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 Carl Naked in School 3/15 (m exhib nosex)

   Monday Afternoon and Evening

   The rest of the day went pretty well, I thought.  Lunch I was surrounded
by some good buddies who didn't hassle me, though they were curious.  I
admitted that it was really embarrassing to walk around naked, and that the
seats were cold!.

   Gym was an experience.  We did some gymnastics type stuff.  The rope
climb was particularly interesting, because when I was about 13 I'd found a
way to get myself off climbing the rope, rubbing against it.  By the time I
reached the top with my legs wrapped around it my cum was staining my
shorts.

   So, of course, I got ragged for wetting my pants.

   Doing it nude was another experience though.  I had to be careful to
avoid rope burns, and sometimes my pubic hair got caught in the rope and
pulled painfully.

   Then there was showering with the girls.  Some of them, generally ones
that were kind of chubby or real skinny, had trouble with me being there
and wrapped themselves in their towels.  Some of them tried to ignore me,
while others stared, and a few blushed furiously and turned away.  All I
could do was blush.

   One cheerleader strolled past me nude, towel over her shoulder, tits
jiggling, with a wiggle that had my already hard cock throbbing.  Thanks to
her I had to jack off again, in Civics class.  This time a couple of the
frosh girls in the class went "EEEWwwwwww" when they saw my cum shooting
out.  That led to a discussion of what this whole program was about - how
it was seen as a way of ending sexual exploitation in all forms.  By
becoming more comfortable with our bodies and sexuality it would diminish
sexual tensions and decrease sexual abuse.

   My last class was Creative Writing - Mom's idea - with Mr.  Turner.  As
it turned out (no pun intended), I was glad to be taking it.  Mr.  Turner
was a great teacher, and he suggested that I write up this journal.  After
three good workouts my balls were dry, so I didn't need "relief" yet again,
at least.

   It was a huge relief to get my clothes on at the end of the day, though
I had to do that outside.  The girls dressed outside the north entrance, so
I didn't see Karen or the others, which was too bad, because she's cute and
I wondered what she looked like naked.  Maybe I'd get to see her tomorrow,
I thought, as I pedaled my bike home.

   The house was empty, of course, with Mom at work, and Sis, my sister
Diane, better known as Dee, doing whatever it is she does after school on
Mondays.  Our parents split a few years back, and Mom's had to work really
hard, being a single Mom and all.  Dad tries to help, but he got
transferred out of town, and then laid off, so the support payments have
been deferred.

   Up in my room I dumped my books on my desk and flopped on my back on the
bed, staring up at the Star Wars poster of Princess Leia that I'd stuck
there, the one where she's in her Jabba the Hut slave outfit.  I'd wanked
off to Carrie Fisher more than once.  I wondered what her sex life was
like. I knew she'd been married to Paul Simon or someone like that, and had
messed herself up with drugs.  I'd always felt bad about that.

   As I thought back over the day, I realized that while it was really
embarrassing, it was exciting, too.  I'd never thought much about my body,
not the way some guys do, the jocks that are always pumping iron.  Getting
off my bed, I stripped naked, and ventured out in the hallway a bit
nervously, even though I was the only one home.

   Standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom, I studied
my reflection.  I've got blond hair and blue eyes, and never have liked my
face much - not enough chin, I thought.  I'm slender, but my shoulders are
broad.  Swimming builds good muscles, and my stomach was nice and flat,
though I don't have a real six-pack the way the jocks do.

   Not much hair, except for a bit of a bush around the base of my cock -
reddish blond, and curly of course.  After three jack-offs that day, my
dick was limp, drooped down over my balls.  Nice legs.  Again, swimming
makes a difference.  I was on the team, but it was a winter sport.  Unlike
the super swimmers, I never got into the shaving bit, so my legs were kind
of hairy, but since it was blond it wasn't too gross.

   On the whole, it wasn't bad, I guess.  I struck a few poses, flexing,
and then I heard the door downstairs bang.  Shit!  Sis was home!

   She's only 11, in sixth grade and can be a bit of a pain, but she's a
good kid.  I sure as hell didn't want her seeing me like this, though! 
We're a pretty conservative family.  I don't think I'd seen her naked in
over ten years, and as far as I knew she'd never seen me naked.

   As usual she was tromping up the stairs in her latest footwear, clogs I
think they were, sounding like a storm trooper.  I ducked out of the
bathroom and dashed for my room, barely making it and closing the door
behind me before she reached the top of the stairs.

   "Hi, Bro!" she called as I was fumbling to get dressed again.  She
rattled the doorknob and I grabbed the first things handy, a pair of loose
gym shorts and a tee shirt and yanked them on, not bothering with my
underpants.

   "Hi!" I greeted her when she stuck her head in.

   "Whatcha doing?"

