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 Carl Naked in School 8/15 (mfFg+ exhib mast inc?)

   Wednesday Afternoon

   After school I hadn't pedaled even half a block before I decided my butt
was still too sore for the bicycle seat and I dismounted.  I was walking it
when I heard Beth calling me and waited for her to catch up.

   "Hi," she greeted me shyly.

   "Hi yourself," I responded, wondering how she could change from being so
teasing and flirtatious this morning to shy now.

   "I - uh - heard you had Stephanie - uh - give you relief in gym," she
admitted.

   Maybe that was it?  Maybe she was jealous?  "I would have asked you to,
if you'd been there."

   "Oh!" She thought this over a moment.  "She's very sweet."

   "She's nice," I agreed.  "But you're more my type." I didn't admit I'd
felt Stephanie's breast.

   "I feel bad for her," Beth went on.  "People make fun of her just
because she's kinda plump."

   "Yeah." It didn't seem right to admit that I liked Beth's petite frame
better than Stephanie's plumpness.  And then, Beth was smarter than
Stephanie, too.  I could really talk with her.  "She'll find the right
guy," I assured her confidently.

   "I hope so."

   We walked along companionably for a few minutes.  I could tell something
else was bothering her.  We were almost to the corner where she'd turn
toward her house when she broke the silence.

   "I heard that Karen has been seen naked on the streets, in public."

   "Really?" I kind of wished I'd seen that, but I didn't say that to Beth.
"Well, it's allowed, according to the new laws, and the program brochure
they gave me encourages it."

   "Are you going to do it?"

   I thought about it, and felt my cock stiffen in my shorts.  "I don't
know," I admitted, blushing.  "Would you do it?"

   "Me?" Beth squeaked.  "I'm not in the program."

   "You might be, maybe even next week," I pointed out.

   "I'm trying not to think of that!"

   I understood that.  "You might want to, though.  Think about it, I mean.
It's probably going to happen, sooner or later."

   She looked at me sharply.  "Are you hoping I will be chosen?"

   She was smart, all right.  "Uh - yeah, I guess I am.  I mean, you're
cute, and, yeah, I'd like to see you naked," I admitted, blushing.  "I
mean, it seems fair, since you've seen me."

   We paused at her corner and she thought this over.  "I suppose so," she
admitted dubiously.  "But I'd die of embarrassment!"

   "I thought I would, too, but I didn't," I pointed out.  "You might try
going around naked at home, when no one is there, I mean, so you can sort
of get used to how it feels."

   She shivered.  "I've - I've gotta get home.  See you tomorrow?"

   "You sure will," I answered with a chuckle.  "All of me!"

   "Yeah!" She giggled.  "See you."

   "See you."

   I watched her walk away, pony tail swishing.  This time her hips weren't
swinging the way they had that other time, and her steps were slow, like
she was thinking hard.  She looked nice that way, too.

   I turned toward home.  As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the grass
needed mowing.  After putting my bike away in the garage I went in the
house and dumped my books at the foot of the stairs, getting a quick snack
before tackling the lawn.  Sis was still out.

   Up in my room, I thought about what Beth had asked - if I was going to
go naked on the streets as well as in school.  The thought rattled me,
because I knew it would be embarrassing, but I had to admit that I also
wanted to do it.  If Karen was doing it, why shouldn't I?

   I tried to set the idea aside as I went to take care of the lawn.  We
don't have a lot of grass, just a small back yard, with an above ground
pool taking up a big chunk of it, and a tiny patch of lawn in front, and
it's flat.  We have one of those old reel type mowers you push.

   I got the mower out and took it out the side door of the garage to do
the back yard first.  Then I paused.  There was a fence.  The neighbors
could see in the back yard only if they came right to the fence, or from an
upstairs window.  Otherwise the yard was shielded from view.

   Taking a deep breath, I stripped off my shirt and draped it over the
bush by the door.  Then I skinned down my shorts, liberating my cock to
stand up in the gentle breeze.  Stepping out of my shoes and pulling my
socks off, so I was completely naked, I put the shorts with my shirt, and
grasped the handles of the mower.  It whirred eagerly as I stepped out into
the sun and air of the open yard.

   I never used the basket for catching the clippings.  Dad said it was
better to let them go back into the soil.  Without it, they fountained
back, spattering against me all the way up to my chest, sometimes my face.
They were cool, and stung just a tiny bit when they hit, but it felt good.

