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.
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Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Twenty-Six: Home Movie
FRIDAY 01ST APRIL 2022
The day had started with Dan showing Noah a Sextr post. It showed Noah from his sixteen birthday – shaved totally hairless at the Halloween party and surrounded by people. Noah looked beautiful but his dick was flaccid and small enough to warrant mockery (no matter how big it was once he started rubbing it).
Was that really nearly a year and a half ago?
The picture itself wasn't the issue – the fact it had been posted on Sextr and literally everyone at school had been tagged in it was the issue. Well, "everyone" was an exaggeration but a few hundred boys and several teachers. They could see his small, hairless dick!?
"April fools!" Dan eventually said as he cracked up and laughed.
Dan had manipulated the photo, the page appearance and all the tags of boys and teachers just to fuck with him. It was a bit mean and Noah had panicked for a moment but it was also an ingenious prank. Obviously Noah was used to being naked and even shared nudes online but it would have been a different thing if his nudes were released like that. Some of those boys would share those pictures with people and they would share them with people and they would share them...
"You're a bastard!" Noah shot at Daniel but he was laughing with relief. "I really thought those pictures had gone viral."
"You should have seen your face," Dan responded. "I actually felt bad for tricking you. I didn't mean to freak you out."
"You know a boy at school did find a nude video of me once," Noah recalled.
Jonas had found it on Sextr and shown it to Noah. It had led to a very satisfying tryst and being caught by Mr Cooke for the first time.
"What video?" Daniel asked with curiosity.
"I basically stripped and masturbated while people made comments. It was mortifying because right before I took my undies off..." Noah started to say.
"Was it mortifying because you used the word undies?" Dan chimed in after sniggering.
"No. Shhh. It was embarrassing because right before I take my underpants off," Noah said and Daniel sniggered again. "I said something like, I'm going to be completely bare and I'm only fifteen."
"Sometimes I forget how long you've been putting your dick around," Daniel said.
"Yea, anyway..." Noah said as he took one last look at the fake Sextr post Daniel had concocted. "You promise me this isn't real?"
"I promise," Daniel replied. "You better hurry up and get dressed. We need to leave in ten minutes."
In their fathers absence – their dad was still working in America on secondment – Daniel had mastered the art of parental organisation. Noah left his cereal bowl in the sink which Dan washed while Noah put on his school uniform. It was usually a waste of time since Noah was a nudist at school except today was a Maths, Physics and Chemistry (MPC) Exchange day at Baron's Edge Comprehensive.
Wearing his school uniform all day was almost a treat.
The last time Noah had been at Barons Edge Comprehensive had been exactly four weeks ago – again for an MPC Exchange day. It had coincided with a Pyjama Day that had resulted in humiliation for Noah.
Humiliation for Noah – must be Friday.
Noah had been used to just being a normal boy at Barons Edge and now everyone had seen him naked, they had seen his penis and bare butt and they knew he was a nudist. And they knew he was hairless.
Noah worried he would be treated differently and there were some smirks and sniggers and the odd comment. However, everyone knew Noah had been stripped by a bully named Eddie and he had been expelled with immediate effect (despite there being only two months left of school). Noah could see sympathy from most people for what had happened and gratitude too that Eddie was gone.
Noah found Morys, Toby, Amos, Samir, Ronan and Matty waiting for him just inside the school. Everyone was chatting happily except Mateo. Which instantly made Noah worry something was wrong with him.
"Morning everyone," Noah said. "Matty, are you ok?"
"Yea, I'm great. On an unrelated note, Kevin hasn't replied to any of my messages so I'm worried he hates me," Mateo said.
"You're jumping to conclusions, honey," Amos said gently – but in a tone that indicated it was not the first time he'd reassured Matty of this.
"What other explanations are there? Unless..." Matty said thoughtfully.
"Phone ran out of power?" Toby suggested.
"Forgot to pay his phone bill? Samir said.
"Lost his phone?" Noah proposed.
"Oh... I was going to guess he was taken over by a brain-controlling slug but your ideas make more sense," Matty conceded.
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"He's coming now," Ronan said – ignoring the voice in his head.
<<Their young enter through the ears and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex. This renders the victim susceptible to suggestion. Later, they grow... follows madness... and death...>>
Herman really was impossible to listen to sometimes. Ronan wondered how the voice in his head could remember things he did not – though Ronan was sure he had seen The Wrath of Kahn so that dialogue must be in his head somewhere. Still... brain-slugs? Weird.
"Hi Kevin," said Amos. "Word of warning..." Amos was about to say something about Mateo's concerns.
"Hey, Kev. How's it hanging?" Matty said in what he thought was an ultra-casual way.
Matty was `casually' leaning against the wall and Noah hoped he didn't fall over.
"Ummm... why are you being weird?" Kevin asked.
<<Have you met Mateo?>>
"Have you met Matty?" Ronan asked.
<<Jinxed!>>
"I'm not weird. I'm being nonchalant," Mateo replied.
"Oh... Ok," Kevin replied.
"Are you ok?" Noah asked.
Kevin's whole body was tense. His expression very guarded. Noah recalled thinking, when he had first met Kevin, that the boy looked miserable. At this moment, he looked reserved and cagey.
"Yea, sure," Kevin replied breezily.
"You were planning to see your dad..." Mateo said. "How did that go?"
Kevin had been excited about it all week and he had told Matty, who had told Noah et al, as well as Morys and Amos. Kevin hadn't seen his dad for years; he had been in residential care since his mum had died and he had didn't have any other family.
"Well, he's all I've got," Kevin said despondently. "I was..."
Nothing interrupted but Kevin froze and couldn't find any more words.
"What?" Matty asked as he straightened up, suddenly serious.
Mateo had kept his distance and had been `casually' leaning against the wall but he sensed something was wrong. The group had formed a rough circle with Matty and Kevin opposite each other; Matty stepped forwards and put his hand on Kevin's arm. Matty didn't have Kevin's poker face – he wore his heart on his sleeve for daws to peck at – so his face was filled with compassion and concern.
"Nothing," Kevin responded. "Nothing. It was ok. That's all."
Matty looked deeply into Kevin's eyes, or he would have but Kevin wouldn't look back.
"You were hoping the reunion would be more?" Amos asked cautiously.
"Yes. Something like that," Kevin said tightly.
"Kevin..." Mateo started to say.
Kevin shrugged his arm to dislodge Mateo's touch that hadn't left and he took a half step backwards.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Kevin said simply but snappishly.
Mateo looked hurt but he nodded. There was a sense of relief when the bell rang and the boys started walking to class. Ronan and Samir fell into step together while Amos and Toby held hands and walked together. Kevin and Morys shared a quiet conversation and Noah walked beside Mateo, who looked dejected.
"You ok?" Noah asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Matty shrugged.
"Matty," Noah said softly, "I haven't seen you look this sad since Rise of Skywalker came out."
"Something's wrong... I think. I'm a bit hurt that he doesn't want to tell me," Matty admitted. "But then I feel like a jerk for making it about me."
"You're not a jerk, Matty," Noah replied.
"Do you ever get jealous?" Mateo asked as they got close to the classroom.
"Of what or who?" Noah responded.
"Look," Matty nodded ahead. "Toby and Amos. There's Dural and Jasper. There's Ryan... he's dating your friend Scott, right?"
Toby and Amos were holding hands while Dural and Jasper were walking close, arms together, hands touching with affection and intimacy. Noah felt guilty that he hadn't caught up with Ryan for a while. Ryan had been thrown out by his dad after coming out. That was two months ago. Noah knew Ryan was staying with friends and they had never really been close friends to begin with but Noah wished he was the kind of boy who thought more carefully about others. He tended to forget and get caught up in his own embarrassing events.
"Am I jealous of them?" Noah asked thoughtfully. "Nah. It's cute. I'm happy for them."
"I keep thinking how nice it would be if Kevin liked me the way I like him," Mateo confessed. "And I can't even get him to talk to me right now."
"Are you boys coming in?" Oliver asked.
The young Teaching Assistant to Mr McKay looked out impatiently at them – they were the last two to get to the class. Noah wished they'd had a chance to finish the conversation but the registration class was waiting for them.
Throughout the day there was a sense of things not being said yet Noah wouldn't honestly identify what was missing. Matty being Matty, he was incapable of not talking but Kevin did not share this trait.
"So... you mentioned the meeting with your dad was being organised by your Residential Care Home. Did they supply tea and biscuits or did you have to supply your own?" Matty tried to get Kevin talking.
"Oh, they have a biscuit embargo so if I want a Jaffa Cake, I need to sneak them in," Kevin replied.
"Is Jaffa Cake a cake?" Morys asked. "Or is it a biscuit."
"Ha ha, you must be new," Mateo said – though he was miffed that his conversation was being hijacked or side-tracked.
"We have had this debate before," Samir warned the uninitiated.
"It is a cake! It's called a Jaffa Cake, so it's a cake!" Matty said impatiently.
"The question was actually settled in a tribunal in..." Ronan started to reply.
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"Right, nineteen ninety-one," Ronan added. "When they get stale, they go hard like a cake rather than soft like a biscuit."
"Where the fuck was that information the last time these idiots argued it was a biscuit?" Mateo asked.
Ronan shrugged.
"Are Jaffa Cakes the only option available, Kevin?" Amos asked.
"No. Sometimes. Maybe," Kevin replied – covering all the bases.
"Where has your dad been then? Did he talk about it?" Mateo asked.
When Kevin had mentioned that contact had been made with his dad and that they could make arrangements for them to meet, he had been excited. He didn't know why his dad had left but he just wanted to see his family again.
"It's complicated, Matty. I don't really want to talk about ok?" Kevin said.
The reply, despite being pleasantly stated, brought the conversation to a screeching halt. Noah couldn't help but feel like he was in a play. The narrative was flowing from one moment to another, connected but independent and heading inevitably for a climax. The question was if the play was a comedy or a tragedy?
Perhaps the play analogy was in Noah's head because he was thinking about Drama Club. After school, the boys made their way from Baron's Edge Comprehensive to Five Dukes Boys School for the Drama Club. It was hosted as usual by Mr Cooke.
