Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter One: The Enthusiastic Nudist
MONDAY 02ND AUGUST 2021
A year ago, Noah was in the French resort of Belle Peau (Beautiful Skin) where he, at first reluctantly, discovered his love of nudity. Noah also discovered his love of embarrassment, exhibitionism, and sexual satisfaction. His big brother Daniel had tricked him into getting naked on a non-nudist beach where he was humiliatingly exposed but it had led to a short-lived holiday romance with a French boy. The year that followed was a complex litany of scenarios and an exciting catalogue of sexual adventures and misadventures with lots of boys. Lots of boys!
And men. Noah was delighted by how many men wanted to fuck an almost hairless, petite, often naked sixteen-year-old schoolboy.
Noah enjoyed exposure and embarrassment but things had never been wildly out of control; even when he had been naked in front of strangers or people he knew, there had been an element of safety and containment. However, things were changing. Noah had agreed, following another canny manoeuvre by Daniel, to be an ambassador for Europeans Visiting Britain. EVB was to be a cultural exchange that helped sixteen- to eighteen-year-olds from around Europe to develop English language skills and share their own social philosophies. Among the agreements that Noah's home county of Five Dukes had made with EVB was to make the beach at Barons Bay a nudist beach (technically it was called a clothing optional beach) for one week during the summer. Five Dukes sprawled across one city and five large towns and multiple smaller towns, villages and hamlets. Thus, Barons Bay was, geographically, in Noah's back garden.
Noah's ambassadorial duties, on behalf of Five Dukes Boys School, involved him being completely naked on the beach. It was almost impressive how his big brother had manoeuvred bot Noah and his school into allowing such a turn of events.
It was different when Noah had been to France – he wasn't nude in his own hometown and he had run no risk of being seen by people he knew. During his year of misadventures, he had occasionally been seen by boys he knew but his role as naked ambassador all but guaranteed embarrassment in front of countess peers. Even if Noah met no-one he knew, people would see him – people who would one day be in the gym or supermarket or on the bus who would recognise him. Random strangers who would grin at him with recognition and then walk on by.
If Noah thought nudism on the beach was bad, he dreaded to think about the upcoming school term – another manoeuvre by Dan – but that was a worry for another day.
Noah had spent the first week of the school summer holidays in the USA with his dad and Daniel. Although their dad was a surgeon had been practicing and teaching in America for over a year and still had most of a year left in his secondment. It had been fun and exciting to spend time with him and get away from home for a while.
Naked in public a thousand miles from home would have been fine but Noah was fully nude on the beach only a few miles from his house. It was hot and Noah's skin was clammy – he could almost feel the heat of the sand though his flip flops which were the only item of clothing he had. Noah literally had no clothes or shoes with him – Daniel had dropped him off in the car in which Noah had ridden nude.
Noah's reverie had been prompted by a question from a boy. The boy was approximately his own age and he was gawping at Noah with amazement. Beside him was a man in his mid-late thirties.
"Dad, this boy goes to your school?" the boy asked.
"Yes, son, he does," Mr Cooke replied with a smirk.
"You can see his dick, dad," the boy announced; You're naked in public and in front of one of your teachers... aren't you humiliated?"
Noah blushed – he was humiliated. He hated it. He loved it.
EARLIER
Noah turned off the shower and let himself drip dry for a few moments. When he stepped out, Noah looked at himself in the full-length mirror that reflected his beautiful body. Noah was smooth skinned – his chest and legs were silky and lean – because he had been exposed to hair removal cream a few weeks ago and now his armpit hair and the patch of pubes above his penis were gone too, He was told the cream retarded regrowth for three months and didn't know if that was true or even possible.
As Noah looked at himself, he recalled the first time he ever ejaculated. Noah had experimented with masturbation when he was ten years old and came for the first time when he was eleven. Noah didn't want to dwell on pre-pubescent masturbation but he was thinking about it now because he was as silky as he was before he'd started puberty. Noah was hairless, bald and porcelain smooth. Now, as back then, Noah enjoyed squirting his boy-juice on his skin which was so smooth it was as easy wipe as plastic or vinyl. Noah hadn't cum this morning but as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was a boy who was as hair free as he had been six years ago.
Noah was taller now and sexy. In three months, he would turn seventeen his hairless almost made him look younger except the rest of his admittedly skinny physique betrayed his true age.
Noah didn't want to leave the bathroom – it felt like leaving a cell to walk the green mile to a terrible fate. There was no need to hurry – it wasn't as if it would take long to get ready. Noah had chosen a vest and shorts to wear to the beach but he wouldn't actually be wearing them on the beach.
Noah had agreed to be a naked ambassador for Five Duked Boys School so his job today would involve meeting boys from Germany, France and Spain at the temporary nudist beach a few miles from home. In fact, he was going to be meeting nudist students, not just students from across the channel.
Noah was nervous about it. What if boys from school were there and saw him? He'd only told his friends so he could only imagine how acquaintances and classmates would react.
There had been giggles at school when they learned about the nudist beach – there would be inevitable curiosity about seeing naked Europeans but how might his peers react if they saw him?
Noah had been thinking about it ever since he agreed – he hadn't felt like he could refuse.
Noah tried but failed not to overthink it. He walked back to his bedroom with the towel over his shoulder. His squat, flaccid penis bumped up and down with each soft footstep. When he got to his room, Noah discovered the shorts and vest he had chosen were no longer on his bed. The only thing there was his flip flops.
Noah put them on and went downstairs. He knew Daniel well enough to know when he'd had a hand in something. Noah dumped his damp towel in the laundry and then walked into the kitchen where his big brother was drinking coffee.
Dan offered Noah a long glance. Noah's blonde hair was short, his skin golden after several weeks of sun, there were no tan lines, his penis was small and hidden inside its foreskin and his feet were exposed but for two straps holding the flip flops in place. Daniel was more or less straight (hetero-flexible) but he had to admit Noah was beautiful and cute to look at. It amused him too – in a playful way – to push or test Noah and to exhibit him.
Dan had been inspired to encourage Five Dukes Boys School to recruit Noah for its Europeans Visiting Britain and delighted when they went for it. As delighted as he was surprised, to be honest. Another plan followed – persuading the school to accept Noah's nudist lifestyle. He hardly thought it possible but he had been successful and starting in September, Noah would reveal himself at school – going where no naked schoolboy had gone before.
"Good morning," Daniel said cheerfully.
"Morning," Noah replied. "Have you seen my shorts and vest?"
Daniel theatrically looked Noah up and down again before replying.
"Nope," Daniel said when he failed to see the clothing items.
"Dan, where are my clothes?" Noah asked.
