DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).
A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Twenty-Nine: Park Life
FRIDAY 14TH MAY 2021
"Remember a few months ago I asked if you had to learn Elvish, Dothraki or Klingon; which would you choose?" Mateo asked.
"Sure," Noah replied distractedly - it was a typical Matty question.
"Oh, we're not going back to this again," complained Samir.
"I'm bored and Noah didn't give a proper answer and I don't have another question," Mateo retorted.
<<And in fairness, we've been talking about Maths for the last twenty minutes.>>
Samir and Toby groaned - they thought there would be a new ridiculous question this week. Noah had been distracted thinking about the EMARP, so he was glad of something else to think about.
"I'm going to be honest though,” Noah responded. “I don't know what three of the words you used mean."
"Which three words?" asked Toby with a grin.
“Elvish, Dothraki and Klingon?” Samir said as if it were obvious but Toby knew better – his grin got bigger.
“No; remember, week and choose," Noah joked.
"Ha ha. Can we take this seriously please?" Mateo deadpanned but he too was taking the piss.
"I dunno... Elvish is in Lord of the Rings, right?" Noah replied.
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Ronan kept quiet, letting the voice pontificate, but didn't want to complicate the question.
"Yes. Dothraki is from Game of Thrones and Klingon is from the future," Samir concluded.
"Right. Well... is there a right answer? Which one I should want to speak?" Noah asked Toby.
"Don't look at me. Last week, I said Elvish and nearly got my head bitten off," Toby replied.
"You didn't even know the difference between Quenya and Sindarian," Mateo admonished.
"Scandalous," Samir passed remark.
"None of you take me seriously," Mateo said with a pout.
"I'd like to speak them all," Ronan said.
"Finally someone who has a sensible answer," Mateo cheered and gave Ronan a quick hug.
<<I speak many languages. Hol law' pejatlh.>>
"I mean, how am I going to be able to answer the space phone, if I can't even speak Klingon?" Ronan asked.
"That is the question," Mateo agreed.
"taH pagh taHbe'," Ronan said; to be or not to be (that is the question).
<<Very clever!>>
It was a compliment that was damming with faint praise but Ronan took it – from the voice inside his head, it was remarkably generous. The conversation may have carried on but the bell rang and a very relieved group of boys headed to class. Noah couldn't help but think it was funny that he'd rather be in class than argue with Mateo about Dothraki.
It wasn’t a proper lesson, with the exam timetable having begun, the boys of Five Dukes Boys School continued to follow a partial timetable made up of structured studying classes.
"Noah... Can I speak to you for a moment?" said Mr Bassett - the Head Teacher – just before Noah got to the classroom door.
The man seemed nervous for some reason and his usually affable expression was serious. Noah stopped to speak to him while the rest of his friends headed to class without him. The corridor remained active but not busy, the main traffic having already moved on towards the classrooms.
"Have I done something wrong?" Noah worried.
"No. Of course not. There's nothing wrong with you," Mr Bassett was quick to reassure.
"Oh good," Noah replied.
Noah seldom if ever spoke to the Head Teacher and he’d wondered if he was in trouble. Then Noah wondered if someone had found out about his sexual encounter with Mr Cooke the Drama teacher. But neither of these seemed to be the case.
"In fact, that’s what I wanted to say. There is nothing wrong with you and you are accepted just the way you are," Mr Bassett said.
"Eh... Ok..."
"I received your letter on Monday and wanted to take time to think about it properly and to let you know I'll speak need to speak to the Parent Teacher Association and the School Board before I can give you an answer," Mr Bassett continued.
"Eh... Ok..."
"Ok?" Mr Bassett asked.
"Yes... my letter?" Noah enquired.
He only asked because he had no idea what the man was going on about. What letter? The PTA and School board? Noah was totally lost.
"We should talk about this another time," Mr Bassett said; "I'm not comfortable discussing it further without... a chaperone, perhaps."