   The grass was cool and moist under my feet.  It smelled sweet and fresh.
The air touched me all over, and I remembered that night when I was
thirteen.  It was one of the last time my folks had been together, and
they'd gone with Sis to something at her school, and were going to be out
late, so I knew it was safe to run around the house naked.  I'd scampered
around the yard in the cool night air, my thirteen year old pecker hard,
eager, pointing and seeking for something it didn't yet know what was.  It
still didn't really know the real thing, I mused, as I pushed the mower
around the yard, but it was getting a lot closer to finding out.

   Finishing the back yard, I paused at the gate.  This, now, was the real
test - did I have the guts to go out naked and mow the front lawn?  I
thought of Karen walking down the street naked, and my prick stiffened even
more.

   Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and stepped out, the
concrete walk hot under my bare feet.  I was more conscious than ever of
the feel of the sun on my naked skin, the breeze touching my pubic hair. 
Even my balls felt it!  I could feel the whole world with every inch of my
naked skin.  My hardon felt heavy as it swayed, tugging at my groin.

   Sweating with more than just effort, I made myself step out and begin
the first cut, along the driveway, right toward the street.  I kept feeling
like I was being watched, though there was no one on the street at the
moment.  Reaching the end of that first cut, I turned to make the usual
swath along the narrow strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street,
and just then a car turned the corner and came toward me.

   I almost bolted for the back yard, but stiffened my resolve.  The car
slowed as it neared me, and I looked up as a complete stranger, a woman,
drove past, staring.  Managing a smile, I tossed her a wave, and she
floored the accelerator in shock, I suppose.

   "Hi, Carl!" a girl about eight called, coming out of the house across
the street.

   "Hi, Susie," I responded warily.

   "You don't have any clothes on," she pointed out.

   "Nope!"

   "How come?"

   I thought a moment.  How could I explain the program to someone her age?
"Because I felt like it."

   "My mom won't let me go around naked.  Does yours?"

   "She didn't used to.  She does now." I kept mowing, finishing the second
swath on the strip closest to the street, thinking maybe she'd go away.

   "What's that sticking out from you?"

   "My penis," I answered, blushing furiously, stopping at the end to talk
with her.

   "You look funny!" Susie said with a giggle.

   "Susie!  You come back inside, right now!" Susie's mother called. 
"Don't embarrass him!"

   I smiled wryly.  "She's just curious, and I don't mind."

   Susie's Mom, Mrs.  Cadwallader, was standing with her the driveway.  "I
read in the paper about the program, Carl, but I didn't know you were in
it."

   "Yes'm," I answered.  "Since Monday." I leaned against the mower handle,
my hardon burning in the sun, and the mower moved away, making me stagger
like a fool.  I tried to brush off the grass clippings that were sticking
to my sweat, but it didn't work.  "I hope you don't mind too much.  It's
part of the program, to be naked in public."

   She glanced at Susie, who was still staring at me, a finger in her
mouth, then back at me.  "Do you have to be like - that - hard, I mean?"

   I could only shrug, and blush.  "You know teenage boys, Mrs. 
Cadwallader.  If I could help it, I would.  I suppose, after I get used to
being naked, I won't get as many erections."

   She mumbled something.

   "What?" I asked, not having heard it clearly.

   "Nothing," she answered.  "I guess it's okay.  Let me know if Susie
bothers you."

   She went back inside, and I went back to mowing, Susie still watching
me.

   I crossed the sidewalk to the main part of the front lawn, puzzling over
what Mrs.  Cadwallader had said under her breath.  It sounded something
like "I wish you could give some of yours to my husband," but I couldn't
believe she'd say that.

   The next turn I made, I looked up and discovered my audience had grown.
Two friends of Susie's, I guess, were standing with her.  As I started the
next pass, a girl about thirteen came walking along and joined them.

   "Looks like you've got a fan club," Sis observed wickedly when she came
up.

   I paused, wiping my forehead again.  "Tell me about it!  Can you do
supper tonight?"

   "Hi guys," she greeted the group across the street.  "Hi, Carol!"

   "Hi, Dee," the thirteen year old responded, barely looking at Sis.  "Is
that your brother?"

   "Uh huh." Dee nodded.

   "You're lucky!"

   Sis giggled and waved.  "Make you a deal," Sis offered to me.

   "What's that?"