In attendance were: Noah, Mateo, Ronan and Toby. Also from Five Dukes boys School were Dural and Jasper, Mekonnen and Colt and five or six others – the numbers having grown a little in the last few months. From Baron's Edge Comprehensive there was Morys, Jonah (Mr Cooke's son), Kevin, Ryan, Glenn and Bran. Eric was no longer welcome even before he had been expelled. Twins named Bill and Ben came from Dukeshead Secondary and Scott had joined to spend the time with Ryan. Noah had noticed there were more boys from Dukeshead, as well as Dukeswell Academy and Dukesbank High School. Perhaps someone had been on a recruitment drive?
For sure, there was a lot of attention when Noah was on stage and he wasn't even naked. Noah had been given the role of a bullied boy which involved being in his underpants but despite opportunities for this to lead to onstage humiliation, nothing had happened (this time, maybe next time). Noah tried to remind himself that not everything in life was a vehicle for embarrassment.
Noah was redressed in his school uniform before he stepped off the stage and re-joined the group after his scene with Dural and Jasper. Most of his friends were gathered together but Kevin had distanced himself. Kevin had preferred the costume/ lighting department when they had first met him and he had returned to it to get away from everyone.
Matty was made his way towards Kevin so Noah joined him for moral support.
"Kevin... what's wrong?" Mateo asked.
"Nothing," he lied.
"Something is," Matty said with certainty.
Noah could see Kevin's expression sour
"The thing is, Kevin... If you don't tell us, we'll never hear the end of it from Matty," Noah half-joked.
"The thing is, Noah," Kevin replied shortly. "I don't! Want! To talk about it!" Kevin's gaze moved from Noah to Mateo as he spoke emphatically.
"I'm just worried about you," Mateo said sheepishly.
"Well don't be. It's none of your business," Kevin replied peevishly.
Matty looked hurt and Noah stepped closer to his friend – his gut told him that this conversation would only get worse. Noah hoped he could whisk Mateo away before it did. Before it became a tragedy.
"But... we're friends... You don't have to tell me. I'm not asking because I'm nosey. I'm asking because I can tell something is wrong," Matty said. "And I don't like to see you hurt."
"Then maybe you should go away and leave me alone. Then you won't need to see it," Kevin responded.
"Oh..." Mateo said.
"Matty, it's ok," Noah said gently and put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I really don't need you Matty," Kevin added. "I was doing fine without you or anyone else."
That wasn't true of course – Kevin had been depressed, miserable, withdrawn, sullen, distracted and antisocial. Matty had made Kevin feel good about himself but Kevin felt nothing but bitterness.
"I don't need anyone. No-one wants me anyway. No-one ever has. So just... go away," Kevin muttered resentfully.
Matty's face was the very picture of sadness. He knew better than to ask what was wrong again but at last Kevin was revealing something, even if he wasn't saying much. Mateo knew Kevin had lost his mum, his dad had been an absentee and he had failed to be fostered or adopted. Kevin was supposed to have met his dad a few days ago and Noah and Matty now inferred that hadn't happened.
"I want you, Kevin," Matty said wholeheartedly. "My friends think my crush on you is hopeless and hilarious but I don't care. You're my friend and..."
"We're not friends. I asked you to go away. Just... Just leave me alone, Matty," Kevin interrupted and stormed off.
Noah had never seen Matty look so upset – he was close to tears. The conversation had been sedate and quiet but before they even got back to the group, Ronan was on his feet and walking towards Mateo. He grabbed Matty into a hug and Matty whimpered.
"You'll be ok, buddy. It's ok," Ronan comforted.
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Ronan's own struggle with mental health made him the perfect person to comfort Mateo in that moment. They had an intuitive friendship and Ronan was incredibly gentle. Ronan took Matty out of the room and while there were curious expressions, no-one seemed wise about what had just upset Mateo.
"What happened?" Amos asked.
"Kevin really didn't want to talk," Noah replied, emphasising the word "really."
"Something happened with his meeting with his dad?" Toby speculated – everyone was catching up now that Kevin had reacted.
"Or didn't happen," Amos pondered quietly.
"Kevin basically said he didn't need anyone and told Matty they weren't friends," Noah summarised. "The worst part is, Matty will blame himself for asking Kevin what was wrong."
"Rather than blaming Kevin for being a total jerk," Morys said. "He might have a reason for it. Maybe he's angry or upset but he was still a jerk. And to Matty of all people."
"Matty is like a puppy. He's just so affectionate and kind... and sometimes he's annoying but we all love him," Noah agreed.
Noah didn't use the "L" word often – platonically or romantically.
"When you're hurting, you can get angry at the people you care about," Toby said wisely.
Noah and Toby shared a look – they had fallen out when Toby had been struggling with his sexuality and he'd lashed out. They had both made amends and Noah hoped the friendship between Matty and Kevin could be salvaged.
"I hope Kevin realises he's made a mistake," Morys said.
"I hope Matty can forgive him," Noah replied.
"Before that ugly scene, we were watching your scene on stage," Amos said to fill the silence.
"Morys was very impressed," Toby added conspiratorially.
Morys shot them a warning look. While Noah had been on stage, Morys had confessed his interest in Noah. Amos, Toby, Ronan and Matty were excited about the romantic possibilities – Matty had already offered to write the best Best Man's speech. However, Morys was worried that Noah not only had no romantic interest in him specifically but no romantic inclinations in general.
