The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Twenty-Two: The End Doesn't Start Here

The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblances to real people, real places or real events is coincidental.

Most boys would come to wonder the hell they were standing in their school cafeteria wearing only a pair of Speedo's, and those pooled around one's ankles – but not Martin. If anyone were capable of being in the cafeteria on the last day of school with Speedo's pooled around his ankles and everyone waiting for him to remove his hands from his cock and balls, it would be Martin. If anyone were capable of being solicited for a starring role that specifically required total nudity, it was Martin McGuigan. It had been a long road getting to that moment in the cafeteria and it would be an equally long road and eventful road from there.

So, just how did the last day at the Earl of Lennox Boys School start?

Martin was finishing eating his second bowl of cornflakes so fast that his mother thought he must have inhaled it. She looked at him, mute and with raised eyebrows, as he drank the milk from the bottom of the bowl before he finally looked up.

"I was hungry," he explained.

"I could see that," she replied and returned to her own breakfast of coffee with extra coffee.

"Ok, kiddo? Last day of school. You know if you don't come back with your uniform in disarray, you haven't done it right?" asked his dad.

Martin made a noise of agreement but had little to add, he was distracted you see.

"I don't know if this is a good time or not..." Martin told his mum and dad.

They looked at him and although they did not know what this non-sequitur was a prelude to, they were ready to support him no matter what – as they always had.

Mum stepped up; "Anytime is a good time, honey. What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm... Well, I've kinda applied for a cultural programme. A gap year... or years, maybe. I don't know how long yet."

"Are you running away from home, son? Because you know you're not meant to tell us?" his dad joked but Martin could hear the hurt and fear in his voice.

Hurt that Martin would want to leave home. Fear that he might not come back.

"I think I want to travel before I go to university. If I go to university, I mean," Martin told them.

He had not been sure how to tell his parents any of this because: 1) he was worried they had an expectation he would definitely go to university. True, he was expecting to get good Higher results in the upcoming exams - and already had four Highers from fifth year - but he wasn't really sure he wanted to continue studding. 2) He worried, as his dad's voice had confirmed it would, that it sounded an awful lot like their only son really was running away from home.

Martin wondered himself if he was doing just that: running away after the ups and downs, trials and tribulations, discoveries and exposures of the last nine months.

Martin didn't know how other teenagers felt as the bigger world loomed and school was coming to an end but Martin felt like he had lived for a long, long time. Robert Southey wrote; the first twenty are the longest half of your life and they take up more room in our memory than all the years that succeed them.

Martin wanted to tell his mum and dad this but didn't think they would understand.

Instead Martin told them; "I want to go out and do something with my life before I settle down and do something with my life," then, to pacify them he added; "You never know, maybe starving people in Africa won't want me."

His mum smiled but didn't believe him; "Son, I'm happy for you. We're happy for you. It's your life... just remember this is the place where, when you need a place to go..."

"You have to take me," Martin finished.

This house would always be his home.

"I won't know for a few weeks yet," he added.

His dad had been awfully quiet, more overtly saddened by the thought of Martin flying the nest than his mother was. Or than she outwardly showed, at least. Eventually his dad offered him a lift to school. During the journey they talked about anything but the possibility of Martin's leaving.

The last day at the Lennox Boys School began in earnest with a special assembly for the sixth year pupils. Martin had hoped to meet Connor et al before the assembly but was still thinking about the conversation with parents. He was too distracted to realise he had sat in the first seat he came to and Connor and his cohorts were on the other side of the room. Sitting in the hall, their head teacher made a speech none of them really wanted to hear.

School assemblies were always a little tedious but no-one seemed to mind much just this once.

"I'm sure you're all sick of listening to me," their head teacher said self-deprecatingly and perhaps hoping someone would disagree except no-one did. "So I'm going to had you over to Mr Jones. Like all of you, he is moving on to different pastures so he's the perfect man to bit all of you adieu."

Connor was the first to notice their head teacher had said different pastures rather than greener pastures. Rhys Jones was a good teacher but Connor never really took to him; the man seemed like a shrewd manipulator. He was a smooth talker though and would at least provide a better closing speech than their esteemed head teacher.

"I'm certain Mr Jones has prepared you all for your History exams," their head teacher said - even his introduction to the next speaker was taking forever. "I can think of no-one more apt therefore to brief you all on moving onward and upwards... Mr Jones?"

There was a spate of clapping as the man in his twenties stepped forwards. The poplar teacher was greeted with applause. Whether the clapping was in appreciation for the head teacher's final words to them or the introduction to Mr Jones was unclear.

Sean clapped politely but could see from Connor's face that they shared misgivings about him - they thought he was charming, sinister and a bit of a spiv - they wouldn't trust him as far as they could throw him.

"He's an A-hole but not one hundred percent a dick," Connor whispered.

"I don't think anyone is one hundred percent a dick," Sean replied.

The two friends giggled until they were "shhhh'd" by a teacher.

"Well, I'll not talk too long because I know your all keen to get to class," he laughed to let everyone know he was being facetious and the boys joined in. "You are all reaching the end of your time at this school, as I am, but it's not just an end but a beginning..."

Oh good, the man was going for charming today.

"...The beginning of your exams, the beginning of university, the beginning of a career... the beginning of a new job. History is all about beginnings, all about change, all about endings. I hope you don't lament the changes that are coming, but celebrate it. Remember that today is not the end. The end doesn't start here..."

The hall took a few minutes to empty as several dozen boys pushed out through the doors and headed for class, to go outside for a sneaky cig or just to skive in the rotunda before class. Martin went in search of his friends after the assembly broke up. He found Kazuo, Connor, Sean and Matt in the rotunda as the boys milled about before their first class of the day. As usual, Martin felt like he was walking into the middle of a conversation. He usually was.

"No, we think it's great," Matt said with doubt in his voice.

"I've always wondered what it would look like in alabaster," Sean enthused.

"What are you talking about?" asked Martin.

"Kazuo's penis," Connor replied conversationally.

"Oh," Martin answered.

"I'm helping out a friend," Kazuo said carefully; "He's starting a sculpture and needs to create a cast of a male appendage."

Sean sniggered at the description; "Is that how Yoshi sold it to you?"

Kazuo glared then is eyes softened and he admitted; "Pretty much, yea."

"Basically it involves a nice boy Kazuo knows smearing his cock with wet plaster to create a mould," Connor said.

