If you've been enjoying this story and it's multiple genre's, check out my short stories (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/anthology/). This series includes stories about alternate universes & falling in love; public humiliation & exhibition punishments; mind control & sexual manipulation; invisibility & nudity; teleportation, empathy & unlikely romance; and, a hyperbolic scheme thwarted by a seductive spy.
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 Twenty-Three: Pyjama Day
FRIDAY 04TH MARCH 2022
"Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, and gentle odours led my steps astray."
"You can lead me astray if you want," Morys told Noah.
Noah smirked at Morys – he was trying to be cultured and interesting. Morys had mentioned Percy Bysshe Shelly during a studying session and since Morys had shown an interest in Noah activities, Noah wanted to show and interest in Morys's. Morys was artistic and poetic.
"What about my gentle odours?" Noah enquired.
"Gentle?" Morys gave a theatrical sniff and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Hey!" Noah objected with a slap to Morys's substantial bicep.
It was already the end of the second week of the spring term. The clock was really ticking on the final days of school – there was only four weeks until the spring term holiday and then the boys would be back for three weeks before the exam timetable started.
Morys has spotted Noah two streets away from the school and now they were walking together towards Barons Edge Comprehensive. It was another MPC Exchange day when boys from Five Dukes Boys School and the Comprehensive who were studying Maths, Physics and Chemistry attended classes together. It had been an interesting experience with guest speakers and lecturers which had given the Sixth Formers a taste of what university was going to be like.
The MPC Exchange days were a welcome break for Noah because he usually got to wear his school uniform. Sexy schoolboys in school uniforms (or out of uniform) were one of Noah's favourite things. Noah was used to being naked around his own school and his peers were so used to it too – his nudism was so normalised that wearing clothes to school felt like an aberration. It was a nudists dream to be accepted and Noah was sure they all thought he was an oddball but they had accepted him. Then the boys from Barons Edge Comprehensive would turn up and comments about his bare butt and his penis would ensue for the whole day – gently reminding Noah (like the odours of spring) that being naked was remarkable. Thus, they literally remarked.
Actually it was quite nice to be gently teased. And gentle teasing let his dick astray.
On the days when Noah went to the Comprehensive, he wore his school uniform – though today was going to be an exception. Nudism at a public school was one thing but the Comprehensive had not indulged him – well, actually, he hadn't asked. Morys was sportier and more artistic and did not participate in the MPC Exchange but he was a new friend and whenever Noah and his mates had classes at the Comprehensive, the hung out with Morys.
"Wow," Morys muttered.
"That's the third time you've muttered wow under your breath," Noah said.
"Oh, I've thought it way more times than three," Morys confessed. "Look at all these boy legs!"
Noah had been looking too. So many boys in shorts were headed to the school. Not normal shorts which would have been nice enough but the sort of shorts boys wore in bed. The legs sticking out came in lots of shapes and sizes – some skinny and smooth, some muscled and wispy, some furry and dark.
Barons Edge Comprehensive was having a Pyjama Day – raising money for a local charity by wearing PJ's to school. Not everyone was walking to school in their sleepwear – there were a lot of boys in school uniform too.
"Have you been looking at my boy legs?" Noah flirted.
Morys blushed – of course he fucking had!
"I might have noticed them," Morys replied casually.
Noah was dressed in a white ribbed vest, short black shorts and trainers with no socks. He had bed socks to put on once he got to school. Noah's legs were on show from mid-thigh down to his hairless ankles. The vest showed off Noah's admirable but not substantial biceps but also exposed their hairlessness. Noah had shaved his pits and pubes to help Morys with an Art project and then applied a cream that would hold back hair growth for months.
"I'd say I was surprised to see you walking to school in short shorts but I've met you so nothing surprises me," Morys joked.
"Lots of boys are wearing shorts," Noah retorted. "You were just ogling them, remember?"
"Ogle is such a strong word," Morys shot back. "I would have said... admiring."
No-one else was wearing a vest – there were short and long-sleeved t-shirts around but no sleeveless tops. It suited Noah just fine to be more exposed than everyone else.
The most fun thing was that he was not among his own school peers – except for the dozen in the MPC Exchange – he was among boys from a rival school. Somehow it made him feel vulnerable and exposed. Even if it was just shorts and a vest.
Morys was wearing a t-shirt and long Marvel-patterned loungewear.
"Did you ogle me when you saw me?" Noah asked.
Noah flexed his average bicep, showing off his hairless armpit. A few boys noticed and laughed at him – they knew he was a Year 13 lad and he looked more like a Year 10 boy. Morys didn't mind admitting that he nearly fucking fainted when he saw what Noah was wearing.
"I might have even said wow," Morys confessed.
"Cool! I like your PJ's too. Very cute," Noah complimented.
"Thanks," Morys took the compliment.
Walking through the school gates, Noah got quite a few looks but nothing too lingering. The shorts were not abnormally short or anything obscene; it was perhaps only the vest that drew some smirks. Boys of seventeen generally didn't wear vests and if they did, they didn't wear them to school – not even on Pyjama Day.
It was only early March and too cold for exposed arms and legs so Noah was happy to get indoors. Together, Noah and Morys went in search of their friends. It was neat how two friendship groups from two schools had become one. Kevin who had been a lonely outsider had joined their group because of Matty but now he spent most days with Morys and Amos when the MPC Exchange wasn't attending.
Kevin and Matty were already talking – which was usual for a day at the Comprehensive.
"Hey guys," Matty waved.
Matty was wearing pyjama shorts that showed off his furry legs and mocha coloured skin. His t-shirt meanwhile said: SLEEP PER CHANCE TO DREAM.
Kevin meanwhile was wearing lightweight pyjama bottoms with a t-shirt and a dressing gown. Damn, he looked good – very sweet, swaddled in the thick cloth of the dressing gown. He was a tall and handsome boy who looked more relaxed than Noah had ever seen him.
"Wow, Kevin..." Morys said.
"He says wow about all the boys," Noah interjected glibly.
"I do not!" Morys objected. "Most, but not all."
"Very Arthur Dent!" Noah commented.
"That's what I said!" Matty said excitedly.
"Damn, I forgot my towel," Kevin said.
Although he still had the moody tone to his voice, Noah could tell Kevin was joking. Matty laughed and had a doe-eyed expression on his face.
"If you want to survive out here, you've got to know where your towel is," Matty said.
"I do know where mine is, it's just not here," Kevin ruminated.
"We can share my towel," Matty suggested – the words were out before he realised it might sound intimate or unhygienic. "I mean... eh... you can use my towel and I'll just lick myself like a cat?"
There was stunned and bewildered silence from Noah, Morys and Kevin.
"Nice save, Matty," Morys said eventually.
"Hey Kevin, are you wearing that for Pyjama Day or in preparation for when you live under a bridge?" Eric said as he passed by.