   "I'm - uh - gonna be practicing my music," I answered, pulling out my
trombone.  I'm in the marching band.

   "Yuck!" She slammed my door and I heard her door bang shut and knew
she'd be going for her CD player and earphones.

   I wondered how long it would be before she heard about me cruising the
halls naked.  News got through the school system pretty fast, even though
she wasn't even in middle school yet.

   Then I remembered.  Marching band.  Shit!

   Would I be marching up and down the field naked?  I quick checked the
brochure.  Oh shit!  It was right there, in black and white.  I had to
participate in any extracurricular activities in the nude all week.  That
meant during band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but maybe not the
half-time show.  The game was on Saturday, so maybe they'd let me wear a
uniform for that?

   I blew a mournful blat on my trombone, then settled down to warm up,
trying to forget my troubles in the music.

   Sis and I had dinner cooking by the time Mom got home.  As usual, she
went up to her room and changed out of her work clothes into something more
comfortable.  Since it was warm she went with a tee shirt and shorts.  The
day had made me more body conscious and I studied her secretly as I set the
table.  She's blond, and still pretty shapely after two kids.  She's thirty
six - years old, that is - and pretty trim for someone her age.

   "So anything interesting happen at school today?" she asked as we sat
down to dinner.

   "Nothin' special," I mumbled.  How can you tell your Mom you've been
running around school naked all day?  No way, Jose!

   "Missy got her period," Sis announced.  Missy was her best friend.

   "I don't think we really need to hear that at dinner!" Mom chided.

   I hunkered down and concentrated on eating, shooting glances at Sis. 
She was wearing kind of a tight tee shirt, and I could see she was getting
tits.  She's blond, too, and cute, with dimples like Beth's.  Mom didn't
let her date yet, but she could go out with her friends to the mall and
movies and stuff.

   After dinner I used the excuse of homework to retreat to my room, it
being Sis's turn with the dishes.  I was trying to concentrate on math,
without much success, since I was trying to compute the volume of my own
cock, when there was a soft tap on my door.  "Come in," I called.

   "Hi." It was Mom, unusually shy.  She and I get along pretty well,
really.  I grumble at chores sometimes, but we work it out.  I do try to
understand how hard the divorce has been on her.  "Can I come in?"

   "Sure." Flipping over the papers with a diagram of my dick on them, I
swiveled my desk chair around as she paced nervously, picking up a pair of
dirty socks and fiddling with them, before closing the door.

   That was something new.  I tensed.

   "I - are you sure nothing special happened at school today?" she asked
nervously.

   "Like what?"

   "Oh, I don't know....  I don't want to intrude, you know that.  But if
there's something you'd like to talk about...."

   I'm not dumb.  I suspected she knew, though how she'd know I couldn't
figure out, unless....  "You mean, something like was I walking around the
school naked but for my shoes and socks?"

   She turned pink, looked down at the socks she was twisting in her hands
and nodded.

   "You knew?!  Why didn't you warn me?!"

   "I didn't know.  Not for sure.  And if I had warned you, would you have
gone to school today?"

   I thought this over.  "Probably not.  But how did you know?"

   "I didn't know for sure you'd be chosen," she explained nervously.  "But
- I did sign you up for it."

   "You WHAT?!  Mom, how COULD you?!"

   "Sshh.  Keep your voice down!" she cautioned.  Then she held a finger to
her lips, tip toed to the door and jerked it open.  Sis almost fell into
the room.

   "I was just...," Sis stammered, blushing furiously.  One of her less
charming traits was a habit of eavesdropping.

   "Take these and put them in the hamper," Mom ordered firmly.  "And then
get to your homework, young lady."

   "But I want to hear about...."

   "This is not for your ears, young lady.  Now scoot!" Mom emphasized the
point by giving Sis an affectionate swat on the butt that sent her on her
way.  "And close your door.  I'll talk with you in a minute."

   "Gee whiz." Sis stomped off, and Mom watched until I heard my sister's
door close, presumably behind her.

   Mom didn't close the door all the way this time.  She paced.  "Please,
hear me out.  I signed you up for it.  I did it for you."

   I admit it, I was more than a bit pissed.  I sulked.

   "You know how hard it is for me to talk about -- about sex," she
stammered.  "And, well, you seem kind of inhibited."

   I didn't say a word, not wanting to admit she was right.

   "I mean, you don't date much, and, well ...  it just seemed to me that
this was a good program for you.  I -- do you understand?  I heard about
the program, and its goals and it just seemed the right thing, to give you
a more healthy knowledge of the differences between men and women, and
sexuality, and....." Her voice trailed off.

   I was twisting a pencil between my fingers, thinking this over. 
Reluctantly, I nodded, because I knew she was right.  I was inhibited.  I
didn't date, unless the movie with Beth counted.  Women were a mystery to
me, and sex was, well, not something I was comfortable talking about.  For
example, I knew some guys in school that used to get together for a circle
jerk, but it wasn't anything I'd ever done.

