin harden from his
touch.

	"Works for me," Quentin said, setting his book on the bedside
table.  "What'd you have in mind?"

	"Well," Trevor replied, pulling his jumper over his head, "let me
get these clothes off, and I'll see what I can come up with."

	"Sounds like a plan," Quentin nodded, his cock now at it's hardest.
"That's something I wouldn't mind you showing me."

	As he stripped, Trevor saw Quentin pulling his knees up and placing
his feet flat on the mattress, unintentionally revealing his light brown
puckered love hole.  Remembering the new feeling he'd enjoyed from Nick's
tonguing, he smiled down at Quentin and thought, "Oh yes, I have plenty to
show you, my friend.  And it's nothing like calculus."

THE END