Noah was stunned into further perplexed silence and by the time he recovered, the Head Teacher had moved on. Noah entered the classroom and sat next to Toby. The room was filled with the usual cacophony of noise that preceded the teacher telling them to shut the fuck up.
Or, “please quieten down,” as the teachers usually phrased it.
"Is everything ok?" Toby asked Noah.
"It's hard to say. I don't know what he was going on about," Noah confessed.
Toby chuckled and then started a sentence that belonged in the middle of a conversation; "Anyway, I was thinking maybe we could go out on Saturday?"
"Yea. If you like," Noah replied casually; "If you plan to ask Matty, you might need to learn another language though.”
"Actually, I- I meant just us?" Toby replied sheepishly.
"Oh, good idea. Avoid those lunatics all together," Noah joked.
Noah caught Matty, Ronan and Samir (the aforementioned lunatics) still talking about xenolinguistics...
"Who are you calling a filthy petaQ?" Matty asked.
"I should never have taught you that word," Samir said.
"You've taught him too well," Ronan noted.
<<Qapla'>>
...But was called to attention again by Toby.
"Noah!" Toby said, trying to get his full attention. "I'm asking if you want to go out... with me... on Saturday maybe?"
Toby had been thinking about it since they'd made up. At the time, he had admitted that his own pain could have been avoided if he'd been more honest about how he'd felt. Toby had wanted to say: "How much I love you," but found he couldn't. Asking Noah out was an effort to find out if he meant the "L" word platonically or something more.
"Oh. Like a date?" Noah asked.
He hoped his face was better arranged than he felt inside. Inside he was thinking: NO WAY!
"Maybe," Toby replied guilty; "I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about myself. I thought maybe..."
Toby was unable to articulate what he thought and Noah was relieved to have another way out besides saying, "I don't want to date you." The truth was that Noah didn't want to date anyone. Toby was a great guy – cute, sweet and smart - but Noah wasn't looking for someone to date. Noah was still enjoying exploring his sexuality and settling down with a handholding boyfriend was contrary to that. Noah doubted a boyfriend (Toby or anyone else) would be thrilled about Noah's continued EMARP escapades and the lads therein.
"I thought If I could figure out how I feel about you, that would be a start," Toby confessed.
It was still skirting around the issue of whether he had sincere romantic feelings for Noah or not.
"Toby, I’m sorry. But dating me would be a bad idea. It's awesome that you feel better about yourself," Noah commented; "But I’m scared this would be overwhelming for you. I mean when you came out you said I’m gay I think. And you said you barely want to think about it...”
Toby’s face was sullen and hurt; not because what Noah said wasn’t true but the reminder made him feel stupid.
“I’m sorry, Toby,” Noah said and put his hand over Toby’s. “You'll know better than me what you need but if you're still figuring things out, maybe a date is too big a step?"
"It would be a big step. But I wanted to take it with you," Toby replied.
“Are you mad at me?” Noah asked.
“No. I’m mad at myself. I shouldn’t have asked but I just want to feel ok. Maybe I hoped I could just make myself feel ok," Toby replied.
"Sorry," Noah replied.
"And you don't want to," Toby added, slightly pettily.
Noah looked at him with a guilty expression.
"You don't have to say it. I understand," Toby said.
Toby did understand and that was what really sucked! He couldn't blame Noah for his excitement about sex and sexuality but he was jealous of Noah's free spirit and he was disappointed too. Toby and Noah had been best friends for a long time, doing everything together - until this. Toby missed the good old days and could now feel the days slipping away from them.
"I wouldn't make you happy, Toby," Noah said honestly. "I'm kind of selfish and I'm not the person you need right now. You're my best friend but if you want a boyfriend... that's not me."
"I know," Toby said.
"We are still friends, right?" Noah asked.
"Always," Toby agreed.
The held hands under the desk for a moment but despite the promises, they both felt a distance creeping between them.
Again.
Noah had invited everyone over to his house after school on Friday and they'd had a blast; a movie marathon followed by food and gaming. It was a fun night and Noah made an especial effort with Toby; he knew there was a risk, after their conversation at school, that things could get tense and awkward again.