"You don't need them, do you? You don't need to wear clothes at all today," Daniel said.
"Even in the car?" Noah asked.
"Unless you want to walk to the beach," Daniel responded with a laugh.
It was a twenty-minute drive so walking could take him an hour – walking through the streets and through busy town centres and pedestrian areas. Daniel was making fun but the proposal still amused Noah with its very suggestion.
Noah sat himself down and picked at a piece of toast and a glass of milk.
"Nervous?" Daniel asked sincerely.
"Yes, but I'm excited too," Noah confessed. "I've shown off in lots of indoor events to what I thought were large audiences but today is different."
The temporary nudist beach would be well policed to prevent harassment or non-consensual activities with any nudist attendees but being fully naked in public was still different to being nude in France or indoors at an exclusive role-playing events.
"There has been a lot of talk about the nudist beach... at school, I mean," Noah continued. "Boys at school laughed when the Head Teacher told them about it. They laughed even more when he asked if any boys wanted to represent the school. No-one knows I'm doing this except my friends but if boys from school are at the beach... they're going to see me."
"Sounds like something you'd enjoy to be honest," Dan observed.
Noah chuckled – Daniel had a point and yet...
"I suppose I shouldn't worry about them talking about it at school," Noah added; "When the term starts... they're going to see a lot more of me anyway."
At the end of the last school term, Noah discovered Daniel had told his school about his nudism. Then Noah was told two things:
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that he would be the nude ambassador for Five Dukes Boys School.
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that he would be allowed to practice his nudism at school.
The prospect of balls-out nudity at school was insane. How would everyone react when they found out? What would it be like the first time he walked naked down the hall?
"One thing at a time, little brother," Daniel said; "Come on, let's go."
Noah was more excited than scared – both about today and the beginning of nude term – but it didn't stop the butterflies. He was really an enthusiastic nudist. Noah followed Daniel to the front door which opened into the brightest and second hottest day of the year so far. Noah did a careful inspection of the street outside the door and the houses around their own but saw no-one.
The house across the road had been sold recently and moving vans had departed a few days ago but he still hadn't seen the new neighbours. Noah idly wondered if they would see him first. Noah strode nude to the passenger side of Daniel's car and sat himself down. It was strange being naked inside a car in the daytime with absolutely nothing but flip flops on.
Daniel started the car and moved away – farther from home, footwear and clothes with every minute that passed. Noah literally had no clothes anywhere in the car – no matter what happened he would be naked all day long.
Noah looked at himself – skinny and hairless, the strap of the seatbelt across his chest and tummy. Noah's balls were sweaty and loose and his penis was a flaccid tube of boy meat. Daniel took the car into the city centre and from Dukesbridge centre, the main road ran south straight towards the coast. Along the coastal road, the beach stretched westward and the harbour eastward. Both sections had been converted into pedestrian-friendly precincts in recent years so Dan couldn't drop Noah off right at the beach.
Instead, Daniel stopped a five-minute walk away – at the start of the town's promenade. The moment Noah stepped out he would be in view of shops and shoppers; in view of the amusements and the canopies under which schools, universities, first aid, tourist information, Europeans Visiting Britain and many others had set up stalls; in view of the beach and the ice cream vans; most importantly, he was within view of hundreds of people.
"I don't see anyone else who's..." Noah said with a gulp but he couldn't say the "n" word.
"Naked," Daniel said scandalously.
"Fuck, they're going to think I'm a freak," Noah complained.
They had visited a day earlier so Noah could get his bearings and there were signs helpfully pointing the way.
THE NAKED BOOTH - NUDIST INFORMATION
Noah had looked into the booth and seen a few lads inside. It was essentially a tent erected where the beach met the pavement but the lower halves of the nudist teens had been obscured. Throughout the whole day, Noah could count on one hand the number of naked people he had seen.
It was now or never. Noah unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. People passed him and immediately got a good look at Noah's dick. Most didn't stare (it was bad etiquette) and or laugh (which was also bad etiquette) but a few people grinned.
"See you later," Daniel said and drove off to leave Noah with nothing to hide him.
Noah was scheduled to meet his nudist peers in the Naked Booth so that's where Noah headed. He worried people would laugh at his nudity but Noah noticed most people seemed embarrassed for him. Noah looked like a naked kid who had forgotten to put clothes on. The only good thing was, dressed or not, most of the people around him were male and most were school or university aged boys. Also, most were in shorts and t-shirts or walking around shirtless in the heat of the summer.
The adults looked like teachers or university lecturers scouting for boys... that sounded wrong. They were there handing out university prospectus's and giving careers advice, things like that. The whole point of the week-long nudist beach was to offer a European experience for boys visiting from Germany, France, Spain and Italy and to expose the English boys to a cultural habit from across the channel. Noah was supposed to be seeing some of the visitors soon.
"Oh, hi!" said a voice as Noah passed a stall set up in front of a store that had closed several years ago.
Noah looked at the speaker who was dressed in a school polo shirt and shorts. He smirked at Noah and looked him up and down. Noah didn't reply, he was suddenly nervous. The school logo was from all the way on the other side of the county – Barons Meadow Public School.
Schools from all over the county had sent students – they were volunteers who probably thought the cultural exchange would look good on their CV. This boy had mostly hoped to see naked German guys.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you're one of the Europeans Visiting Britain?" he asked. "I mean there's no way an English kid would be caught with his willy out."
Was this kid mocking him because he thought he was Italian or Spanish? Noah seemed to have brightened up the lad's day by passing by.
"Sprichst du Englisch?" the lad asked with a sneer.
"Pardon?" Noah replied – feeling rather silly for faking a French accent.
"Ah, vous etes Francais?" the school lad asked.
"Oui," Noah asserted.
"Tu as un tres petit penis," the mocking boy said.
Noah translated it in his head and blushed as a result. He didn't mind being told he had a small penis – it was flaccid and fully hard he had a big penis but he was still taken aback by the comment.
"As-tu des poils?" he asked as he pointed at his armpit.
Did Noah have hair anywhere? Noah lifted his arm and put his hand behind his head, looking into the hair free axilla. It was certainly obvious he had no pubes.
"Non," Noah replied as he looked up.
Noah's eyes met the lens of a camera phone just in time. He heard the click and then a snigger as the rude boy looked at the picture. It wasn't just Noah exposed pit or his taught chest, his smooth pubis or his dangling balls or his silky legs or almost bare feet – it was the entire vision. Noah's embarrassment was greater than the sum of its parts.
"Pathetic. My mates will think this is hilarious," the teenager said.
Noah hoped no-one who saw the picture crossed his path anytime soon.
"Quel age as-tu? Quatorze?" the lad asked with a snigger.
Noah could see he was enjoying himself – the lad knew quite nicely that Noah was not fourteen but wanted to humiliate him. Two could play that game.
"J'ai dix-huit ans," Noah said – he claimed to be eighteen years old.
The lad burst out laughing. It was hilarious enough implying Noah was a hairless fourteen-year-old but pretending to be a hairless eighteen years old was even more mortifying.
"This is even better than I thought," the lad said to himself.
"Je devrais y aller maintenant," Noah said.
It was time to go.
"Oui. C'est poli de retracter ton prepuce," the lad chanced as a final comment.
It's polite to retract one's foreskin? What kind of idiot would fall for that? Someone complicit in his own humiliation would do it. An enthusiastic nudist would do it.
Noah pulled back his foreskin, exposing the glans of his penis and almost making his penis look circumcised. Throughout the ordeal, Noah's penis had remained totally flaccid which had only added to the demoralising smugness of the lad facing him. It was a very exciting memory.
"Nice meeting you," the lad said and it was perhaps the only honest thing he had said during their entire conversation.
Noah moved on, his flipflops making a patting sound as he stepped. All around him were students from school and university age and teachers or lecturers. The education fair was all around them and most people were more polite or at least less obvious about how amused they were by Noah's nakedness.
If anyone he knew had seen him, they had not approached. Noah could feel the eyes on his penis and bare backside as he walked – mostly fascination with the confidence of his nudism. Noah still wished there were more nudists around but hoped they would be on the beach – he was after all supposed to be meeting a group of nudist students. For the moment, Noah felt like the only boy who was being seen so he was glad to be hidden from public view as he finally arrived at the Nudist Booth.
"Hello, good morning," said a young man as soon as Noah entered.
He had a faint Italian accent but his English was flawless. He looked to be in his early twenties; he had brown hair and eyes, a scattering of chest hair and a happy trail that met a bush of pubes and a squat, flaccid penis.
"Good morning," Noah replied, trying not to look at the fantastic dick between the man's legs; "My name is Noah, I'm supposed to be meeting..."
"Oh yes, I know you. We are expecting you," the young man said. "My name is Gino."
Noah glanced around the booth – there were seven or eight other naked lads but none as young as him. Noah felt silly being naked next to young with bigger muscles and more hair than him but then one boy entered who was shaved and whose eyes shone like sapphires.
"Axel, please come here and meet Noah," called Gino; "Noah, meet Axel."
"Bonjour," the boy said.
It was hard to say how old he was – at least sixteen but possibly as old as eighteen or nineteen. It was funny in a way – seeing a naked and hairless eighteen-year-old after claiming to be one himself.
"Noah, if you have clothes or a bag, we have a safe place to keep things for you," Gino said.
"That's ok, I don't have anything with me," Noah replied.
"What? You came here like that?" Axel asked.
His accent was delightful and sweet.
"Yea," Noah admitted with a blush.
"I came here on the bus so that wasn't an option," Axel confessed.
"I live nearby so my brother dropped me off," Noah said.
"Even for us, riding in a car like that and then walking here would be... brave," Gino said.
Noah took it as the compliment it was intended to be and over the following fifteen minutes, he met more boys form Germany, France, Italy and Spain. There were no naked English boys to be seen. Noah had been asked to meet six boys from the Europeans Visiting Britain group, boys from schools around Europe who were interested in nudism and needed an English-speaking chaperone for a few days. Noah couldn't think why – if they were all like Axel, their English was almost as good as his.
"Unfortunately, Henning, Ruben, Hugo, Javier and Hector have been invited to another event today," said Axel; "Can you come back tomorrow?"
Noah hadn't been given details about how long he would need to hang out with the naked schoolboys from across the channel but he had thought it would only be one day. The rest of the week he could wear shorts and t-shirt and look at the naked boys. Another day meant more chances of being seen by his peers.
It felt churlish to say no so he agreed to return tomorrow.
"That is good. You can enjoy yourself on the beach today, si?" Axel suggested.
Daniel wouldn't be back for hours so Noah ventured outside. Stepping into the sunshine and the heat was really rather glorious. His eyes dilated in the transition between the tent (the Naked Booth) and the outside.
Noah walked onto the beach and felt the hot sand though the flip flops. Sand kicked up and covered his toes and a warm wind tickled Noah's skin. His penis and testicles dangled, flopping against his thighs as he sauntered along the sand.
There were more naked boys and lads around now that he was on the beach rather than the pedestrianised roads. Most had shorts or trunks on but a few were fully naked. The men that were naked fascinated Noah too. There was nothing seedy about the naked men who were mixing with naked teenage boys but it interested Noah to wonder who they were.
"Is that Noah?" said a voice.
"Holy fucking shit! It is Noah!"
"Noah! You're naked!"
Noah looked up and saw three boys from his school. His worst fear had been realised.
The boys were a year younger than Noah. Noah was about to enter the Upper Sixth (Year 13) while these boys were in the Lower Sixth. Noah recognised all three but knew two by name; Marcel and Eko had seen Noah exposed at the school talent show at the end of term and afterwards enjoyed watching him get hard.
The other boy's name was Mark and presumably he was friends with Marcel and Eko but Noah knew nothing about the three boys beyond their names.
"Shit. I can't believe this," said Mark.
"He's not even covering up," laughed Eko.
"Hi guys," Noah said – trying to sound casual.
"Hi guys?" repeated Marcel. "Really? You're a boy from our school, naked on the beach and you say hi guys?"
"You look like my little brother," giggled Mark. "Why have you got no pubes?"
"I shaved them off," Noah replied unconcernedly.
"Why are you naked?" challenged Eko.
Noah still hadn't tried to cover his genitals. He didn't see the point – besides, he wasn't ashamed of his body even if he was embarrassed to be caught by boys from school.
"Five Dukes Boys School is participating in the Europeans Visiting Britain thing," Noah replied; "The schoolboys from Europe? I'm like... an ambassador."
"You offered to be naked to meet the boys from foreign schools?" Marcel asked. "That's totally mad!"
"Loads of people can see your dick though. What if more kids from school see you? Aren't you embarrassed?" Mark asked.
"No, I'm not embarrassed," Noah shot back with more confidence than he really felt.
Noah wasn't ashamed of his body but he felt very exposed. Was he embarrassed though?
Noah, the embarrassed nudist?
"I'm not ashamed of my body. Are you ashamed of yours?" Noah asked.
"No, but there's no way I'm whipping my dick out," Mark replied perfectly sensibly.
The three boys chuckled and moved on without any further comment or fuss. Noah was so used to sexual misadventures and everyone he met wanting to fondle him, it was almost disappointing. After the initial shock, they seemed almost disinterested. Noah still thought they might tell their friends but was that so bad given what they'd see when the new term started in September?
Noah could only hope the novelty wore off at school as quickly as it had here on the beach. Noah carried on walking, feeling more relaxed and confident with each step but it didn't take long for the next familiar face to confront him.
This familiar face was a teacher and beside him was an incredibly beauty boy who shared his likeness. Like father, like son and Noah liked them both.
"Hello, Noah," said Mr Cooke.
Mr Cooke was the Drama teacher at Five Dukes Boys School. The man had recognised Noah from one of his Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing events and, quite by chance, he had caught Noah naked in his classroom, covered in cum and still half hard. Noah had some mad adventures that got him into vexing situations sometimes. Manipulations by the teacher had followed – Mr Cooke was partly responsible for Noah's nomination as naked ambassador and for supporting Dan's idea of Noah practicing nudism at school.
"Hello, Mr Cooke," Noah replied.
Mr Cooke was a big handsome man. He was wearing shorts that showed off muscular, furry and tanned legs as well as a short-sleeved shirt that was open to reveal his thick, beefy chest. The boy beside him was shorter than his father – this wasn't saying much because Mr Cooke was tall. Noah was average for his age and Mr Cooke's son was a few inches taller than him. Mr Cooke's son shared his father's muscular build. The boy had light brown hair and wispy hair on his legs; he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and flip flops that showed off his otherwise bare feet.
"Noah, this is my son, Jonah," said Mr Cooke. "Jonah, this is Noah."
Jonah looked at Noah with naked interest (pun intended). Jonah made no effort to hide his attraction – his eyes were like saucers as he gazed at Noah's nudity.
"Hello, Noah," Jonah said – his voice was faintly camp though deep.
"I'm surprised to see you Noah..." Mr Cooke said.
"Especially so much of you," mumbled Jonah with smile.
"...I was given to understand your ambassadorial duties were postponed until tomorrow," Mr Cook said.
"Yes, I heard the boys I was meant to meet had been invited to another event today. No-one told me until I got here," Noah said pointedly.
"Wait... you're here to meet the nudist boys for the Europeans Visiting Britain thing?" asked Jonah.
"Yes, Five Dukes Boys School asked me," Noah admitted.
Jonah looked ecstatic – he looked from Noah to his dad with amazement.
"Dad, this boy goes to your school?" the Jonah asked delightedly.
"Yes, son, he does," Mr Cooke replied with a smirk.
"You can see his dick, dad," Jonah needlessly proclaimed. Turning to Noah, Jonah said; "You're naked in public and in front of one of your teachers... aren't you humiliated?"
Noah blushed and not for the first time that day. Although he had healthy anxiety about being naked on the beach, Noah had been mostly enthusiastic. Noah had anticipated being seen by people he knew and accepted the risk but he hadn't anticipated meeting Mr Cooke and his teenage son.
"Now I am," Noah replied to Jonah's question.
"Oh... sorry," Jonah replied sincerely.
"It's ok," Noah mitigated the explosive commentary.
"It's just... my dad is one of your teachers?" Jonah repeated and turned to his dad. "Isn't it weird that you can see his willy?"
Mr Cooke smirked and Jonah's mouth pulled into a grin that made Noah wonder if the Cooke's were cooking something up.
"Noah is a nudist, son," said Mr Cooke; "He enjoys being naked."
"You look amazing," Jonah tried to alleviate too. "I've seen a bunch of naked guys today. I can't believe it."
"You want to try it?" Noah teased.
"No way," Jonah confessed; "I'd be too worried about..."
Jonah didn't have to actually say he was scared he'd get a boner. It's the fear of any naked teenage boy – be it in the school showers or on a public beach surrounded by people. Noah's eyes slid to Mr Cooke whose eyes spoke a thousand words – he wanted Noah to get hard.
"Getting hard? It happens sometimes," Noah agreed.
Noah didn't consciously prevent himself getting hard but now that he was thinking about it, the erotic possibilities were more than enough to make his dick tingle. Idle chat continued for a few minutes – all the while, Noah faced his teacher with his son and all around them were boys and men. Noah was in public in his own town and started to feel a thickening in his penis.
Jonah's eyes seemed to detect the movement because he looked down to see the stiffening penis and Jonah's delight only made it easier to get harder. In a moment, Noah was sporting a full erection on the beach.
"Oh my god" Jonah said.
A few people looked around and offered more silent responses of equal amazement.
"I can't believe you got a hard-on in front of my dad," Jonah said. "Aren't you humiliated for a teacher to see your big dick?"
"I guess I am a bit," Noah pretended.
It was fun pretending to be more embarrassed than he really was. Noah liked roleplaying as a modestly coquettish boy.
"I mean, every time Mr Cooke sees me in school now, he'll be able to imagine me naked," Noah said.
Mr Cooke smirked at the remark.
"I'm surprised it's so big," Jonah admitted.
"You really think it's big?" Noah flirted with Jonah.
Frankly, Noah was surprised Jonah was so openly complimentary about another boy in front of his dad.
"Noah may be petite and hairless but he's going into Year 13 next term," Mr Cooke said.
"You're seventeen?" Jonah said disbelievingly.
The outburst caught the attention of a few people on the beach who now noticed Noah had an erection. Noah's cock oozed onto the sand. Etiquette encouraged ignoring the arousal of a nudist but Noah was getting more and more furtive glances now.
"Sixteen. I'm seventeen in a few months," Noah replied.
"How can you be totally hairless when you're sixteen years old?" Jonah asked but without asking he reached out and held Noah's cock.
Noah gasped and Jonah pushed his hand towards Noah's groin so the foreskin slid back.
"I was seventeen in June," Jonah supplied. "You look young enough to be my little brother."
As the head of Noah's cock was exposed he gasped and a squirt of precum was released. Like a leaking tap, his cock continued to drip. Despite his furtive and secret interest in Noah, Mr Cooke knew that open masturbation on the beach was unwise.
"Jonah, stop that," Mr Cooke said. "I'm so sorry Noah."
Jonah stopped touching Noah but the interest remained. Noah could tell both of the Cooke's were interested in him; it didn't bother him that Mr Cooke was a teacher and the teacher seemed content to do things as long as he didn't get caught. With that in mind, Noah had an idea.
"Since I'm not needed here as an ambassador today, I guess I should go home," Noah said.
He turned to gesture around the beach, flashing more people with his nudity while his cock leaked an arc of slippery precum from its eye.
"But my brother dropped me off and I don't have my phone. He was expecting me to be out all day..." Noah bemoaned the quandary.
"We can take you home," Jonah offered.
"To your place or mine?" Noah asked.
Noah considered himself lucky that he hadn't been caught by more boys from his own school. Marcel, Eko and Mike were quite enough but it was surprising he was leaving the beach without more recognition. Or was it? Noah wasn't the only chaperone from Five Dukes Boys School for the Europeans Visiting Britain but the beach was open all day and well into the night during the summer – he had only been there for an hour or so and it was a big beach.
Perhaps it was more surprising that he had met anyone who had recognised him.
Noah looked around him as he walked. It was mostly friendship groups and a few families on the beach but now that he looked for them, he saw the students – foreign and domestic. Lads wearing university logos on their t-shirts, vests or shorts and boys wearing tops with their school crests.
A lad waved and Noah was about to embarrass himself by waving back (ironic that this would embarrass him when he was literally naked) when he realised the gesture was intended for Jonah. The lad jogged over on bare feet, sand kicking up under them. The boy was very handsome – with floppy brown hair that had blond highlights and sweet brown eyes. The school crest on his vest (which showed off gorgeous arms and a sneak peek at dark haired pits) was from Dukes Bank High School. Noah didn't recognise him from any past school events which seemed impossible because he was one of the most beautiful humans Noah had ever seen.
"Hi Jonah," the dreamy boy said.
"Hi Ozzy," Jonah replied.
"I've organised a multi-school volleyball match against the European Union," Ozzy said with an infectious laugh. "You wanna join in?"
"Oh... maybe another time," Jonah replied.
"Gotcha," Ozzy said with a wink. "You already have a ball game planned."
Ozzy nodded at Noah and Jonah blushed and shrugged.
"This is Noah," Jonah said but he didn't elaborate on who Noah was.
Noah noticed that Mr Cooke had walked on – wisely distancing himself from a naked teenage boy.
"Cool. Well, you boys have fun," Ozzy said and ran off with his great ass and hot legs and bare feet.
"Where has he been all my life?" Noah commented as he and Jonah walked to catch up with Mr Cooke.
"He's really nice. Ozzy used to be short and spotty. He's impossibly attractive now," Jonah admitted.
Mr Cooke, Noah and Jonah continued the last part of the walk together; the teacher and his son and the nudist ambassador. A carpark had been established exclusively for the clothing optional beach. Given Noah's enthusiasm for nudity and his adventures getting caught, he was almost disappointed by the lack of interest. There were only a few people who were fully naked but clothed males showed nothing but respect to the naked males. Noah almost forgot that nudism was not about sex and attraction; his adventures had warped his expectations of what happened when one was nude.
Perhaps this was why he had solicited the continued attention of Mr Cooke and his son.
Mr Cooke drove with Noah and Jonah in the back seat. Noah felt strange again – naked in the car while the other two were dressed and the quaint English streets passing by outside the window.
They talked a little about school – Noah attended Five Dukes Boys School, the private school at which Mr Cooke taught. Jonah attended Barons Edge Comprehensive; Barons Edge being a smaller town between Dukes Bank and Barons Bay.
They passed bus stops and parks and schools closed for the summer; they stopped at red lights and occasionally someone saw Noah was naked from their own vehicle and gave him a queer look but the whole journey was chaste.
Noah contemplated that Mr Cooke was being cautious – who knew who might see them and he didn't want anyone to wonder about him. Mr Cooke pulled into the driveway of a semi-detached house and Jonah opened the garage for the car to drive into.
In the dimly light and coolness of the garage, Mr Cooke turned and looked between Noah's legs.
"You're welcome to leave anytime, Noah," Mr Cooke said; "But my son likes you. I like you too... I'd like you to make him happy."
"I'm a people pleaser," Noah said wryly.
Mr Cooke and Jonah ushered Noah into the house via a door between the garage and the house. The house was immaculate and nicely decorated, not that Noah had any real appreciation of interior decoration.
"If you don't mind taking your footwear off in my house please, Noah," Mr Cooke said seriously.
Removing the flip flops made no difference yet made all the difference. He was 100% naked now.
"Are you gay, Noah? I'm gay," Jonah said.
Noah didn't answer with words. They could have held an awkward and circuitous conversation dancing around the issue of sex but Noah had spent a year having a plethora of experiences that made him greedy for more.
Instead of answering with words he pulled Jonah into a kiss, slipping his tongue into Jonah's mouth. Noah's hands wandered over Jonah's back and eventually they found Jonah's biceps to encourage arms to grab his butt.
Jonah took fistfuls of Noah's peachy globes and pulled Noah closer. Their groins collided and each could feel hardening between them. Noah's bare legs brushed against Jonah's hot and downy legs.
"Why don't you boys go upstairs," Mr Cooke suggested.
"Why don't you come and watch?" Jonah replied to his dad – his deep voice was nevertheless soft.
Mr Cooke didn't blush or bluster and in the moment the Cooke's exchanged looks, Noah realised there was a complex relationship going on.
"Dad likes watching. Come on," Jonah said.
Jonah was speaking to them both but it was Noah's hand he held as they went upstairs. It wasn't Jonah's room they went to – it was clearly the master bedroom of the house and therefore Mr Cooke's. Noah was in Mr Cooke's bedroom, naked!
Jonah pulled his t-shirt off to reveal an athletic physique that contrasted Noah's skinny appearance. He had some hair on his chest too but not much. Jonah pressed himself against Noah, their bare chest's hot and sweaty while more kissing occurred.
Mr Cooke contented himself with sitting in a chair that faced the bed, watching the boys kiss and fondle. The teacher's shirt was open and now the man reached to tug the thing inside his shorts. Noah watched him out the corner of his eye – he was disbelieving that the man would want to watch his own son get intimate with someone.
However, Noah was in no position to comment on family affairs.
Noah's hands found Jonah's shorts and pushed them down to his thighs; when they didn't fall, Noah untangled himself from Jonah's lips and dropped to his knees. Jonah's cock had sprung free – it was nearly seven inches long and still had room to get bigger over the next few years. If Mr Cooke, who had previously boasted about the size of his cock, was to be believed, he was eight and a half inches.
Noah was proud of his own cock, which had grown to nearly 6.8 inches now but his interest was in Jonah's. Noah stroked Jonah's legs and the shorts fell, then Noah engulfed the boy-cock with his mouth.
He had only known Jonah a few hours and now, Noah was sucking his dick. It wasn't as if Noah had been tricked or manoeuvred into this, he was a fully cognizant cock-hungry boy who just wanted what he saw.
Jonah's cock was slippery with saliva and precum and Noah made obscene slurping noises on the teenage member. Noah heard a growling moan come from Mr Cooke, which snapped both boy's attention to him.
Jonah pulled his cock out of Noah's mouth and turned to face his dad – fully nude and erect. Jonah may have protested about being a nudist but he clearly had no problem with nudity in front of his own father.
"You like being naked, don't you Noah? What else do you like?" Jonah asked.
"I like being embarrassed and exhibited," Noah responded.
Noah did not want to get into the details of how he had thus far explored his interests. Sextr was an online platform that had offered countless opportunities; from stripping and masturbating in Live-Me to strip hide and seek in Task-Me; Noah had completed half a dozen role-playing events through EMARP (Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing) and his personal life included so many boys he needed at least two hands to count them all.
"What do you like?" Noah asked.
"I like being a bottom. I like getting fucked while someone watches," Jonah said.
"Martymachlia," Noah murmured and Jonah looked confused. "That's what it's called when you like being watched having sex."
"And I enjoy voyeurism," Mr Cooke chipped in. "It sounds like we can all get something we want."
"I get to be fucked while dad watches. You've been running around naked and can leave the house with no clothes, plus your school teacher will watch you have sex with me ..." Jonah said. "And daddy gets to be a perv who watches a schoolboy fuck his own son."
If Mr Cooke was bothered by the sordid way his son articulated things, he didn't show it.
"That does sounds like a good deal," Noah agreed. "On one condition," Noah added, looking at the man.
"What's that?" Mr Cooke asked.
The man leaned forward with interest and Noah saw hungry attention in his eyes.
"You need to be naked too. While you watch us, you need to be naked and hard," Noah challenged.
Jonah hooted with happiness and Noah regarded him with a smile.
"You might think dad and I have a weird relationship," Jonah began. "But he's only ever seen me... I've never seen daddy naked."
"What about all the times you've peeked at me in the shower?" Mr Cooke asked.
"That's different," Jonah protested. "I didn't know you knew about that.
Mr Cooke stood up and walked towards Noah.
"Noah? Do you really think it's appropriate for a sixteen-year-old student to see his teacher naked and erect?" Mr Cooke asked rhetorically.
"I mean, every time I see Mr Cooke in school now, I'll be able to imagine him naked," Noah said – a phrase so similar to one he had said about himself a short time ago.
Mr Cooke smirked at the remark and reached out and grabbed Noah's dick, tugging it so hard that Noah staggered closer to the man. Noah put his hands on Mr Cooke's bare chest, tweaking his nipples ever so slightly, and then moving his hands up to slide the shirt off the man's shoulders.
"Do you both want to see me naked?" Mr Cooke asked in a low voice.
"Oh yea," Noah said eagerly.
"Yes please, dad," Jonah agreed.
Mr Cooke stepped back – he was tall and broad, a dark and handsome stranger known to the two boys but about to be revealed in a new light. Mr Cooke pulled his arms out of the shirt and dumped it on the floor. His chest was thick and scattered with black hair across his pecs that descended in a triangle towards his pubes. Mr Cooke's pubes were flashing above the waistband of the shorts, revealing him to be commando underneath.
In quick order, the shorts were pushed down and the biggest flaccid dick Noah had ever seen was revealed. Mr Cook was a manly man – his pubes were dark and bushy and his balls covered in a thatch of wiry hair. His flaccid dick was nearly six inches but he had been playing with himself so it was not quite soft. Mr Cooke sat back in his chair and regarded the teenagers.
"Carry on boys," Mr Cooke said.
The way the man sat, his son and student could see his big balls matted with hair and the darkness of his perineum as he spread his legs and stoked his floppy penis. In some respects, the three males in the room were like a bastard version of the evolution of man. Noah hadn't measured his height for a while but he was nearing five foot ten (1.77m). Jonah was very nearly six foot (1.8m) and his father, Mr Cooke the high school Drama teacher, was a few inches taller than that (1.9m).
Similarly, their builds and hairiness grew steadily more masculine. Noah was taller than he was a year ago, his legs longer but he was still a beanpole of slim and hairless boyishness. Jonah was athletic and twunky and Mr Cooke was positively buff.
Noah suddenly felt a mouth on his cock. Jonah had gone down on him and was now giving Noah a blowjob while his dad watched. Noah looked over at Mr Cooke and the man was stroking an impressive piece of meat.
It was the biggest fucking cock Noah had ever seen – eight and a half inches of thick stick. His balls were big and bursting too. Noah could not believe he was watching his teacher masturbate. He was a muscular man who Noah would see around school next month and he was jerking his meat. The man was watching his pupil getting sucked by his son.
"Your cock is so fucking messy," said Jonah.
Noah looked down and Jonah who was looking up with a gooey mouth and wet lips which he licked clean. Jonah wiped Noah's leaking prick on the side of his face. Noah stroked his cock a few times to release more ooze which Jonah accepted with a kiss to the head of Noah's prick.
"How big is your cock?" Noah asked spontaneously; "Your dad says he's eight and a half inches."
Noah looked at Mr Cooke and didn't doubt it for a second. Jonah stood up, his hard-on touching Noah's like sabres rattling. He stalked across the room and opened a drawer and came back with two items. One was a tape measure and the other a condom.
Noah took the tape and measured his soon to be lover.
"Seventeen point seven centimetres... seven inches. That was my guess," Noah said delightedly.
"I'll measure you too," Jonah said, taking it back; "You're seventeen centimetres."
"Wow. Six point eight inches. A big boy for such a little boy," Mr Cooke said salaciously.
Noah didn't even question the offer of protection. He enjoyed barebacking but Jonah was a stranger to him and vice versa. Noah opened the condom packet and rolled it onto his dick, looking at Jonah as he did so.
"Are you sure you want me to do this? I mean... that you want to do this," Noah rephrased.
"Of course, why wouldn't I want a beautiful and horny boy to fuck my ass... you're not looking for a boyfriend out of this are you?" Jonah checked.
"No, that's not what I meant," Noah chuckled at the very idea. "I mean... I thought you would want to fuck me."
Jonah laughed and blushed; "I might be bigger than you but I'm a total bottom."
Jonah was indeed taller and more physically developed; the idea of having sex with someone physically superior was very appealing. The only thing better would be topping Mr Cooke and Noah doubted that was an option.
"Noah," Mr Cooke said.
Noah looked at the man as he finalised the condom positioning. Jonah meanwhile went to the bed and lay across the bottom – presenting his profile to daddy. All the better to be watched. Noah would need to stand at the side of the bed to push his dick inside the boy – also in profile to the man in the room.
"Sir?" Noah asked.
Mr Cooke and Jonah chuckled at the respect shown during such a sleazy affair.
"I'll tell you a little about my son and I but only if you tell Jonah about yourself," Mr Cooke proposed.
"Ok," Noah agreed.
"While you stick him with your cock, obviously," Mr Cooke added.
Noah stood at the side of the bed, his profile displayed before the man in the chair, and put his hands on Jonah's knees. Jonah opened his legs and displayed his hole. Noah touched the tip of his cock against Jonah's sphincter and pressed against the ring. Jonah moaned and grinded his ass into the bed.
"Jonah told me he was gay years ago. It must be in the family genes," Mr Cooke stated.
It was the closest he would come to saying he was gay and how Jonah had come about was not very relevant. Given Noah's history with his own dad, he knew these things could be complicated.
"We've always been open about sex and sexuality and I encouraged Jonah to tell me everything," Mr Cooke proceeded.
Noah was pushing deep now and he could tell he was sliding over Jonah's prostate. The prostate isn't a magic button you press once though, it's a squishy pleasure switch that requires repeated pressing to yield results. Noah started pressing the button.
"I told him I liked to watch men having sex and when Jonah found a boyfriend last year, I was surprised he was open to letting me watch him loss his virginity," Mr Cooke continued.
"Your boyfriend didn't mind your dad watching that?" Noah asked.
"Asks the boy who's letting him watch us?" Jonah replied breathlessly.
Jonah reached behind his head to grab the opposite side of the bed, stretching his athletic body and exposing his furry pits. There was stubble on Jonah's chin that Noah hadn't noticed before and as Noah pulled back, he caressed Jonah's legs to feel the soft but furry calves.
"You know what excited gay teenagers are like," Mr Cooke said.
He heavily emphasised the "you" to remind Noah of his own multiple lovers and proclivities.
"We broke up by the way," Jonah added.
"After letting me watch him pop his cherry, Jonah and I got very close," Mr Cooke said.
"Not in a weird way," Jonah said.
All three of them laughed at that – as if watching your son or letting your daddy watch you in intercourse isn't weird. The vibration of laughter was pleasurable in Jonah's ass and trilled though Noah's cock.
"I mean... we don't fuck each other," Jonah clarified.
Noah looked at Mr Cooke and saw that the man was not averse to the idea but he said nothing. Mr Cooke was still holding his cock and stroking it while watching the boy-on-boy action.
"We masturbate together," Mr Cooke further clarified.
"That is so fucking hot," Noah applauded.
"Jonah is always naked when we do it," Mr Cooke said. "I am always more or less dressed."
"This really is the first time I've seen daddy naked. Thank you, Noah," Jonah said.
Noah was getting hotter and sweatier and harder and it was difficult to keep going because he was also getting exhausted. Jonah edged back from Noah, whose cock popped out and offered them both some respite.
Jonah turned over and got on all fours; Noah would need to kneel on the bed to fuck Jonah doggy-style. First, Noah put his hands on Jonah's cheeks and squeezed the peachy bum. Noah could see Jonah's cock and balls dangling between his legs – the rear view had never looked so good.
"Now, why don't you tell Jonah about yourself," Mr Cooke prompted.
"Yea. Like why are you hairless and why were you naked on the beach? Why did you agree to be a naked ambassador for your school?" Jonah shot questions over his shoulder.
Noah pressed his dick against Jonah's hole again and put his hands on Jonah's hips to pull him closer. Fucking a twunky teen while talking about his remarkable past was not what Noah had expected of this day.
"I'm a nudist. It started in earnest a year ago and then I discovered Sextr," Noah said.
"My dad says I'm not allowed on there. He says it's naughty," Jonah said.
Whether he was joking or not, Noah couldn't tell but Mr Cooke smirked so the truth might be somewhere in the middle. Mr Cooke spread his legs as Noah looked at him; the man reached between his legs with a hand that stroked his inner thigh and fingers that teased towards his asshole.
"I filmed a sex tape on it when I was fifteen..." Noah confessed.
"What!" Jonah exploded.
Mr Cooke was less surprised. He had seen the stripping, jerking, cumming video clip that was something of a viral sensation.
"Oh shit, I don't know if I should do this... Nearly five hundred strangers are watching me strip and... I'm going to be completely naked and I'm only fifteen... Fuck it."
The vast majority of people on Sextr who had seen the clip didn't believe a word of it which amused Mr Cooke all the more because he knew the announcement was true.
"Then I discovered Task-Me and Event- Me and Group-Me. I walked home naked after midnight once and played strip hide and seek in a park at sunset; I let boys cum on me in school while I was still dressed in my uniform and I let boys strip me naked in the middle of the street where I was caught schoolboys at home time..." Noah related past misadventures in no particular order.
Jonah was moaning and humping his ass against Noah's groin. The connection made fleshy slapping noises and Noah felt his balls swing as he pushed in deep. Mr Cooke knew about Noah's role-playing past and could see he was impressed by the other things he was revealing.
Noah concentrated on the man now. The boy he was fucking was still the main source of pleasure but the big man with the massive dick was an image he could not let go of. Noah wished he could take a picture. Similarly, Mr Cooke stared with open interest at the tableau of sex happening on his bed and wished he could take a picture of Noah fucking his son.
"More, tell me more before I cum," Jonah said.
"Don't cum yet son. Let our guest cum first," Mr Cooke suggested.
"Yes, dad," Jonah replied.
"Then I discovered something called Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing. It's like a film set, a hospital for example, where I play the patient and my hospital gown comes off to expose me in the waiting room..." Noah recalled the EMARP from seven months ago.
"EMARP," Jonah gasped. "Oh fuck, I've heard of it... dad, aren't you an investor..."
"Shhh," Mr Cooke warned.
His son had said too much. It explained a few things and didn't bother Noah anyway.
"I've played a patient twice and life model in a museum. I was a schoolboy who was stripped and tied to a teacher's desk, then students caught me and took pictures... it's exciting being naked in front of a crowd of strangers. It's exciting being in scenarios which would make most boys die of embarrassment," Noah admitted as he continued to fuck Jonah.
"So... you like it? Embarrassment? Is that why you were on the beach exposing your wee willy?" Jonah asked.
"Yes," Noah replied; "I... volunteered to be an ambassador for the school to the Europeans Visiting Britain."
Mr Cooke had closed his eyes and his cock was engorged to the point of bursting. His big hand continued to beat the massive tool and all three of them were ready to cum.
"There's one other thing I love," Noah told them; "I love wearing cum."
"Then you better pull your dick out of me," said Jonah – looking over his shoulder.
Noah pulled his cock out and Jonah scrambled off the bed. He looked at his dad and Mr Cooke looked back, winking, before turning to Noah.
"Get on your knees," Mr Cooke ordered.
Noah slid from the bed and knelt, facing the Cooke's who stood side by side. Jonah went first and with his seeping ass and stimulated prostate, it took only minutes to cum. Noah had long since learned that seconds and minutes could feel alike in the excitement of sex but reaching climax was seldom if ever the work of two or three strokes.
Jonah pointed his cock in Noah's face and as he started to spurt, Noah opened his mouth to accept hot gunge onto his tongue. Jonah was a big and gorgeous boy who's cum was sweet and morish. When he was done ejaculating, Jonah stepped forward and tapped his cock on Noah's tongue.
Noah closed his lips over the discharged dick and sucked the head until it was too sensitive for Jonah to stand anymore. He stepped aside and Noah opened his eyes – he hadn't even noticed closing them – to see Mr Cooke towering over him.
Mr Cooke's eight-and-a-half-inch dick was a threatening tool of sex. Was it a dagger Noah saw before him, Mr Cooke's balls like a handle toward his hand? Noah reached for it but Mr Cooke playfully slapped it away. He was to be a passive recipient of spunk today.
Mr Cooke started to slowly and then more quickly pump his dick. The fact that his teacher's orgasm was the work of minutes gave Noah the opportunity to examine the man from his trendy beard to his veiny cock. Noah could smell the musk of balls and legs.
Mr Cooke started grunting and when he came, it was messy. The shots were thick and heavy, catching Noah in the eye and then the lips. The final shots dribbled over Noah's chest and down to his hairless groin. Man-jizz covered Noah – it was hot and not as sweet tasting as Jonah's.
Mr Cooke put a heavy hand on Noah's head and the teenager looked up; Mr Cooke wouldn't make Noah clean his cock but it was clearly the intention. Noah cast his eyes to the massive dick and leaned forward. The hand remained and Mr Cooke's mind was encouraged; Noah opened his mouth and had to stretch his lips over the fat cock to receive the head.
Noah suckled on the glans, feeling the ridge of the head where it met the shaft and then took more of it. Noah almost gagged and pulled back against Mr Cooke's hand. Mr Cooke relented without hesitation but the fact was Noah had put the biggest cock he'd ever seen into his mouth.
His teacher had fed him and neither one of them would forget it. With his cock now waving in Noah's face, he slapped Noah's cheeks with it before stepping back and dropping back into his chair.
"Lay on your back. Jonah and I can watch you cum on yourself," Mr Cooke said lazily.
Mr Cooke patted his muscular thigh and Noah was surprised to see Jonah sit on his dad's knee to watch the final orgasm. My god the father and son were gorgeous men. Big and naked – Noah could imagine Jonah being spanked or impaling himself on daddy's cock. Noah lay back, his legs wide enough for his teen hole to gape towards the Cooke's and his balls drooping over the perineum like a pendulum between his creamy thighs. Noah jerked himself with his head raised to watch the naked father and son in a disreputable embrace.
Jonah's ass leaked some juice on his dad's thigh and Jonah could feel heat from his dad's leg like a radiator. The father and son watched Noah jerking a dick that leaked so much precum it was hard to tell if he had already spunked or not.
When Noah did cum, it was in fact obvious; the mess was extraordinary, almost as much as Jonah and his dad combined. Noah's cum doused his body – chest and abdomen took the load, big globs covered Noah's nipples to make them milky and wet.
Noah dropped his head to the floor and straightened his legs.
"Do you want to get cleaned up, Noah?" asked Mr Cooke as he pulled on shorts.
"No," Noah replied; "But I do want to go home."
"It's a long walk," Mr Cooke joked with a grin.
"I'll take him home, dad," Jonah offered.
"Good boy," Mr Cooke said.
Mr Cooke patted Jonah's head and kissed the top of it as he crossed the room.
"You'll be back at the beach tomorrow, Noah? The school is counting on you," Mr Cooke said.
"I wouldn't miss it," Noah responded.
Noah had almost forgotten the Europeans Visiting Britain was a real deal. He sat up and felt the cum sluice from his body. No-one offered him either towel or clothes but Jonah was pulling in his t-shirt and shorts.
"I passed my test after my birthday," Jonah reassured Noah. "Come on, let's go."
Noah saw jizz dribble off his skin to land on the floors but they were all wooden and therefore easily cleaned. There were three loads of cum on Noah's face and body and he left nearly half of it in a trail on the floor like Hansel and Gretel leaving breadcrumbs.
Noah got into the car but sat in the front this time with Jonah in the driver's seat. He took it slow – all the better to prolong Noah's presence. They were waiting at a set of traffic lights when the only mishap of the journey happened. They were near a sports centre and a group of lads in football kits were walking across the road – excited and chatting having thrashed their mates.
Noah looked topless as the approached and one of them, innocently attracted to the teenager, turned to look in. He noticed Noah was naked first and then noticed the cum on his face and chest.
"Fucking hell!" he said.
Noah shrank in his seat and Jonah concentrated on the traffic lights.
"What?" asked one of his friends.
"Look at this," he said. "This little fucker is naked and covered in jism."
"Yea, right..." his mate replied.
None of the others got a chance to look because the lights changed and Jonah dutiful pulled off (pun intended). Jonah took Noah home and stopped right outside his house. He was still on the road though and Noah would need to step onto the public pavement and walk up the driveway to get inside. It was mid-afternoon - he hoped his neighbours were still at work.
Noah stepped out of the car and turned to say goodbye.
"Thanks for the lift," Noah said.
His bare butt was facing his own home – the houses on either side might see his golden globes but the car hid his penis from the houses across the street. Noah didn't know the new neighbours – what if they worked from home?
"Thanks for the sex and wearing my cum," Jonah replied.
Noah chuckled, "Will I see you again?"
"I hope so," Jonah agreed.
Noah stepped back and Jonah drove away. Noah didn't hang about, he turned and jogged up the driveway. He realised only then that his flip flops had been left behind in the Cooke house and he was barefoot and bare naked.
Never mind, it wasn't like Daniel had never seen him come home like that before.
Noah put his hand on the door handle and was relieved it turned. If Daniel had been out, Noah would have been locked out until he returned. However, Noah didn't need to push the door open because it was pulled open.
Noah expected Dan but it wasn't his brother. There was a stranger in his house – a teenager of around his own age. The boy saw Noah was naked and then the dashes of cum; he took in the hairlessness and the bare feet; he realised Noah was outside in that filthy state.
"Hi," Noah squeaked.
"What the fu-"
Thank you for reading CH-01. Many more thanks to the readers who have been so interested and excited to read Noah's new adventures and who have waited so patiently. I hope everyone is looking forward to CH-02.
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
Ongoing (interconnected) short stories: Anthology.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures