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 Carl Naked in School 14/15 (m exhib nosex rom)

   Saturday Afternoon and Evening

   As the band waited just beyond the end-zone to march onto the field, I
gazed around at the packed stands in awe.  So far I'd been buried in the
middle, just another trombone player, though I suppose my bare skin stood
out.  But in a few moments I was going to be out there, on my own, on full
display.

   The first half was winding down.  The rivalry between us and South High
was as intense as ever, making it a hard-hitting game.  There'd been a
couple of scuffles on the field, but nothing major.  The score was dead
even.

   The cheerleaders were doing their share, I had to admit.  They held
nothing back, making their split jumps truly memorable!  I'd forgotten we
had a couple of guys on the squad, too, and they were as naked as the
girls. Indirectly, the squad had been responsible for the only serious
injury in the game.  South High's star wide receiver had been headed down
the sidelines on a fly pattern, moving like a bandit as the South
quarterback had cocked his arm.

   The only trouble was, the receiver got distracted by the bouncing tits
of one awesome blond cheerleader and the pass nailed him hard, right in the
back of the helmet.  He never saw it coming.  An instant later our free
safety, coming full tilt in the opposite direction, hit him like a runaway
train.  That poor receiver was lifted about four feet off the turf.  He was
out cold before he hit the ground.

   Oh, he got up a few minutes later and wobbled off the field, but he was
out of the game with a concussion.  He was smiling, though.  Probably
because his last memory was of that naked blonde cheerleader.

   The half ended and the band director gave the signal and we stepped out
on the field, lead by the drum major, as the teams made for the locker
rooms.  The tuba's oompahed, the drums drummed.  I blatted the trombone,
trying to find the notes and march and remember what I was supposed to do
all at the same time.  As we were in single file, I knew I stood out now,
one pink figure marching along in a long line dressed in scarlet and gold.

   We spelled it out in script; C-e-n-t-r-a.  As we started into the "l" I
realized this was my moment, and blew a clinker you could probably have
heard in Toledo.  Reaching the top of the letter, the trumpet player in
front of me curved left, and I marched straight on ahead, out of formation,
the trombone player behind me following the trumpeter.

   Keeping track of the music, visualizing how the formation was moving, I
wandered, conscious of every eye on me!  How many thousand were staring at
me as I wandered the field, totally naked, blowing my trombone?  Men and
women, guys and girls from toddlers up to grandparents were gaping at me. I
could see the lenses of binoculars tracking me from both sides of the field
and the endzones as well.

   Jeeze my dick was hard!  I thought of Beth somewhere up there in the
stands, and got even harder.  My prick wept.  I wandered the fifty yard
line, down to the forty, back toward the home stands.  My pecker bobbed in
time with the beat.  I turned the "wrong" way as if seeking the band,
looped back to the sidelines, marching, playing, the air touching me, my
prick waving at the crowd, at the cheerleaders lined up only a few feet
away, their tits jiggling as they waved their pom poms, their nipples
stiff.

   H-i (without the dot) g-h the band spelled out and I went into my panic
mode, breaking into a run, scampering around, trying to time my run,
looping around Stephanie, the flutist (or is that flautist?) so close she
actually fluffed the note.

   Right on the last beat I banged to a halt at the top of the "i" my lone
figure dotting it perfectly.  As practiced, the rest of the band went to
one knee, leaving me standing, a naked exclamation point on the green grass
as all those people in the stands went bananas.

   I was sweating like a pig, but I'd done it, I'd pulled it off!  The rest
of the halftime show went like clockwork.  I was marching taller and
prouder than I ever had before.  I thought of Beth up there in the stands,
and thinking how I'd done her proud, knowing, somehow, how happy she was to
be my girl.  And tonight we'd go to the dance together and if everyone in
school didn't already know we were a couple, they would then!

   And to cap it off, we won the game on a last minute touchdown!  The band
played the alma mater, with all the old grads back for homecoming singing
along.  I even saw Beth, down from the stands, in the front of the crowd
facing us.  She caught my eye and beamed at me, giving me a big thumbs-up
sign.  After the band broke up I saw her for just a moment and she gave me
a huge hug and a kiss.