Neither boy wanted to admit that their friendship had changed. They were friends again but not like before – now there were secrets and hesitations and no matter how hard they tried there was a void. Their friendship had fractured and the cracks had perhaps weakened their friendship beyond its ability to endure. That’s why they both tried so hard.
Toby too seemed to make a big effort, overcompensating for the embarrassment he felt at being rejected and the depression he felt knowing he would have to solve his inner turmoil himself. He had hoped Noah could help him with that but Noah was right to turn him down. Toby wasn’t ready to be gay, never mind dating.
"What's up?" Samir asked Toby while the others debated whether Die Hard as a Christmas movie.
"What do you mean?" Toby replied.
"I mean your entirely normal and not at all exaggerated niceties with Noah," Samir said dryly.
"You're annoyingly insightful sometimes," Toby admitted.
"It's a burden," Samir agreed.
"When Noah and I made up and I admitted I was gay, I thought it was like a huge step... but then days and weeks past and I didn't do anything," Toby replied. "I didn't achieve anything. I didn't change... Nothing changed. I don’t want to talk about it. I still don’t want to be it. I don’t really know who I am."
"You're still the same person, Toby. Before you came out and after you came out. Being honest about your sexual feelings doesn't change everything," Samir replied.
"Maybe. I just feel like Noah and Matty and Ronan and everyone else at school and at every other school and on TV and in movies and everywhere... are dating and talking about sex and having sex," Toby reported exasperatedly. "And I'm not."
"How do you think I feel?" Samir said.
Sam had come out as asexual and it wasn't something that came up very often in conversation. Samir understood why not having sex was not a conversation one had very often, but he had thoughts that he wished he could share and there seemed to be no place for him. Samir agreed with Toby about the pressure that everywhere put on young people to think about and have sex.
"I'm not trying to make this about me because I really did come to see how you were. But in a way being asexual has the same problems. The world seems to be all about sex and people can't imagine not talking about it or thinking about it all the time," Samir said.
"I asked Noah out,” Toby said quietly.
“Well that would be a terrible idea,” Samir noted.
“Gee, thanks Samir,” Toby replied – still processing all the ways Sam might have meant it.
“You know what I mean. You’re still working out how you feel about being gay and Noah’s a big, flashy, gay, sex bomb,” Samir said with a grin.
Samir looked over at Noah, shamelessly and graciously sitting nude with Mateo and Ronan just across the room.
“It’s a nice idea that best friends fall in love and live happily ever after but you and Noah have incompatible visions of what it is to be gay. For now, at least,” Samir acknowledged.
Toby understood and grudgingly agreed with his friend.
“I think I hoped to share my... being gayness... with him," Toby laughed at himself. "I just want to jump to the part where I’m as happy and comfortable with it as Noah is. I jealous of him. But you’re right... I don't really want to have sex or anything like that. I don't really know what I'm doing."
Toby’s eyes made furtive glances towards Noah as he spoke – Noah was nude of course and it was distractingly beautiful.
"Sex is important to most people. Some people don't even think I exist because they can't imagine not wanting to have sex with anybody," Samir explained; "Figuring out who you are and what you want is tough, Toby."
"I hate that it's so hard, Sam. It's not fair. Why is it easier for other people and not me... not us," Toby was watching Noah, Mateo and Ronan as he spoke and was filled with longing for the ease they had in themselves.
"Once you accept that sex isn't as important as most sixteen-year olds think it is, things get a little bit easier," Samir said with confidence.
"I like talking to you Sam. Thank you,” Toby said.
Toby smiled at Samir and would have hugged him for his thoughtfulness but didn’t want to have to explain himself to the others.
“I used to be able to talk to Noah but now..." Toby whispered. "Things have changed."
“That sucks,” Samir said.
“Yes,” Toby said as he watched Noah laugh and give Mateo the middle finger; “That sucks.”
<<You've been staring at Noah's penis for hours. You giant pervert.>>
Ronan caught himself and blushed guiltily at Herman’s words. He knew he was he only one who could hear the invisible voice but at times it was like it read his mind or it was ultra-observant. If Herman had noticed him checking out Noah in his naked beauty, anyone else might have.
Matty, Ronan, Samir and Toby were pretty much used to Noah's nudism at home. He got naked whenever they were all in his house and Ronan could never help himself checking Noah out.
<<Staring at him! Pervert!>>
Noah's honesty about his nudism was inspiring and Ronan indulged a fantasy about telling Noah about his own secret. The voice inside his head.
<<You'll never tell. I won't let you.>>
Ronan had been thinking about it even more since Noah and Toby had made up and Toby had come out as gay even though he was unsure and scared. Ronan was scared and the voice bullied, harassed, insulted and threatened him whenever he indulged the idea of talking about it to someone else.
Ronan wanted to tell someone and was coming to the conclusion that the voice had no real power. Could it actually stop him telling? It never threatened other people - that would give Ronan grave pause – and even its threats against Ronan himself seemed idle at best.
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The voice drowned out Ronan's thoughts with white notice until he gave up thinking about defiance.
“Plus, Hans Gruber is like the Grinch and the film teaches the value of friendship and family,” Mateo concluded his argument on the festive qualifications of Die Hard.
"You and Toby are getting on well tonight," Ronan observed.
“Oh, we’re just going to ignore my Die Hard Thesis, are we?” Mateo complained.
“One, it’s the middle of May; we shouldn’t be discussing Christmas films. Two, it’s nice to see them so happy,” Ronan replied.
Mateo looked doubtful and accepted the subject was being changed.
"I was just thinking they were acting like my mum and dad when they've had a massive fight but are pretending they haven't," Mateo counted; "The classic, 'everything is fine' voices."
Noah huffed - halfway between laughing and sighing. Noah looked sideways at Toby who was speaking softly to Samir – too quiet for Noah to hear what was being said. Noah’s world was so self-absorbed, an example of solipsism if ever there was one, that he found it distracting to observe other minds interacting outside of his experiences.
"You haven't fallen out again, have you?" Ronan asked.
"No. We talked earlier and... I don’t think I should tell you," Noah admitted.
<<Could you tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?>>
Ignoring the Star Wars reference, Ronan drew his eyes away from between Noah's legs and looked into his eyes.
"You don't have to tell us anything if you don't want to. Or maybe you think Toby wouldn’t want you to say?" Ronan suggested.
<<Clever boy. You figure that out all by yourself?>>
"I have a secret too... I want to fuck," Mateo said.
"That's not a secret," Noah and Ronan said together.
<<Jinxed.>>
"Oh, you thought I meant you guys?" Matty joked.
Noah gave Mateo the middle finger and they were about to descend into another stupid conversation when Toby and Samir joined in and Mateo took the opportunity to pose include them in another quandary.
"If you had to live in a dystopian future, would you choose post Judgement Day in 2029 from The Terminator or 74 years post rebellion in The Hunger Games?" Matty challenged.
"I'd never survive the hunger games, I'm diabetic," Samir said.
Ronan and Toby laughed the hardest at his joke.
"Wasn't Judgement Day stopped according to Dark Fate?" Toby asked.
"It's just a game, Toby," Matty said in a faux sulk.
"There is not fate but what we make," Noah said.
Noah hadn't meant anything by it but he and Toby shared a look. Was it fate changing their friendship or were they doing it themselves?
LATER
A few hours later and Noah was alone, in his room. He'd skipped dinner with Dan and Jamie. Dan had asked him how school went and if anything interesting had happened (he'd asked a few times this past week) but Noah couldn't think of anything worth reporting and Daniel just smiled and moved on.
It felt like he was up to something.
Noah had filled up on pizza and junk food while his friends had been over and didn't feel up to a meal. He'd make a snack later. He could hear Daniel and Jamie chatting downstairs and wondered if they'd fuck again soon. Being a sixteen-year-old horny gay boy, sex entered his mind quite a lot.
