Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Friday, September 1, 2006 I woke up, grabbed my shower, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Dad had gotten home late last night and was brewing coffee. "I hear you got picked for the program this week," he said. "Yeah," I replied. "How'd it go?" "Good," I said, "I have a date Sunday with the freshman who did it this week, and I got a job at Goldhirsch's." "How did you swing that?" "He wants naked waiters. Since he hired us his business has really picked up a lot." "I bet that will die down again once the novelty wears off. Still, it's nice to hear of an independent business doing well. So, are you going to be naked for tomorrow's soccer game?" "Almost, I get to wear cleats and an athletic cup, for safety and stuff." "If you're not going to be wearing a shirt, how can they tell what team you're on?" "Dunno, guess they'll just have to remember the naked guy is playing for Clymer." "What happens if there's a program participant on the other team?" "We're playing Intercourse, they don't have the program over there, guess they don't want the Amish seeing a bunch of naked kids and tipping their buggies over." Dad chuckled, "Well, have a nice day." I stuffed some gym shoes into my backpack and headed out the door. Roy was waiting for me. When we got to Art's house it was time for our by now daily ritual of giving each other head. I began by licking Art's balls. "Oh God that feels good!" he shouted, and I shifted my attention to his engorged cockhead. He began to caress my head, and continued moaning in pleasure as I sucked him. Finally, he shot strings of hot, salty cum down my throat, and we switched positions. He cupped my balls in his hands as he took my cock deep into his mouth. He then took my penis out of his mouth and kissed the tip before sucking my balls. "Fuck yeah," I moaned as he resumed sucking. As he slowed down, he began running his tongue over my shaft, which brought me straight up to the edge. He paused briefly and sat up to kiss me before returning to my expectant cock. Finally, I came, flooding his mouth with spurts of my semen. We got to school and I headed for history class, which turned out to be fairly uneventful. Before long it was time for the class I had been dreading: gym. I made my way to the locker room and pulled on my shoes as a crowd of girls filled the room. By the time I got my shoes tied they had already begun to tease me. Several of them started caressing my unresponsive penis. "Sorry girls, you're just not my type," I said, and tried to leave the room. I couldn't, as they pressed around me and began rubbing their bodies against mine. "Stay awhile, and let us convert you," one said, trying to sound sexy. "Sorry, my boyfriend wouldn't like it," I responded, eliciting laughter from the segment of the class that wasn't trying to torment me. Finally, Mrs. Thigpen showed up to shoo everybody out of the locker room. I was glad that I'd thought to bring shoes, as we were doing the mile run. I finished before most of the class, and decided to take another lap. David's class was on the track too. I ran up beside him and slowed down to match his pace. "How's it going," I asked. "Good," he replied, "Hey, if you don't mind, could you uh, not tell anybody about the conversation we had Wednesday?" "No problem," I said, "I talked to your brother about it." "Thanks." Sensing that he didn't really want to be seen with me, I picked up my pace and finished just as the last stragglers were finishing the mile. We headed inside, and I shot hoops with Nick and Viv for the rest of the bell. Nick was clearly enjoying watching Viv jump up to shoot. When gym ended I followed Viv to the locker room. The teasing was a little bit subdued; they had probably gotten it out of their system. I took my shoes off and headed for the showers. Naturally, the ringleader followed me, and stood in front of me, lavishly covering herself in suds and erotically washing them off again. I finished showering, nodded to her, and went to towel off. While everyone else was still in the showers, a girl I'd never noticed before came up to me. "I think you're really brave" she said. "Thanks," I responded, "are you signed up for the program too?" "Oh no, I could never do that, those girls would tear me apart." Just then, someone else walked in the room, and she quickly turned away. At lunch, I asked Viv who the girl was. "Oh, that's Veronica Dix," she replied, "she doesn't have a whole lot of friends, Sheri Hastings spread a rumor around in eighth grade that she was a lesbian." "Who's Sheri Hastings?" "Your friend from the shower, I wouldn't get on her bad side if I were you." "Thank God I'm a gay guy so I don't have to deal with that kind of crap." "If only we could all be so lucky." Lunch ended and we went to Spanish class. It turned out that we had a substitute teacher who had gotten the wrong day's lesson plans, so we had to spend another class period demonstrating body parts. After school ended, I went out to the soccer field. Coach Earley waved me over. "There's a slight problem, son," he said. "What is it?" "It seems one of the parents on the Intercourse team raised a stink about playing against a naked opponent." "So what should I do?" "For now, I want you to get ready as though you were going to play, but I just thought you should know." Practice was pretty light because we had a game tomorrow. Roy dropped me off at the country club to watch Art's meet. He won all his races handily, the last one by a full body length. I ran down to greet him, and he took me in his arms and kissed me, to applause from half the crowd and boos from the other half. Then he introduced me to his parents, who suggested that he stay at my house after tomorrow night's party. I kissed him once again before heading home. The game was scheduled for 11:00 in the morning, so I went to bed early.