   "You were great!" she whispered in my ear, while other people, people I
didn't know at all, were pushing close, trying to congratulate me, patting
my naked back and butt.  "I'll see you tonight, about 7:30?"

   "You bet!" I assured her, giving her a huge hug before she vanished
through the crowd.

   After finally extricating myself from the mob, I headed for home, still
naked, waving as cars with red and gold streamers fluttering off them drove
by, honking, the people inside waving and screaming.  I was happy to be
walking, wishing only that Beth were with me.  I was practically giddy, and
the dance was still to come, I realized as I entered the house.

   "How'd it go?" Mom asked.

   "Great!" I enthused, tossing my trombone on the sofa and sweeping her up
for a hug.

   "That's my boy!" Mom exulted.  "Oh, I should have been there!"

   "I bet there are a dozen videotapes of it," I assured her, letting go of
her.  "We'll get one so you can watch it."

   "I know just who to call," Mom said.  "Now you go rest up a bit.  Dee
will be home soon and we'll have some supper before you have to get ready
for the dance."

   "Not much getting ready to do for me," I pointed out.

   "Well, you'll want to shower and shave, at least," she scolded me.  "Now
scoot!" She gave my naked fanny a swat, sending me up the stairs.

   I was stretched out on my bed when Dee showed up, alone, and dressed. 
"Way to go, Bro," she congratulated me.  "Out-Standing!"

   "In more ways than one," I responded.  "And how did your friends enjoy
the sleepover?"

   "Wow!  They couldn't stop talking about the entertainment, that's for
sure," she answered, leaning against the door.

   I reached down and waggled my cock, only half hard for a change.  "Well,
don't get too used to it.  As of Monday I'm done with the program."

   "I know it." She sighed.  "Won't you go around the house naked some,
though?"

   I admitted I probably would.  I enjoyed being naked, the feel of air
touching me, the lack of constricting clothes.

   "Heather is talking about having a sleepover at her place next week,"
Dee noted slyly.  "Want to be the floor show again?"

   "Ask me again next week," I countered, half intrigued with the idea,
wondering if Heather's mom, the perfectly turned out suburban soccer mom,
would put in an appearance.  "If Beth and I don't have a date, I might."

   Then I heard mom calling us for dinner and we headed downstairs. 
Afterwards it was into the shower.  I carefully lathered my hair with
conditioner shampoo, and then chuckled as I did the same for my bush, my
dick stiffening at the thought of the night to come.

   I was squeaky clean, carefully deodorized and combed by seven, ready to
walk over to get Beth.  I'd even combed my pubic hair carefully, and
trimmed a few wisps that seemed particularly disorderly, though that curly
bush was not something easily tamed.  If I was going naked, I was
determined to look my best from top to toe.

   "Hold it," Mom said, focussing the camera on me.  I posed, hardon and
all, holding Beth's corsage in it's plastic box, smiling like an idiot as
the flash went off.

   "What time will you be home?" Mom asked after taking another for
safety's sake, and then yet another with my arm around my sister.

   "Beth has to be in by 12:30," I explained.  "But Mr.  Finch said I could
come in after.  I don't know, maybe 1:30?"

   Mom eyed me, and I knew she was thinking of our little "lesson" of the
morning.  "If you'll be later than 2:30, give me a call, okay?"

   I hadn't expected that.  "Sure thing!" I agreed, eagerly, reaching for
my topcoat.  It was a cool night out, and anyway, I wanted to make a more
dramatic entrance than just strolling in naked.

   The satin lining of the coat feelt cool and slippery against my skin as
I made my way to Beth's door.  My heart was doing a jig as I rang the
doorbell, anticipating how pretty she'd be in a party dress.

   Mr.  Finch let me in, greeting me a little stiffly, but courteously, and
I realized that he was actually a bit shy.  "Come in, come in," he urged.
"Beth will be down in a moment.  She and Mildred are upstairs, doing girl
things.  I saw you at the game today."

