Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Carl Naked in School 2/15 (m exhib nosex) Later Monday Morning Somehow I survived French. As I walked to calculus I tried to ignore the stares, the giggles, the snickers. One little freshman girl rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping as she stared at me - or, more accurately, my raging hardon. I managed a weak smile and casual wave as I passed her. "Hi, Karl," someone said, appearing by my side. Uh, hi, Beth," I stammered, suddenly more conscious than ever of my nakedness, my hardon. "Do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked timidly. "I guess not," I answered. "I'm - uh - supposed to be agreeable and - uh - do what people ask me to do." "Oh. Wow, really? Anything?" I blushed. "I guess so. But, I'd rather you didn't ask me to do anything weird, if you understand what I mean. And anyway, I'm glad you're willing to walk with me. I was getting kinda lonely." Jeez, why can't I just say I like her company? Why'd I have to add that last?! "Okay," she agreed. "I'll just walk with you." She was carrying her books the way girls do, in front of her, hugging them to her chest. It sort of crinkled her blouse a little and I tried to sneak a peak down at her chest, then felt stupid about it. I liked Beth, a lot, and not just because she was willing to go to the movies with me. She wasn't real pretty, I mean like cheerleader pretty. She was cute, though, kind of small, shy and she dressed conservatively. She had cute dimples, brown eyes and hair, that she pulled back in a pony tail, and not much in the way of tits, maybe less than a handful, if I was ever that lucky. She wore glasses, but then, so did I. And she was smart - on the same track I was, in fact, but she was taking chemistry this year instead of physics. She'd aced advanced biology and was thinking of going pre-med in college. "I enjoyed the movie Saturday," she said. "Me, too." "It was a fun date." "I had a good time." I was sweating nervously, wondering if I should ask her for another date right then. But it felt so weird, walking down the hallway naked with her and everyone else dressed. "I'd like to do it again." "Would you?!" She sounded really happy about that. "Yeah!" My spirits rose. "But - uh - I'm not sure about this week. It's gonna be kind of a strange week, I think." She giggled. "I guess so! That's okay, I understand. We can just wait and see how things turn out." We arrived at math class together and she turned toward her desk near the front, while I headed to where I sat, in the third row. There was quite a stir, of course, when I walked in naked like that, my hardon leading the way. I saw someone whisper something to Beth and I saw the tips of her ears turn pink and I wanted to slug them. "Good morning, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, the teacher greeted me. "Good morning, Miss Gallison," I managed dutifully, mentally reviewing how many of my teachers were women. Too many! I was trying to wedge myself, and my hardon, into my desk. "Don't bother to sit down, Mr. Walker. In view of your - uhm - state, I suspect it will be hard to keep anyone's attention on the whiteboard this morning. Why don't you come up here and we'll do a little applied calculus." "I beg your pardon?" "Come come, Mr. Walker, you are supposed to comply with any reasonable requests, are you not?" "Uh, yes'm," I agreed. I mumbled a word best left unsaid. Miss Gallison, it was well known, was a lesbian and a strong feminist. I did not want her anywhere near my family jewels! "What was that, Mr. Walker?" "Nothing, Miss Gallison," I assured her. "I just bumped something." "I see," she responded skeptically. "Now, class, we'll use Mr. Walker, here, for a few exercises in applied calculus. Can anyone suggest a way in which we might do that?" There was the usual long silence. No one ever wanted to be first to volunteer in Miss Gallison's class, even though we had some really bright math students in it. She could be pretty intimidating. Finally, to no one's surprise but mine, Beth raised her hand. "Well, we use calculus to compute the volume of geometric solids, don't we?" I rolled my eyes heavenward, cursing her inability to put up with the silence until someone else volunteered. But then, I thought, maybe it was better her than someone like Bob Freschetti, the closest thing to an intelligent football player the school had ever had, and who, for reasons I'd never been able to fathom, seemed to hate me. "And which solids were you thinking of?" Miss Gallison asked. "How about his cock?" Freschetti called out from the back of the room, triggering a wave of snickers. Miss Gallison shot him a sharp look but