At the beginning of the week, on school photo day, Noah had talked about how much he valued Morys's friendship and that was all very well and good but Morys wanted more than that. He was worried that if he didn't say something soon, he would forever be in the friend zone or waste time coveting something he couldn't have.
He also worried that there was only a few weeks left of high school and he had applied to universities in England, Scotland and Wales. As much as he liked Noah and wanted to be with him, they could be separated by geography and all the angst that came with it. Was a crush worth that?
However, now was not the time to discuss it given the breakdown between Matty and Kevin.
"Yea, well I've been coming to the Drama Club for a lot longer than all of you," Morys replied. "You have a natural talent, Noah."
"Thanks," Noah accepted the compliment with a blush.
Noah's acting experience had so far only included EMARP events and he didn't act much in them. Pretty much every character was himself getting humiliated and sexually aroused.
"But maybe we should concentrate on Matty and Kevin at the moment?" Morys added with a warning look to the would-be matchmakers.
"It is the spring holidays," Amos noted. "We probably won't even see Kevin."
"Yea, that might make it tricky to get them talking again. Especially if Kevin doesn't want to talk," Toby agreed.
"Maybe we should go check on Matty?" Morys said.
As they stood up to leave, Dural and Jasper approached to talk to Noah. They didn't want to overwhelm Matty anyway.
"I'll talk to you all tomorrow? Let me know how Matt is ok?" Noah said.
"Is Mateo ok?" Jasper asked.
"We saw Kevin getting a little heated with him," Dural added.
"I don't really know what Kevin's problem is," Noah said honestly.
"Ok. Well, we have a problem," Dural said.
"We want to put on a performance of our play. We have some ideas that we thought would be too risqué but Mr Cooke is ok with it," Jasper said.
"So after the spring holiday, we need to talk to you about an undress rehearsal," Dural concluded.
Late afternoon in April was mild – not cold enough for a jacket but not warm enough for shirtsleeves. Noah wore his school blazer and set off towards the school gates. The rest of the team had left without him and Noah text Matty to offer support and comfort but hadn't received a reply.
Noah was walking up the road when a car pulled up alongside him.
"Do you want a lift home, Noah?" asked Jonah from behind the driver's seat.
Jonah was Mr Cooke's son and the man and teenager had a very unconventional relationship – though the same could be said of Noah and his dad... and Noah and his brother...
"You're home or mine?" Noah asked.
"Get in the back," Mr Cooke said. "Where you like it."
Noah laughed and got in. He could have said no if he'd wanted to – Noah could have kept walking and Mr Cooke and Jonah would just have carried on. Noah didn't want to say no. He knew quite nicely what he was choosing by getting into the car. Noah sat in the backseat where Jonah was also sitting and put on his seatbelt.
Mr Cooke was always very careful at school though Noah noticed the man looking at him when he was naked (which was most of the time). Noah had expected Drama Club to be the epicentre of school humiliation but the teacher had been very restrained. Only a few times had the man crossed the line at school – recently when he walked in on Noah and Year 11 boys in the showers or when he had shoved his crotch in Noah's face last month.
The most exciting memories were from last year. In August, when Noah had been on the beach naked, the teacher and his son had encountered Noah. It was the first time Noah had met Jonah but the boy had been very turned on by seeing a boys taught by his dad naked! Later, Mr Cooke had watched Noah fuck Jonah – Noah's only caveat had been that Mr Cooke had to be naked too.
Another time, in September, Mr Cooke had caught Noah with his son and Jonas; Jonas had been mortified and left but Noah stayed to jerk off while watching Jonah kiss his dad.
Noah's most intimate encounter had been in December. Mr Cooke had watched Noah take off his school uniform and then ate and fucked Noah's ass. Noah had even enjoyed it when Mr Cooke recorded Noah cumming all over himself.
Tame by comparison was he tryst between Noah, Jonah and Morys on stage in December while Mr Cooke watched them. Noah reflected that he had had more perhaps too many intimate encounters with the male teacher (in fairness any number above zero is too many times for a boy and a teacher).
Again, Noah was acutely aware of what it meant for Mr Cooke to offer him a lift home.
"How have you been, Jonah?" Noah asked.
They weren't exactly friends – they didn't socialise or text but Noah and Jonah liked each other.
"Fine thanks. I'm starting to sweat about the exams," Jonah admitted.
Noah grinned – he was going to make a dirty joke about liking sweaty boys but he looked up and saw Mr Cooke's eyes in the rear-view mirror. The same joke had occurred to the teacher.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Noah reassured his peer. "You just need to relax."
Noah reached over and put his hand on Jonah's lap. He felt the lump become turgid and Jonah spread his legs a little so Noah could get a better grip.
"Why don't you take it out?" Mr Cooke said.
Jonah's eyes bulged – Noah loved that about him. Jonah seemed to get embarrassed and nervous but was always excited to participate and turned on by his own reticence. Noah pulled down the zip of Jonah's school trousers and opened the button. The trousers opened to reveal white briefs that were filled with a large tube of boy meat. It was big too – close to seven and a half inches. Mr Cooke had an eight-and-a-half-inch erection and Noah wondered how much bigger the teenager would get.