   "Uh, thanks," I responded, unsure of how he'd taken the display.

   "Have a seat.  I must say, I wouldn't have had the courage to do what
you did," he said, taking his accustomed chair as I sat on edge of the
sofa.

   "It was an interesting challenge," I admitted warily.  Now that it was
over, I had to admit that I'd enjoyed it.  "It was a great game, too," I
added, trying to get the conversation off me.

   "It was indeed," Mr.  Finch agreed.  "Ah, here are our ladies now!"

   Reflexively, I got to my feet as Mrs.  Finch came into the room,
followed by Beth.  I was a bit disappointed to see she was already wearing
her coat all done up, belted at the waist.  I'd been looking forward to
seeing her dress, after all.  But then, I'd see that at the dance, so I
guessed it really didn't matter.

   She was beautiful anyway.  Earrings glittered on each lobe, and a
necklace at her throat.  Her hair was up in an elegant sort of sweep, with
little sparkles in it.  Silver shoes twinkled on her dainty feet.  She was
wearing makeup, lipstick reddening her lips, some blush on her cheeks, and
she'd done something to her eyes to bring out the hazle in them.

   "You're beautiful," I breathed softly at the sight of her.

   She dimpled, and curtseyed.  "Thank you!  You look pretty good
yourself."

   "Well, it's the best I can do," I temporized.

   "You look fine," Mrs.  Finch assured me.  "And, judging by what I saw at
the game, you will look fine at the dance, too."

   "Oh, Mom," Beth chided her.

   I blushed.  "Thank you, Mrs.  Finch.  That means a lot to me.  Uh,
here's your corsage." I offered Beth the box, but she just held her arm out
to me, so I fumbled open the container and drew out the flowers.

   I'll never smell the sweetness of camelias again without thinking of
that night.  Carefully, I slipped the corsage on her wrist, and she lifted
it and buried her nose in its fragrance for a moment.  Then she gave me a
quick kiss.

   "Thank you!  It's just perfect!"

   And it was, I knew it was.

   "Now, let us get a couple of pictures of you," Mrs.  Finch insisted.

   I started to unbutton my coat, but she waved that away.  "Oh, keep your
coat on, Carl.  Save that for the dance!"

   "Yes'm," I agreed.  I was worried more about the way my hardon was
tenting out the overcoat, but no one but me seemed to notice it.

   Beth picked up a sparkly little purse from the table by the door, and
then we were out the door, on our way to the ball!

   It was a cool, clear night.  The stars were beautiful.  As we walked
along Beth held my arm close.  After being naked with her so much it felt a
little strange to be wearing something, though the cool air sneaking up
inside the top coat reminded me of how I was under it.

   School was all lighted up, with a crowd of kids around the door.  The
guys were in suits, a few even in tuxedos.  The girls were wearing fancy
dresses, low cut.  Bare shoulders and bare backs seemed to be the order of
the day for them.  They were all made up and looking their best, but I
didn't think any of them could hold a candle to Beth, of course.

   "Hey, Carl, whatcha got on under that coat?" someone asked.

   "Come on in and find out," I challenged.  To my surprise, quite a few of
them followed as we made our way to the cloak room.  I guess it was no
secret what I was wearing.

   Beth stood aside in the crowded hallway as I stripped off my overcoat,
baring myself to the crowd, collecting a gale of whistles and cat calls. 
Some of the girls, I noticed, gave me a very thorough once over.  Their
dates moved closer to them, putting their arms possessively around waists
or bare shoulders.

   After handing my coat to the girl at the counter I turned to Beth. 
Facing me boldly, she unfastened one button at the top, the coat opening
part way, but not revealing much of anything.

   Her eyes were very bright, fastened on me, and I could see the pulse in
her throat, quick and fast for some reason.  Her hands trembled as she
unfastened the belt.  Then she spread her coat open, letting it slide off
her shoulders, and I saw what she had been hiding.  Only at the last moment
did I manage to leap forward and catch her coat before it fell on the
floor, and there was a breathless hush in the hallway.

   Because Beth was as naked as I was!