Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Carl Naked in School 4/15 (mf exhib mast) Tuesday Morning The next morning, as I was leaving for school, Mom gave me a hug, something she hadn't done in years - well, ok, I'd made her stop a couple years ago. I thought I had outgrown them. It felt good. I left early, hoping to get there before anyone else so I could at least strip in peace, but the closer I got to school the slower I pedaled, dreading the moment I'd have to take off all my clothes. And with good reason, it turned out. After locking my bike in the rack I went around to the south entrance, where I'd found my clothes the day before, and there was like a mailbox with a sign on it that said "Boys' Clothes Here." There was a fair gathering already, of girls, nothing but girls. I wondered if Karen and the other chosen girls were facing a similar gauntlet of boys outside the north entrance. Either the other two boys had beaten me here, or were coming later. No one else to share my shame with. Oh joy. I put my trombone and books down and started to undress. By the time I was down to my underwear I was flaming red. Trying to keep my back to everyone (it wasn't possible, I was surrounded) I skinned my jockeys down, then sat down on cold, damp grass to put my shoes back on. Bundling everything together, I dropped the clothes in the mailbox, the tip of my already rock-hard cock brushing the cold metal. It was like an electric shock, and I flinched and the girls giggled. "Hi, Carl," one of them simpered, batting her eyes at me. "Whatcha got there?" "Looks like a dick to me," another said, "but it's too small." "You wouldn't think so if you'd seen it next to Freschetti's!" someone else answered with a cackle that brought shrieks of glee from the group. I guess that was supposed to make me feel good. All I could think was that Freschetti was going to kill me if he ever had the chance. "It's not how much you have that counts, it's how you use it," a familiar voice put in primly, and Beth pushed her way through the crowd. "Hi, Carl." "Uh, hi!" "Oh, and I suppose you'd know?" one of the other girls asked skeptically. Beth didn't answer, she just tucked her arm into mine and guided me away, smiling secretly, like she really did know. "Thanks!" I said gratefully. "You - uh - kinda put yourself on the spot, though, didn't you?" "Maybe," she admitted, giving me an impish look. "You know I've never - uh - done it," I confessed. She shrugged. "Neither have I." "I didn't think you had," I assured her quickly. She gave my arm a squeeze. "I know. That's one of the things I like about you." "But now, everyone else is going to think...." She shrugged again. "Let 'em." Then she looked up at me, that impish smile on her face again. "We could prove 'em right, you know." Before I could react, she squeezed my arm again, and then let me go and walked away, her pony tail flipping pertly, counter to the sway of her hips while I gaped after her. I hadn't realized she could move like that! Thanks to this little by-play I took my "relief" in my first period class! I thought, momentarily, of asking for some help, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I pumped my prick a half dozen times and ejected what felt like a quart of cum into the rag offered by Mr. Cranover. At least he didn't use my eruption as a demonstration of ballistics or something, but let me get to my seat, still drooling and wiping. I wondered if there was a way to measure the viscosity of cum. French was more of Mademoiselle Duclos using me as a live model for her French anatomy lesson. She didn't just point. She trailed her fingers over my skin; my nipples suddenly became an erogenous zone, my belly, probing my navel even. She brushed them through my pubic hair. My cock was throbbing in minutes, even though I'd jacked off less than an hour before. She stroked my butt, made me turn around and bend over even. Then she put her hands on either side and spread my cheeks! Her finger tickled my asshole (oignon from the French for onion) and I damn near came right then and there! By the time she was done I was at the boiling point. My dick was drooling pre-cum; cold sticky strands flicked down to stick to my thigh as I hurried toward math, already aching. "You look to be in some distress, Mr. Walker," Miss Gallison, my math teacher observed as I hesitated in the doorway. I looked down, noticing that my cock was practically purple. "Uh - yes'm," I agreed. "We'll wait for the rest of the class, if you don't mind," she said in that no-nonsense tone of voice of hers. I was stepping nervously from one foot to the other, as if I needed to pee really badly, only that wasn't what I needed. I was so horny I would have fucked her if she'd asked me to. Not likely, since her girl friend was a secretary in the school office. "Yes'm." The last of the class filed in just as the bell rang, and Miss Gallison clapped her hands to bring them to order. I noticed Freschetti glowering at me. "Mr. Walker has a problem which needs to be remedied before we proceed. Perhaps someone would like to help him?" Oh JEEZ! I wanted to crawl in a hole, any hole -- dick first, of course, at this point! Sure enough, up went Beth's hand before anyone else's. Like I think I said, she was always the first to volunteer, but I was a little surprised she did this time. A couple of other girls raised theirs. The guys all seemed to be sitting on theirs, no surprise. "Mr. Walker?" I looked at Beth, saw a hopeful look in her sweet brown eyes, and my dick gave a lurch. "Uh, okay. Uh, Beth, please?" "Will he need to show you how to do it?" Miss Gallison asked Beth as she made her way to the front of the room. "I don't think so. I saw him do it in French class yesterday," Beth answered, pushing her glasses back up her nose, nibbling on her lower lip nervously, looking very serious. "Very well, please proceed," Miss Gallison ordered, checking her watch. "You have three minutes, according to my watch." Beth licked her lips, and her