   Now I'd jerked off in front of the whole class - three times in one day!


   I tossed the pencil over my shoulder, heard it clatter off the computer
monitor and rattle on the blotter.  "Yeah," I admitted unhappily.  "I
understand."

   "Would you like to talk about it at all?" she ventured cautiously.

   "What's to talk about.  I took off all my clothes and went to class," I
answered.

   "Was it embarrassing?" she probed.  "I'm sorry, but part of the program
is for me, too.  I'm supposed to talk about it with you, for both of us."

   "Of course it was!"

   "Did you - get aroused?" she asked.

   I had the feeling she was working her way down an interview that she'd
memorized or something.

   "Yeah," I admitted.

   "You got an erection."

   "I got a hardon like an iron bar," I grumped, feeling self-conscious as
I felt my dick stiffening just from the memory of it.  I shifted nervously
in my chair.

   "Did you - uh - get relief, somehow?  Otherwise, I hear, you might be
pretty uncomfortable."

   "I jerked off in front of three classes, is that what you want to know?"


   I looked up at her.  She licked her lips nervously.  She was flushed. 
"Uh, yes.  Uhm, do you have any questions I might be able to answer?"

   "Like about sex?"

   She flushed brighter.  "Or about the program."

   "Uh, well, I'm wondering where it goes from here.  I mean, do I have to
do more than walk around school naked?"

   "And respond to your teachers' and schoolmates' requests, you mean."

   "Uh, yeah, that, too," I agreed, thinking I was glad I didn't take
biology this term.

   "Well, it really depends you," she answered warily.  "You know, for
example, you can ask for help when you ...  masturbate."

   "Jeez!  I couldn't do that!  It's hard enough to just do it myself with
everyone watching!"

   "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, that's all right," she
assured me.  "But, like, if you know a girl that might want to help - or
even a teacher, you can ask, you know."

   I thought this over.  I thought of asking Beth to jack me off and my
cock lurched upwards in my pants, making me squirm uncomfortably.  I saw
Mom glance at my lap and tried to cross my legs to hide the bulge.  The
head of my dick was threatening to poke out through the leg hole of my gym
shorts!

   "And you don't have to confine it just to school," she added.  "They've
changed the laws about indecent exposure, exempting boys under the age of
twenty one from them."

   "I didn't know that!  You mean I could go naked on the streets, if I
wanted to?!"

   She nodded.  "It's in the brochure they gave you.  There are going to be
a lot of changes as the program advances and more students have taken part
in it," Mom went on.

   "What about if I want to go around naked at home?" I knew I was testing
the limits.

   "Uh, well, uhm, I - well, according to the brochure, the idea is to
promote openness, and it says I should - uh - encourage you in every
environment."

   "But what about Sis?"

   "I'll talk to your sister and explain what is going on, prepare her for
it.  If you think you might want to do it, that is.  They're going to
include middle school in the program next year, so she'll be eligible to
take part in it then."

   I thought this over.  Walking around naked at home wasn't exactly a new
thing for me.  When I'd been about thirteen I'd done it a few times, when
everyone was out, of course.  It had been fun - exciting.  I'd had a
hardon, of course, and I'd jerked off.  I'd even wandered out in the back
yard, thrilled at the thought that someone might see me, terrified and
excited all at once.

   "Uh - well, maybe.  You'd better talk to Sis about it anyway, because
she's sure to hear about it from someone at school tomorrow.  Missy's
brother is in one of my classes, and I think the sister of another of her
friends is in my Civics class.  That was one of the classes I jerked off
in," I admitted.

   "All right, I will," Mom agreed, getting to her feet, looking relieved
and a little tense at the same time.  "But for tonight, I think it would be
better if you didn't - ah - let it all hang out, if you know what I mean.
Give me time to get her accustomed to the idea."

   "Okay." It made sense, but I couldn't help wondering about Mom.  There
was something almost like eagerness in her expression as she headed for the
door.  "Leave the door open, it's okay," I assured her as she went out.

   I heard her knock on Sis's door, heard it close behind her.  A few
moments later there was a shriek out of Sis that practically shattered my
computer monitor.  Then there was silence and I fought the urge to go and
listen at Sis's door the way she had at mine.

   Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice said in Wonderland.  It was going to
be a really weird week.  I picked up the brochure about the program and dug
into it more.  I didn't have to do any of these other things, according to
the rules.  But I could if I wanted to.  And somehow I knew I'd probably
want to.

   I thought again of Beth doing me, and scratched at my rigid dick through
my shorts.  I wonder if she'd be willing to do it.

   Nah.  Not a chance.  She was more shy than I am.  Besides, we hadn't
even kissed on our date, after all.