Noah felt guilty about putting off studying - attending an expensive private school brought along certain expectations for academic achievement and those expectations required a lot of hard work and studying.
It was getting late but Noah went onto his computer and checked out Sextr. Noah originally used the dating, microblogging and adult content app to browse X-rated images and watch porn. It was a decent cross between Grinder and newtumbl but there was much more to Sextr than that.
The sexual experience app had connected Noah to people all over the world, to his friends and boys from school and allowed Noah to explore his sexual interests at a time when he wasn't sure what he was doing. One might ask if Noah knew what the hell he was doing now?
Sextr and connected him to Mr Godetia and began his adventures with EMARP – Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing events. Sextr has inspired other adventures too and an accidental click reminded Noah of a Task-Me he had undertaken back in January.
Task-Me commonly involves users challenging others to participate in activities - generally this took the form of dares. Noah was amazed to see men stripping naked and sharing their names and addresses (sometimes drivers licences) online. People did crazy stuff, Noah thought (ironically given his resume). Noah was a boy who had recently role played as a schoolboy (a role he was born for) getting naked pictures taken of him by a professional photographer for a nationwide advertising campaign.
Perhaps Noah wasn't in a position to consider anyone's interests crazy?
Noah browsed though more Task-Me's while casually fondling himself. There were boys his age - probably a few years older given the content guidelines - stripping and jerking off; there were guys wanking in the woods or at a bus stop or cumming on a burger and eating it. The hottest video he watched was of two lads (eighteen or nineteen) jerking each other on a train - the carriage was empty but they pushed shorts down to their ankles and pulled their shirts up and it was very hot.
Out of curiosity, Noah clicked onto Event-Me which searched for activities on one's local area. Noah found himself browsing swingers parties, dogging sites, voyeur exhibits...
"Fucking hell, who knew there were so many dirty guys around," Noah muttered to himself.
After ten minutes he came across one Event-Me that was very appealing:
Park Life
Who needs dogging when you have walkies?
Seeker wanted for naked hide and seek.
Must be comfortable with outdoor nudity.
Includes risk of getting caught by non-participants.
Noah messaged the organiser and was soon added to a Group-Me. There were five boys in the group and all were nineteen or twenty years old. Will, Patrick, John, Tom and Peter all introduced themselves but it was Will (whose username was TheOriginal) who explained the event.
Noah was to wear the following items: trainers with socks, underwear, shorts, t-shirt, and a baseball cap. They would meet in Dukeswell park – located near the centre of the city – at 8PM. Sunset was forty minutes later so it would still bright but the park was generally vacant by then - except for dog walkers and runners who added to the excitement for the seeker.
Noah's job as seeker was to be stripped by the team - yes, they got to do the stripping - and then to find each member of the team. Sexual favours were granted at the discretion and agreement of seeker and hider but were not necessary for access to the item of clothing.
Only trainers and a baseball cap could be worn while seeking all the hiders, regardless of what items had been found. This meant Noah was not allowed to put on his underwear, shorts or t-shirt until he had found all five boys - irrespective of what order he found the items in.
TheOriginal: [So... do you want to play?]
SATURDAY 15TH MAY 2021 (sunset 20:42)
Of course Noah wanted to play – insane outdoor nudity after sunset in a public park miles from home with a group of strangers. He'd be crazy not to do it, right?
Noah was not quite so blasé. He checked out their Sextr profiles and even deduced enough to find one of them on Facebook. Because the account wasn't private...
Gotta watch those privacy settings - seriously! Most social media platforms default to public so any fucker can see your Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Sextr, etc.
...Noah was able to find the other boys in the group. The boys seemed like a nice bunch who'd been friends for years and didn't seem like the kind of people who would do anything untoward. Aside from the strip hide and seek and implication of sexual favours.
Noah told Daniel where he was going. Dan was pleased that Noah had told him but wasn't surprised Noah wanted to do it.
"I'm just telling you in case I get murdered," Noah said facetiously.
"I'm more worried about the public indecency charge," Daniel teased him.
"Do I look indecent to you?" Noah asked.
His shorts were very short, the sleeves of the t-shirt were shorter than the norm and his socks were only ankle socks. The socks and short running shorts conspired to show off as much of Noah's legs as possible. They looked long and were taking on colour from the longer days and glorious sun; their hairlessness added to Noah's feeling of nudity and he wasn't even naked yet.
"No, you don't look indecent," Daniel said; "I suppose I've done enough to encourage your nudity over the last year."
"Yes, you have. If I get arrested, I'll say it's your fault," Noah joked.
"About encouraging your nudity... I've done something that we should talk about," Dan said.
"Can we talk another time? I'm so excited I can hardly concentrate," Noah confessed.
Daniel laughed at his little brother; "Sure... Have fun."
Noah was alone in the park when he arrived. He could see some runners in the distance but they were moving away. He was near the swing park, the children's play area, which was long empty. Noah had taken a look at a map of the park - in between homework sessions - and knew there were multiple paths, public areas and buildings jotted about.
Some of the paths wound under trees, others were through wide and open grassy areas with nowhere to hide. There were two play areas, a pond, a fountain, a tennis court, a botanic garden and a pavilion. The pavilion was now mostly used by local school kids to smoke in during lunch on rainy days. In the summer, the local council often organised events such as Pride and later, a small music festival that showcased upcoming talent. Around the park were sculptures of animals from bears to squirrels; the seemed to entertain the kids and by far the most popular sculptures were the three little pigs.
It was a lovely evening with mild temperatures but a gentle breeze across his bare ankles was all it took to remind Noah of his brief attire. He could feel the momentary chill all the way up his legs, casting against his exposed thighs.
A wolf whistle caught Noah's attention and he turned to see five boys coming towards him. Based on first impressions, Noah liked them. They looked like a nice group of lads and although they were ginning and checking him out with unmasked interest, the interest was not malign.
"Wow, you're even cuter in person," said one of the guys.
Nods of agreement followed. The lad who had spoken stepped forwards and introduced himself.
"I'm Will, we spoke online," he said and offered his hand to shake.
Noah shook it and couldn't help but smile at the formality of the introduction given he was about to play strip hide and seek with them. Will had a gymnast's physique - he wasn't very tall but he was muscular. His tight t-shirt showed off a great body and his denim shorts were wrapped around muscular thighs with his tanned calves showing fuzzy legs. He was blonde haired and blue eyed with a cute face. He seemed an unlikely leader but everyone looked up to him, even if he was the shortest boy in the group.
Will introduced the others:
Patrick went by the nickname Paddy but he wasn't Irish. He was tall and lanky with short brown hair, big round eyes and a cheeky baby face with sticky out ears.
John was brown skinned, with soulful eyes and black hair that had silver streaks through it. His t-shirt was so low cut it that it showed of a sprinkle of chest hair but he was thin and tall.
Tom had curly hair and fidgeted restlessly. He wore running shorts and a t-shirt and laughed a lot, as if everything was funny.
Peter was a dark-skinned boy with very short black hair and stubble. He was gloriously handsome and had a muscular physique - not as dense and tight as Will but he looked very strong.
"So how do we start this?" Noah asked nervously once everyone had been introduced.
Noah looked around to see if anyone was about but it seemed safe.
"In a minute, we'll strip you. Don't be alarmed, it's a part of the game. If you'd rather we didn't..." Will started to say.
"No. Do it, it sounds exciting," Noah agreed quickly.
"Cool. So we'll give you a clue where to find the first person; if you go down to the woods today, you'll be sure of a big surprise..."
Tom sniggered at the clue; "That was my idea," he said.
Tom seemed to be a happy chap and his smile was as addictive as his laugh.
"You don't need to follow the clue if you don't want to though," Will pointed out.
“We’re happy for you to walk aimlessly around the park with your prick out,” Paddy joked.
"Anyway,” Will said; “You're only allowed to put on trainers and your baseball cap once you find them and continue searching. You can't put on the underwear, shorts or t-shirt until the end of the game."
"What if I get caught?" Noah asked.
"It happens and it usually good fun to watch a naked person talk their way out of it. Once you find any of us, we're be there to back you up if anything goes really wrong," Will promised. "If you feel in danger at any time, come back here."
"My car is the blue Ford Fiesta," Peter said; "It'll be unlocked and there's a phone stashed in the foot well behind the driver's seat. There's only one number in the address book, call it and Will will come for you."
"Ok. That's good," Noah agreed.
"How old are you really, Noah? You're not like, fourteen are you" Paddy asked worriedly.
"I really am sixteen," Noah said.
They all looked at him again - compared to their nineteen years, he looked at least three years younger but they were happy he hadn't said fifteen or fourteen. They might have believed him if he had. They also believed he looked sixteen - but he was undeniably pretty.
"Are you asking because your Even-Me mentioned sexual favours?" Noah wondered.
Tom laughed and nodded.
"Only if you want to. Sometimes the guys we get playing this game like to jerk off for us or give us a blowy," John explained; "But you are totally not obliged to do that."
"Yea, you're only sixteen," Peter said with a brotherly protective tone.
"I've fucked and been fucked a bunch of times," Noah boasted; "Eh... maybe not relevant."
Noah blushed at his arrogant and vain admission.
"Everything clear?" asked Will.
"Yup."
"Will we begin?" he asked.
Noah nodded.
The five boys pounced on Noah, two of them holding his arms and two clamping their hands on his ankles and holding his feet immobile.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Will said.
"Please don't hurt me," Noah played along.
"Oh, we won't hurt you. We just want to look at you," Will promised.
"We want to look at more of you," Paddy said happily.
Will came forward and lifted the front of Noah's t-shirt while his legs and arms remained held in place. Noah's hairless abdomen and chest emerged and Will caressed Noah's tummy with fingers that came very close to slipping inside his shorts.
"Take off his shirt," Will ordered.
Paddy and Peter wrestled Noah's t-shirt off and Noah appreciated that he would have been unable to resist if this were real. He felt momentarily guilty; boys who were bullied and real abuse or rape victims might experience this and he was having fun. It was a fantasy to be stripped but Noah minded that reality was cruel.
Noah's t-shirt was tossed to Will who sniffed it.
"Wow, you're a skinny little boy, aren't you," Will teased.
"Look at his arms, they're like noodles," Paddy said.
"Look at his pits. I've got more hair on my eyebrows," Peter joked.
The laughter wasn't malicious - it was all part of the game.
"His legs are smooth as china," Tom said.
To emphasise this, he stoked Noah's leg. It was an exciting sensation, the hand coming up past the knee but then back down and focusing on Noah's lower legs. It was then that Noah felt Tom and John pull off his trainers, lifting his feet one at a time in a co-ordinated effort, and then pulling his socks off too so he was barefoot in the park.
Bare foot and shirtless in the park.
"Please, I haven't done anything. Let me go," Noah moaned convincingly.
It gave Will a moment's pause but then Noah smiled and Will stepped towards him.
"You are really pretty. What's your name?" Will asked.
When Noah didn't answer, Will groped Noah's flat-chested pec and pinched his nipple.
"Noah. My name's Noah," he said.
"Those shorts are so small," Will commented.
"Yea, they're nearly a belt," Noah agreed.
He hadn't meant it to be a joke, but they all laughed and the gazes were hungry. It made Noah horny when guys looked at him like that.
"Let’s see if things stay up when we take your belt off," Will said with a sneer.
He pulled Noah's shorts down and they whipped past his knees and lodged around his smooth ankles and bare feet.
Will guffawed at the sight of Noah's underwear - little black briefs. His flaccid penis was well concealed inside and Noah knew it looked pathetic right now. The briefs emphasised Noah's thighs and the lack of any treasure trail into them or pubes peeking out of them highlighted his meagre body hair.
"What's with the little boy pants?" Will mocked him.
"Please just let me go," Noah said.
"Ok. But like Columbo, just one more thing," Will replied.
Without further ado, he pulled down Noah's briefs. The sight of Noah's neat little penis was met with sniggers. He wanted to tell them it got bigger but he had a feeling they'd see that for themselves. The question about his age returned and he wondered, if he bumped into anyone not involved in the game, if they would think he was a younger boy too. The briefs and shorts around his ankles were removed from sight and Noah's arms and legs were all let go. Noah covered his flaccid penis and shuffled his bare feet on the ground.
He looked around to make sure they were still alone. The car park ahead of him was not empty but there were no people there; behind him the runners he'd spotted when he first arrived were gone. What if they were doing a loop of the park and they re-emerged and saw his ass?
Noah had rarely (but not never) felt so exposed – it was just after sunset so it was still bright outside and Noah was totally naked in public. It was exhilarating. When Noah looked at the five boys again, they were each holding different items of his clothes.
"If you want these back, you'll need to find them. Close your eyes and count to a hundred," Will instructed.
"And put your hands on the back of your head," Tom said with a chuckle.
Noah obeyed and all five boys checked out Noah's limp dick. Will reached out to fondle Noah's balls and his dick gave an appreciative expansion. He wasn't hard, but the head pushed halfway past the foreskin. Two inches became three and a half – still small enough to be mortifying if he was caught.
"We should go," Peter warned.
"Count to a hundred," Will said.
They all raced off and Noah closed his eyes and started to quietly count.
"One, two, three..."
Noah was insane. He was barefoot in a park less than ten miles from home.
Noah was insane. He was bare naked in a park less than ten miles from home.
He was barefoot, bare naked and had his armpits exposed in a public park at barely half past eight in the evening. His bare butt was exposed and five strangers thought he looked like a fourteen-year-old boy. With his eyes still closed, Noah continued to count.
"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six..."
Time had no meaning and Noah was aware of every sound around him. Nothing made him think he was being watched except the hairs that stood up on the back of his neck but he was confident that was paranoia. Although Noah had reached thirty-five, in reality forty-five seconds had already passed.
Forty-five seconds of public exposure in front of who knew who?
Noah was aware that his timing might not be accurate and it was an exciting thought that he would be exposed for longer, increasing his risk. However, Noah was also nervous that he didn’t count too fast. Regardless, he felt his cock respond and expand until it was semi-hard.
“Sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine...”
Lol: sixty-nine.
Sixty seconds was a long time when Noah thought about it. One hundred seconds was over a minute and a half. He continued to count.
"Seventy-five, seventy-six, seventy-seven..."
At seventy-seven seconds, Noah had actually been exposed for over a minute and a half.
Acute awareness of his exposure and thinking about sixty-nining had caused Noah’s penis to inflate. He could feel it get firmer and longer as time pasted eighty seconds. Noah's semi-hard cock was a respectable six inches long. Over the next few seconds, Noah's cock reached full hardness without him even touching it. He felt proud and excited of his six-and-a-half-inch cock; he also felt exhilarated and foolish at exposing it publicly.
What the hell was he doing?
One minute and forty seconds of blind public exhibition?
"Ninety-one, ninety-two... ninety-nine, one hundred."
In reality, one hundred and twenty-six seconds (two minutes and six seconds) had passed by the time Noah was done counting. Yet Noah worried he hadn’t counted for long enough. What if he had counted too fast? Would he be penalised if he finished counting too fast? Another ten seconds of procrastination passed before Noah reminded himself he was nude in a public park! It was surely time to seek.
Noah’s eyes opened to the sight two boys standing in front of him - and they had their cameras pointed at him. Noah was naked, barefoot, his armpits exposed, mostly hairless and with his cock dribbling pre-cum like a tap that wouldn't turn off. They were recording him! His face, his nipples, his hairless legs and bare feet and his dribbling cock and loose balls...
"Oh my fu..." Noah said and whimpered to a halt.
“Please continue,” said one of the wide-eyed boys.
“Yea, you can’t just stop mid-sentence like the end of The Sop...”
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