only said, "Yes, that is a possibility, though you'll note it is not exactly a regular geometric solid. So, how should we approach this problem?" "Carefully, very carefully," Freschetti wisecracked. "That will do, Mr. Freschetti!" Miss Gallison snapped back. Beth's hand was up again. "We could do approximations, using some assumptions," she pointed out. "The shaft of it is approximately cylindrical, I'd say." Miss Gallison gripped my dick between forefinger and thumb, turning it this way and that, and all I could do was look at Beth in desperation, wondering what she was trying to do to me. She dimpled, trying to look demure and reassuring somehow. "Yes, that would be a possibility. How might we describe the head of his penis, geometrically?" "Uhm, a parabolic solid?" one of the other girls ventured. "Very good, Miss Baker." To my relief, Miss Gallison released my cock leaving it to bob heavily as she went to the white board and began writing. So, while I stood there they created a set of problems based on my aching hardon and I flushed under their stares. Miss Gallison used a tape measure on my dick, getting length and circumference numbers. Then Freschetti made the mistake of muttering something to his buddies in the back row that triggered a guffaw from one of them. "What was that, Mr. Freschetti?" Miss Gallison asked sharply. "I'm sure you'd like to share that with the rest of the class." Snot that he was, he did. "I only said, it looks to me like we're dealing with some pretty small values there." That brought a wave of laughter from everyone, except Beth, who looked unhappy she'd started the whole thing. "I believe a comparison might be in order," Miss Gallison responded tartly. "Please come up here, Mr. Freschetti, so we can have another example." "What?!" Miss Gallison brandished that brochure that spelled out my fate for the week. "Come, come, Mr. Freschetti. The program permits me to summon other students to participate in the program on an ad hoc basis. I want to remind you, it is either that, or you risk suspension from next Saturday's game for insubordination." Muttering curses, scratching his black, curly hair nervously, Freschetti made his way to the front of the room, turning scarlet. He was a hulk. He probably out-weighed me by a hundred pounds. He was at least 6' 2" and 250. If he was built proportionally, I'd be dwarfed in that department, too. I'd seen him in the locker room, but I was always kind of shy about staring at other guys, afraid they might think I was gay or something, I guess, so I had no idea what his equipment was like. "Strip," Miss Gallison ordered him curtly. Freschetti's shirt came off and he made a self-conscious show of flexing his pecs, grinning at the girls as he did. He was very hairy. Mister testosterone! "Don't dawdle, Mr. Freschetti," the teacher ordered. She'd been leaning on him all term, and I knew she was frustrated by his attitude. He was bright, but certain his future lay on the gridiron, so he did only enough to get by in the class. His macho attitude didn't endear him to her any, either. "Don't bother with your shoes, just drop your trousers and underpants. We wouldn't want class time to run out before completing this." The belt was unfastened and he shoved his jeans down, then hesitated. I tried not to get caught looking, but the bulge in his shorts didn't look all that impressive. "All the way." Miss Gallison was at her most implacable. "Before I count three." Turning scarlet from his gut outward, Freschetti shoved his boxers down and cupped his hands over his groin. Miss Gallison rapped his knuckles with a ruler and he reluctantly exposed himself. There was a hushed silence in the room, as if they were all holding their breath. I risked a glance down and almost goggled. This big, hairy, macho brute had a dork that wasn't even half as long as mine. I even wondered, for a moment, if it was hard, then saw it seep a big drop of pre-cum. He was as hard as he was ever going to get, I suspected. Just then the class bell rang, releasing us all from a state somewhat resembling paralysis. Freschetti, still scarlet, reached for his pants and yanked them up as the rest of the class gathered books and stuff. Beth looked like she was about to burst, her lips pursed, her dimples dancing the way they did when she was trying not to laugh, and we shared a wink, both of us pleased with how things had turned out, obviously. "Tomorrow we will continue with the exercise," Miss Gallison called over the din. "Bring in your proposed solutions to the two problems we've established - volume of an irregular cylinder and volume of a parabolic solid of rotation. Thank you for your participation, Mr. Walker."