   "You have to stay naked all evening, until you go to bed, and stay out
here until dinner time," she answered wickedly.

   "I have homework to do!" I protested.  "There's not that much to do out
here."

   "I'll do supper, and the dishes," she haggled.  "The flowerbed needs
weeding."

   I thought about it.  I could toss off most of my homework after supper,
and I really didn't want to get stuck with cooking and the dishes. 
"O-kay," I agreed at last.  "Deal." I spit on my palm and held my hand out.


   She spit on hers and we shook on the deal, a solemn ritual in our house.
Then she giggled.  "You forgot.  It was my turn anyway!"

   "Hey, wait a minute!  That's not fair!" I protested.

   She skipped up the walk.  "A deal's a deal," she reminded me.

   Grumbling, I went back to the lawn, noting that within a few minutes
that the crowd across the street had suddenly grown a lot, and there were
some on this side now, kids from ten to fourteen or so - grade and middle
school age.  I was willing to bet some of them were Dee's friends that
she'd invited.  Then I saw more girls her age coming, and realized she was
probably using a phone tree to tell the whole town!

   I wanted to go in and wring her neck!  But, in our house, a deal was a
deal, even though I'd been suckered - or, rather, I'd suckered myself.

   Finishing the lawn, I took the mower to the garage, to a chorus of boos.
When I came back with the weeder they applauded, and the few that had
started to leave came back.  Down on my knees, I began prying long rooted
weeds out of the flower bed, giving them a great view of my butt as I did.

   I was still at it as mom drew up in the car, scattering the crowed in
the driveway, the garage door rolling up out of her way.  "What on earth?"
she asked.

   I explained what had happened.

   She thought a moment, and smiled.  "Well, a deal is a deal," she
reminded me.  "And don't come in the house until you've washed off all
those clippings!"

   I assured her I wouldn't, and went on weeding, on my knees, my hardon
dangling downwards, conscious of all those eyes on me.  Other parents
started coming home, and all I could do was blush more when they saw my
hapless state.  I guess most of them had heard about the program.  A few of
them gathered and watched, talking before going inside.

   The women tended to linger.

   Finally Mom called to tell me to wash for dinner.  Turning on the hose,
I stood in the driveway and hosed myself off, the water stung, and was icy
cold, making my nipples stiffen and my cock wilt some.  I finally finished,
and then hosed the clippings off the driveway while I let the sun and air
dry me off.  Some of my audience had gone in by then, but others had come
along.  After turning off the water, I apologized to them.

   "Sorry, folks, I've got to go in to supper now."

   "Awwwwww," some of them protested.

   "Maybe I'll wash the car tomorrow," I told them.  "Never can tell."

   It was a relief to be inside, but I still couldn't put anything on, as
Sis reminded me.  "I hope you can put up with me this way," I told Mom.

   She looked me up and down.  "Oh, I think we can.  You look good, but
isn't that hardon you're carrying getting a bit sore?"

   I admitted it was.

   "So, do something about it," she ordered, tossing me a dish towel.

   Sis just stood there, gaping, eyes wide.

   "Here and now?" I gulped.  This was my mother, and my sister watching!

   "It's as good a time and place as any," Mom pointed out.  "Besides,
you've done in front of a whole class at school, I believe."

   I flushed, but I was really getting sore by now.  I'd been hard for
about two hours!  Dropping on to the sofa, I slouched, curling my hand
around my hot, throbbing prick and began stroking it.  Mom was in the
doorway, moving her feet restlessly as I masturbated, and I saw Dee, behind
her, sneak a finger down to her crotch, pressing against her shorts.  Her
little nipples were sticking out against her tee shirt, too.

   "Ahh - ah - ah - ah - ahh - aaaahhhhhh," I sighed, letting them both see
the cum jetting from the tip of my cock.  It was one of the best cummings
I'd had yet.  Mom seemed to be breathing hard, and Sis was panting, her
legs crossed around the hand she had in her crotch, her hips working.

   It was a minute or so before Mom broke the silence.  "Well, now," she
said in a strained way as I mopped myself off, "I believe it's dinner time.
What are we having, Dee?"

   My sister shook herself out of wherever she had gone.  "Oh, yeah.  Uh -
well, it's creamed turkey on rice.  If you still want it."

   We all looked at each other, looked at the big, creamy blob of cum
oozing from my prick, and exploded into laughter.