As the car continued to drive, Noah openly masturbated Jonah Cooke. Noah couldn't help but marvel at the risks the usually very cautious Mr Cooke was willing to take. On the other hand, the car was already driving on smaller residential streets rather than main roads and no-one on the pavement could see in.
Noah's hand worked up and down Jonah's thick shaft. The boy moaned loudly so Noah concentrated his fist on the swollen head which oozed precum – nothing like the emissions Noah produced but certainly enough to lubricate the head.
"Do not cum in my car, young man," Mr Cooke said.
The teacher didn't want jizz on the seats but he also didn't want anyone cumming too soon. He had invited Noah to his home to fuck him after all. Five minutes later and they pulled into the driveway of Casa Cooke. Jonah pulled his rod from Noah's hand and awkwardly stuffed it back in his pants and trousers. Noah's eyes fell on Jonah's school tie – different from his own as they attended different schools.
"Come in," Mr Cooke said while unlocking the front door.
"Do you invite a lot of seventeen-year-old schoolboys into your home?" Noah asked provocatively.
"Not as many as I'd like," Mr Cooke replied blandly.
"Me neither," Jonah murmured comedically.
"Noah, let's get one thing in order. You're over sixteen so you can consent to sex. If you don't want to do it, I'll take you home or drop you off wherever you want," Mr Cooke said clearly.
Noah had no intention of going home without having sex first but the teenager noted that Mr Cooke was sidestepping the thorny issue of teachers aren't supposed to fuck students. The man was right – Noah was old enough to choose to have sex. The fact that the man was a teacher was just a fucking bonus! Literally.
So many of Noah's sexual encounters were planned, staged or pre-empted so it was fun to have such a spontaneous liaison.
"I'm where I want to be," Noah replied.
"Good lad," Mr Cooke said. "Now, why don't you boys kiss?"
Jonah made the first move, placing his hands on Noah's hips and touching their lips together. It was soft and warm at first but as Jonah worked his tongue into Noah's mouth, it became frenetic and wet. Noah felt his shirt being pulled from his trousers and then hands working to unbutton his shirt.
Mr Cooke watched his son and student together, squeezing a half-hard cock as he perched on the edge of the sofa. Noah's blazer was pushed from his shoulders and soon his shirt was all the way open his tie unknotted and his entire boyish chest was on show.
"Are you ok with this?" Noah asked when his lips were free.
Jonah had moved to Noah's neck, tasting stale skin that made his dick throb again.
"With what?" Jonah asked as if he didn't know.
"We all want something here, right?" Noah replied. "Mr Cooke will probably want to see me fuck your ass again. You're going to want to suck my cock and I'm going to want to see you do stuff with your dad."
Jonah gulped, blushed and stuttered.
"We're fine with it," Mr Cooke replied on his son's behalf.
"Are you ok with this?" Noah repeated to the seventeen-year-old.
Jonah kept his eyes on Noah – grateful that Noah was so cautious and conscious of consent.
"Yes," Jonah replied.
"Yes what?" Noah asked as he pulled Jonah's tie free.
Jonah slipped his blazer off his shoulders and was left, as Noah was, in shirtsleeves – though Jonah was still buttoned to the top.
"I'm ok doing stuff with my dad while you watch," Jonah said.
Jonah was a well-trained puppy – he knew just what to say. Noah didn't go through the same rigmarole with Mr Cooke – the man had limits but Noah knew that sex with his son wasn't one of them.
"Take his clothes off," Noah said to Mr Cooke.
"Let's go to the bedroom," Mr Cooke said.
Partly this was because he was uncomfortable kissing his son or a student in the living room when someone, although unlikely, could look in. Mostly it was to prevent Noah thinking he was in control. Mr Cooke only allowed Noah to call the shots as long as he was happy with the narrative choices.
The three went upstairs and into the master bedroom where Noah took a seat in an empty chair while Mr Cooke grabbed his son by the front of the shirt. Noah's teacher slide his fingers into the shirt, one hand on each side, and then ripped it open.
Buttons flew open and the shirt itself tore open to reveal Jonah's chest. Mr Cooke tugged the shirt off his son's shoulders and knelt down. He took off Jonah's socks – an uninteresting process – and then opened his son's trousers and pulled them down to the floor.
Mr Cooke remained face to crotch with his son, who had to hop out of his trousers and was left in just his briefs. The white underwear already contained a hard cock, which Mr Cooke released without prompting from Noah. Noah had said to strip Jonah but the exact process was at Mr Cooke's discretion.
Mr Cooke stood up and pulled his phone from his pocket.
"How about a little home movie?" Mr Cooke asked rhetorically.
"No, dad. Please..." Jonah whined.
Noah had enough experience with his EMARP roleplaying to recognise a performance. Jonah, like Noah, felt genuine embarrassment and anxiety during his scenarios but he loved every moment and he knew how to feign anxiety.
Mr Cooke sat on his own bed and pointed the camera phone at Jonah. Noah was in the background, slipping off his open shirt and sitting, now barefoot, in his black school trousers. Noah's bare feet and hairless ankles joined legs that disappeared inside the trousers. Noah's hairless chest and flat tummy made him look boyish next to the robust physique of Jonah in his underpants.
"Go on, son. Take of your undies for daddy," Mr Cooke said.