That obnoxious bully deserved to be punched in the face. Except violence is never the answer. Except for when it is the answer. Luckily, Matty was on hard with a comeback.
"Oh yea... well... so are you..." Matty said defensively.
Eric just laughed harder as he walked on.
"Thanks Matty, that helped a lot," Kevin said and this time he sounded annoyed.
"I'm... I'm sorry," Mateo said downheartedly.
"Kevin, he was trying to help," Morys carefully admonished him.
Kevin's moody face looked at Mateo who looked genuinely embarrassed and upset about saying something so stupid. Surprising everyone, Kevin put an arm around Mateo's back, gripping the bicep on the opposite side and pulling Matty into a side-by-side hug. Kevin was taller and much stronger than Matty so Mateo was pulled way off balance by the gesture. Stumbling clumsily only made Matty look cuter.
"Thanks," Kevin said grudgingly but sincerely.
He let Mateo go as quicky as the embrace had started but Mateo looked like a pressure cooker that might blow up with excitement. Matty looked up at Kevin and felt a compulsion to tell him the truth. Matty had been nursing a crush for months – he still wasn't sure where Kevin was on the Kinsey Scale but that almost didn't matter. Mateo loved being friends with Kevin but he'd never know if more were possible if he didn't just say something. Which was why he opened his mouth and said:
"Are they wearing matching pyjamas?"
Kevin, Noah and Morys followed Matty's gaze to where Toby and Amos were approaching – they were wearing pyjama's. Proper flannel, matching jacket and bottoms pyjama's. Noah laughed without meaning to because it was absolutely not the kind of thing Toby wore to bed. He was t-shirt and bottoms (long or short) kind of guy. However, there were plenty of other boys who had donned the traditional pyjama look rather than what they actually wore to bed.
Noah thought Toby and Amos looked adorable in their matching set; he was beginning to appreciate just how amazing it was that Toby had gone from being terrified of being gay to in a relationship with a boy and wearing matching pyjamas. The emotional connection between them had helped to erase Toby's fears but Noah wondered if there was a physical side to their relationship yet.
"Hey guys, this is fun, right?" Amos said enthusiastically.
"Yea. I can't wait to see what happens next," Noah responded.
Maths happened next.
Which was something of an anti-climax.
Noah hadn't had any expectations for Pyjama Day except that the boys who knew him had seemed almost expectant that he would do something radical. The most radical thing Noah had done was to change from trainers into bed socks. Noah mentioned this perceived expectation seemed to extend to the entire Sixth Former. As if were holding their collective breath for a big event.
"There are a lot of rumours about you Noah," Amos tried to tell him near the end of one class.
The lesson was over and the teacher had told them to talk quietly so the class was talking nonsense at the sort of volume usually reserved for during the headline act at a music festival.
"What kind of rumours?" Noah asked.
He could imagine what had been said about him by boys involved in the MPC Exchange and who saw him naked at school, boys at Drama Club, or even boys who may have seen his pictures or videos online.
"You're a nudist... You're an exhibitionist..." Amos replied and he wished Morys were in the class to cover the dodgier side of the rumour mill.
"You have a sexy Onlyfans account," Kevin added.
Eyes swivelled towards him: Noah, Samir, Toby, Amos and Matty. No-one had expected Kevin to raise that rumour but in his defence he hadn't actually called Noah sexy. Nevertheless:
"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, come on sugar let me know," Noah responded in an awful but recognisable rendition of Rod Stewart.
"No thank you," Kevin shook his head vigorously.
"You're losing your edge, Noah," Samir teased him.
Noah just laughed but just then someone passed by and then turned back to face the small group. It was Eric so they all braced for some moronic comment. Instead he looked over his shoulder – the teacher was distracted – and then put a bottle of water on the desk in front of Noah.
Noah looked at it distrustfully.
Eric patiently, almost theatrically, picked it up again and unscrewed the cap before setting it down again.
"Eric, what the fuck are you doing?" Toby asked him.
They hadn't actually spoken since Eric had been ejected from the Drama Club. Eric clearly held a grudge about it because he had continued to make carefully timed "jokes" that teachers couldn't hear and he was suspect one, two and three in the destruction of Morys's artwork.
Eric flicked his hand forward and the bottle toppled towards Noah – it splashed over the centre of Noah's vest and as the bottle glugged empty, the water poured over Noah's shorts. Eric was already walking away, sniggering and barely containing his glee.
Toby had reached to upright the bottle as quickly as possible but it was too late – Noah was soaked. The white ribbed vest was transparent where the water has splashed and then ran down. One nipple showed through the fabric and it was obvious there was no hair to speak of on his chest. Since Noah's pits had already been commented on, there was no-one surprised that Noah's chest looked hairless.
The bell rang to signal the start of breaktime and Noah excused himself to go to the toilets.
"You should tell the teacher about Eric..." Amos started to say but Noah ignored the rest.
Noah left the science rooms and headed for the nearest toilets. He passed a group of boys sitting in a breakout space between the Physics and Chemistry rooms.
"Have you hit reverse puberty, Noah?"
"You used to have some hair, right?"
Noah couldn't remember their names and they knew him well enough only to know his name. And to mock his loss of pit hair and his smooth legs.
"You pee yourself?"
"It's running down those girly legs or yours."
Noah stepped into the toilets and grabbed some paper towels to try and dry his shorts and vest. He took his schoolbag from his shoulder and placed it on the ground. In a profoundly Noah act of decision making, Noah pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His briefs were pink but were hidden by the length of the vest but not my much. Pink hues peeked through the soggy bottom of the wet white vest.
Turning on the hand dryer, Noah put his shorts under the hot air to dry them. It worked batter and quicker than Noah could have expected and when they were dry, Noah put them on the countertop next to the sinks. Any other boy would have immediately put them on but Noah was not an ordinary boy – as a nudist, it didn't even occur to him to put them back on while drying his vest.
Noah tugged off the vest and stood in his tiny, pink, boys briefs and his bed socks and nothing else.
His vest was nearly dry when the door opened and one of the boys who'd teased him a few minutes ago stood in the doorway. He burst out laughing, pointing unnecessarily and then leaning out the door to shout.
"Asim, come and fucking see this," the lad called.
Noah was about to respond when the lad turned back and pointed his phone at Noah.
"Wait..." Noah said.
It was too late – the image was of Noah's socked feet but silky legs that were smooth all the way to his groin where small, pale pink briefs hugged a dumpy lump in the underpants. Above the waistband of his undies, Noah's tight and skinny waist was punctuated with a lovely navel; similarly his chest was punctuated with two nice nipples. Moreover, Noah had reached out a hand as he objected so the picture also captured his shaven armpit. His face was a picture of shock.
The boy was laughing even harder now.
"If I could put this on Insta without getting expelled, I totally would," he said.
"Please don't," Noah moaned – genuinely embarrassed even though he had no shame concerning his body.
"What's up, Doc?" asked the summoned companion (Asim). "What the fuck?"
Noah covered his briefs with his hands and sighed.
"He's the nudist boy, right?" asked Asim.
"That's the rumour," Doc replied.
"I know you think this is funny but..." Noah didn't get any farther.
Asim ran with two long strides into the room and leaned past Noah, grabbing his shorts and flinging them over his shoulder to Doc. As he turned back towards the door, Asim snatched the vest from Noah's hands and ran out the door. Noah didn't even have the chance to object this time.
Noah was left contemplating his options. For a nudist, still wearing undies and socks was no big deal – he wore less to school normally. But this was not normal. He wasn't at his own school – Noah was at a school with whom his own was usually a rival or certainly a competitor.
Noah had no agreement with Barons Edge Comprehensive to be a nudist and he imagined he would have some explaining to do to the first teacher that saw him. On the other hand – Noah loved being humiliated and exposed, he loved being naked and this had all the makings of a fun day at school.
If anything – this sort of scenario was how he had imagined nude term would turn out.
Noah also didn't want to get the two excited boys who's taken his clothes into trouble.
Noah walked out of the toilets, taking his schoolbag with him. Noah put the bag on his back and held the straps that went over his shoulders. Noah's chest, tummy and legs felt so exposed – the school environment was such a strange place to only be wearing small pink briefs. Noah's penis remained flaccid inside his underpants and his balls bulged in the seat of the underwear. Looking down, the low cut of the briefs made it obvious he had little or no pubes.
The bell for break time had rung some time ago so the second floor was vacant. Noah couldn't even see Asim and Doc. He took the stairs down to the first floor without encountering anyone and then reached the ground floor. Noah could feel the presence of half the student body beyond the door and felt a thrill as he prepared open the door.
"Noah wait!" a voice whispered urgently.
Noah turned to see Doc and Asim. Noah hadn't expected to see either of them but now that Noah was one door away from being seen by everybody in his briefs and sock, they looked worried.
"Yea. We're sorry. We just got excited and thought it was funny but it isn't..." Asim said.
"It kind of is," Noah said with a grin.
"Really? You wouldn't actually go in there, could you? Asked Doc.
"No! Here's your clothes back, we don't want to get into trouble," Asim admitted.
"It's no problem. This might be fun," Noah said with a chuckle. "I won't tell anyone you were involved."
"Do you want your clothes back?" they asked.
"Nope. But the picture you took..." Noah started to say.
"Will never see the light of day," Doc promised.
Maybe it was a pointless request. What Noah was about to do made fears of a single picture seem ridiculous.
"Good. Thanks," Noah said and then opened the door into the schools communal area.
There was a corner of the Social Stretch where he and his friends traditionally hung out. Pushing from the stairway into the Social Stretch, Noah's ears were assaulted by the usual hubbub of chatter but the effect of his entrance was profound.
"Told you he'd do it!" said Doc to Asim – Noah recognised his voice.
There was giggling and laughter and some sympathetic gasps. Noah didn't hang his head or blush; he looked up with confidence despite his excited and nervous heart.
"Aww. Are you the new Year 10 boy?" someone asked – implying he looked thirteen or fourteen.
"Are you ok?"
"Is that what you wear in bed, Noah?"
"He's overdressed."
"What in hell is going on?" asked a very firm voice.
Noah turned to see a man in his late forties, hands on hips as if anyone still stood like that when being serious. The teacher was quite dashing actually.
"I had an accident?" Noah said.
"He peed himself," a boyish voice said.
"It wasn't pee," another added.
"Shut up. All of you," the teacher said. "Noah McNelis, I assume."
"Why would you assume that?" Noah asked mildly.
"Because no other boy I've ever heard of would stand in front of an entire school in briefs," he replied.
So, they did know about him!
"My vest and shorts got wet and I was trying to dry them and they got... misplaced?" Noah tried.
The teacher did not make the connection with misplaced and stolen; rather, he assumed Noah was being Noah. Noah's reputation preceded him and the Barons Edge teachers had clearly been told about him by his own school when the MPC Exchange started.
"Well, you can just replace them," the teacher said flatly.
"This is what I wear to bed anyway," Noah became argumentative.
Noah saw his friends not far away – the group were looking around for something or someone. Noah guessed they knew what "misplaced" was a euphemism for and were looking for the culprits. However, committed to his lie and to staying in his undies, Noah pressed on.
"Noah..." the man said patronisingly.
"I'm not embarrassed about my body. Boys wear speedo style trunks to swimming..." Noah rationalised.
"This is not the swimming pool," the teacher responded.
"I was allowed to wear nothing but boxers on stage for the school play last year," Morys called out from the side-lines.
"This is ridiculous," the man growled with frustration.
"It's no big deal sir," said another boy.
The boy, Noah had to guess, was sixteen but very cute. He had blonde hair with a streak of blue above his right temple. He was dressed in sky blue shorts and t-shirt – a fairly standard sleepwear.
"It is..." the teacher started to say.
The boy pulled his t-shirt off. He was lean and had a + shaped patch of hair in the centre of his chest. There was a murmur of interest and the teacher was about to say something when interest switched to the other side of the room. The teacher turned just in time to see Morys kicking his shorts and t-shirt across the floor. Morys wore nothing but a smile baggy briefs. Noah was exuberant – if Morys took his undies off too, he'd be in love.
"Body confidence is important, sir," Noah suggested. It might even be a positive thing for other boys to see me and realise bodies come in all shapes and sizes."
A few more boys took their tops off (in solidarity or as a big "fuck you" to a clearly unpopular teacher) and Noah hoped he wouldn't pop a boner.
"Stop it! Boys, stop taking your clothes off," the teacher said.
"That line is so going in my next Nifty story," said a random voice.
The man had lost control and Noah felt a little bit sorry for him. Having lost control, he would need to explain to the head teacher why boys were now walking around shirtless or just in boxers (or in Noah's case, briefs).
"I will find you if we need to discuss this farther," the teacher said haughtily and walked away as confidently as he could.
If it had just been Noah in his undies, they would have made him put something on but the commotion had spread and now more and more lads were showing off by going bare chested. Noah guessed they'd would let him stay as he was to avoid accusations of body shaming or further rebellion.
"Well, that went well," said Matty dryly.
"Thanks for the help," Noah said to Morys.
"No problem," Morys replied.
Morys was in the sweet spot of showing off. He was still nervous about performing naked but topless and wearing only boxers was ok. Plus there was the added comfort of other boys joining in.
"Did someone take your vest and shorts?" asked Kevin.
Kevin gave Noah a piercing gaze that travelled up and down quickly – was Kevin checking him out or just looking.
"Maybe," Noah said non-committedly.
"If someone did this to you, we'll... kick their asses?" Amos added with an unconvincingly high-pitched inflection.
Amos realised halfway through the sentence how ridiculous it was to suggest he could beat up anyone. Amos was a skinny, puny boy who couldn't beat up an incomplete metaphor.