warm, soft hand closed around my throbbing hardon gently, and my dick wept with joy. "Better get a tissue or something," I warned her. Reaching in her pocket, she pulled out a lace trimmed hanky. "This will do." She stroked my dork. "Like this?" "Oh, yeah," I moaned. She watched intently, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth the way it did when she was working a tough calc problem. Her hand moved up and down my blazing cock, making soft, sticky sounds as she smeared the precum between her skin and mine. In seconds I was right on the brink, and then I was over it, my cock pulsing in her grasp, my knees shaking. She held the hanky to the tip of my spouting prick, catching every hot spurt of my cream in it. When I was done I was so weak I leaned against Miss Gallison's desk. Beth tenderly wiped my oh-so sensitive dick as it slowly lost its stiffness. "Did I do ok?" she asked sweetly. I managed to nod. "You did great," I admitted weakly. "Thanks." The class laughed and applauded, and Beth turned pink. After wiping her hand off she carefully folded up her cum sodden hanky and put it back in her pocket. "Any time!" she assured me, a twinkle in her eye, her dimples deeper than ever as she suppressed a giggle. "Now that we have that out of the way, let's proceed with the assignment I gave you yesterday," Miss Gallison ordered as Beth and I made our way to our desks. "Who has a solution to the volume of the tip of Mr. Walker's erect penis, based on the assumptions we set out yesterday?" Sure enough, it was Beth's hand that went up first, but this time Miss Gallison picked Freschetti to come up and put his proof on the board. By his computations, the tip of my cock alone had a volume of 224 cubic centimeters, making just the head of my hardon almost big enough to fill a measuring cup! It took a while before he figured out he'd misplaced the decimal point. He was flaming a brighter red than I did at my worst. Naturally, he cornered me at lunch time. "I oughta cut your dick off, geek!" he threatened. "Hey, it's not my fault!" I pleaded. I'm not a fighter, never have been. I talked my way out of trouble. "I have nothing to do with it. Believe me, I'd really rather have some pants on." "I mean this, dork." He stung my dick with a snap of his finger. "OW! I'm sorry, really! I guess it's genetics or something. I can't help it. And anyway, it doesn't mean anything, really!" "You can't help it, but I can." He reached in his pocket, like he was going for a knife or something, though I don't see how he could have, since they run us through metal detectors at the doors every day. "Is there a problem here?" It was Miss Gallison, who'd been monitoring the cafeteria. Freschetti backed off quickly. The school had a zero tolerance policy on teasing and harassment. "Nothin'." Miss Gallison looked after him, then glanced down at my half erect cock. "Such a big fuss over such a little bit of gristle," she commented, her normally stern mouth softened by the hint of a smile. "Yes'm," I agreed humbly. Emboldened, I braved a question. "Uh - you're gay, aren't you?" "It's no secret," she admitted. "But, well, how do you feel about boys - men?" "You mean, do I hate them?" she asked, smiling a bit more. "No, of course not. It's just that this," she stroked my dick gently, "doesn't appeal to me. Oh, my life would probably be simpler if I were heterosexual, but I've come to terms with what I am, and I've been lucky enough to find a community that accepts me, and a partner whom I love, and who loves me. That's what really matters in this world, Mr. Walker - finding someone you can share your life with." "Yes'm," I agreed, not sure I understood completely, but maybe I would before the week was out, or when I was older. For a moment she looked bleak. "The world can be a very lonely place, Mr. Walker, without someone to share your joys and sorrows with." She brightened. "As you may already know, or will soon, I suspect. Miss Finch seems to fancy you. She's very sweet, and not my type at all." "Yes'm." For some reason I felt relieved at this. "Off to your next period, Mr. Walker, and I'll see you tomorrow." "Yes, Miss Gallison." I hurried off to gym. We played softball, and it felt really strange to be outside virtually naked. I had to wear a protective cup, but that was all, since I played right field. I always dreaded any hits my direction, but this time there weren't any. I struck out twice, and then hit my usual line drive to the shortstop. Then it was back in to shower with the girls again. This time a few more of them didn't wrap up and I got to study their different shapes. Some of the girls didn't have any more tit than I did, and one chunky girl, Stephanie, didn't look as bad without clothes as I thought she would. She even got a rise out of my dick as she washed herself, and blushed at the sight of it rising. I was toweling off my hair when she touched my shoulder. "Uh, I saw Beth - uh - do you in math." "Yeah." "Would you like - do you need...?" "Relief? Uh - well, I'm not allowed to, right now." My dick was only half-hard anyway, but rising to the occasion from her interest. "Oh." She seemed disappointed. "But you can touch me, if you want," I assured her suddenly, wondering what was getting into me. I noticed her nipples were stiffening. "Can I?" She didn't wait for an answer, but gently curled her hand around my dick as it swelled and stiffened even further. "It's so hot, and getting hard!" "Yeah." Emboldened, I reached up and gently touched her nipple with my fingertips. "Oh!" She flinched and I jerked my hand back. "Sorry," I apologized quickly. "That's all right! It's just that I didn't expect it." Turning pink, she quickly let go of my cock. "We'd better get dressed." I grinned at her. "You'd better get dressed," I corrected. "I only need to put on my shoes and socks." "Oh, yeah." She blushed prettily. She was kind of fat, but really cute, I decided. Not as cute as Beth, though. "See you around." "See you around," I agreed, finishing toweling off.