"Hands on experience, is it?" Martin asked; he was struck occasionally by how blasé they all were about nudity and sex.

"Pretty much, yea," admitted Kazuo.

"Can I watch?" enquired Martin flirtatiously.

Kazuo caught a green eyed look from Sean in the corner of his eye.

"Pretty much, no," Kazuo answered.

An hour later and Kazuo was in an empty art room. First period had passed and he and Yoshi both had a free period before the first break of the day. The art room was expected to be empty until the next bell in just under an hour. Kazuo dumped his bag on a chair and waited only a few minutes before Yoshi arrived. Yoshi was a lanky black haired seventeen year old, with black framed glasses that would do Clark Kent proud as a disguise; his dark brown eyes were beautiful and Kazuo rather liked the boy whose Scottish father had met his Japanese mother when working abroad.

Yoshi was gay, hence the comfort with the prospect of man-handling another man's penis, but recently single. Kazuo might have been tempted to flirt - well he was always flirting but to seriously flirt in the sense of courting Yoshi - if Yoshi had not just broken up with his boyfriend (Glen). Kazuo rather suspected the boyfriend was the original intended model and the relationship might yet be salvaged. Still, Kazuo got to have his cock pulled today and that would be nice.

"Hi, Kaz," Yoshi said as he arrived.

"Hi."

"Thanks for agreeing to do this. I've got a bum and thighs already sculpted but need to get the genitals started soon or it'll never be finished in time," Yoshi reiterated.

He had already told Kazuo that the sculpture was of a bum, thighs and penis; part of a submission for an art portfolio. Yoshi had already been accepted to the Glasgow College of Art and Design, but this sculpture was something he had invested too much time in to abandon.

"I'll need to do a bit of work matching up your bits to the part I've already completed but you're a similar build so..."

Kazuo just nodded agreeably.

"So, you'll need to... you know," Yoshi said shyly.

"Right," Kazuo answered and started to strip.

Yoshi had not been expecting Kazuo to take off everything but in a matter of minutes he was totally naked and Yoshi was slack jawed.

"What? I don't want my uniform covered in stuff, do I?"

"Eh, yea. I mean, no. Ok," Yoshi answered.

Yoshi had explained that he would use moulding powder that dissolved in water to become a paste that hardened, when Kazuo pulled his erection out Yoshi would later fill the mould to complete his sculpture. Yoshi handed Kazuo a condom to wear to protect his manhood.

"I might not create an erect replica," Yoshi explained - he wasn't sure his teacher would be allowed to have a hard cock on his sculpture. "I've been toying with a softer mixture, more like rubber, which would make for less of a raging hard-on look to my sculpture and more of a..."

Yoshi wasn't sure how to finish so Kazuo helped: "Big floppy donkey dick."

Yoshi laughed. "If you put that on, we can get started," Yoshi said.

Yoshi had thought of Kazuo as his replacement for several reasons: he was attractive, he shaved and his skin was therefore smooth and the moulding paste wouldn't felt stuck in his pubes; finally, he was agreeable. Kazuo knew as well as Yoshi did that there were easier ways to make the mould than to apply it directly to an erect penis; you only have to search the internet for `making a mould of a penis' to know that. But this way was more fun.

Yoshi was very impressed with Kazuo's physique but even looking at his naked body as he began to wank, Yoshi missed his ex-boyfriend. Kazuo rolled the condom over his penis with expert practice and pulled the end of it over his balls to protect them from the moulding paste. Kazuo had watched Martin with delight each time he had exposed himself and enjoyed the regaling of similar episodes related by others who had found themselves in preposterous situations. From the seduction of straight boys or having sex in a shopping centre, stripping in a shop window or being stripped while out running; they had all fired Kazuo's imagination.

While Kazuo had day dreamed, Yoshi had added powder to water and with a soft cough brought back his attention.

Yoshi snapped on rubber gloves; "You ready?"

"Mould away," Kazuo said as he took his own hands off his cock.

It was a respectable size with a bell end that almost popped as Yoshi's hand slid over it. The knob was tight beneath the condom and even the contours of the veins that ran the length of the cock would be picked up by the mould. Yoshi let go several times to load his hands with more moulding paste until Kazuo's cock was heavy with the stuff – which was already drying around Kazuo's dick.

Kazuo smiled at himself – the vision of what he must look like, stark naked in the middle of the art room with a giant bob of stuff exploding out of his groin. He envisioned what it would take to get the thing off him if he couldn't get his dick out of the mould... would they need to call emergency services? A sexy fireman with a chisel and a steady hand? He needn't have worried though. His penis softened inside the hardening plaster and slowly the mould slipped free.

It was as the mould came away and Kazuo removed the condom with a tug, which his cock enjoyed enough to throb and engorge again, that the art room door opened.

The two boys about to enter were a cute couple by the names of Simon and Nathanial.

"Golly."

"Penis."

"I noticed that too."

"Golly."

They laughed at each other as if sharing a private joke.

"Eh, guys? In or out but close the door, please," said Kazuo who was making an attempt at covering up and blushing his brown skin red.

"We'll leave you to it," said Simon.

The boys giggled again and Kazuo felt no animosity to being caught by them; they were a year younger than him but they had been a couple for four years already and were universally accepted as "the sweetest couple ever."

With the door closed, Yoshi was faced with Kazuo's still hard cock but he was now reluctant to play with it. The mould was setting in his hand and he would very soon be able to pour a second substance into it to make the phallic resemblance of Kazuo's erection; the decision was made for him as Kazuo pulled on his underwear and then continued to dress.

"Thanks for helping me," Yoshi said.

"No problem, I'd say any time but I don't want to set a precedent," Kazuo replied.

Yoshi laughed at that and Kazuo couldn't help but imagine Yoshi's cock; the moment passed and he was reminded that Yoshi had just broken up with someone and that someone seemed to cast a shadow over Yoshi. He refused to depart, much like a fart in a lift.

"Call me if you wanna hang out some time," Yoshi said as an off-hand friendly remark.

Kazuo smiled in return; "Yea, sure. If my maths homework requires a bum hole, you'll be the first person I call," he answered...

Today was a lazy day.

The pupils couldn't be bothered and neither could the teachers. For many this was the last ever day of school. Most school leavers were at the end of their sixth year of high school. Schools like the Earl of Lennox Boys School seldom if ever had fourth or fifth year pupils leaving - their parents did not pay the kind of fees that the Earl of Lennox Boys School charged to have them drop out.

Thus most of the school leavers - whether excited or subdued by the impending future - were seventeen year old boys who would head off to University after the summer. Or indulge in a gap year to travel around the world.

It was boys like Martin, Connor, Sean, Kazuo and Matt whose attitude was most variable; some of the seventeen year olds checking out of school today were high as kites and others so low and blue, they were guaranteed to cry by the end of the day.

Although this was the last day of school, the last learning day, there was still a month of exams ahead for many of the pupils, particularly fourth to sixth years. The sixth year class in particular had the impetus to do well so they could go to University or get a job, and also avoid disappointing their parents.

But it was the last day of school. It was a lazy day. People couldn't be faffed making the effort.

There was a tradition that on this last day of school, the younger pupils were taken out on trips and visits: museums, theatres, and sports days somewhere. Supposedly it gave the remaining pupils and teachers the strong focus to settle any final problems, have serious discussions about exams. It gave those who remained in the school that day a real sense, blah blah blah. Really, it gave those school leavers a true sense of an ending.

Also they got to play hangman on the boards.

The bell rang to signal the beginning of the morning break; fifteen minute of peace and quiet, sun and chatting before the next lesson of the day. The corridors were half empty due to have the school being out of the building. Martin, Connor, Kazuo, Sean and Matt had all agreed to meet on the grass on the west side of the school, where they could laze in the direct sunlight and risk a nice carcinoma. It was only mid morning and their uniforms were already in varying degrees of disarray: eschew ties and shirt buttons undone, blazers open or discarded completely, shirt's untucked or shirt sleeves rolled up. There was hardly a complete uniform between the five of them. They each sat on the grass or laid back on it, surrounded by the sounds of excited lads whose day was marching towards a knell that would invite them to heaven.

Kazuo was telling them about his naked experience in the art room and Martin felt his dick twitch at the thought of the exposure, wishing – perversely – that it had been him. Without even thinking, Martin had undone his tie and opened several buttons of his shirt while listening to the story. It took several more seconds to realise Kazuo had stopped talking.

Martin opened his eyes and had to squint because of the sun but the others were all looking at him; his shirt half open to reveal his toned chest and his crotch bulging perceptibly. His cock was straining within his black school trousers.

"You don't have to stop there Martin, if you want to show off any more skin," Sean encouraged.

Martin sat up and smiled broadly – there was several dozen boys scattered around the grass and all the way over to the school. Inside the school, where it was cooler, there would be still hundreds more guys; Martin knew the risks of showing off a bit more.

"You think I won't?" challenged Martin.

"I think you won't," Connor replied and his tone was so level it was impossible to tell if he was being facetious or not.

Martin looked around one more time, there was no-one within a dozen metres so he unbuttoned the shirt all the way and pulled it off. Sitting shirtless on the school grass with the sun splitting the sky, Martin could imagine he was sunbathing in the park. He pulled off his shoes and socks too and felt the green grass beneath his bare feet.

He lay back and the conversation between the boys restarted with Martin adding very little to the proceedings.

"The drama class are really excited about it," said Matt; "I think John Davies fancies himself as the next big thing. T.V., movies, stage."

"He's practically stalking the director who's here," Connor said.

"Director?" asked Martin without opening his eyes.

"Haven't you been paying attention?" Matt asked irritably.

Actually no - but Martin didn't want to be cheeky.

"There's some local here making a short film and is scouting for extras. Why's John stalking the director? It's a short film for crying out loud, not the next James Bond movie," pointed out Connor.

"Nah, John says he'd rather be Ethan Hunt or Jason Bourne. Mitchell Mc Mann wants to be double-oh-seven," corrected Sean.

"I wouldn't mind seeing his double-oh..." Kazuo started to say but was cut off with the addition of "Ouch!"

Someone, probably Connor, had thumped Kazuo's arm. After Mitchell had stripped Connor and left him barefoot and naked and miles from home, Mitchell had been an off-topic.

To change the subject, Sean reached over and started to undo Martin's trousers.

Martin opened his eyes and asked the obvious question; "What are you doing?"

"I thought you were going to show off more skin?" Sean said innocently; "You don't want to be tanned on top and pale from the waist down, do you?"

Martin shrugged and lifted his bum enough for Sean to pull the trousers down his thighs and calves before slipping off his bare feet. Sean's touch caressed Martin's legs as the trousers descended and caused the bulge in Martin's briefs to grow. Martin sat soaking up the sun and knew time was ticking towards the bell that would signal the end of the break time and the beginning of their next classes.

But Martin was feeling bold – the feel of summer sun and the sounds of not-too distant boys called out to time. Martin put his hands on his hips and pushed down his briefs; lifting his legs towards him, he slipped the underwear off and set them aside without even looking to see who else might be around.

Martin was outside on the grass of the school totally naked.

Martin lay back with his hands behind his head while the others fell mostly silent; even when Martin opened his eyes again, he could not see his friends as his vision blurred and blossomed with light from the sun above him.

The voices of Kazuo, Matt, Sean and Connor became more distant and Martin felt lulled by the gentle breeze of their friendly chatter. Martin's semi-erection subsided, his flaccid penis flopping across his hip, and he relaxed into a sleepy, peaceful doze.

He stirred due to a gentle bump to his right side. Turning his head, and shielding his eyes with his hand, he could see a football just next to him and someone running up to retrieve it. In a panic, Martin sat up and looked around – his eyes were normalising again and it took no time at all to realise his clothes and shoes were gone and so were his companions.

A moment later a boy from his English class was standing over him and picking up the football and looking agog at the bare naked Martin below him.

The only consolation was that, with the younger year groups out of the school of the day, the boys who remained were all his own age give or take a year. Fifteen to seventeen year olds were one thing but even Martin would die of shame to be caught by an eleven year old.

"Hi Raymond."

"Hi Martin."

"Err... do you have a spare pair of... anything?" Martin asked although he still didn't cover up.

"Not really. But I didn't know you were going to need it," Raymond teased.

Martin recalled being caught naked by him once before – at the Symposium on E.J.'s birthday. Seemed like a long time ago and Raymond seemed less dumb-struck this time.

"You seem to like getting naked at school, Martin. Last time you were beating off in a classroom, I was watching from outside," said Raymond evenly so it was hard to tell whether he approved or not.

Martin's gaydar was assisted by the fact boys and men came on to him so when he was left to his own devices, his compass told him nothing.

Martin recalled the day that Raymond was talking about. Back in December: the classroom full of his peers seeming him naked, erect and cumming was bad enough; discovering Mitchell, John, Raymond (apparently) and others had seen him from outside had made things even more mortifying.

The bell rang to signal the end of the break.

"Well, I better get going. Have a good day Martin," said Raymond as he ran off with the football under his arm.

Martin wished Raymond had left the ball for him to cover his balls with but instead he was left alone, still naked, a few minutes trek from the nearest entrance to the school. Between here and there was all wide open, unobstructed space - so that anyone might see him. He wasn't sure how to articulate his feelings.

"Oh, bollocks!"

Martin remained sitting up with his long legs stretching in front of him and his upper body supported by an arm extended behind him. He could see curious looks thrown in his direction by boys in the distance who were unsure they were seeing what they thought they were seeing and convincing themselves he must be wearing something. I mean, what kind of lunatic would be sitting naked on the grass of the school grounds?

Martin waited for everyone to head inside before standing up and checking his arse for grass stains. He looked towards the school and knew there was nothing else for it except to run. He sprinted for the nearest entrance he could find, the one that came in at the far end of the social science block – ironically where he has stripped naked last time. He had to slow down to a power walk as he stepped of the grass and onto concrete. When he got inside the door, he was breathing hard; when he heard voices approach, he darted back outside.

Outside, three boys who were either skipping a class or didn't have one to go to were coming his way. They hadn't seen him yet, but they would. He had no choice but to go back inside and risk the voices he had heard coming - they might see him, the boys who were approaching definitely would. The moment Martin opened the door he found Kazuo and Sean smiling at him.

"Hi, fancy seeing you here," said Sean

"Put these on," said Kazuo.

From Kazuo's hand Martin received a pair of grey Speedo's that was very neat around the delicates. But it was something at least. His arse bulged out the back and Martin could see his crack - even a semi-erection in the tiny swimsuit would push the front into indecency. As it was wisps of pubic hair were peeking out.

As the three boys Martin had seen outside entered behind him, so to speak, they let out a call of surprise to find him so scantily clad.

"It really was good of you to offer to gather funds to support the swim teams' charity," said Sean, shaking a bucket that was ready to receive spare change.

"Especially since you were never even on the swim team," Kazuo added helpfully.

"Huh?" the naive Martin responded...

Connor felt his phone vibrate and checked the message from Tom:

[Ephraim, I'm running late. Don't let me keep u, get started without me ;) ]

Only Tom ever called Connor by his actual first name of Ephraim.

He smiled at the message and was very tempted to follow the advice. He was in the deserted changing room which was quieter than usual thanks to the younger classes being whisked off elsewhere. Classrooms lay empty, and changing rooms, and halls were busy only during the change brought on by the bell; walls remained un-leaned-against and the rotunda was all but abandoned even at break time thanks to the smashing weather outside.

Although Ephraim and Tom had been dating for six months, he still had eyes and seeing Martin totally naked like that had been a bit of a thrill. Which was why he was now in the changing room and waiting for Tom – actually they had always planned on an impromptu liaison but seeing Martin naked outside prompted Ephraim to consider taking his own risks. He figured it was the last day of school and he ought to live a little.

After all, that was why he had asked Tom to come to the school today: fool around with him while he was still in uniform, maybe have sex on a teacher's desk. Ephraim was hot from the summer sun, the cooling sweat turning stale in the refreshing chill of the changing room. Since Tom was running late, he figured there was one way he could freshen up and cool down. Thus, Ephraim took off his blazer and proceeded to strip off his shirt and tie, shoes and socks, trousers and underwear. With reckless abandon, Ephraim left his clothes where they had landed and headed for a shower.

The water was on the tepid side of warm but pleasant given the unseasonable heat of the day. Ephraim stood under the needles of water until he heard noise from the changing room and went expecting to find Tom.

Instead, he saw a retreating figure exit the changing room and banging the door closed. Which was weird. Then he noticed his clothes were missing. Then he heard the door that led back to the link corridor that connected to the school lock from outside.

Which meant he was trapped. And also naked.

Ephraim looked around for anything belonging to him but it had all been lifted. There were no clothes or towels on any of the benches or hooks around the room. The lockers in which pupils stowed their gear were all closed and locked or else open and empty.

Except one.

Inside a locker with a broken lock Ephraim found a towel that did not smell as foosty as he expected it too. It was of a blue and navy tartanesque design but relatively small. It only just wrapped around his waist, opening with a slit at his hip and short too so that his bum and balls were only just hidden. He might be able to persuade a stupid person that it was a kilt... maybe.

With nowhere else to go, Ephraim headed for the door that led into the first gym hall. It was strange to be in it when it was empty; the wall bars that lined the room occasionally retained discarded t-shirts but no such luck today. Ephraim's bare feet pattered along the wooden floor as he headed for the opposite corner from where he had entered. In the corner were double doors - one side was already ajar while the other was closed - that led into the equipment store room. Footballs, hockey sticks, basket balls, cones, a vaulting horse, parallel bars, gym mats...

The door in the corner of the store room was also ajar - as Ephraim hoped it would be – he had left it as such so that Tom could make a discreet entrance. Ephraim stepped outside and looked around for his pranksters, who were conspicuous by their absence, or his lover, who evidently was still running late.

Ephraim had to hold the corners of the tartan towel together at his hip to keep it in place but it still split below his hand to expose his bare thigh, though one of the few advantages of shaving everything below his neck was that no-one would know just how low he was holding the towel. The top edge was just above the root of his cock which, in the warm weather, was hanging long and low and threatening to peek out the bottom of the towel.

He was unlucky just then that a group of three fifth year boys turned the corner; deep in conversation and lighting up cigarettes, it took a moment for them to look up and register the nearly-naked older boy.

Ephraim wasn't sure of the names of the sixteen year old boys but he knew they were a year below him in the school and he could see they were delighted with their find.

One of them wolf-whistled.

One of them laughed.

One of them drooled.

They all stepped closer as if to test that Ephraim wasn't a mirage.

"You're Connor, right?" said one of them at last.

He nodded.

"I've seen you at swimming competitions, you're great," he enthused.

"Are you wearing your Speedo's just now?" asked his friend.

"Err..." Ephraim replied. He was still thinking about the dirty things he wanted to do with Tom that he hadn't anticipated meting anyone else; "I've kinda been pranked. I'm not wearing anything."

The three boys looked like they were going to drop. Ephraim wasn't even sure if they were all, or even any of them, were gay. Were they agog because they thought he was hot or because there is something intrinsically fascinating about nudity?

"Let's see then," said one of them.

"I'd rather not," Ephraim replied.

"Do you shave all over? Whenever I've seen you I've wondered `cause it looks like there isn't even stubble there," another of the younger lads said.

Ephraim decided to throw caution to the wind. He lifted the bottom of the towel and showed them his hairless balls.

"Oh, c'mon. If you're gonna show your bits, show us properly."

Ephraim looked around and saw no-one so dropped the towel to his feet and exposed it all.

The three boys fell silent - they took in the sight of a boy a year older than them who was completely bereft of hair – none above his dick or on his balls, none on his thighs or anywhere on his legs.

"Any under your arms?" asked one of the boys.

Ephraim put his hands behind his head to show his pits and hoped Tom didn't walk around the corner and get the wrong idea.

"Turn around, then. You might have a hairy back," one of the boys joked.

"Or a hairy crack," his pal chipped in.

As he turned his back, he bent forward just slightly to show his arse was also hairless but before he could turn back one of the lads had stooped forward and snatched the towel. Ephraim turned and covered himself with his hands.

"Give it back, that's not cool," Ephraim told them.

He opened his mouth as if about to say something but instead told his friends to "run."

Ephraim was too stunned and naked and barefoot to give chase. He watched the three uniformed boys sprint off leaving him naked. Then, at the corner of the gym, they skidded to a stop and a distant figure took the towel from them. They looked unhappy about their fun being spoiled but they had enjoyed themselves anyway so they took the defeat well.

It was Tom who strolled casually towards his lover, twirling the towel in the air as he approached. He was wearing a t-shirt that showed off his skinny and unsculpted physique and faded denim shorts with turned up hems that emphasised his thin fair-skinned legs.

"Do you even want this back, dear?" Tom asked.

"Very funny."

"If you're done exposing yourself to the locals I thought I might suck your dick," Tom said.

"Ok, agreed Ephraim.

Ephraim led Tom back inside the store room and then back into the gym hall. Tom had not given Ephraim the towel back and when they reached the bars along the wall of the gym hall, it was tossed on the floor.

"I've missed you," Tom said as his hand found Ephraim's balls.

"Mmm."

Tom's hands brought Ephraim to full attention in minutes.

"Have you been stocking up or do I need to edge you?" Tom asked.

"I could cum a dozen times," Ephraim replied; "Once in the mouth just now would be just lovely."

"You say the sweetest things," Tom jested.

In response, Ephraim leaned back against the bars and stretched his arms up to grip the highest one he could reach, again exposing his armpits and then pushing out his groin for Tom to attend to. Tom dropped to his knees and gripped his lover's cock; easing back the foreskin so he could lick the sensitive underside of the glans, then Tom licked all around the cock head.

Ephraim moaned and thrusted forward, poking Tom's face with his hard-on. Tom opened his mouth and took it inside, sucking and lubricating it with saliva until it was slick and gliding in and out with ease.

Tom had been looking forward to today – after half a year together, Ephraim was about to join the big bad world. Not that he was not already a mature young adult – since their conversation about relationships on Halloween, when their partnership had begun, Ephraim had proved himself to be dedicated and monogamous. He was a mature young man and his desire to fuck in school notwithstanding, Ephraim had shown great common sense and maturity.

Tom paid more attention to Ephraim's shaft as he slid it deep into his mouth. Looking up into his lovers eyes, Tom was almost as excited as Ephraim clearly was. Fooling around in Ephraim's posh school was kind of exciting – boys in uniform was a bit of a cliché and a taboo, but Tom was only a few years older than Ephraim and they had already played school in the bedroom more than once. Tom had even tried on the uniform a few times and they had enjoyed using rulers against buttocks once or twice too.

Ephraim grunted as he neared his orgasm and Tom flicked his tongue across the eye of Ephraim's cock before repeatedly licking the underside of the head until the dick juice burst out and Tom put out his tongue to catch it. After a few spurts, Tom took the dick in his mouth again and sucked the last of it out of the waning erection.

Ephraim was shiny with sweat again and had dribbles of cum on his bare feet and just above his cock; if he had pubes they would be sticky with the stuff by now. Given how mangy he was starting to feel, Ephraim suggested he took a shower.

Then he suggested Tom join him in the shower.

"No way! I've seen what happens when boys from your school get naked. Besides I'm an older man in a school, unauthorised... let's be honest, I'm already pushing it," Tom answered.

They were back in the changing room and Ephraim was contemplating the next problem.

"Right, well, while I shower why don't you push off into the second gym hall and see if you can get my clothes back," Ephraim suggested.

"Do you have a marauders map to help me?" Tom asked.

Ephraim laughed and pointed back to the door that led to the first gym hall; "Out there but instead of going right, which is where we came from and leads back outside, go left. There's big double doors that lead into another gym hall..."

"Your school has two enormous gym halls? How expensive is this place?" Tom asked.

Ephraim ignored him; "Halfway down on the left, there's another door which will lead you into the changing room attached to that gym. Go out the door next to the showers and go left into the corridor. The last door on your left is this one here," Ephraim put a thumb over his shoulder. "They locked it when they stole my stuff. Also, if you find my stuff..."

"What's it worth to you?" Tom asked provocatively.

"I'll do that thing you like," Ephraim answered while simultaneously hoping he was right in his guess that his clothes had been left close by for him to find. Or to be found by his proxy.

Tom smiled broadly and sloped off to wind his way back, hopefully with Ephraim's clothes. Apart from anything else, Tom would enjoy stripping his uniformed lover again later. Taking his clothes off was an art of seduction, a tease, foreplay. Tom heard the shower come on and knew it would be off by the time he returned; after all Ephraim would need time to drip-dry given the smallness of the tartan towel...

Martin had spent nearly an hour and a half wandering the School in his Speedo's, justifying that he was collecting money for a swimathon that the schools swim team was taking part in to raise money for Marie Curie. He had been given flip flops too to put on his feet, which he was particularly glad about as he entered the toilets to relieve himself. The floor was clean enough to eat off of - it was a well-to-do school after all - but one wouldn't recommend it. Martin always had concerns about public toilets – the fear that you might get pregnant just by using the urinal. Martin was just zipping up, so to speak, when Sean came in.

"Fancy seeing you here," said Sean.

Martin gave him a doubtful look – Sean had somehow known quite nicely where he would be. Martin hefted his dick back into the Speedo and asked the obvious question.

"Any chance I could get some clothes back?" asked Martin.

"I was hoping you'd help me take off mine," Sean answered.

Sean's heart quickened every time he saw Martin undressed, or imagined Martin undressed as he was also apt to do. He doubted his friends believed him when he claimed he was over Martin - Kazuo certainly didn't. Over him or not, Sean still fancied Martin and wanted to be with him; it wasn't anything as complicated or reciprocal as love, though if Martin had felt differently maybe that would have come in time.

What Sean had with Martin was a friend to mess around with as he and Kazuo still did occasionally - as Connor used to before he started dating Tom. It meant more to Sean than it did to Martin, but that was his problem, not Martin's. He was setting himself up for more heartache of course, but that was also his problem, not Martin's.

"Come on," Martin said, throwing caution to the wind.

Martin walked into one of the toilet cubicles and pushed his Speedo's down to his knees; Sean checked out the view for a few seconds before joining him in the cubicle. It was not exactly spacious, but certainly big enough for the two of them; Martin leaned in and kissed Sean's lips and in return Sean explored Martin's mouth with his tongue.

Martin was enjoying an uncomplicated friendship with the benefits of sex; it seemed Sean was over the hurt he had felt when he discovered Martin did not want to be his boyfriend and Martin was pleased they had moved on so amicably. Amicably enough to kiss and grope in the school toilets at least.

Sean pulled at his tie and shirt buttons while Martin fumbled with Sean's belt and the button of his trousers. Very quickly Sean was shirtless and his trousers and underwear were around his ankles.

Martin squatted in front of him and kissed the rising erection then pulled the laces of Sean's shoes so they could come off.

Lunch was early today to accommodate a staff lunch, but they still had fifteen or twenty minutes before that, plenty of time to fool around. Sean was now naked while Martin retained his Speedo's - albeit around his knees - with his own thick cock engorging appreciably. Martin licked Sean's cock and then lifted it to lap at his testicles, sucking them into his mouth one at a time.

Martin then took Sean's dick in his mouth and started giving a blow job that Sean had been hoping for. Sean had to concentrate hard to stop himself from ejaculating too early so he breathed deeply and contracted his abdominal muscles, ripping the six pack. He also contracted and relaxed his gluteal muscles but it was harder and harder to resist cumming in Martin's mouth.

Sean reached down and stroked a finger along the underside of Martin's chin - when he looked up Sean beckoned him with his eyes. Martin stood up and they kissed again. Sean could not help but wonder if Martin's heart had quickened too, if perhaps Martin was as excited and filled with desire as he was.

Sean's hard cock was pressed tightly against Martin's. Their chests and abdomens pressed close so they each felt the other's heat and Sean slid his leg against Martin's, caressing it tenderly.

Suddenly, the pile of Sean's clothes on the floor were scooped into the next cubicle.

Sean and Martin were too stunned to react immediately; the just looked at the floor as if it would reveal the reason for the occurrence. Both boys could hear hoots of laughter and when Sean peeked around the door he saw Mitchell.

"Don't let me interrupt," Mitchell said gleefully.

"Ok, you had your fun. Give me back my clothes," Sean pleaded.

"Nah," replied Mitchell before running out the toilet with everything Sean had.

Martin had pulled up his Speedo to contain his erection within the inadequate slip of fabric.

Sean and Martin still stood close together but the sexual excitement had waned just slightly. Sex and exposure when they had been at the Pothos Emporium had been one thing but naked at school? Sean didn't know how to deal with that.

"Any ideas?" Sean asked Martin.

All they had between them Martin's Speedo's and he barely fit in them - there was no way they could service two people.

"At least it can't get any worse," Martin reasoned.

The lunch bell sounded...

E.J. was going blind sitting in front of his computer screen so he was glad of the interruption in the form of a knock on his office door.

"Come," he shouted.

Frazer entered and brought with him two sandwiches and two cans of Irn Bru Xtra, which he unpacked from a small plastic bag.

"Is it lunch time already?" E.J. asked distractedly.

"Yea, that's what happens when the big hand points at twelve and the little hand..." Frazer started to sarcastically respond.

"You could just say yes," interrupted E.J.

Frazer laughed at him and was about to take a seat on the opposite side of E.J.'s desk when E.J. stopped him and suggest they go to sit at the more comfortable sitting area on the other side of his office. E.J. sat on the sofa and Frazer settled into the armchair; they had enjoyed informal lunches like this several times in the weeks since they had started working together.

Frazer still occasionally felt ill at ease given what he knew about E.J. and Martin's past relationship, but that was in the past at least. He also felt ill at ease because E.J. was the first boy he had ever been attracted to; it might have been eighteen-plus years between encounters but something of that feeling had remained. Frazer was trying not to listen to it, which was hard because getting to know E.J. as an adult told him that E.J. was exactly his type of man.

E.J. enjoyed Frazer's company: he was charming, funny, and intelligent and seemed to have stepped effortlessly into a difficult job with little time to adjust. This was the end of Frazer's third week as the new deputy manager at the Symposium Athletics Club and E.J. could hardly remember a time when he hadn't been around. But he didn't really know him that well; sure he knew that Frazer was Martin's uncle and that made things complicated on the surface but really had no affect at all on how their relationship ought to work.

Frazer was an attractive man six or seven years younger than him but in all their conversations they had never really touched on anything personal. If it was none of his business, he expected Frazer would make that clear so he decided to try and get to know Frazer better.

"If you have people you'd rather have lunch with, feel free to abandon me," E.J. said as he pulled the ring pull on the can.

They had never really gotten around to identifying themselves as gay to each other but they had spent enough time around one another to know. Coming out is important sometimes, other times it's just something you do; still other time's it's nice to be around people who don't need to be told and whom you don't feel the need to explain yourself too. That's what E.J. and Frazer were to each other.

"Well I was going to have lunch with Johnnie," Frazer replied.

E.J. felt disappointed; "Oh."

"But he's taken," Frazer finished with a sly smile.

To cover himself, E.J. asked; "Taken by whom?"

"His friends Calvin and Daniel are coming here while he's on his lunch break," Frazer responded.

"They're a cute couple," E.J. said earnestly.

"Yea, lucky them. I'm starting to think the only way I'll meet a man is by going to the speed dating thing we have going on tonight," said Frazer.

E.J. smiled and didn't answer. E.J. had been attracted to Frazer's many positive quirks and qualities since his interview but had given the notion a wide berth ever since: because of Frazer's sister, because of Martin, because, because, because, because; because of the wonderful things he does.

"Why is that?" E.J. asked eventually, skirting around the revelation of Frazer being available and concentrating instead on why; "How can you be single?"

Frazer's face seemed to drop and E.J. sensed he had asked the wrong question.

"I broke up with a guy three years ago and haven't been ready to try again... until recently," Frazer answered.

"Bad break up?" E.J. asked, he knew about them.

"He was a bully," Frazer said in a small voice, he seemed to catch it and become embarrassed by it; it was as if it were a voice he had used before when Mr Bully was in a bad mood. "He was cruel and took out all his anger on me."

"Oh... sorry. So sorry," E.J. said sympathetically.

"I know. But he's gone now... sure he used to scream from behind the wall I bricked him up behind but, hey, who wouldn't."

E.J. and Frazer laughed at the joke, effortlessly told, but it only just smoothed over the cracks in Frazer's mood. The cracks would always be there, no matter how much he got over that time in his life; they would always be there...

"Speed dating is perfect for you," Daniel insisted.

"Yea, because we all know my relationships are over quick," Johnnie replied.

Daniel and Calvin laughed at the joke but a little too much for Johnnie's liking; it had too much of a ring of truth.

"I think what he meant was because it's good fun and you can meet lots of people and one of them might be worth seeing more of," Calvin suggested.

Johnnie wasn't convinced; the Symposium's function room was being used tonight for a speed dating session and Daniel and Calvin had been trying to convince him to go since they had arrived for lunch. He had deliberately not told them about it because he knew they would try to talk him into it but they had seen the posters on their way in.

"I only broke up with Dean two weeks ago," Johnnie pointed out.

"That's like five months in dog years," Daniel pointed out.

He was ignored.

"Look, you finish work in a few hours," Calvin said; "That's plenty of time to go home, have a shower, get changed..."

"...Change your entire personality," Daniel chipped in unhelpfully.

But funny.

"...And get back here for eight o'clock," Calvin concluded.

"I'll think about it," Johnnie promised.

"Or you could go to the Earl of Lennox Boys School," Daniel said in a posh tone of voice; "And scope out the boys like Tom's doing."

"That's not what Tom is doing," scalded Calvin; "...He's only checking out one boy."

The two lads laughed again – they were often laughing at each other's jokes and Johnnie didn't know whether to find it cute or annoying. Since he was laughing too he guessed annoying wasn't the correct answer.

"Tom and Connor make such a cute couple," Johnnie said and continued to tease his friends. "Absolutely the best couple I know. I can't think of any couple I like better than Tom and Connor."

"Can you believe this guy?" Daniel asked rhetorically.

"I think we were probably talking about you going speed dating," Calvin said as he tried to get things back on track.

"What if I only meet fat guys with hairy backs?" Johnnie asked.

"What if you only meet guys with big butts who cannot lie?" Daniel countered.

"Was he always like this?" Johnnie asked because it was only in the last few months that he noticed how irreverent Daniel was.

"Yea I think so. He just used to keep it to himself," Calvin answered.

"I miss those good old days," Johnnie teased.

"Speed dating," Daniel said as he copied Cal's attempt to get things back on track; "You. Men. Big. Smoochies."

Johnnie found himself smiling again in spite of his reluctance; "Ok, I'll go. But if I enjoy myself I'm going to hold you two responsible."

Somehow, Daniel and Cal would live with that burden...

In the end, things weren't as bad as they seemed.

No-one noticed the bare legs of Martin and Sean as they hid in the boys toilets, although they could hardly stay there all afternoon – especially with lunch extended by twenty minutes. They were still thinking about what to do when a pair of Speedo's sailed over the top of the cubicle and Sean luckily caught them before they fell in the toilet. Sean pulled open the door before he even had pulled them on - hoping he could catch whoever had supplied them. Of course it was Mitchell and Sean was disappointed to see he was otherwise empty handed - there'd be no more clothes from him then. Sean put his feet into the Speedo's and pulled them over his cock and balls, huddling them inside the cosy pouch.

"Why?" asked Sean.

To what exactly the question referred was ambiguous; why did you take my uniform, why did you bring me the Speedo's, why are you looking at me like that? Martin had never been certain which way Mitchell swung, girlfriend or not he certainly had an interest in naked boys.

"Well I couldn't leave you here with nothing, could I?" Mitchell replied innocently. "Besides, I have something planned for you two that, from what I hear of your job at the Emporium, will be right up your alley."

Neither Sean nor Martin was sure what he had heard about them, but they had sure done some crazy things there. They looked at each other as if both recalling those misadventures and a sudden sense of realisation settled over them that their time at the Pothos Emporium was probably about to end - just as school was about to end.

Mitchell turned on his heel and made to walk away, over his shoulder he said; "Come to the cafeteria, no need to dress up."

Sean turned to Martin and confessed; "I'm a little scared here. I mean, being naked at work was one thing but... this is school. We need to see these kids again..."

"Not really, today is the last day of school," pointed out Martin.

"Technically. But we still have a month of exams and an end of year formal to go to and..."

"You're cute when you're nervous," interrupted Martin.

He hadn't intended the comment to be so tender but there was a flash in Sean's eye that reminded Martin, uncomfortably, of how much more invested Sean was emotionally.

To change the subject, Martin told Sean what he had told his parents; "I guess I'm lucky. I've applied to leave the country for at least a year... to travel and see the world and experience new things... To figure some stuff out I suppose."

Martin didn't really want to get into just how lost he felt as a person.

"Oh, well bully for you," Sean said with a hint of sarcasm; "But I'm stuck in a town where this lot will have seen my penis."

"I know, exciting, isn't it?" Martin responded.

"What stuff?" asked Sean, returning to Martin's admission. "What stuff do you need to figure out?"

Martin sighed and in a voice filled with hesitation and desperation, he said; "I don't know who I am."

Sean looked sympathetically at him, asking quietly; "Because of everything that happened with E.J.?"

"Maybe. I've been thinking about writing about it too..." said Martin.

Sean laughed; "I bet that would be an X-rated novel.

"My working title is Cocks and Cum."

Sean smiled but his laugh was lost by how serious Martin was being.

"Where are you going to go?" Sean asked.

Was now the time to be discussing this sort of thing?

Martin smiled half-heartedly; "Don't know. But I'm going to go so far out, I might not be coming back."

Sean looked stricken by the admission but had no time to ask more.

"Are you guys coming?" Mitchell shouted from the entrance, having returned to see why they hadn't yet followed.

Martin looked at Sean and raised an eyebrow to ask: "Well? You ready for people to see your penis?"

Sean nodded; "Yes." Though whose question he was answering was unclear.

They followed Mitchell out of the toilet and instead of turning left, towards the cafeteria, were taken right. Half a minute later they turned left again into the busy, though not crowded, rotunda. Huddled knots of boys turned to see Martin and Sean pass through the hall. The boys watched as the groups around the rotunda were approached by friends of Mitchell's. John and Damon, Mitchell's step-brother, were among the lads taking cash from the boys who looked at them as if sampling what they were trying to buy.

The boys traversed the entire length of the rotunda before turning left to take them up to the corridor on opposite end of the cafeteria from where they started outside the toilets.

Warm sunlight streamed in through the windows on their right and out the corner of his eye Martin noticed a handsome man straighten up as he saw them pass. Martin and Sean entered the cafeteria which was filled with the smell of fried fish, as was traditional for a Friday. Schools, hospitals and prisons - all enjoyed fried fish Friday.

The cafeteria fell silent as everyone stared, gawked, drooled, giggled and generally looked stunned. Not that the sight of two conventionally attractive lads wasn't a welcome sight, it just wasn't a sight they had been expecting while eating their lunch's.

"Have you noticed how conveniently absent our teachers have been so far today? What's up with that?" Sean asked Martin.

Martin thought for a moment before shrugging and then suggested; "I dunno... plot contrivance?"

Sean laughed self-referential assessment; "Story of our lives," added Sean.

Martin rather suspected Mitchell had a little to do with the absence of the teachers in the cafeteria, although today was the big staff lunch too so that might also account for it. The teachers had seen Martin in his Speedo's earlier as he toured the school ostensibly collecting funds for charity. As it was for a good cause and they had been caught unawares, the teachers let the scantily clad teen's appearance slide. They wouldn't report it to the head master until just about now and their lunch would take priority. Their head teacher wouldn't say anything as long as they actually had fundraising to show for it.

It was a genuine silver lining for Martin that he was raising money for a good cause – Marie Curie provided care and support through terminal illness. No matter how flimsy the excuse was for the attire that accompanied the fund raising, he was happy to have done it. Also, the swim team really were participating in a swimathon for the charity so the whole sorry excuse held together nicely. From a certain point of view.

The lads serving the lunches also looked agog at the sight of two Speedo-clad seventeen year olds but they had no authority and to be honest were as delighted as the school boys by what they were seeing.

Mitchell called the attention of everyone in attendance, with Sean and Martin noticing more boys filing in the entrance in front of them and the one behind where they had just come from. Martin saw the handsome man leaning against the side of the room; he was average height and must exercise to keep the figure emphasised by the tight t-shirt he wore, though he wasn't an Adonis. His upper arms sported tattoos and he had short hair died almost white. Martin wondered who he was.

"Ok everyone, thanks to all of you for coming," Mitchell said in a loud clear voice.

The hubbub that had accompanied their arrival died down so they could listen to Mitchell.

"You all know why you're here. You've all got your raffle tickets," Mitchell almost phrased it as a question.

Pink and blue raffle tickets were brandished by several boys around the room. There was at least a hundred boys aged between sixteen and eighteen in the room watching them – guys who had gone into town for lunch today were missing a real treat.

Then Mitchell said; "Let's get down to raffling those Speedo's."

Martin and Sean could hardly believe their ears.

Raffle their Speedo's? But that would mean... that would leave them with nothing... that would make them...

Naked.

Naked again in Martin's case.

While Mitchell had been talking, his compatriots had been adding the tickets they had sold to two boxes. Without further ado, Mitchell lifted one box and gave it a shake. Then he reached in and stirred his hand around to thoroughly mix and randomise the tickets inside. He plucked a pink ticket out and called the number.

"For Martin's, the number is: Zero-Two-Two. Twenty-two."

"ME," Shouted an excited sixteen year old lad whose name neither Sean nor Martin knew as he was in the year below them.

"Well done, Kevin. We'll draw the next one before you collect," Mitchell told him.

He repeated the process with the second box

"For Sean's the number is: Three-One-Four. Three fourteen."

"YES," came a shout from their left.

Martin and Sean recognised Paul from several shared classes – cute, kind of quiet and delighted to now own their Speedo's.

"Come forward then boys. Collect your prizes," Mitchell said with barely concealed delight.

Everyone must have hoped this would happen but no-one really thought the transfer of ownership would happen right here, right now, in front of everyone, with nothing else for the pair to put on.

"I'm serious, these guys are dedicated to the charitable cause. Come and take the Speedo's off them right now," Mitchell said.

Paul and Kevin came forward and stood in front of Martin and Sean. They looked nervous to be in the spotlight of so many people – imagine how Martin and Sean must feel.

"Is it really ok to..." Kevin attempted to ask.

He was a nice looking lad and Martin tried not to notice how cute he was because he really didn't want a hard-on right now.

"Go for it," Martin said.

Kevin didn't need told twice; with one quick tug, Martin's Speedo's came off his bum and his cock popped out as they fell to his ankles. Martin covered up a little too late to avoid posterity on more than one camera phone.

Sean was equally divested of his only article of clothing, feeling the crumple of fabric around his ankles but covering his dick and balls a little more effectively than Martin had.

Together Martin and Sean stood and waited for whatever else the last day of school would bring. They were stood side by side in the cafeteria with Speedo's pooled around their ankles and everyone waiting for them to remove his hands from his cock and balls...

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