Jonah blushed at the smutty dialogue and tried to hide his cock by slipping a hand inside and covering it while pushing the briefs off with his free hand. They fell to the floor and Jonah stepped out of them – he was now totally naked. Jonah was embarrassed because he was the only one who was naked – Noah was half dressed (or undressed) and his dad was recording him while fully dressed.
"Move your hands son," Mr Cooke said.
Jonah obeyed and exposed his hard-on to his father, the camera and to Noah.
"Oh, look at you," Mr Cooke cooed. "Are you a big boy?"
"Yes dad, I'm a big boy," Jonah said.
Mr Cooke laughed at his son but it was an act – Noah could hear the cock-lust in the laugh.
"Do you like being naked in front of your dad?" Noah asked.
Jonah looked at Noah like a deer in the headlights before replying.
"Yes," he replied with humiliation.
"Yes what?" Noah prompted.
"I... I like being naked in front of my dad," Jonah confessed.
Jonah's cock throbbed at the same moment and Mr Cooke put his phone down to unzip his trousers and pull out a half hard cock. Half hard was five inches. Noah stood up and walked to the bed, picking up the phone and taking over camera duties.
"Get your dad hard, Jonah," Noah said.
Jonah got onto his knees and took his dad's cock in his hand, stroking it until it was fully hard. The eight-and-a-half-inch monster took long and generous strokes to fully caress. Jonah, with his concentration on the task before him, seemed much happier now.
"Why don't you put it in your mouth?" Noah suggested.
Jonah leaned over and engulfed the head, his lips wrapping tightly around the shaft. Mr Cooke's cock was long and girthy, so Jonah's mouth had to stretch around the vast shaft. Mr Cooke reached over and took the phone from Noah's hand.
"Look at me, son," Mr Cooke said. "Good lad. Keep sucking. I didn't tell you to stop."
Jonah proceeded to suck his dad's cock while offering big, bright eyes for the camera. When he eventually had to come up for air, Mr Cooke patted Jonah's face. Then he whacked Jonah's face with his raging erection. A slimy streak besmirched Jonah's face and the boy shuffled away.
"I think you've had your fun, Noah. Now for me to have mine," Mr Cooke said.
Noah would have pointed out that the man had just had his cock sucked – he had by far had the most fun in the room but Noah was keen to participate so he said nothing.
"Take your trousers off," Mr Cooke said.
Noah unzipped and pushed the trousers down his silky legs, stepping from foot to foot to untangle himself.
"You can keep your little pants on while you suck my cock," Mr Cooke said.
Noah took Jonah's place, squeezing between Mr Cooke's legs and gripping the cock in a tight fist. Holding it upright, Noah opened his mouth and engulfed the very generous penis. Noah imagined he could taste Jonah's saliva on Mr Cooke's cock as he started slurping on the member. His head bobbed up and down and when Mr Cooke started thrusting, Noah nearly gagged.
"Oh yea. I'll be thinking about this next time you're in my classroom," Mr Cooke said.
This was hyperbole because Mr Cooke was not actually one of Noah's teachers. He was Deputy Head Teacher, Drama Teacher and organised the Drama Club after school. Noah loved the sleazy thought of the man picturing him during schooltime though. Noah pulled his head back so the penis spilled from his mouth – a wet and bulging organ that needed to rest for a moment, as did Noah's mouth.
"Do you think about a lot of teenage boys in your classrooms, sir?" Noah asked provocatively.
"No, I sit in a room with thirty sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys and think about King Lear," Mr Cooke responded.
He was still filming Noah but in front of Noah's face, the man was jerking his own enormous meat.
"He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love or a whore's oath," Noah recited.
Mr Cooke tried to assemble a barbed comment about Noah being a boy and a whore, but gave up. He handed his phone to Jonah.
"Noah, take off my shirt," Mr Cooke said.
Noah stood up and pulled out the teacher's black tie. Then Noah unbuttoned the shirt, tugged it free from the man's trousers and Mr Cooke slipped it off. Noah grinned at the shirtless teacher with an incredible physique and Mr Cooke took the opportunity to reach forward and yank Noah's briefs down. Noah's hairless penis bounced into view – flaccid and small. Noah was the only person in the room who was not hard yet.
"Look at that pathetic little dick, son," Mr Cooke said to Jonah. "Would you like me to shave you like that?"
"No! Please no," Jonah replied.
His dad just chuckled back and Noah caught a sly smile on Jonah's face – he didn't want to be shaved but he was enjoying the feigned reticence. Jonah was a rather good actor.
"Pull my trousers off for me," Mr Cooke said to Noah.
Mr Cooke leaned back in the bed and lifted his ass for Noah to pull the trousers off the man's ass and down his legs. Noah also took the opportunity to pull the teacher's underwear down – it was already under his genitals so they slipped over his ass easily and were down and off.
Mr Cooke, his son Jonah and his student Noah were now all naked.
The last time Noah had been in Mr Cooke's bedroom... It felt strange to think about having been in a teacher's bedroom more than once. Naked. Hard. With the teacher and his son who were also naked and hard.
The last time Noah had been in Mr Cooke's bedroom, Noah had been sixteen and had fucked Jonah while Mr Cooke watched. Noah wondered what Mr Cooke would want this time.
"Both of you get down here and start sucking," Mr Cooke said, taking the phone back.
Noah and Jonah sat on opposite sides of Mr Cooke's knee and worked their lips up and down the hefty shaft. They were practically kissing but with a huge meat pole in the middle. Noah kissed the head of Mr Cooke's cock and sooked on it while Jonah worked his mouth up and down the veiny shaft and licked at his dad's balls.
The boys pushed Mr Cooke's cock against his abdomen so Noah could work on running his tongue over the shaft and head, his face mashing into the taught abdomen, while Jonah stooped lower, licking and sucking the testicles. Mr Cooke filmed the two seventeen-year-olds engaged in devoted cock worship.
"One of you get up here and sit on my cock," Mr Cooke said next.
Noah was surprised that he had not been specifically invited and the prospect of watching his teacher fuck his own son was too good to pass up.
"You do it," Noah said.
"Me?!" Jonah responded sincerely.
"Yes you, Jonah. Sit on your dads cock. Now!" Noah said.
Jonah stood up and Mr Cooke reached for lube before sitting up, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Mr Cooke squeezed lubricant all over his cock and Noah reached over to rub it all in. Once Mr Cooke's cock was fully greased, Noah took the phone and pointed it at Jonah.
Jonah was fully hard as he backed up between his dad's legs and then lowered himself onto his dad's lap. Mr Cooke held his cock upright and straight touching it against Jonah's hole. Slowly, Jonah lowered himself on the static cock and his knees went weak.
Jonah was glad he was facing away while doing this. As fun and exciting as it was, he also knew it was disgusting – having sex with your own dad? Jonah could feel the man thrust up, pubes tickling his ass, and then the pole sliding back down. Jonah enjoyed anal – he was a devoted bottom – but Noah recording his dad fucking his ass was almost too much.
Jonah bounced up and down on the eight-and-a-half-inch cock. He was delighted with the sensations that were running through his body as he rode the biggest dick he'd ever taken up his ass.
Mr Cooke meanwhile was marvelling at how tight and hot his son's hole was. He put a hand on Jonah's back as the boy lifted and fell. The man could feel his cock all the way inside his son.
"Fucking hell, son... you're as tight as a virgin," Mr Cooke mocked his teenage son.
Breeding him would have been magnificent but the teacher had decided he wanted to cum inside Noah.
Noah recorded the incest for a while and then took his natural position – on his knees. He started to give Jonah a blow job while his father continued to pound his ass. Jonah had an exciting seven and a half inches of cock to offer – more than enough dick for Noah to enjoy.
"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum," Jonah warned.
"We can't have that," Mr Cooke said.
Noah agreed and took his mouth away – the throbbing erection seemed to dance desperately in the air for a moment, looking for friction to carry on its stimulation but finding none. Mr Cooke put his hand on Jonah's back, sliding it up and the pushing his son forward until he stood up. Mr Cooke had enough time to see the cock-stretched hole close up. Jonah's ass contained the precum emissions of his dad.
"Noah, get on the bed," Mr Cooke demanded.
Mr Cooke stood up beside his son – the resemblance was uncanny. Noah sat on the bed, facing Mr Cooke and lay back – he loved being in a position to see his fucker. It was especially exciting when the fuck was a taboo – like a bloody school teacher.
Mr Cooke squeezed more lube onto his cock and then lined up with Noah's sphincter. The teacher pressed forward and Noah lay back with one hand behind his head – so the man could see his hairless pit - while Mr Cooke sank his meat inside. Noah looked at the lithe, thin, sexy boy and started to push and pull. Noah recorded the moment that Mr Cooke entered him and carried on recording.
Despite Noah's comments, Mr Cooke did not think about teenage boys all day. Well, not all of them. He could easily be fired for having sex with a student but he thought about the boys old enough to consent and enjoyed dreaming of scenarios where they did.
Occasionally, he had found an excuse to look at the boys showering. Even flaccid teenagers had an appeal but Noah would always be his favourite. Perhaps because he was so sexually liberated or because he was naked all day at school.
The fact that Noah actually wanted to be fucked by a teacher was a major plus. Noah's slim and hairless body was ridiculously beautiful to look at while ploughing bare back inside the puckered hole. Noah continued to film – pointing the camera so that he could see his own body, then dick, then thighs and Mr Cooke's big dick and the masculine figure.
"What are you thinking about, Noah?" Mr Cooke asked.
"I'm thinking how much fun it would be to be naked in school, hiding under your desk while you teach a class and giving you a blowjob while you're talking," Noah replied dreamily.
"What are you thinking about, son?" Mr Cooke asked Jonah.
"I'm imagining Noah naked under your desk, sucking you while you teach a class but the class is naked too," Jonah replied.
Mr Cooke laughed at the imagination.
"What are you thinking?" Noah asked the teacher.
"I'm thinking Jonah should get his cock in your mouth to shut you up," Mr Cooke replied.
Jonah climbed onto the bed and Noah turned his head to accept the seven and a half incher into his mouth. Sucking and fucking at the same time, Noah was quite content to have two holes filled simultaneously.
"I'm imagining both of you in a packed assembly hall. You're on stage and everyone you know is in the audience. Noah is already naked because he's a pre-made slut but Jonah, you have to strip on stage while everyone watches," Mr Cooke said.
Noah could hear the teacher's pelvis connect with his ass cheeks as he pushed in as deep as he could go. Noah tried to whimper at being impaled with the massive erection but his mouth was too full and already oozing precum and saliva.
"Boys start taking pictures and you can hear your own phones ping with notifications as they post your nakedness on social media and tag you in the images," Mr Cooke narrated.
Noah was still filming the filthy tableau even though he couldn't look at the screen anymore.
"Jonah, you get on all fours while Noah fucks your ass. Everyone is surprised you're a bottom and start heckling you for it. Everyone thinks Noah is years younger than you because he's so pathetically hairless and they shout comments about you being topped by a bald boy with no pubes," Mr Cooke continued.
The man was breathless now and slowing down but he was also very close to cumming. Mr Cooke was stroking Noah's thighs, caressing them affectionately.
"You cum too soon, Jonah, and everyone laughs that you couldn't last longer..." Mr Cooke proceeded.
Well timed, Jonah burst cum into Noah's mouth. Jonah pulled back for the final spurt to slop across Noah's lips. Noah swallowed and licked the jizz from his mouth. Noah's own cock had gone untouched and he wondered if Jonah would jerk him off but just then Mr Cooke grunted and spasmed and shot a load of spunk inside Noah's ass. The teacher continued to pump Noah's petite butt before pulling out.
Noah's sphincter closed to lock the seed inside but it would start leaking soon.
"Since I hadn't cum when Jonah shot, I'm still good to go so I invite a teacher on stage," Noah took over the story.
Mr Cooke looked at Noah with surprise.
"The teacher strips naked, the boys still taking pictures and sending them to each other and all over the world and on social media..." Noah continued. "Then the schoolboys watch as the pathetic bald boy bends the teacher over..."
Noah shuffled to the edge of the bed and Mr Cooke obligingly bent over the bed while Noah stood up. Noah handed the phone to Jonah who recorded everything as Noah got behind Mr Cooke. Noah lined up his leaking, throbbing cock which was so messy that he didn't even need lube.
He pressed his dick until it slipped inside the man and Noah was delighted as he started to fuck the Drama teacher. It was the ultimate fantasy turned into reality – fucking a hot teacher. Noah thrust and ploughed while his balls swung and patted against Mr Cooke's thighs.
"The students watching start shouting about how Mr Cooke's legs are open for business," Noah said behind the man's back. "And they are stunned to see your massive cock."
While Jonah filmed, he also sneaked behind Noah and pushed a finger inside. Jonah's finger found a mushy mess of prostatic juices and his dad's jizz.
"You're surprised when two queues of Sixth Formers start to form. One line for boys who want to fuck you and another for the boys who want to ride your cock," Noah concluded. "How many cocks can Mr Cooke take?"
Noah returned the favour Mr Cooke had given him earlier – cumming inside the man and pumping until the shots of spunk subsided. When Noah pulled out, Mr Cooke could feel the boy cum dribbling down his legs.
"You should clean that up," Noah told Jonah.
Noah took the phone back to record the final disgusting sex act – a seventeen-year-old boy eating another seventeen-year-old boy's cum out of his own dad's ass. Jonah eagerly put his lips, tongue and whole mouth into the rimming clear up.
"Get your tongue right in there son," Mr Cooke said.
When it was finally over, Mr Cooke turned and put out his hand for his phone. Noah didn't know if the man would keep the recording or not – it did include sex acts with Jonah after all – but he was excited not knowing. The uncertainly added something of an EMARP-like conclusion to the afternoon.
"I need to go now," Noah said.
Noah gathered his clothes and started to dress; Mr Cooke pulled on comfy jeans and a t-shirt and Jonah left the room to get his own clothes on.
"This was... unexpected," Noah confided to the teacher.
"Despite what you might think, I don't actually plan how to have sex with you every day. Today just happened," Mr Cooke said.
"It was happily unexpected," Noah clarified.
"Yes," the teacher chuckled.
Noah checked his phone – still no reply from Matty.
"I really do need to go," Noah insisted.
"Jonah will walk with you," the teacher said.
Jonah was dressed in shorts and t-shirt so his nice legs were still on show. It was still sunny but too cool to be considered warm. Never the less, Noah walked in just his shirtsleeves; his blazer was stuffed into his schoolbag and his shirt was untucked.
"Take your t-shirt off," Noah said.
"What?" Jonah chuckled.
"Take your t-shirt off," Noah repeated.
He wanted to see if the lad would do it and was delighted when he did. The attractive young man with a killer body walked down the street in just his shorts. In summertime, it wouldn't have been unusual but on a tepid April afternoon, cool enough to make Jonah's nipples hard, it was curiously out of place.
Noah wanted to ask Jonah to take his shorts off too but knew the lad wouldn't and the refusal would only be disappointing. Noah was content with his own memory of being totally naked on a street and being caught by schoolboys... it was a wonderful memory and the memory of Jonah half naked would be a good memory too.
Finally, Noah had to ask the obvious question.
"So, who's a better fucker, me or your dad?" Noah asked.
Jonah just laughed but refused to answer.
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My stories so far:
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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