Toby laughed at his boyfriend but cuddled him of the effort.
"He means, we'll be there for moral support while the big kids beat them up," Toby said.
Toby looked at Morys – short but strong – and Kevin – tall and carrying the build of a pugilist. Noah recalled the Kevin had been expelled from his last school.
"Have either of you ever been in a fight?" Noah asked.
"No, but I've watched Creed about twenty times," Morys quipped.
"Yes," Kevin grunted.
Short. Blunt. Unilluminating.
"We don't need to talk about that," Mateo said defending Kevin.
Kevin had shared things with Mateo that the others were not privy to. Noah didn't want to upset things but as Kevin shared more, they became more curious about him.
"I got into a fight in my last school. Two boys made fun of my mum dying and I didn't think it was funny... so I punched them," Kevin said.
Matty patted Kevin's back gently but stopped quickly – feeling silly and patronising.
"I shouldn't have done it but I did," Kevin admitted. "To be honest, people think I look tougher than I am and it helps to avoid using these."
Kevin lifted up his fists.
"But if anyone does need fisted, just let me know," Kevin joked.
The giggling and laughter was so loud that people came to check they were ok.
The bell was about to signal the end of the break but the group settled down into smaller conversations with Toby, Amos, Samir and Ronan chatting together while Morys wandered over to boys Noah didn't know. Noah watched his friend chatting casually – his strong back and bare legs looked really good.
"I'm glad you told the others about that," Matty said to Kevin.
"Me too," Kevin said. "I like your friends."
"Your friends," Noah said to Kevin.
Noah was rather enjoying his friends company and being in just his undies and socks at school was a totally different feeling of exposure to when he was nude.
"Yea?" Kevin asked and Noah nodded. "Cool."
"It's not easy for some people to make friends," Noah said. "We adopted Ronan at the start of Year 12. Toby met Amos at synagogue but we only met him six months ago."
"And Morys has only really joined the group since Noah started flirting with him," Matty teased.
"I don't flirt with Morys. Besides, you're one to talk about flirting," Noah responded.
It was a quick-witted quip and Noah looked between Matty and Kevin. It took an extra two seconds, that felt like ten, to realise he had just outed Matty's interest in Kevin. Matty looked like a deer in headlights at first, looking up at Kevin with something resembling an "oh shit" face.
"Ok, first... that's not flirting, I'm just naturally charming," Mateo insisted.
Noah and Kevin gave little nods.
"Second... we're just friends. It's not like I..." Matty sputtered.
"You have a crush on me," Kevin interrupted.
"Eh... Matty.exe has stopped responding," Mateo said.
Kevin's rare smile twitched on his face before going back to stony but it was super cute.
"It's ok. It's fine. I mean, you're really subtle but I figured it out," Kevin said dryly.
"Aye, ok. Enough of the sarcasm," Matty responded but he was bouncing excitedly.
"Are you going to address his assertion that he's naturally charming or should I?" Noah asked Kevin.
"He's all yours," Kevin said.
Kevin wandered back to the others, a classic Kevin evasion – walking away when he felt awkward. Perhaps he didn't want to discuss Matty's feelings anymore? Or was he trying to avoid discussing his own? Matty seemed too stunned to discuss it with Noah – which said a lot because when did Matty ever shut up?
The bell rang and the gang joined the scrum to get to their next class. It felt weird being on the stairs in just socks and pants. Boys were pressed all around him and Noah felt very exposed but he also liked it. Mark was beside him, briefly. The boy who had cum on him in the showers a few weeks ago was topless and he looked awesome walking up the stairs in just bed shorts.
Noah felt a few bumps and brushes against him as boys touched against him in the scrum to get upstairs and along the corridors. Noah liked the subtle strokes on his arms and thighs and the few boys who touched his back. All by accident, right?
Noah et al were back to the second floor for Maths after the break but his friends were all near the far end of the corridor – he jogged to catch up, feeling his socks sliding on the floor.
"Noah!" a voice cautioned.
Noah skidded to a halt – realising that he really might had slipped because of the poor choice of footwear. The voice belonged to Oliver – the sexy, young Teaching Assistant.
"Come in here a moment. We should talk about appropriate footwear and not running in the corridor," Oliver said wearily.
Noah followed the nineteen-year-old into a vacant classroom and Oliver closed the door as other boys continued to file past.
"You could hurt yourself or someone else running in the corridor, Noah," Oliver said.
"Sorry sir," Noah replied.
Oliver was a Teaching Assistant for Mr McKay who was not in the room. Was this Mr McKay's classroom? Noah wondered.
"Socks have no grip. What if you'd fallen and hit your head? You could have been unconscious and anything might have happened to you..." Oliver said suggestively.
Noah could tell the young man was flirting and could only imagine what Oliver might do to him while he was unconscious. It might be fun.
"Yes sir," Noah agreed.
"Anyway. Even bare feet grip the floor better than those socks..." Oliver said.
Really?
"So let's get those socks off you," Oliver concluded.
Oliver knelt in front of Noah and the teenager felt the older lad stroking his legs as he peeled down the first sock. Noah lifted his heel so it could Oliver could pull the sock from it and when Noah's heel dropped to the floor, the rest of the sock was successfully extracted.
Oliver repeated the process with the other foot, his hands lingering on Noah's bare, hairless leg much longer than was necessary. Noah had started Pyjama Day in a vest, shorts and socks and was now reduced only to his underpants. The difference that being barefoot made was surprising but profound.
"Those briefs are very small, Noah," Oliver observed.
"I know," Noah acknowledged.
Oliver reached up and looked into Noah's eyes – Noah nodded just enough to invite the young man to continue. Oliver slipped his fingers into the front of Noah's briefs and pulled them down until he could see the root or Noah's flaccid, stumpy penis. There wasn't a single pubic hair to be seen and the sensation of the smooth skin on Oliver's fingers was magnificent.
Oliver peeked into Noah's briefs and admired the boyish smoothness of his shaved pubis. Noah expected the young man to pull the briefs down farther, but he was disappointed. Oliver let go, still kneeling with Noah's groin right in his face, and smiled up at Noah.
"Turn around," Oliver said.
Noah turned and felt Oliver tug at the back of Noah's briefs this time.
"What size of briefs do you wear?" he asked.
Noah gasped as he felt breath on his bare cheeks and then sniggering as Oliver looked at the tag on the briefs.
"Boys age 13-14?" Oliver said.
The briefs were actually an old pair – Noah had grown taller but his waist remained narrow even as he added a little muscle to his body. Daniel still enjoyed the fact that such small boys sizes still fitted him and made a point of articulating the humiliating detail publicly.
At the checkout of the local supermarket just after New Year, Daniel and Noah had been buying supplies for the house. As the young man at the checkout scanned Noah's underwear, Daniel has piped up.
"Oh I forgot to check, are those for boys aged 13-14?" Dan asked.
"Yea," the lad said in a bored voice.
"My brother is seventeen but the little underpants fit him better," Dan added.
The lad at the checkout was almost as humiliated as Noah. Noah hated and loved when Dan pulled that joke on him and liked it equally that the Teaching Assistant was similarly mocking.
Oliver pulled the back of the briefs down more, until they were all the way under his cheeks. This was it, Noah thought. He's going to take my underwear. The front of the pants had slipped to expose Noah's hilariously bare pubic area but his penis was still tucked away inside.
Then Noah was surprised again. He felt a tongue licking his ass crack.
Noah gasped as Oliver parted the cheeks and the young man put his face in the middle of the petite buttocks. Oliver's tongue probed the sphincter while his nose nuzzled Noah's sacrum. Noah had a small, beautiful little ass. Oliver would have preferred more cushion down there but it was a really nice boy butt.
Noah got hard as Oliver licked his hole, pushing his tongue into the hole and kissing it with his lips. Noah's erection was hot and wet, leaking precum into the briefs. Noah wished his cock was free rather than contained as he realised there was going to be a damp mark on the pink fabric.
"Oh my god..." Noah gasped.
His cock was so hard it was almost painful. His briefs were pinned in place by his ass so his cock was straining against the tension caused by the waistband. The bald root of his cock was visible and it was a mortifying reminder of his hairlessness. Noah's cock pumped precum and Noah could see the ooze in the front of his briefs. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Oliver stopped.
Oliver pulled the briefs back up over Noah's soggy ass and gave one cheek a playful smack.
"Well, off you go Noah," Oliver said.
"Go? But... shouldn't I go to the changing rooms and put my trainers on?" Noah asked.
"You're already late for class," Oliver pointed out.
"You want me to go barefoot?" Noah asked.
Oliver didn't respond with anything but a grin.
"What about my erection?" Noah asked.
"I'm sure it'll go down by itself," Oliver pacified Noah.
Noah sighed and hoped the young man was right. Noah readjusted himself so his hard-on was pointed sideways towards his hip. The damp spot remained and Noah's briefs felt somehow smaller – his baldness felt more exposed.
The corridor was empty by the time Noah stepped out the door and the walk to the Maths rooms on the opposite side of the second floor gave Noah's dick the time to soften but not quite to its usual flaccid penis size. A four-inch tube of dick remained with the small undies, making itself quite conspicuous despite not being erect. Noah knocked and entered and the teacher was very unimpressed.
He was unimpressed with Noah's lateness and near-nakedness (judging by the look of disgust) but he said nothing about it. Noah guessed a decision had been made not to single Noah out or to encourage any more boys to act out in solidarity or rebellion. There were after all still three boys in this class alone who were shirtless.
"Is that a stain in your briefs Noah?" asked Eric with a sneer.
Despite the teacher not liking Noah's appearance, he didn't seem keen for Eric to call attention to it.
"Let's focus on the Maths problem we were just discussing," the teacher said.
"But sir, it looks like Noah wet himself. Or he's jizzed in his undies," Eric said.
There was a rumble of mean and shocked laughter and the teacher couldn't decide how to react. On one hand, a silly teenage boy was walking around school in nothing but underpants for Pyjama Day - on the pretence of them being what he wears to bed. So teasing was to be expected and frankly deserved.
On the other hand, talking about a boy peeing himself or ejaculating was disgusting. Plus, Eric was an obnoxious, bullying asshole of a lad.
"Eric, that's enough," the teacher said unconvincingly.
"Your right sir, Noah doesn't look old enough to be able to cum," Eric laughed at his own joke.
"You've thought a lot about it, Eric. I'm flattered," Noah said mildly.
The laughter turned on the bully, who didn't like it one bit.
"Boys..." the teacher interrupted but the decision to let Eric tease Noah had meant he'd lost control.
"Fuck you," Eric replied.
"Not even on your best day," Noah replied nonchalantly as he finally took his seat.
"Stop!" the teacher commanded.
He directed his comment to Eric – realising that Noah was retaliating, not instigating. Though it seemed that Noah had turned it around at the end and come off better from the sparring than Eric had.
By the time lunchtime arrived, Noah had forgotten all about Eric and his insults. Eric had not forgotten. Noah et al met Morys on the way to lunch but the queue for the cafeteria was already out into the Social Stretch and half the tables were occupied.
Noah and friends didn't join the queue but joined the students who were milling around the packed social area. There were multiple comments and the students in the area seemed to pick up their ears whenever one was tossed Noah's way.
"Barefoot now too?"
"You know you've stained your pants, right?"
"Thank god there's no brown stain at the back."
"You almost look hairless under those tiny briefs."
"Does it bother you?" asked Amos. "The comments. They're so mean."
"Not really," Noah replied. "I like the way I look. I don't really look to people I don't know or like for validation."
"I like the way I look too but boxers in front of a massive crowd is as far as I'm willing to go," Morys said and Noah wondered if he really meant it.
Morys had tried to push himself out his comfort zone to cultivate a closer relationship with Noah but wasn't sure he could be as bold as the boy he had a crush on.
"I guess I get embarrassed but I'm not ashamed," Noah elaborated.
Noah suddenly noticed a lot of attention on him. There had been a lot of attention since he'd first been seen in his underwear but even more now! There was an expectant barrage of gazing centred on him that in a pantomime would have been accompanied with "he's behind you."
Noah felt the back of his neck prickle – a spider sense that went off a few seconds too late. Suddenly, someone behind Noah gripped the hips of his briefs and with a very sharp tug, pulled them down to his bare feet.
Noah had just been pantsed!
A push in the small of his back, set Noah off balance and he stepped forward, out of his underpants and he was left totally and completely naked in front of a massive crowd of schoolboys!
"Oh my fucking god!"
"He is totally hairless!"
"Priceless."
"Holy fuck, he has no hair!"
"A picture is worth a thousand words."
"His willy is so small."
Noah was stunned, his face registering a comparable level of shock as the faces now staring at him. Noah breathed and turned slowly, offing his little butt to the boys who had been looking at his two-and-a-half-inch penis. He wanted to see who had pantsed him – as if he couldn't guess. As he looked at Eric, he saw yet more boys staring at his penis. Noah had experienced so many adventures; it was exciting and frightening in equal measure that he could still feel intense embarrassment. Noah blushed all over as boys his own age and several years younger looked at him with no clothes on.
Eric had picked up the briefs and danced out of the way of Morys and Kevin who had made a grab for him.
"Noah! Has got a tiny cock!" Eric sang along delightedly – pointing and laughing.
Noah made no effort to cover willy. After gaining his balance, he stood still, hands at his side and taking in the attention now on him. Noah could feel hundreds of eyes on him and the attention wasn't like at Five Dukes. His own school were used to his nudity – he was comfortable and supported there and he had come out as a nudist. Here, in the Social Stretch of Barons Edge Comprehensive, Noah was like a thing on exhibition.
"Can I have them back, please?" Noah asked with a calmness he didn't feel.
Eric just laughed harder.
"We all heard you're a nudist," Eric replied. "Are you ashamed or something?"
Eric sneered at Noah, who suddenly felt the calm that had been a façade just a moment ago.
"No, I'm not ashamed," Noah replied. "I don't mind that I'm completely bare."
And with this, Noah put his hands on his head to expose his hairless armpits. Everyone in the Social Stretch could already see Noah had no pubic hair above his small, flaccid penis and that his legs were long and silky. Noah turned so everyone could see him.
"But I don't appreciate having my clothes stolen," Noah said. "You took my clothes from me without my consent and exposed me without my permission."
"Oh boo hoo," Eric responded. "We can all see you love yourself. Even if you do look pathetic."
"I don't look pathetic, Eric. I shaved my pubic hair off because I wanted to. And this is what a seventeen-year-old should look like naked," Noah responded with a gesture to his dinky dick. "What's pathetic is you stealing a boy's clothes. Laughing and bullying people."
Noah looked to his friends who stepped around him, not blocking the view of his body, but flanking him to offer moral support.
"Give him his briefs back, Eric," Morys said coldly.
"Oh, your boyfriend sticking up for you now?" Eric mocked.
"I'm not his boyfriend," Morys said quickly.
"Not just his boyfriend," Kevin offered in support.
"He's not my boyfriend," Noah added.
"We all saw you today, exposing yourself bit by bit," Eric said.
"Is this the part where you say I wanted this? I got what I was asking for? I deserve it? If I didn't want to be stripped totally naked in front of everyone in school by a thug, I should have worn more clothes?" Noah said.
Eric finally registered a turn in the mood of the room as they all realised the rape analogy and how serious what Eric had done was.
"You assaulted me. You did this to humiliate me. You took my clothes and then tried to blame me for it as if you weren't the one responsible," Noah said levelly.
"Here, just take them," Eric said and threw the briefs at Noah's chest.
Noah made no attempt to catch them so the underwear bounced off his chest and landed on the floor while Eric ground his teeth – he had expected an explosion of kudos for getting Noah naked.
"I know you must all be curious so this is what my penis looks like," Noah addressed the crowd.
Noah grabbed his two-and-a-half-inch dick and gave it a wiggle. Some boys giggled and others sniggered. Some were totally bewildered. Others were incredibly turned on. A few were turned on and didn't know why.
"Tiny dick," Eric spat.
"Are you really a nudist?"
No-one even gave Eric a second thought now.
"Yes," Noah admitted.
"What happens if a nudist gets wood when he's in front of people?"
It wasn't a plan – getting naked in school on Pyjama Day. It wasn't a plan to do what he did next either. Noah gripped his penis and pulled it, giving his saggy balls a couple of tugs too.
"Oh my god, he's wanking."
"Weird."
"It happens but it's not the end of the world. Being a nudist isn't about sex, it's about feeling comfortable being naked. Most boys have a penis and sometimes it gets hard," Noah explained as he masturbated until he was fully erect.
Noah let go of his cock once it was fully hard – over seven inches of boycock – and now leaking precum. The ooze dribbled on his toes.
"Wow!"
"Well, we can't say he has a tiny dick anymore."
"Eric!" said a very stern voice that belonged to Oliver. "Go to the Head Teacher's office."
"Me? Why me?" Eric asked.
Eric was disgusted by Noah's arousal and the acceptance the naked boy had been offered. Why was he being sent to the Head's office?
"You had no right to strip Noah bare naked like this. This is very serious," Oliver said.
"That hairless freak has a hard on!" Eric protested.
"Go. Now!" Oliver demanded.
Eric stormed off, kicking Noah's briefs as he left – the skittered across the floor and Noah watched them go.
"Noah, you should probably get dressed," Oliver said too late.
"I think I'm fine now, sir. I sleep naked anyway," Noah replied.
Noah smiled at his friends and walked to the end of the lunch queue. It had been stalled during the entire episode and service resumed slowly as everyone accepted Noah was going to stay barefoot and bare assed. The attention never waned but there were no derisory comments. Noah's woody gradually subsided but there were no more jokes about his little penis.
Near the end of lunch, the Head Teacher arrived and quiet fell over the cafeteria and the adjacent Social Stretch when he approached Noah. There was an air of disappointment that the Head would probably end Noah's nudity – it was not as accepted as at Five Dukes but his peers were loving every second of it. Noah looked up at him and the man clearly looked uncomfortable with looking at a naked teen boy.
"Noah, I want to apologise on behalf of the school for the behaviour of Eric Kerr," the Head said. "He had no right to treat you like this and his behaviour should never have been allowed to escalate to this level."
"He's the one who should apologise," Noah said.
"I agree. He refused, so he's been expelled," the man responded. "Eric will not be allowed to return to the school under any circumstances..."
A cheer went up and the Head Teacher's words were drowned out by the relief of every boy who had suffered under the fuckwit.
"Barons Edge Comprehensive apologises for not protecting you," the teacher continued. "I appreciate your... personal choices but they cannot be supported here."
"I go to bed naked, sir. This is what I wear as pyjamas," Noah said firmly. "I will wear my uniform next time but I'll continue to wear nothing for the rest of the day."
The man was not happy but found it hard to argue with a teenager who had just been the victim of not only bullying but a potentially prosecutable crime.
"You're just going to walk around like that?" the Head Teacher asked with clear discomfort.
"Noah's a hero!"
"Noah's raised as much for the charity as everyone else combined."
"There's nothing wrong with sleeping naked."
The Head Teacher but up both hands in surrender – of course the students would support Noah remaining naked.
"If you feel unsafe at any time, report to the main office," the Head Teacher said earnestly – little appreciating that he was directing Noah to the office by the main entrance. "Anyone else who interferes with Noah will also be expelled. This is your only warning."
The Head Teacher regretted using the words "interferes with" and left as quickly as he could. Then, lunch continued as if there weren't a nudist in the room.
Going about his normal MPC classes was a strange mix of normal and odd. On one hand, Noah was used to being naked at Five Dukes but on the other, the Comprehensive boys never stopped looking. Noah felt more naked by the intense and persistent attention but most boys were only half dressed themselves. Pyjama Day meant that many boys had their legs out and several had tops off – Noah felt like he was in good company because of this.
There were only a few classes left anyway – the usual MPC Exchange attendance who had seen him naked at Five Dukes anyway. Things only changed near the end of his final class which was a Physics lecture.
"Is it ok if I borrow Noah for a few minutes?" Oliver asked – poking his head into the room where the class were getting a lecture about special relativity.
"Borrow him for what?" the lecturer asked.
"Well, Noah has no clothes to go home in. I was asked to find him some so he doesn't go home nude," Oliver said.
"It's about time," the lecturer said.
"So is this lecture," Noah joked and raised a laugh.
"Away you go," the lecturer said – he glanced at his watch and realised he only had a few minutes left.
Noah followed Oliver out of the room and into the corridor. They walked side by side but Noah could feel Oliver's eyes on him.
"Are you really taking me to get clothes?" Noah asked.
"Of course," Oliver said. "Mickey Snart in Year 10 has offered to lend you something."
"Year 10?" Noah asked with exasperation.
Year 10 were three years younger than Noah and therefore in the fourteen to fifteen age group - he was getting tired of the assertion that he looked that puny. Noah wondered why the Year 10's had been asked but if Oliver were in charge of the search for clothes, it made sense he would seek a moderately embarrassing outfit.
"Yes. I asked Mickey after his PE lesson if you could borrow something," Oliver replied.
There was an important detail here that Noah missed. He was too busy laughing at Oliver for soliciting the teenager.
"Did you ask him before or after his shower?" Noah jibed the nineteen-year-old.
"During," Oliver responded and Noah couldn't tell if the Teaching Assistant was joking or not.
As Noah was led to who knew what class, his bare feel patted on the linoleum floor. His dick and balls slapped against his smooth thighs and the white light bounced off the globes of Noah's ass like the moon on a clear night.
"Oh, one more thing," Oliver said.
They had stopped in a section of corridor between classrooms so they were out of sight of anyone. Oliver squatted in front of Noah and lifted the flaccid penis into his mouth. Noah gasped and shuddered with a sudden surge of pleasure.
"No. Don't. Stop," Noah said.
The nineteen-year-old looked up at Noah, his mouth full of cock and his eyes wide with happiness. Slowly, Oliver withdrew Noah's now hard cock from his mouth.
"Ok, I won't stop," Oliver said predictably.
Oliver licked sloppy precum from Noah's cock. The snot tasted warm and sweet. With the head of his erection fully exposed, Noah's felt the sensitive tip of his cock being hoovered. Noah couldn't believe he was getting a blowjob in the school corridor. This wasn't a fantasy or an EMARP – this was really happening!
Noah's toes curled with pleasure which ended as quickly as it had started as Oliver wiped precum his mouth and stood up.
"Aren't you going to finish me off?" Noah asked – desperate to cum and oozing more precum.
Noah skipped to catch up because Oliver had already taken several quick strides up the corridor.
"Nope," Oliver said.
The Teaching Assistant turned to face Noah, smirked at the hairless teenager with the seven-inch cock, and then opened the classroom door. Noah had been too focused on the prospect of a blowjob to even notice the door. He didn't even get the chance to object because Oliver grabbed his arm, pulled him forward and pushed him into the packed classroom.
The teacher looked over at the entrants but he didn't see Noah – naked and hard and dribbling precum. Mr McKay was blind and Oliver was his Teaching Assistant. The class were not blind. The Year 10 boys, most of whom were fifteen, were stunned to see Noah in all his smooth, nude glory.
Some of them had seen Noah exposed in the Social Stretch, the rest had heard about him. However, no-one had seen him so close.
"Oh my god."
"Is there a problem?" Mr McKay asked.
"No problem sir," Oliver said hurriedly so the class wouldn't give things away. "I should have knocked, sorry about that."
"Oliver, did you find what you were looking for?" Mr McKay asked.
Oliver smirked and the class nearly laughed out loud.
"I have Noah McNelis with me, Mr McKay. He's here to collect some clothes to wear home," Oliver explained.
"Oh..." Mr McKay's voice sounded tight in a way it hadn't moments before.
If the man could have offered Oliver a jealous look, he would have but he held a poker face. The teacher had heard about the naked teenager and knew Oliver would be ogling every exposed inch of boyish beauty.
"Noah, we all heard about earlier. I hope Eric's behaviour doesn't make you think less of everyone at the school. Most of us work hard to be inclusive," Mr McKay said.
"Yea, Noah. We all work hard. We can see you work hard too."
Mr McKay silenced the sniggers brought on by the smartass comment.
"Don't be so immature. Noah is a nudist. You can all see his penis. Big deal," Mr McKay said.
Of course it was a big deal – it was at least a seven-inch deal and the biggest cock most of the boys had ever seen. One boy had a similarly sized cock.
"Mickey Snart has offered to lend Noah some clothes; it ok for Noah to get them now?" Oliver asked.
"Micky? Isn't he fourteen?" the teacher probed.
"I'll be fifteen in September," Mickey said.
"It's March!" Mr McKay said with exasperation.
"Fine. Oliver has disturbed the end of my lesson anyway so you might as well pack up," Mr McKay said. "Go ahead Noah. Mickey?"
Noah knew the drill. Oliver had arranged for a younger boy to lend Noah his clothes. The boy was going to give Noah clothes several sizes too small and...
Mickey stood up. He was possibly the cutest boy Noah had ever seen. He was also six feet tall and although he was slim, he was bigger than Noah. He had big brown eyes, a round face, ears that stuck out but were very cute. This was the boy whose clothes Noah was going to borrow?
"Hey Noah, Oliver said you needed these," Mickey said.
Mickey's voice was soft and held a hint of amusement. He held out a bundle and Noah had to approach to get it. Noah was still rigidly hard! His cock swung in front of him and boys on either side turned to get an eyeful of the big dick. Noah took the clothes from Mickey and realised what he should have thought of earlier – Oliver had asked Mickey after PE. These were Mickey's PE kit and the clothes were still damp with boy sweat.
Oliver gestured for Noah to return to the front of the classroom – presumably so it was easier for everyone to see him naked. The boys in the class watched Noah's bare butt as he walked back to the front and then he turned to face them all.
Noah gave the clothes a sniff – they didn't stink but they smelled used. As he opened the bundle, they felt used too. There was a white short sleeved t-shirt with a wide collar and a pair of running shorts.
"I ran nine miles," Mickey explained.
Noah slipped on the soggy shorts. There was no pouch to support the penis and scrotum inside so Noah's cock slid against the soft fabric inside. A snot trail of precum wept through the fabric. Although the boys in the room were sad to see Noah covered up, it was still funny to see him with a hard-on and tenting little running shorts. The running shorts were very brief and Noah could only imagine what Mickey's long legs looked like poking out of them. The bigger problem was the waistline was a few sizes too big and so they hung off his hips.
Noah had to admit, it was a stroke of genius to humiliate Noah not only by making him wear the used clothes of a boy three years younger than him but also to choose a younger boy who was bigger than him. Noah pulled on the t-shirt, which had damp patches on it and clung to Noah's skin.
"Did you bring suitable footwear, Noah?" asked Oliver once Noah was dressed.
"They're in the changing room," Noah replied.
"You should go and get them now before the bell rings. You don't want someone stepping on your toes," Mr McKay said helpfully.
"I'll go with you, Noah..." Mickey said. "So we can agree when I get my things back."
"Of course," Oliver said.
Oliver nodded patronisingly – he knew the real reason why Mickey wanted to go with Noah. It was the same reason he wanted to go. The class continued grinning at Noah – whose arms and hairless legs escaped the clothing to lend an exposed visage even though his genitals and nipples were now hidden. Noah and Mickey walked side by side. Noah in the moist shorts and t-shirt and Mickey in a vest and pyjama shorts that came almost to the knee.
"Most of the boys here think you must be insane," Mickey said as they walked down stairs.
It was strange having to look up at the younger boy. Noah wasn't short but Mickey was very tall – not only for his age but for any age. If he was edging past six foot at fourteen years old, how tall would the boy be in four years' time?
"What do you think?" Noah asked.
"I think you must be insane," Mickey responded and laughed.
He had a cute laugh too.
The pair chatted as they walked, Noah in his bare feet and Mickey in backless slippers that showed off his size twelve feet. Mickey was wearing a shorts and t-shirt combination for Pyjama Day. Mickey's legs weren't quite smooth – they had wispy hairs on them and his thighs had short, almost stubbly, hair. They were long and downy legs that suited the sweet boy.
Mickey seemed genuinely interested in Noah's nudism; he didn't laugh or make fun, he listened and seemed to understand that just because Noah was naked, didn't mean anything sexual. They stepped into the changing room, which was empty and Noah retrieved his trainers.
"Do you get excited often? When you're being a nudist, I mean?" Mickey asked.
"Not often, no. Sometime I do. I mean, sometimes being naked is sexual and I get hard then but nudism isn't sexual," Noah replied.
"So, are you and Morys dating?" Mickey seemed to ask out of the blue.
"What? No," Noah replied. "I know Eric called him my boyfriend but he's not."
Mickey fancied Noah but didn't want to get in the middle of anything. He rather thought the relationship between Noah and Morys was more complex than Noah was letting on. Either that or it was more complex than Noah was aware of.
"I've never kissed a boy before," Mickey said.
"Do you want to try it?" Noah offered.
Mickey nodded so Noah stepped closer. Noah put his hands on Mickey's hips and had to look up while Mickey stooped down for their lips to meet. It was a nervous kiss on Mickey's side and a tentative one on Noah's part.
Mickey had closed his eyes and when he opened them, the big round eyes were earnest and sweet. Without saying anything, Noah pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor, then pushed the shorts down too. They fell with ease to Noah's feet. They weren't even his t-shirt or shorts – they were Mickey's.
Naked, Noah re-embraced Mickey and the second kiss was more confident and rapid. Noah smiled when he felt Mickey reach for his own top, pulling it off and revealing a flat but developing chest that was as hairless as Noah's. He had neat, round nipples that looked good enough to suck. Noah found himself wondering if Mickey had been lying about never being kissed before but he didn't ask.
The two boys were pressed together and Noah could feel how excited Mickey was inside his pyjama shorts. Mickey could actually see how excited Noah was. Noah ran his hands down Mickey's chest and slowly dropped to his knees.
Noah looked up in askance while gripping Mickey's shorts – if the younger boy didn't want it, Noah would stop. However, Mickey did want it. Noah pulled the shorts down Mickey's long legs and a big cock bounced into Noah's face.
"Fuck me," Noah said.
"No no," Mickey said in a panic before realising it was just an expression.
"Do you want me to suck you?" Noah asked.
"I don't know... I don't know if I like boys in that way... I'm still deciding," Mickey said.
"I'm only offering a blowjob, Mickey. I like sucking cock and boys like being sucked. Gay or straight or anywhere in between. It feels good, I promise," Noah answered.
Few teenage boys would pass up a free blowjob – indeed, Mickey nodded.
"Step out of the shorts," Noah said.
It wasn't really necessary – they were well out of the way but Noah wanted to see the fourteen-year-old in all his naked glory. Mickey did as he was told, sweetly and nervously stepping out of the shorts and his slippers too. Noah was seventeen, three years older than Mickey, but their ages looked reversed.
Micky had a small and mousy patch of pubic hair above his seven half inch cock. Noah engulfed the erection with his mouth, greedily greasing the pole with saliva. Noah grabbed Mickey's buttocks while humping his face to and fro on Mickey's groin. Noah looked up and was immensely turned on by how tall the younger boy was.
Mickey's cock was seven inches – just shorter than Noah's – and suited the rest of him. Mickey was a long, cute, streak of fuck. Noah held the base of Mickey's cock while sucking on the head and it was only when Noah felt creamy jizz dribbling down his chin that he realised Mickey had already cum.
Noah kept sucking and slurping, eating ever drip of the boy juice.
Once his mouth was free of cock, Noah wiped his chin with his fingers and ate that too.
"That was amazing," Mickey said.
"Thanks for lending me your clothes," Noah said.
Mickey blushed – as if the blowjob were payment.
"I need to get dressed. I've never been naked and hard in front of someone before," Mickey confessed.
"You're going to make someone very happy someday," Noah said – deliberately avoiding a gender pronoun.
Mickey got dressed and Noah slipped his feet into his (Mickey's) shorts. He had pulled them half up when Mickey asked a question.
"Aren't you going to do something about that?" the Year 10 boy asked of Noah's aching hard-on.
Noah grinned at him and sat down on a bench – he was still shirtless and pushed the running shorts from his thighs back down to his ankles. Noah's bare butt could feel the cool wood underneath him and he wished Mickey had put his wood inside his butt. Noah gripped his cock and started masturbating.
"Oh, I didn't mean... I mean, I did... but I don't need to watch," Mickey insisted.
"If you're still curious and figuring out what you like, you should watch in case you like it," Noah proposed.
Noah loved an audience and the tall, inexperienced boy was too cute a spectator to discourage. Noah's precum leaked messily and the excitement of having his clothes stolen, being pantsed and getting aroused around the school all meant Noah was close to orgasm. He felt like he'd been edging all day.
Noah stroked with loud and sloppy swipes of his hand and stood up just as he reached his climax. In the second before he came, Noah pulled the shorts back up. Noah's cock exploded in the confines of Mickey's shorts – a big creamy stain forming on the left side of the shorts where the head was still discharging. Noah's cock pumped spunk like a fountain and his cum didn't stay contained for long. The creamy jizz ran down his left thigh and Mickey watched in amazement at the volume discharged.
"You came in my shorts," Mickey said.
Was he complaining or just observing?
"Yea... sorry about that," Noah said but he wasn't very sorry.
Mickey sniggered, "I can't believe I let you... you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No, Mickey. I promise," Noah said.
"Cool. Well, I need to go," Mickey said. "You can bring my shorts and t-shirt back, cleaned, next time you're here."
"Ok. Sure thing," Noah agreed. "I should get my trainers on and meet my friends. They'll be missing me."
"Especially Morys," Mickey said with a chuckle.
"What?" Noah replied – he'd only been half listening.
"Never mind, Noah. You'll figure it out," Mickey replied.
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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