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Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Ten: In ExxxChange
FRIDAY 01ST OCTOBER 2021
It felt a little strange to wear a school uniform. It was four weeks since school restarted and Noah had spent every school day naked. With the exchange programme between Five Dukes High School and Barons Edge Comprehensive, Noah's term time had already exposed him to two Sixth Form groups.
Noah's entire school knew he was a nudist. They saw his penis every day and given the build-up to their finding out, the final result was almost anti-climactic. It was indicative of Noah's extraordinary sex life that he had expected there to be sexy school consequences but in reality he was treated as a nudist – with respect and bewilderment.
Then the Maths, Physics and Chemistry Exchange (MPC exchange) programme began and a dozen Sixth Formers from Barons Edge were also exposed to his exposure.
The MPC exchange involved a collaboration between the two affluent schools, with Sixth Formers from each school visiting the other on set days throughout the term. Guest lecturers and teachers and special classes were designed to raise the quality of teaching and learning. This week would mark the first visit of students from Five Dukes Boy's School to Barons Edge Comprehensive; it would also mark the first time Noah had worn a school uniform since the day he had stripped naked in front of the entire school on the first day of term.
Noah didn't know who, if anyone, among the Comprehensive boys might have revealed his nudism to the rest of their classmates but he hoped it was a closeted secret. Noah's days at the Barons Edge Comprehensive might be the only opportunity he got for being a `normal' schoolboy again.
Daniel and Jamie had shown interest in Noah's nude term experiences and then showed an equal interest in the fact he'd be wearing clothes all day.
"If you need a touch of familiarity, feel free to take your clothes off and Facetime me," Jamie offered.
Jamie, his brother's best friend, had been more or less living in the McNelis house for years. They had had several intimate trysts – the most recent over a month ago. Noah was horny for more sex with the older lad. The dirtiness of a twenty-one-year-old man having sex with a sixteen-year-old boy appealed to him a lot.
"I think I'll manage to go a whole day without taking my uniform off, thanks," Noah responded with a grin.
"You wanna bet?" Dan asked sceptically but he was joking.
Noah technically wore his school uniform every day – he had to get to and from school after all. He could hardly walk the streets naked, could he? Could he? No, that would be implausible. Jamie eyed Noah in his shirtsleeves and tie and imagined undressing the boy. Noah was taller and broader than he had been a year ago, stretched and increasingly gangly, but he was still boyish and sweet. Yet Noah also had a worldly attitude beyond his years but maybe Jamie just imagined this as an excuse for his attraction to a teenager five years his junior.
It was slightly strange to not follow his usual route to school. Noah had been attending Five Dukes for six years – six years of the same streets and roads – so a new route to a different school caused Noah to feel like he was going the wrong way.
Noah found himself amongst the throng of boys wearing Barons Edge Comprehensive school ties; they gave Noah a few queer looks, clearly recognising him as not one of their own but recognising his school tie as a rival.
Noah was relieved when he saw his friends up ahead.
"They look like they wanted to eat me alive," Noah commented.
<<I'd eat him alive or dead. Not in a cannibal way, I mean I'd fuck him. Not in a necrophilia way. I'm just going to keep things to myself now.>>
"We were just saying the same thing," Mateo replied.
"They've been talking about you since the announcement at assembly so everyone knows you're coming. I think they're just curious," Amos offered.
Amos was a Comprehensive boy. He was also trans and Toby's boyfriend. Amos and Toby were close – shoulder to shoulder and hands almost but not quite touching. It was obvious to anyone who knew that there was something between them but to the untrained eye their relationship was ambiguous.
"They were talking about me? Tell me everything! What did they day?" Mateo asked facetiously.
Samir rolled his eyes while Toby gave Mateo an affectionate but admonishing slap – it was his turn. As the group engaged in a carefree and silly conversation, Amos looked back at Noah who was half a pace behind the others and then fell into step beside him.
"Are you nervous?" Amos asked.
"About school?" Noah replied and Amos nodded. "No, I've been to school lots of times."
Amos tilted his head and rolled his eyes at the droll humour.
"I meant because a dozen of the Sixth Formers here saw you nude last week and..." Amos started to say.
Just then, both Noah and Amos were shunted aside as a big lad pushed between them and then barged through Samir, Toby, Mateo and Ronan too.
"Hey!" protested Mateo but the lad shot him an intimidating glare. "I'll let you off with a warning."
Noah would have laughed at the cheekiness if the look he turned on Amos wasn't so disdainful.
"You should look where I'm going, Amos," he said.
Noah remembered him now – he'd made a bulling comment to Amos when they'd been visiting Five Dukes Boys School.
"Got yourself a girlfriend?" he asked Noah with a tilt towards Amos.
He sneered, didn't wait for an answer and strutted on towards the school entrance.
<<Who the fuck is that asshole?>>
"What's his problem?" Ronan asked Amos.
<<He's a bastard coated bastard! Did you hear what he said? Dick!>>
"I exist," Amos replied.
Trying to cover the awkwardness of the bully's interruption, the group started walking again – meandering towards the school entrance – with Matty taking up a new line of enquiry.
"Well, do any of us exist? Solipsism would suggest each of us can't be certain of anything that occurs outside of our own minds...
<<If Matty has a mind, he's out of it most of the time.>>
"...Maybe you all cease to exist the moment you leave my perception?" Matty prattled on.
"I wish you'd stop existing," Samir said.
"That's mean," Matty replied. "Or is it? Maybe you didn't say it at all and..."
"Does that happen a lot?" Noah asked Amos – leaving Matty to ramble on.
"Eric being completely loathsome? Almost daily," Amos replied.
"How do you put up with it?" Noah asked.
"My best friend Morys is a big help but I just try to ignore him," Amos said in his gentle and quiet way.
"But he bullies you because your trans?" Noah asked.
"He's a bully, it's what they do. I think I continue to annoy him because he's never gotten any traction with his comments. I don't care what he thinks or says so I don't really react," Amos said.
Noah listened and nodded thoughtfully. He was quiet because he wasn't sure how to ask Amos questions about his identity without sounding stupid, ignorant or judgemental.
"You can just ask if you have questions, Noah," Amos said with a smile. "No-one expects everyone to know everything about gender or sexuality."
"Did you ever find it confusing... being a boy when you weren't born looking like one?" Noah asked.
"No, not really," Amos answered frankly. "But I was lucky my parents were so supportive. I socially transitioned when I was six. You know, 96% of kids who transition at that age never go back."
"Toby said you went through a tough time with it last year?" Noah said – recalling the vague comments Toby had been making before the summer.
"Kind of. I'd been on hormone blockers and started taking gender affirming hormones. Eric was being more obnoxious than usual and there were some people at our synagogue who were being difficult," Amos explained.
"You're being ridiculous!" Samir said just ahead of them.
"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not," Matty replied.
The others laughed because Matty had a special talent for antagonising and amusing the group simultaneously.
"Things are better now," Amos told Noah. "To be honest, I was never confused about who I was. Other people have a problem with it but some people have a problem with ginger guys or people who support the wrong football team."
Noah laughed at Amos's honesty and optimistic humour.
"When I was six years old and started wearing exclusively boy's clothes, I was more confused when I found out there are no squirrels in Australia..." Amos said.
"There are no squirrels in Australia?" Noah demanded disbelievingly.
"I know, right? And did you know that if you drained Loch Ness, the population of Earth would fit inside it fifteen times over?" Amos offered another confusing fact.
"No way!" Noah replied.
"Yea. About one hundred and ten billion people could fit in Loch Ness? Crazy, right? The world is filled with confusing things. You don't need to understand everything to accept them," Amos suggested.
"Wait until I tell Matty about the squirrels..." Noah said.
"I've only known him a few weeks but I beg you not to," Amos replied.
Noah and Amos laughed and Noah forgot that their chat had started with Amos asking about if he was nervous. He was glad they'd spoked but Noah was still slightly uneasy about Amos. Partly because Toby was his best friend and he'd always look out for his friend. But also because there were times when Amos could be a little too sympathetic – coming across as haughty or condescending.
Distantly, the sound of a bell signalled the start of registration classes or assembly.
"I need to head inside. I'll catch you later," Amos said.
Amos and Toby shared a parting look before the boy walked towards the school.
"I think one of their teachers is going to meet us at the front door," Samir said and he coaxed the gang towards the main entrance of the school.
Noah, Samir, Toby, Ronan and Mateo met their peers (Dural and Jasper, Jonas, Miles, Mekonnen and Colt) as they approached the door to the school. Noah and his friends were a cohesive clique as were Dural, Jasper, Jonas and Miles. Jonas had been taken under the wing of Dual and Jasper and Miles had been added to the group by Jonas.
It was surprising how little Noah knew about Miles despite attending the same school for so many years; Miles was a quiet boy who Noah had never paid much attention to but he noticed that Jonas had been paying him a lot of attention lately.
Mekonnen and Colt were athletic boys who also studied Maths, Physics and Chemistry – a reminder that just because a boys is built for sport doesn't make him a dope.
Noah and his friends joined the group and it was Dural, naturally, who made the obvious comment.
"Noah... you're wearing a uniform today?" Dural asked.
"Ha ha," Noah said sarcastically.
"The Comprehensive boys in the MPC Exchange saw you naked at Five Dukes," Jonas said. "Aren't you worried they told people here?"
"They were asked not to. Amos told me," Toby chipped in.
"Oh... Amos told you," Jasper said with a sweet and knowing smile.
It was sincere and mocking but not mean. If Jasper had guessed Toby and Amos were an item, it wouldn't be long before Dural and Jonas knew.
"Well, he did," Toby responded with a chuckle.
"Someone's coming," Mekonnen said.
Noah had been the naked welcoming party when the Comprehensive boys had arrived at Five Dukes two weeks ago. He idly hoped the school would have their own naked boy welcoming party but he was disappointed when a teacher arrived with two students instead.
"It's the love of my life!" Mateo whispered hastily.
Mateo was, slightly unhealthily, crushing on a boy called Kevin. Ronan nudged Matty affectionately.
<<Kevin hasn't even noticed Mateo exists!>>
"Hello boys, my name is Mr Ahmed. Welcome to the school," said a handsome teacher. "I'm the Deputy Head Teacher. Kevin, you may remember, he is in the exchange programme with you."
Kevin was tall and handsome with a bulky frame and sinewy biceps; he had the look of a boxer, not just in his build but also in his hard, unsmiling face. The seventeen-year-old looked several years older except for his eyes. Noah hadn't noticed it last time but the slightly miserable boy had young, sad eyes that gave the look of an abandoned puppy.
Introduced to the group, Kevin made minimal effort to lift his gaze to the boys from Five Dukes Boys School but, curiously, his eyes lingered on Mateo. Perhaps only because Mateo was almost drooling and couldn't stop staring. Matty had no cool and no subtly. Herman – the voice in Ronan's head – had noticed the longing look and provided a soundtrack for the moment.
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"And this is Morys. He's the Head Prefect," Mr Ahmed introduced the other boy.
Morys, Noah recalled, was Amos's friend. Morys had a similar build to Kevin but where Kevin was hunched and withdrawn, Morys was open and smiling. Morys was an inch shorter than Noah and his hair was black and pulled into a knot at the back of his head.
Morys's smile held just a hint of the arrogance required for being Head Perfect. Correction: prefect.
"Hello, everyone," Morys said.
He beamed at the group, welcoming them all but his brow knotted just a little when his eyes passed over Noah. Noah saw it and recognised the foreshadowing in the glance.
School, it must be said, was school. The boys went to learn. The MPC Exchange united the students from Five Dukes Boys School and Barron's Edge Comprehensive for advanced lessons in Maths, Physics and Chemistry.
It was the beginning of breaktime when Morys approached.
"Hey, where have you been?" Amos asked.
"Busy. I'm a responsible Prefect, you know," Morys replied.
Amos scoffed at this in the way only friends can – with insulting fondness.
"Your name's Noah, right?" Morys asked – he had a soft Welsh accent that contrasted a robust physique.
"Yea," Noah replied.
"Could I talk to you for a minute?" he asked ever so politely.
Noah detached from his friends, where Matty had started a conversation about chewing gum but Noah missed the inevitable quandary Mateo would attach to it.
"I thought I recognised you when I saw you this morning," Morys said.
"Oh yea?" Noah asked guardedly.
Noah never knew if there was a hidden meaning behind loaded comments like this – he got up to so many ridiculous adventures that Morys could have seen him walking to school or running naked in the woods, studding in the library or wanking in an online video.
"Teen Threads," Morys said.
"Pardon?" Noah responded.
Noah didn't know what the boy was talking about. While Noah nursed his bewilderment, Morys reached into his schoolbag and pulled out a magazine. Noah had a bad feeling about this.
"I had this in my locker in the common room. I was surprised to discover you're a local boy," Morys said and his voice chuckled at the end. "I figured you'd be a boy from a thousand miles away."
Noah took the magazine. He didn't recognise it but his stomach fell as he realised what it was. Two months ago, Noah had participated in a photoshoot. Teen Threads... was that the name of the magazine the photographer had talked about? Noah guessed so. He looked at the glossy cover and saw a fine-looking older teenager in jeans and a t-shirt, with an open plaid shirt and ankle boots.
Noah looked up at Morys who read his expression.
"You've not seen this?" he asked.
Noah shook his head and Morys laughed.
"Take a look and we can talk about it at lunchtime," Morys suggested, departing as he spoke.
Noah had posed in beachwear for the pictures. Noah was a skinny, hairless boy and Morys seemed like the kind of laddish boy would find such images of amusing or embarrassing. Noah didn't mind that he wasn't bigger or hairier or didn't look older. He was sixteen and perfectly happy with how he looked... nevertheless, some of the things Noah had worn for that photoshoot could be potentially embarrassing.
The cover of the magazine was splashed in yellow capital letters: TEEN THREADS.
Threads meaning clothing.
When Noah opened the magazine, the next two pages also carried the brand name. Underneath, it read: CLOTHING FOR BOYS AGED 13 – 19.
Noah began to flip through the magazine. It wasn't broken down into categories like jackets, shoes, beachwear, underwear and so on but rather by age. NINETEEN was spread across the top of a double page and two nineteen-year-old models exhibited the available items. Their modelling continued across another four double pages – jackets and vests, trainers, and more. The shots of the lads in open shirts, shorts and socks were the cutest picture of the bunch.
Noah half hoped to find himself on the next page: SEVENTEEN – EIGHTEEN. The photographer knew Noah was a few months short of seventeen but Noah would have liked for his pictures to be beside the drop-dead gorgeous lads presented in the older teen section. The pages demonstrated a trio of guys, mature and handsome as they took over another four double pages to pose in shorts, trousers, shirts, t-shirts, hats and sunglasses. The shorts revealed marvellous legs and nice bulges inside – not indecently focussed but certainly bordering on risqué.
As Noah turned the page to FIFTEEN – SIXTEEN, he anticipated his pictures again. The boys on the new pages, another series of double page spreads, were sweet and cute. Less mature than the older teens shown so far but the mid-teens were full of smiles and a few tasteful shirtless shots revealed solid chests, faint happy trails and pit hair. The clothes were cute and small – one picture in particular revealed a sixteen-year-old boy in a vest and short shorts. His thighs and legs were not completely hairless but the hair was fair and downy.
Noah searched for himself and was almost disappointed that he wasn't there. The photographer had told him a model had dropped out and they needed another sixteen-year-old. Noah had fit the bill – attractive and not camera shy and, most importantly, immediately available. Yet Noah was nowhere to be seen in the appropriate section. Why had Morys been so excited when Noah wasn't even in the magazine.
Then Noah turned to the next page.
Noah was the only boy on the reveal page for the THIRTEEN – FOURTEEN section.
Noah was closer to seventeen than sixteen and they were claiming he was a fourteen-year-old?
He was positively obscene in a beautiful way. The picture showed Noah in pink swimming trunks; his arm was up to catch or release a beach ball, which exposed his totally hairless armpit. Noah's flat, smooth chest with little nipples met a flat and smooth abdomen. Noah's belly button was a stretched oval shape from the way he was reaching up but below it there was clearly not a single hair either. The trunks were tiny. The micro-sized trunks were even smaller even than Noah remembered when he'd modelled them. The hip was barely an inch wide, exposing much of Noah's hip and accentuating his silken thighs. There was a dimple in the side of his buttock, that created a gap between his skin and the band around his leg.
Worst of all, the swimwear were slung so low that it was obvious Noah had not a single pubic hair above his penis. Noah had nary a stray hair anywhere below his head.
It was humiliating – Noah had been three months short of seventeen when the pictures were taken but anyone who saw the images would think he was barely thirteen or fourteen years old.
There was a little lump in the front of the trunks that only served to emphasise the sad vision of his boyish persona. On another page was another picture of Noah, taken from ground level so his bare feet were front and centre. The camera was aimed up, looking between Noah's legs and emphasising their long, hairless beauty. Again, Noah was topless and again a bald armpit had made it into the shot. Noah barely looked at the other boys printed on the pages – he was there and the magazine had implied he was two or three years younger than he really was. If Noah didn't know better, he'd have believed it too.
The bell rang as Noah reflected on the images. The fact that Morys had given him the pictures discreetly was reassuring – it meant Morys didn't want other people to know about them either. Maybe he didn't want people to know he was looking at teenage boy magazines for the pretty boys.
Noah put the magazine in his bag and found his friends.
"What did Morys want?" Amos asked.
Even though Amos had said Morys was his friend, Noah wasn't sure how they shared. Noah's friends were used to him Clark Kenting his break and lunch times so no-one dug deep into the excuses he offered.
"He's the Head Prefect, he was just showing me around," Noah replied.
No-one believed him because why would Morys not show them all around? Noah was glad they didn't pull on the thread of the excuse. The teen threads.
At lunchtime, Noah saw Morys had stationed himself near the classroom the MPC Exchange class was vacating. He caught Noah's eye and then wandered slowly towards a deserted corridor. Noah lost his friends in the scramble for the lunchroom and followed Morys.
Morys beckoned Noah into an empty classroom and locked the door once they were inside.
"Are you gay, Noah?" Morys asked bluntly.
"Yes. Are you?" Noah retorted.
"More or less," Morys admitted.
Morys was pulling a tablet from his bag and offered it to Noah. EXCLUSIVE OUTTAKES was displayed on the ten-inch screen; Noah saw himself again and this time the pink and white micro-trunks with the tiny strips of fabric over his hip were slipped even lower than in the official picture.
The outtake was positively indecent – shirtless and hairless with both pits exposed, specks of sand on his feet and legs and the trunks slipped so low the root of his penis was visible. Noah's entire flaccid dick was ready to pop out of the trunks, only the head was caught in the seat of the swimwear. It was obvious to anyone who looked at it that Noah was as hairless as the age group he'd been chosen to represent.
"These pictures were taken on Baron's Bay, weren't they?" Morys inferred.
"Yes," Noah admitted.
"Just a few months ago?" Morys pressed.
Noah nodded and Morys laughed. Morys had a deep voice that suited his physique but it also had the sing-song quality of his Welsh heritage. Morys's accent was a blend of Welsh and English that made him sound mocking and arrogant in equal measure.
"But you are sixteen, right?" Morys asked – he looked Noah up and down with disbelief.
"Seventeen at the end of the month," Noah revealed.
"But you're totally hairless?" Morys giggled.
"Why are you so interested?" Noah asked.
Noah liked Morys immediately but he didn't trust him. Noah had learned with Ryan that first impression didn't always mean a lot. He didn't want to judge or be too trusting without more information.
"I like boys my own age. There were rumours of a local schoolboy who went naked but I figured it was just one of the nudist Europeans Visiting Britain lads. Then I heard a rumour about a nudist at Five Dukes Boys School..." Morys said.
Noah knew it wouldn't stay a secret but it was still enough to give him a flutter to know he was being talked about covertly. Noah wondered if Amos had told Morys. A certain level of discretion and decorum was expected of everyone who knew Noah was a nudist at school but it hadn't taken long for someone in the Comprehensive school to spill the beans.
"Did Amos tell you? He's your friend, right?" Noah asked.
"He is my friend, yea," Morys replied. "But he didn't tell me. You don't know him very well I guess but there's a few things you should know..."
Noah was all ears.
"One, Amos hates swearing. Two, he doesn't like to gossip about people behind their backs. Three, he cheats at Scrabble and don't let him tell you otherwise."
Noah chuckled – Morys had everything; he was handsome, not tall, funny, gay and clearly a good friend.
"Anyway, is it true? Are you a nudist at school?" Morys asked. He paused and then could not contain his excitement: "Because that is so cool!"
Noah was delighted by Morys's excitement in his nudity. There was nothing overtly sinister about Morys's interest – in fact, it had been flattering and enthusiastic.
"Yes I'm a nudist schoolboy," Noah confessed. "Who told you?"
Morys shrugged unhelpfully.
"No-one is going to admit they told people. Don't worry, a lot of kids don't believe it so it's a contained rumour... only half the Upper Sixth knows," Morys tried to mitigate.
Only half? That could still mean dozens of boys. Noah could understand why the rumour was disbelieved – it was after all an unbelievable arrangement.
"And how many know about this?" Noah asked as he waved the iPad with his almost naked picture on it.
"That's just a coincidence. I heard a boy was naked at school and couldn't believe it. Most kids still don't – it sounds like an urban legend. But then I saw you today and I remembered the magazine..." Morys explained. "...somehow, I just knew then that it was true."
"I suppose you want to see me naked now?" Noah said dryly.
"Well... yea... obviously I'd love to. But not right now. I mean... unless you want to..." Morys suggested.
Noah shook his head – another boy inserting himself into his life. Noah remembered when Toby called him a slut and wondered if it was true. Morys was a very attractive boy – big and good-looking and twunky. Noah wanted him but resisted.
"Maybe another time," Noah suggested. "I'd love to see you naked," Noah suggested.
"I don't think so," Morys laughed. "I'm shy."
"I showed you mine," Noah pouted.
Morys's mouth went dry. He wasn't really shy – he was just the kind of boy who didn't flash his bits at people he didn't know. However, Morys was fascinated by the concept of nudism and Noah being naked was especially appealing.
Morys looked around as if the check the empty classroom was still empty. He unzipped his school trousers and unbuttoned them and then pulled down his boxers to expose a squat, circumcised penis topped with a bush of black pubes.
The dick was framed by the untucked shirt and the black trousers. Noah looked to Morys for confirmation that it was ok to touch his dick and of course the teenager nodded. Noah reached forward and tugged on the fleshy, flaccid penis with his fingers. Morys smiled as he started getting harder and Noah's touching grew more exuberant.
Fully hard, Morys's cock was just over six inches. Noah liked the feel of it – slightly clammy from containment inside boxer shorts. Morys had sweet chestnut brown eyes that watched Noah carefully, studying him with interest. Noah realised he was being watched and lifted his eyes to meet Morys who smiled serenely.
"That picture of you on the beach... the nudism at school... what is it that makes you want to take your clothes off?" Morys asked.
"I just like it. I'm a nudist, I like being naked. I also like being looked at if I'm honest. Most people don't understand," Noah said.
"I understand," Morys promised. "I mean, I think I do."
"Really?" Noah asked as Morys's cock let out a preparatory leak of fluid.
"One of your teachers, Mr Cooke, runs an after-school Drama Club," Morys said.
"So, I hear," Noah said suspiciously.
"Yea, he's a total perv but I like the Drama Club. He gives me roles where I have to take my shirt off or wear just my boxers on stage. Everyone is looking at me and I like it," Morys confessed.
Morys didn't say that the idea of being naked on stage made his stomach turn. Guys go shirtless on a beach or when they're swimming so on stage that's no big deal but fully naked? No way!
"He's asked me to come to the Drama Club a few times," Noah said.
Morys was breathing harder now and clearly close to cumming. Noah hadn't sucked him but he wanted to taste the boy cum when it came so he decided to catch it in his hand.
"Maybe I'll come along," Noah said.
"That sounds good..." Morys said as his cock released a sudden stream of spunk.
It was warm and gloopy and it landed in Noah's hand, almost spilling over as his palm struggled to accommodate the pond of swimming sperm. Noah rushed the jizz into his mouth and Morys sniggered contentedly as his cum was eaten.
"I can't believe I did that," Morys said as he put his cock away. "I'd love to be in a scene with you sometime. I'm sure Mr Cooke could think of something."
"I'm sure he could. How many are in the group?" Noah asked.
"It varies from week to week. A lot of boys come from Five Dukes Boys School and here," Morys said of his own school. "A handful come from Dukeshead and Dukeswell schools as well."
Noah hadn't even considered that the after-school Drama Club would involve other schools.
"Jonah, Mr Cooke's son, goes most weeks and Amos too. Eric turns up a lot, you might have met him, he's a bit of a D-hole to be honest," Morys continued. "Oh, and Kevin."
Morys talked about the boys from his school who attended the Drama Club. Noah knew that if he told Mateo about Kevin, he'd be an entourage for the club.
"What's Kevin like? My friend has a big crush on him," Noah noted.
"Kevin is... it's hard to say. He doesn't give much away. He got expelled from his last school for starting a fight... well, finishing a fight. He punched two boys," Morys said.
Noah suddenly worried that Matty was going to be bitterly disappointed if he got to know his idol.
"Oh," Noah said reservedly.
"Amos gets upset when I gossip and he's hard to live with when he glares at you so I shouldn't say more," Morys said. "I like Kevin. He's quiet but clever and he's no bother really."
"If I come to the Drama Club, will you give me some acting tips?" Noah asked.
"Sure. Tip number one, if you're on stage in your underwear, briefs are better than boxers," Morys said.
Noah laughed and then realised Morys wasn't joking.
"That was a serious piece of advice Mr Cooke game me last year," Morys revealed. "Like I said, he's a perv. At least he didn't recommend a thong."
Morys was embarrassed the first time he wore nothing but underpants on stage but he got used to the attention and understood he was internally overemphasising the attention he was getting.
"You don't seem to mind Mr Cooke's attention," Noah noted given the casual way Morys talked about it.
"I don't mind. He's totally hot! Besides, I look good in briefs," Morys boasted.
"When is the next Drama Club?" Noah asked.
"Tonight," Morys said with a grin.
FRIDAY 08TH OCTOBER 2021
The first Drama Club, Noah did not mind admitting, was underwhelming.
Underwhelming in the sense that Mr Cooke had been seducing him to attend for months and it had been a totally benign evening. Noah had worn his school uniform and hadn't even taken his shirt off. Morys didn't take his shirt off either.
No-one took their shirts off!
The after-school Drama Club was hosted at Five Dukes Boys School but was attended by boys from a few other schools too. From Five Dukes, Noah knew Dural and Jasper – he had enjoyed the couple's adaption of Romeo and Juliet at the school talent show. Mekonnen, Colt and Miles (Jonas's friend) were also regulars and a few others with whom Noah was not intimately acquainted.
Morys, Kevin, Amos and Eric showed up from Baron's Edge Comprehensive.
Several boys arrived from Dukesbank High School, Dukeswell Academy and Dukeshead Secondary. Noah had to admit, he was impressed that Mr Cooke had coaxed so many boys from very competitive schools in Five Dukes Country to attend the Drama Club.
Noah had persuaded Toby (Amos was there after all), Mateo (Kevin was there after all) and Ronan to go with him but Samir abstained; it was a boost to the number attending the Drama Club of which there were around fifteen regulars and several others who frequented.
Noah had anticipated being stripped, outed or exposed but there was no mention of his nudism to the boys who didn't know. As new arrivals, Noah and his friends were allowed to take a back seat and participate in smaller group activities rather than full blown stage work.
Mr Cooke was well behaved and invited everyone to come again next time. When the Drama Club convened again, Noah had been naked at his own school all day but he put his school uniform on to avoid exposure of his nudism to yet more random schoolboys. Half-term was fast approaching – next week was the last week before the holiday and Noah was rather looking forward to a break from being naked at school. The next MPC Exchange day would the last Friday in October – days before Noah's birthday.
There were nearly two dozen boys at the Drama Club when Noah arrived for his second attendance. It was fun getting to know the other boys and Amos in particular was welcoming though easily distracted by his boyfriend. Toby was not much of a performer and remained shy which Amos respected but he chipped away are Toby's performance anxiety. Noah listened to them contentedly.
"So... I have a question," Mateo said.
<<Of course he does. My money is on: did amateur dramatics fake the moon landing?>>
Ronan laughed out loud and he got a puzzled look from Mateo.
"Sorry, Mateo I was..." Ronan started to say.
<<Thinking out loud? Thinking of another excuse for not telling your friends you're crazy?>>
"Why does Kevin come to Drama Club and then hardly participate?" Matty asked – too distracted by his hunky crush to question Ronan's laugh.
"He likes to do props and make scenery for the background," Amos said. "Not everyone is an outgoing actor type."
"So, if I specialise in props, I can avoid acting too?" Toby asked Amos hopefully.
"We'll see," Amos said indulgently.
"But he looks so lonely and sweet and he has sad eyes and I just want to hug him," Mateo said as he gazed Kevin across the room.
"Go and talk to him then," Amos encouraged.
"Can't! Too scared," Mateo admitted.
"That's cute..." Amos said. "Kevin?!"
Kevin looked up, tried not to rolled his eyes and crossed the room.
"What are you doing?" Matty hissed. "Oh god, he's coming. Play it cool, Ronan."
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Kevin was a tall and bulky boy who didn't smile as he approached; he wore a slightly more neutral expression than the miserable one Noah had seen before but Noah wasn't sure what Matty saw in him.
"Hey Amos," Kevin said in his deep, almost shy voice.
"Hi Kev," Amos replied sweetly. "These guys are probably going to be regulars so I wanted to introduce you."
"Ok," Kevin said after a beat.
The pause was either social awkwardness or well-timed deadpan humour.
"My boyfriend Toby," Amos started.
"Oh," replied with genuine interest and offered a hand to Toby. "Hi."
"His friends – Noah, Ronan and this is Matty," Amos said – his voice lifting when he said Matty's name.
Noah offered his hand and then Ronan offered his and then Matty wiped a sweaty palm on his trousers and whimpered when he put his hand in Kevin's and shook it like he expected Kevin's hand to explode. Kevin looked at Mateo with bafflement – the whimper, the sweatiness, the fact the handshake was going past ten seconds...
"Sweetie, you're just kinda holding his hand now," Amos said softly.
Mateo pulled his hand back – embarrassed and profoundly timid. Noah had never known Matty to not have words.
"Nice to meet you all," Kevin said and was about to leave.
"So... Have you ever wondered why some ghosts can pass through things and others can slam doors and stuff?" Mateo asked in a panicked rush.
Amos and Toby put their faces in their hands while Noah grimaced and Ronan listened to Herman laugh his ass off.
<<Wow! Train wreck! This is gonna be so funny!>>
Kevin's expression, difficult to read at the best of times, changed from stony to thoughtful. He had started to walk away but now turned back to face his inquisitor.
"Yea. Well... What bothers me is that if ghosts can pass though things then they're non-corporeal but then how can we see them? Light must be interacting with them," Kevin replied.
He answered a ridiculous Mateo question like a pro and Matty was so excited by the answer that he looked like a puppy that might wet himself.
"Exactly! Oh my god! Exactly," Mateo replied enthusiastically and then turned to the others. Choosing someone at random to thump with his fist.
"Remember I asked you idiots that question and you asked if we were talking about Slimer, Patrick Swayze or Casper?" Matty criticised.
Kevin still didn't crack a smile but his slumped shoulders lifted and he half-relaxed.
"Patrick Swayze is the friendly ghost, right?" Noah asked – taking the piss.
"No, he's the one who can move coins and also kill his former friends," Matty said pointedly.
"To be seen and move coins, ghosts would have to interact with baryonic matter in this universe which would make them detectable..." Kevin continued thoughtfully.
"Which they're not! We have no evidence of ghosts despite people wandering around in dark houses with EMF detectors," Mateo agreed.
<<He's actually saved it. Ghosts might not be real but miracles clearly are.>>
"All an EMF detector will tell you is that there's an electromagnetic field. So what? Is that what a ghost is? Why is that how we're defining what a ghost is?" Ronan contributed.
"Actually, do you mind Ronan? This is a private conversation," Mateo snapped with a giggle.
His usual self again.
"So anyway. I am going to go now... over there... bye..." Kevin said and then went over there.
"Come and talk to us again sometime, Kev," Amos said earnestly. "It was cool talking to you."
"He's breaking my heart, he's so pretty! And he answered one of my questions like a fucking champion," Mateo moaned.
"Amos? When we first asked about Kevin, you said he had a temper," Toby reminded everyone.
"I don't want to say more," Amos backtracked.
"I heard he was expelled from his last school," Noah said.
Noah was less concerned about gossip or Amos's desire to avoid gossip and more concerned about protecting his friend.
"Is that true? Why?" Toby asked. "Matty, you should be careful."
"Look, guys!" Amos said irritably. "Yes, it's true Kevin was expelled for punching two boys and you've seen his fists, they're like hammers. But from what I've heard, they kinda deserved it."
Amos would say no more which left everyone pondering the enigma that was Kevin. Except Matty – he was planning the seating arrangement for their wedding.
Noah had to admit that, underwhelming or not, the Drama Club was good fun. There were activities for people who wanted to create sets or props; for people who wanted to get involved in lighting or directing; and most of all, opportunities to act... or perform, let's not overdo it.
Noah could almost see Mr Cooke keeping his distance. After mentioning the Drama Club months ago, he seemed to be biding his time while figuring out what to do with Noah. Also, despite what Morys had said about the roles he'd performed so far, Noah still hadn't seen Morys in his underpants on the stage.
It was at the end of Noah's second attendance at the Drama Club when Mr Cooke asked to speak to Noah in private. Most people had already left so no-one seemed to notice. Noah made the excuse that Daniel was picking him up so his friends left him and the only other people left were a committee of boys who tidied up afterwards – led Jonah, Mr Cooke's son.
Noah was led to Mr Cooke's classroom where the man closed the door and locked it. It was dark outside but the lights inside were bright and white. The teacher sat on the edge of his desk and looked at Noah with a smirk on his face.
Gone was any subtly or veiled interest.
"I'm surprised you haven't had me masturbate on stage yet," Noah commented dryly.
"As my as I'd enjoy that, it would be hard to arrange and harder to justify," Mr Cooke replied. "Despite what you think, I am quite cautious."
Noah was inclined to agree though Morys's recent comments suggested it was an open secret that Mr Cooke was interested in teenage boys. Hopefully all over the age of sixteen.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Noah asked – he was flattered, excited and a little amused by Mr Cooke's attention.
"You've not had much opportunity to stretch you acting muscles yet," Mr Cooke observed.
He was eying Noah who was dressed in his school uniform of black trousers, white shirt and school tie.
"I guess not," Noah said with a shrug.
"I figured you'd have had me in my underwear by now," Noah admitted.
"Well, perhaps you'd like a one-to-one acting role?" Mr Cooke suggested.
"What do you have in mind?" Noah asked.
"I know you cheated," Mr Cooke replied seriously.
"I'm sorry, what?" Noah replied.
"You know what I'm talking about Noah so don't lie. I have to report it and I'm afraid you'll be expelled," Mr Cooke continued in a convincingly serious tone.
It was ironic hearing him be so serious about an invented offence given he was such a farce of a teacher. Noah enjoyed acting during EMARP and this was a similar experience. He was led by the scenario and the other player within it.
"Please sir... please don't get me expelled. I'll do anything if you keep it secret," Noah played along.
Mr Cooked eyed Noah up and down – the perfectly twinky teen in a school uniform.
"Anything?" Mr Cooke repeated and Noah nodded. "Ok... I'll keep your cheating a secret, Noah. But in exchange you have to do something for me."
"What is it?" Noah asked innocently.
"Strip!" the teacher commanded.
"Wh-what? Noah pleaded.
"Strip completely naked for me, Noah," Mr Cooke ordered him.
"I can't. It's embarrassing," Noah pretended convincingly.
"Take off all your little uniform," Mr Cooke pressed him.
"But... I'm just a boy, sir," Noah replied.
"Them you should do as your told," Mr Cooke replied.
Mr Cooke took out his phone and aiming it at Noah. Noah wasn't sure if it was part of the act or if the man was actually going to record him strip. It was exciting either way. Continuing in his scared boy act, Noah started by removing his tie. He tossed it aside – onto a desk in the front row of the classroom.
Next, Noah unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom and untucked it from his trousers with nervous excitement. He held it partially closed to obscure his skinny, bare chest.
"Open your shirt, Noah. Let me see," Mr Cooke prompted.
Noah averted his eyes as he opened his shirt and let the teacher see his skinny torso.
"Beautiful. Good boy. Now take the shirt off," Mr Cooke said sweetly.
"Yes sir," Noah assented and tugged it off before throwing it beside his tie.
Noah's arms were long and thin, like his chest really.
"Sir please... this doesn't feel right," Noah complained.
"You can tell me why it feels wrong while taking your shoes and socks off," said the teacher.
Noah bent down to unlace his shoes and worked on each foot one by one.
"I don't know sir. It's just," Noah hesitated. "I don't think you should watch me... or record me... taking my clothes off."
"And I don't think you should have cheated. You said you'd do anything to avoid expulsion for that, remember?" the man said reasonably.
Noah was now barefoot and topless and wore an authentically frightened expression.
"Now take those trousers off," Mr Cooke told him.
With feigned reticence, Noah opened his trousers and unzipped them, then slid them down his legs. Hopping out of the school trousers, Noah cast them aside and faced the teacher and his camera phone in his briefs.
"You're wearing little briefs, Noah," Mr Cooke mocked him. "Don't big boys wear boxers?"
Noah shrugged and pouted.
"Sir, please don't make me take them off," Noah begged.
"Why not?" Mr Cooke asked.
"Because you'll see my penis and you're recording me, sir," Noah said miserably.
"You don't want me to see your little willy?" the man mocked the teenage.
Noah shook his head.
"You don't want me to take naked pictures of you?" Mr Cooke asked.
"No, sir," Noah admitted.
"You shouldn't have cheated, Noah," Mr Cooke warned. "Beg me."
"Please don't make me take off my underpants, Mr Cooke. I don't want to be nude," Noah said.
Mr Cooke sneered and smiled and looked at the perfect boy displayed on his camera phone.
"I know," Mr Cooke replied. "Take your briefs off, Noah."
"But. But, I begged," Noah whined.
"Now!" the man ordered.
Noah put his hands on the hem of his briefs and had to suppress his smile. He rather enjoyed the sordid scenario – though Noah appreciated that in reality this man would deserve to be locked up. But it wasn't reality – it was a fantasy. Given Noah's involvement in EMARP, one teacher and his camera phone was tame by comparison.
Noah pushed the briefs down and exposed his short, flaccid penis to the man who was still perched on the edge of his desk. His hairlessness was illuminated but the classroom lights, Noah's bare foot flicked the briefs away and he was naked in front of the man. Noah covered his genitals with his hands.
"No, Noah!" Mr Cooke growled. "Put your hands up in the air."
Noah snivelled and then obeyed.
"Please... you shouldn't be looking at me like this, Mr Cooke. I'm completely bare," Noah whined.
"You're completely hairless too," Mr Cooke said with a scornful laugh. "You shave I suppose?"
"No," Noah replied – deciding to add his own touch to the role. "I... I haven't..."
"Haven't what?" Mr Cooke demanded.
"I haven't got any hairs down there yet," Noah mumbled.
"Speak up for the camera, Noah!" Mr Cooke warned.
"I haven't grown any hairs down there yet," Noah repeated to which Mr Cooke laughed.
"How old are you Noah?" the teacher asked – reality and fantasy bled together.
"Nearly seventeen," Noah admitted.
"You're nearly seventeen and haven't hit puberty yet?" Mr Cooke laughed delightedly.
"This is so humiliating," Noah confessed.
"You don't have any hair on your chest?" Mr Cooke asked.
"No sir."
"You don't have any armpit hair?" Mr Cooke continued.
"No sir."
"You don't have any hair on your legs even?" Mr Cooke said sensationally.
"No sir."
"You don't have any hair above your penis, Noah?" Mr Cooke scornfully.
"No sir."
"Do you have any hair on your testicles, boy?" Mr Cooke concluded.
"No sir."
"Come closer," the man beckoned.
Stepped closer with his head hung and his arms at his sides but not covering his genitals. Mr Cooke recorded the teenager as he came closer – committing the boy's nakedness to digital memory from his feet to his shoulders and his pretty face.
"Lift up your penis, Noah. I want to look at that pathetic sac of yours," Mr Cooke teased.
Noah lifted his short and flaccid dick and the man moved the camera closer to examine the bald scrotum. Mr Cooke reached out with his other hand and peeled Noah's hand away from his penis, which flopped down. It was only two and a half inches of pitiful boy-cock.
"Your penis looks very small, Noah," Mr Cooke added cruelly.
Noah sniffed looked at himself as if ashamed of his own body which was not the case.
"Turn around," Mr Cooke ordered.
The teacher filmed as Noah slowly spun to present his bare bottom to the disgusting man. Suddenly, Noah felt hands on his hips and he was pulled onto Mr Cooke's lap. Noah's butt cheeks grinded into Mr Cooke's groin where his thick and hard cock pressed though his trousers.
"Please, I thought I only had to get naked," Noah gasped while recovering from the amazement of feeling the massive cock against his ass.
"We're just getting started," Mr Cooke assure the boy.
Mr Cooke stroked Noah's chest with his free hand, reaching around Noah to stroke the boyish physique with admittedly solid but flat abdomen. Noah was so smooth that the teacher almost believed he had delayed puberty.
"You feel my cock under your ass, boy?" Mr Cooke asked.
"Yes sir," Noah replied.
Noah's penis had grown an inch but he supressed a full erection to preserve the teacher's opportunity to insult him.
"Say it," Mr Cooke commanded.
"I can feel you... your huge cock against my bottom," Noah agreed and the teacher laughed.
"Stand up, you hairless little boy," Mr Cooke commanded.
Noah stood and turned to face Mr Cooke again.
"You want to see my huge cock?" he asked – ridiculing Noah's choice of words.
Noah swallowed and then nodded.
"Use your hands then," the teacher ordered.
Mr Cooked filmed Noah as the naked teen opened the man's trousers and tugged his underwear and then hefted out a semi-hard man cock. Before Noah's eyes, it grew to seven inches.
"This is what a man's cock looks like, boy. Do you want to touch it?" Mr Cooke asked.
"Yes," Noah replied.
"Say it!"
"I want to touch your manly cock, Mr Cooke," Noah said.
Mr Cooke laughed and grabbed Noah's hand to put it on his erection. Within a few minutes, Noah's grip was around a fat, eight-and-a-half-inch monster cock. Noah stroked the impressive portion of meat, delighted and excited by it. The fantasy and reality were absolutely incredible. Mr Cooke was a fucking teacher and Noah had wanted to touch the massive cock for months now. Noah had wanted to be fucked by it too.
"You know what would make this cock look even better?" asked Mr Cooke.
Noah looked into Mr Cooke's camera with wide, innocent eyes.
"Your lips around it," Mr Cooke told him. "Get on your knees and suck it!"
Noah knelt and put his hands on Mr Cooke's warm thighs, still wrapped in trousers. The teacher's cock ejected from his open trousers and Noah knew he was being filmed as his mouth opened to accept the fat beast.
Mr Cooke moaned with anticipation as the teenager's mouth welcomed his cock. Noah was an experienced cock sucker and Mr Cooke could tell. Noah's head bobbed up and down and the screen on his phone captured the top of his head, his bare back and the dinky dick between his silky thighs.
"Look up at me, Noah," Mr Cooked ordered.
Mouth still filled with cock; Noah lifted his innocent eyes. Mr Cooke pumped his cock into Noah's face and the boy made a gagging noise. No matter how experienced you are, you gag on an eight-and-a-half-inch cock.
"You're a good cock sucker, Noah. Teenage boys always have such sweet mouths for big men's dicks," Mr Cooke added a tawdry commentary. "Do you like it? Do you like sucking me?"
"I don't know," Noah confessed with gasping breaths.
Noah continued to stroke Mr Cooke's cock while catching his breath and swallowing the initial discharge mixed with saliva.
"Do you like it, sir?" Noah asked.
"Getting my cock sucked? Of course," he replied with an arrogant laugh.
"No, I mean..." Noah started to say and hesitated (but he was only acting). "I mean... do you like getting sucked by a naked teenage boy?"
Mr Cooke's expression was not acting (at least not at first) when he heard Noah's question. He was scandalised but also called out on genuinely disreputable behaviour. He decided to make his reply hyperbolic to hide the truth about his feelings – whatever the truth actually was.
"Yes, Noah. I like looking at naked, hairless, teenage, schoolboys with little dicks," Mr Cooke replied. "Now, weren't you supposed to be doing something, cock sucker?"
Noah gobbled the massive cock again and Mr Cooke got his revenge by holding Noah's head. Noah breathed though his nose but his head was pushed lower and lower onto the fuck pole. Noah was allowed to lift his head again but then it was pushed back down until his throat was almost tickled by the head of the teacher's cock and Noah's nose was definitely tickled by Mr Cooke's pubes.
Tears fell out of Noah's eyes but not because he was upset – he was sucking the biggest cock of his life on a shit hot man. It was more exciting that that man was a teacher – shameful and sensational. The tears came from his mouth and throat being thoroughly tested by the face fucking.
When Mr Cooke let go of Noah's head, Noah lifted it so he could get his breath back. A mouthful of spit and precum poured out, lubricating the impressive hard-on again. It was wet and shiny with mouth and cock juice.
"Stand up again," Mr Cooke ordered.
Noah stood and faced the man.
"Get hard. Show me if a pathetic boy with no pubes can still get an erection," Mr Cooke insulted.
Noah bit his lip and looked into the camera as he stroked and got harder. He knew his impressive seven-inch cock would surprise the man – even if he had seen it before.
"Wow! You're actually a big boy," Mr Cooke complimented.
"Thank you sir," Noah replied.
"Have you ever had sex with a man, Noah?" Mr Cooke asked.
"No," Noah whispered.
"Boys are going to love getting fucked by you," the teacher responded. "Would you like to be fucked by me today, boy?"
Noah wore a startled expression and then nodded slowly.
"I don't know," Noah lied.
"I think you do. Say it!" Mr Cooke pressed.
"I want to be fucked by you, sir. Please fuck my little ass," Noah said what the man wanted to hear and what the camera would love.
Noah had dreamed of being fucked by an eight-and-a-half-inch cock but the teacher had warned he's be torn in half. However, Noah had been double penetrated and fucked many times so he was confident he'd enjoy it more than endure it.
"Bend your little ass over my desk," Mr Cooke told the boy.
Noah obeyed and Mr Cooke surprised Noah by dropping to his knees and stroking his hairless legs. Then Mr Cooke licked Noah's buttocks, working towards the crevice. Mr Cooke's tongue started at the sacrum and then dragged down into the smooth crack of Noah's butt. Mr Cooke moaned happily and rubbed his nose and mouth into Noah's crack until he found the sphincter. The camera did not record Mr Cook's face but it did record Noah's beautiful calves and silky thighs and his round, petite, hairless arse.
After a few minutes of licking Noah's ass, Mr Cooke stood up. The man had protection in his desk but he wondered if Noah would protest to barebacking. The very idea of recording the moment of penetration with his cock was intoxicating. The fat head of his cock parted the cheeks and then pressed against Noah's sphincter. With increasing pressure, Noah's ass opened and Mr Cooke penetrated.
Noah was being fucked by a fucking teacher. Literally a fucking teacher!
Mr Cooke was fucking Noah!
Noah moaned and the man hadn't even advanced his cock yet. The pleasure in Mr Cooke's cock plus the sucking from earlier was almost enough to make him cum but the man contained it and pressed on. Inch by inch, the shaft went in and when it came time to pull back, Mr Cooke put his free hand on Noah's hip.
Thrust and drive. Thrust and drive. Mr Cooke pumped Noah's ass, the tight hole squeezing around the fatness of the manly cock. Mr Cooke put his free hand on Noah's smooth, bare back and thrust deeper. Then deeper still.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Noah said when he couldn't contain himself anymore.
When Mr Cooke's balls and pubes started making contact with Noah's skin, the boy realised that the whole thing was now inside him. Eight and a half inches of cock were inside his ass!
Noah was still fully hard and leaking and the leak was very nearly a Fawcett as he approached orgasmic levels. Without even stroking himself, Noah was ready to empty his balls. Mr Cooke was reaching climax too. Noah was the tightest thing he'd ever squeezed into – even though he was not a virgin. It was Noah's experience that made the whole affair more enjoyable for the teacher. Mr Cooke continued to fuck the lad with a particularly energetic end – he thrust hard and deep.
"I'm going to cum on your back, Noah," the teacher warned.
Mr Cooke pulled his cock free of Noah's little ass at the last moment and yanked on his erection so his hot seed sprayed over Noah's boyish back. As the sprays of jizz subsided, Mr Cooke squeezed the head of his dick so it leaked its final offerings into the crack of Noah's ass. The man pushed the spongy, spunk-covered head back inside the teenage hole and pulled it out again. Mr Cooke smeared his cock up and down the crack. Noah could feel the hot sperm on his back and the snotty trails of it between his cheeks. He liked how it felt as it steeled and drizzled.
"Turn around. I want to record you cumming!" Mr Cooke admitted.
Noah turned and his abundant precum almost made Mr Cooke think he'd missed Noah's climax. Then Noah started jerking enthusiastically. Within a few minutes he was leaning back on the teacher's desk and cumming on his chest and tummy.
Mr Cooke caught a glimpse between Noah's hairless legs as he leaned back; the sight of the bald perineum added to the vision of dangly balls and a long hard teen cock. The jizz that erupted was impressive and messy, like the spunk now congealing on his back.
"Well. I think we're even, Noah," Mr Cooke said. "I won't tell anyone you cheated and you don't tell anyone I recorded you with no clothes on."
"And recorded me masturbating," Noah reminded the man.
"Yes..." Mr Cooke remained in character for a little longer.
"And recorded me sucking your dick," Noah emphasised.
"Well... yes but..."
"And recorded yourself fucking my ass with your eight-and-a-half-inch cock," Noah concluded.
"Ok, I get the point," Mr Cooke laughed.
"I loved it," Noah said.
Noah used his briefs to remove the worst of it and then started searching for his clothes.
"You really are a dirty boy, Noah," Mr Cooke observed.
"And you're a really dirty man, Mr Cooke," Noah retorted.
Noah was tempted to ask about the video he'd made but decided the mystery was exciting too. Besides, it incriminated the man – a teacher in authority – rather than the boy. Were it to come to light, Noah was used to being seen naked and sexualised. It would probably ruin Mr Cooke's life so he would be exceptionally careful with it.
"Do you still want me to come to Drama Club?" Noah asked as he started to get dressed.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few roles you'd enjoy," Mr Cooke replied.
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Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures