Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 10:13:19 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher: Chapter 1

This work is original and completely fictional.


Naked School Teacher

Chapter 1.

David Jones stared with open frustration at the twenty teens sitting in
the classroom facing him. They stared back with ill-disguised
hostility. For the moment it wasn't too noisy, though there was the
constant mutter of comments. He never seemed to achieve the utter
silence that other teachers managed. What exactly was wrong with him?

Glancing at his watch and seeing that the end-of-day bell was due any
second, David made up his mind about something. "Macdonald, stay behind
after class, I want a word with you." Spencer Macdonald's head bobbed
up from where it had been laying almost flat on his desk facing his
friend Delroy Carter. They had been chatting most of the lesson.

"Me? I ain't done nuthin," he complained loudly, arrogantly.

"You're not in trouble, I just want to discuss an idea I have with you."

"He want's to suck my dick!" Macdonald smirked none-too-quietly to
Carter. Carter snorted, the rest of the class chorused, "Oooooooo!"

David closed his eyes momentarily. This could not go on. Fortunately
the bell sounded before he had a chance to respond, and the class en
masse made a bolt for the door, chairs crashing all over the place.

"Quietly! Slowly, take your time," David yelled futilely into the din.

He turned from where he'd been perched on the front of his desk and
closed the classroom door. He looked at Spencer Macdonald still sitting
sullenly at his place, and crossed the floor to sit in the chair beside
him. Macdonald regarded him silently. He was a wiry tough black kid
from the inner city. Fourteen years old and already in line to be
king-of-the-hill at this residential school for difficult boys set in
the middle of the Kent countryside.

David wondered quite where to begin. Only twenty-one himself, and a
recent graduate from a three-year teacher-training college program,
David was slim, about 5'8" white skin with fair hair and blue eyes. A
greater contrast between two people could hardly be imagined.

David had done well at college, with the notable exception of being
able to keep order with unruly, rambunctious kids in his various
teaching practices. In some schools he did well, in those that did not
have the old-fashioned English discipline imposed from the Headmaster,
and individual teachers had to live by their own ability to keep good
order, David did terribly, and hence his problems with this class. This
class was the worst. Younger kids and David got along like a house on
fire. Somehow as they reached the mid-teens and began to challenge
authority, David felt more threatened and he responded by getting
uptight, losing his great sense of humour, and generally becoming a
complete asshole. He recognized it, but didn't know how to correct it.
He'd thought of counseling, but was reluctant to admit he couldn't deal
with it. So here he was about to embark on the plan he had decided to
try.

"Um, Macd...., er, Spencer," David began.

Macdonald grimaced, "That's Macdonald to you," he sneered, glaring at
David.

David swallowed and started again. "Okay, sorry. Macdonald. I know you
don't like me."

"No shit!"

"Just let me say this. I know you don't like me. I admit to you that I
can be an idiot sometimes."

"Try most o' the time!"

"Okay, okay. You're not making this easy." Macdonald just sat slumped
in his seat with that look on his face that communicated utter disdain.
'Oh boy,' thought David.

"Okay, look, what I want to say is that I would like us to get to know
each other, outside the classroom. I need to be able to relax and talk
to you as a person, not as a teacher. I think if we get to know each
other a bit, maybe we'll be able to get on better in class." David ran
out of breath, having delivered this speech all in a rush.

"So?"

"So, I'm thinking maybe I could get permission to take you out with a
couple of your friends on Saturday."

"Where?"

"Oh, anywhere you like. Your choice, you name it." David felt a little
encouraged, at least he hadn't turned down the idea out of hand.

"So who's going with us?"

'He's agreeing!' thought David in delight. He permitted himself a
slight smile to encourage Macdonald. "Who do you want to take with us -
any two people you choose." David had a pretty good idea who he'd
choose.

"Carter and Smith." Stated Macdonald categorically. Exactly who David
expected. Delroy Carter was also black, originally from Uganda, and Tom
Smith was an East End Londoner, as white and cockney as they come.

"So where do you want to go?"

"We'll go to the beach."

"Okay, you're on! I'll make the arrangements with the Headmaster, and
clear it with your houseparents. We'll leave right after breakfast on
Saturday, I'll pick you up at the main entrance."

Spencer Macdonald stayed slumped where he was, and regarded David with
the same contempt as before. "This ain't gonna make any difference ya'
know."

"Well, let's give it a try," said David with all the sincerity in his
voice that he could muster.

"Your money," said Macdonald, getting up and leaving, knocking over his
chair as he did so.

As David picked up the chair and began straightening the classroom, he
reflected whether he was doing the right thing. Time would tell though
things surely couldn't get much worse. It was only David's third month
at this school located in a huge rambling Victorian mansion in the
idyllic Kent countryside, yet already things were going badly wrong
with this particular class. If it was just inside this classroom, that
would have been one thing, but the kids from this class continued their
disrespectful manner all around the school whenever they saw him.
They'd mutter insults just loud enough to provoke laughter that
followed him down the halls. They would openly defy him if no other
teacher with more authority were around. When they provoked David to
near livid, incoherent rage, they'd just laugh and walk away - or if he
got mad enough, suddenly cave and do what he wanted, seeming to exactly
judge the point at which David was provoked enough to call in the
Headmaster, or take the matter further.

David brushed back his mid-length blonde hair, locked up his classroom
and headed through the School grounds to the little cottage he occupied
with his wife and small son.

Saturday finally came, though the week dragged. Macdonald's class was
no different. The three boys he was to take to the beach exhibited no
change in behaviour, and never even mentioned the outing. David almost
expected them not to show up. But when he drove his station wagon
around the building, there they were lounging on the steps.

They piled into the car, Macdonald taking the front seat next to David.
They were their usual rambunctious selves, talking loudly and
insultingly about everything from sports to their own sexual conquests
which, given the social backgrounds of the three boys, could possibly
be true David reflected.

David didn't join in the conversations, but nor did he interrupt even
when the language turned the air blue. The boys gradually began to
realize that David was not going reprimand them for either their
language or the topic of their chat. "Are you gonna report us for
talking like this?" Demanded Macdonald after some time.

"No I'm not. I want you to know that for today, I'm not your teacher.
Anything goes. And nothing goes outside of this group. I will not tell
anyone about what you say."

"Coool." Said Tom Smith. He was a little runt of a guy. Skinny and
boney, green eyes, fair slightly reddish hair, and an imp-like face.

Delroy Carter was the biggest of the three. Quite muscular and solid.
Absolutely jet black skin and bottomless pools for eyes.

It was early July and the sun was shining. I was a beautiful day, very
warm with a gentle breeze. David had dressed in khaki shorts and a
white tee-shirt. The boys were in baggy jeans and tee-shirts with rock
stars or soccer stars on them.

The drive was uneventful. David resisted their incessant questions
about where they were going. He had decided to take them to Camber -
Camber Sands. It was a wild stretch of coast along the English Channel,
characterized by miles of sand dunes and tufted scrub grass, flattening
out to the sea in a long sloping beach. You could walk almost a mile to
reach the water at low tide. David had thought about going to Brighton
or even Hastings, his home town, but the thought of these three
misbehaving amongst the crowds of tourists was too much, so he'd
elected Camber, remote and lonely with few people around.

As they approached the area he was aiming for, the boys started to get
excited. "Hey look at that! Where is this place. I didn't know this
existed!"

David parked, picked up his picnic bag, and led the way into the dunes.
They walked quite way towards an area David knew would be quiet, away
from most other people. He chose a depression in the dunes, just on the
edge of the flat beach. The sea was in retreat - the tide was going
out. Their little camp spot was surrounded by dunes topped with long
spindly coarse grasses waving in the breeze. It was hot in the little
hollow sheltered from the wind. David spread a couple of blankets,
dropped his bags and flopped down. The kids did likewise, somewhat out
of breath from struggling across the shifting sand.

After a while the boys began stirring. "What are we gonna do now?"

"Fancy a swim before the water goes too far away?"

"Okaaay," cheered Smith, jumping up and rummaging in his bag for his
towel. Finding it, he stripped off his clothes revealing that he was
already wearing a tight black speedo-style swimsuit. He filled it out
nicely, and it showed dramatically stark against his painfully white
body.

"Don't you ever get out into the sun," asked David wondering how anyone
could be so white.

"Nah," said Smith.

"Well, you better use this sunscreen or you're going to burn badly.
Want me to rub it in your back?"

"Right! Let you get your fag hands on me? No way!" Smith laughed. The
other boys laughed too, and high-fived each other.

"Good one Tom!"

David was silent, turning to finding his own towel, blushing furiously.
He started removing his shoes, socks and shorts. Wearing just his
Y-front jockeys and his tee-shirt he fished his swimsuit out of his
bag. He turned his back to the boys, who were horsing around, Smith
trying to obstruct the other's efforts to get their swim trunks on.

David slipped his underwear off as quickly as he could, and tried to
get his swimsuit on quickly. Unfortunately, he got one foot in, but
stood on the swimsuit with the other, dropping the whole thing on the
ground in the process.

"Hey, I can see Mr. Jone's ass!" Exclaimed Carter. The others giggled.
"Poke something up it!" one of them yelled. David wasted no time
getting his swimsuit pulled up. He stripped off his tee.

David was athletic, slim with nice but not overly-developed muscles.
Very boy-next door looks. He was tanned an even slightly reddish brown,
and his swimsuit was a sunshine yellow, also speedo style, but it had a
mere one inch at the sides, and was slightly pouched at the front, so
it allowed him to hang without restriction. It made him look gorgeous.

The three boys looked at him as he turned around. They didn't say
anything, just looked him up and down. "Fag," he heard Carter mutter
under his breath. The other two broke up, rolling all over the blanket.

"See you in the water!" yelled David, and took off before his blushing
would cause further comments and laughter.

David was a good runner, and the kids couldn't catch him before he made
it to the water's edge. He ran into the water until it reached over
knee-depth and he had to walk. They caught up with him, laughing and
splashing in the waves. They splashed each other and him. David gave as
good as he got, and they walked out deeper until the water was almost
chest deep. David dived under a wave and swam out a little way. Turning
he looked at the boys ... "Are you coming?" he yelled as they stood
looking after him.

They turned away and continued splashing each other, running up and
down parallel to the shore. 'They can't swim,' thought David, a little
glimmer of light going on in his head.

The group splashed about, pushing and shoving, wrestling each other and
trying to push each other under the waves. David hovered on the edge of
the action but was largely ignored. Eventually the water had receded to
the point that they had to either trek for miles to get to deep water,
or give up. They gave up. "How about a drink?" suggested David. The
boys took off, easily beating him back to the dunes, where they were
busy swigging pop from the cans David had packed when he finally showed
up. David took a can and drank from it, flopping onto the rug near the
boys.

And so the day went. They flew kites from the hard-packed flat sand
where the tide had retreated. They even played a tag game that they
allowed David to participate in. They ate lunch and then took off
exploring the dunes. Finally in mid-afternoon under the baking sun,
they all flopped down exhausted to drink the last of the pop.

After laying around in the sun for half an hour or so, Macdonald got
reenergized and sat up. "Now whaddawedo?"

"Um," said David, temporarily out of ideas. He sat up a little leaning
back on his elbows.

"Let's play The Game," suggested Carter. The way he said it, it was
capitalized and everyone except David knew what he meant.

"What game's that?" asked David intrigued.

"Oh, you wouldn't play it with us." Intoned Macdonald unctuously, some
of his attitude, which had dissipated somewhat during the earlier
games, returning in the sneer on his face.

"I told you, today anything goes. Ask me anything and I'll do it with
you. No limits. Today is about me getting to know you guys and trusting
you. I'm trusting you."

"Well ...," said Smith, "it's kinda like, well it IS, Truth or Dare."
He looked David straight in the eye. David didn't react, just stared at
  him, with a million thoughts going through his mind. He'd just made
his trust speech and here he was being put immediately to the test. It
was put up or shut up time.

"Okay," David tried not to gulp, "I'm in."

"Aaaalriiiight!" cheered Carter. The three boys exchanged grins. David
had even greater misgivings.

"These are the rules," said Macdonald, his attitude vanishing in a
second, he seemed eager and excited grinning widely. "We throw dice,
and the lowest gets to be asked the Truth or Dare. Then if he does it,
he gets to be ask the next loser."

"Who asks the first question?" asked David.

Smith piped up, almost beside himself with excitement, "Highest dice
asks the first question."

Macdonald continued. "If you can't or won't do the dare or answer, you
get a penalty. Failure to do the penalty results in the other three
forcing you to do something."

"Like what?" asked David curiously, "and what's the penalty?"

Carter chipped in, "We all decide the force thing at the time. The
questioner sets the penalty."

Macdonald continued, "No dares beyond the game, nothing that lasts more
than two minutes." He produced four coloured dice from his pocket.
'Prepared, hmmm,' thought David. Each chose a colour. All three rattled
the dice professionally in their fists and rolled them onto the rug in
the middle. Carter got the high number and Jones got the low.

"Alright! Okay Tom, Truth or Dare?"

"Um. Truth I guess." Smith looked uncertainly at David, obviously
feeling a bit vulnerable as the first one to go in this new situation
with a teacher.

"Tom, when my ten bucks was missing from my wallet last week, was that
you?"

Smith went beet red, and tears appeared to well up in his eyes. He
looked at David. "Ah, well, I guess! .. Will you tell on me, Sir?"
addressed desperately to the bemused teacher.

"No, it's okay, I told you, I'll tell no tales from this weekend. My
lips are sealed!"

"I thought it was you," said Carter grimacing at him. "Little shit!"

"I'll pay you back!" offered Smith anxiously.

"Yeah, right!"

After a moment or two of staring at his feet, Jones looked up and said,
"My turn!" The dice rolled.

David got the low number.

"Hey, great!" Smith yelled triumphantly. All traces of his
embarrassment at stealing from his supposed friend disappeared. David
smiled at him. "Truth or Dare?"

"Ah, dare, I think." David said it bravely smiling warmly at the little
runt of a kid.

Smith's gray eyes sparkled, and his hair had taken on a golden sheen in
the bright sun. He looked quite beautiful, his bare chest beginning to
flush from the sun, his boney knees drawn up to his chest. The Artful
Dodger on vacation, thought David.

"For two minutes, you gotta wear Macdonald's underwear over your head
and face, with your nose in the crotch."

"And if I choose the penalty?" asked David, not at all sure this was a
proper activity for him to participate in after all.

"You get naked for two minutes!" Exclaimed Jones in glee.

"Gee, you sure don't waste time in getting down to it!" David had
played this game of course as a kid, but it had taken his little group
a long time to get to the 'rude' dares. Well, no way was he going to
get naked in front of them - it could cost him his job.

"What's it gonna be?"

"I'll take Macdonald's underwear I think." Macdonald rummaged in his
bag, and a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs came sailing over to
David. Trying not to think too much about what he was about to do, he
twisted them around and put them over his head, with his nose in the
inside of the crotch. He could instantly smell the sweat, piss and funk
of Macdonald's crotch. 'Gross,' David thought to himself, but he sat
there feeling ridiculous, inhaling the fumes. He tried not to think
about the kid's cock that had been nestling in there for hours earlier
in the day. The kids were killing themselves laughing, rolling about on
the rug, high-fiving and generally having a great time at his expense.
The two minutes felt more like 30, but eventually it was over. David
removed the briefs when told to.

He looked, red-faced, at the three boys. They smiled broadly at him,
and slowly a smile replaced his embarrassment. To his surprise, they
all high-fived him. "Didn't think you'd do it," said Macdonald with
just a tiny, grudging smidgen of respect in his voice, "good on 'yer,
Mr. Jones." David could not ever remember Macdonald calling him by his
name, he never called him 'Sir' or Mr. Jones, didn't call him anything
in fact, just as if he were an object beneath contempt. 'Progress?'
wondered David.

The dice rolled. David got the low number again and sighed, but they
rolled again, "You gotta ask the question this time," said Carter.

"Why don't three roll and leave out the 'asker'?" suggested David.

"Hey, why didn't we think of that?" Macdonald burst out laughing.

Macdonald got the low score.

"Truth or dare," asked David.

"Truth," said Macdonald instantly.

David was prepared. "Why don't you like me?" He looked challengingly at
the boy.

Macdonald was unfazed, almost as if he'd prepared a speech he began
naming points off on his fingers, "First you're a stuck-up son of a
bitch, you hate blacks, you're so asshole uptight I'm surprised you can
shit, you got no sense of humour, and you don't like the three of us,
so why should we like  you?" The tirade ended, leaving David almost
breathless, even though it was Macdonald doing the talking. Suddenly in
spite of how badly he was feeling, he was glad he'd done this day with
the boys. Perhaps he was on the right lines after all.

"Whew! You don't pull your punches, do you?" He looked up into
Macdonald's eyes as they stared accusingly at him. "Actually, I'm glad
we're doing this - I think maybe if we can get all this stuff out in
the open, perhaps things can be better. Thank you for being honest
Macdonald."

"Yeah, whatever." Macdonald slumped back down onto the rug from his
sitting position.

The dice rolled. Smith got low score again.

Macdonald grinned an evil grin. "Okay, boy, get them trunks off!" All
Smith was wearing was his little brief swimsuit, "stand in the middle
and turn around slowly for two minutes!"

Poor Smith went beet red again, a rather charming trait, David decided.
He looked at David, the other two also looked directly at David. They
were quiet as if waiting expectantly for something. David looked from
one to the other. He drew a breath. Another moment of truth. Almost
imperceptibly, he nodded to Smith, who sighed, permission given. He
stood up and stood awkwardly for a moment, then quickly slid his
swimsuit down and stepped out of it.

He moved to the middle of the group, and slowly turned around. There
was silence between them, only the soft sound of the wind in the grass
on top of the surrounding dunes, and the occasional cry of a seagull.
David was unexpectedly entranced by the sight. Tom Smith, naked and
slightly self-conscious was the picture of erotic yet innocent boyhood.
His cock was long and slender, his pubic hair fair like a soft down.
His balls were relaxed and hanging low in the heat. His skin,
head-to-toe was perfect and unblemished except for a few scrapes on his
legs. David drew an involuntary breath that caught their attention.
Smith stopped turning facing him, the others looked at him.

"Cute, ain't he?" said Carter, "don't you think, Mr. Jones?"

David dragged his eyes away from the angelic sight and down toward the
ground. "Yes," he admitted curtly. The boys all grinned at each other.
Smith looked pleased. He put his swimsuit back on.

The dice rolled. David was low.

Smith was almost boiling over with glee. "Okay, Mr. Jones, Truth or
Dare?"

David closed his eyes, "Dare."

"Mr. Jones, you gotta stand naked in the middle and turn slowly around
for two minutes." Naturally. "With your hands on your head," he added
in afterthought.

So here it was, how could he back down after all his lofty speech?
"Okay, but no touching," David stood up and quickly shucked his
swimsuit, moving to the middle of the little circle. He put his hands
on his head and looked at the three, they were glancing meaningfully at
each other with kind of raised eyebrows. Why was that? What had he
said? 'No touching.' Oh no, he'd just put the thought in their minds.
He continued to turn cursing himself for an idiot.

The three boys shuffled closer, and stared at his cock exclaiming at
it's size, it's shape, the fact he was circumcised, the fact that his
pubic bush was clearly trimmed and his balls obviously shaved. David
was rather proud of his dick. It wasn't big, but it was a perfect
shape, and just heavy enough to cup itself over his ample compact
balls. His pubic hair like the hair on his head was fair, not blonde
not quite brown. Sort of in between. David was a well-built young man,
a swimmer's kind of body, broad shoulders, well developed pecs, but not
overly so. Trim waist, narrow buttocks. His body had very little hair,
and what little there was was almost invisible as it was so light in
colour - a small patch on his chest and a narrow line from his navel to
his pubes. He had an all-over tan, something the boys instantly picked
up on.

"Where do you sunbathe nude, Mr. Jones?" asked Smith excitedly.

"I'm doing a dare not a truth," retorted David, eliciting raucous
laughter from the other two.

"Got you there, Tommy boy!" laughed Macdonald.

The intense scrutiny of his genitalia began to have an effect on David,
with a sinking heart he realized that his cock was coming to life and
beginning to twitch. He speeded up his turning, hoping they wouldn't
notice. They didn't.

His time up, David thankfully put his swim trunks back on.

The dice rolled. Carter.

"Carter. You can walk slowly around the rim on top of these dunes - do
the full circle," he paused, "naked!"

"Mr. Jones!" exclaimed a shocked Carter, "you're a teacher!" David just
looked at him, smiling slightly. 'Don't back down,' he told himself.

"What if I don't?"

"Well, your penalty will still be to get naked. You lay on your back in
the middle, with your arms and legs spread out. We sit on your hands
and feet, and we tickle you without mercy for two minutes."

Carter as it happened was extremely ticklish, so the alternative held
no allure for him. He dropped  his baggy boxer swim trunks and headed
for the hills. He made a graceful picture, lithe and solidly muscled,
his skin gleaming like polished ebony in the sunlight, as he strode
with his long athletic legs around the tops of the dunes. He must be
visible for miles, thought David. His cock was very long,
uncircumcised, with enormous balls, and thick wiry black hair framing
the whole package. No other hair on his body, save for his legs, which
had a lot of tight curly hairs. His head was covered in short cropped
curly black hair. He was very good-looking David suddenly realized.
When he lost his habitual sullen expression, relaxed his face and
smiled with his chalk-white teeth, he was not just good-looking but
utterly stunning. David felt his cock twitch yet again.

Carter completed the circuit and slumped down onto the rug, putting on
his shorts.

"Well done," said David with feeling. The sincerity in his voice, and
something else -was it admiration?- in his voice communicated itself to
the fourteen year old. He looked up at David, with a completely
disarming expression on his face, no trace of the usual contempt.

"Thanks," said Carter.

The dice rolled. David yet again. "Are these dice loaded?" he grinned.
He was really starting to relax.

Carter looked at him. "Mr. Jones. You are to get naked, stand in the
middle with your hands on your head," David opened his mouth to say
something, but Carter continued, "while we can touch you and do
anything we want to you for two minutes."

"Jesus," said David expressionlessly.

"Your penalty, should you so decide," intoned Carter, anticipating
David's next obvious question, will be to get naked and lay in the
middle while we watch you jerk off."

David gasped, "Oh my god!" Was there no end to their ability to
challenge and surprise him? What the hell should he do? This was
obviously going to go too far. Maybe this was a totally stupid idea in
the first place? Still, there did seem to be some thawing in their
attitude to him. He was trying so hard not to be a prick and get all
dignified and holier-than-thou. Hell!

"Okay," said David, and once more removed his swim trunks, standing
between the three excited boys, with his hands on his head. He closed
his eyes, maybe this is just a dream. He could feel the gentle wind on
his body, raising goosebumps on his skin. The sun, slanting down
towards the west now, was still warm.

He felt a hand on his chest, another on his back, two more ran up his
legs, others touched his arms. Their touch was surprisingly gentle,
erotic, even affectionate, like a loving embrace. The hands moved over
him touching all along his arms, his neck all over his chest and back,
down towards his buttocks. Hands moved up his legs, around his thighs,
coming ever closer to his genitals. David's breath increased, he was
starting to feel light-headed. When a hand brushed his balls
ever-so-gently, he jumped. At the same time two hands cupped his
buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Fingers slid into and along his ass
crack, lightly brushing his ass hole. He writhed in spite of himself,
thinking that he had never before had such an erotic sensation.
Sensation overload. His dick responded as of course it would. In no
time he was not only rock-hard, but dripping copious amounts of
pre-com.

'If they touch my dick, I'm gonna shoot,' thought David.

Hands were gently roaming around his stomach and thighs, sometimes just
brushing his balls. Fingertips very lightly ran up the length of his
pulsating and dripping cock. He wondered if the two minutes was up,
hoping it wasn't. It was.

David opened his eyes. The boys had sat down and were regarding him
somewhat in awe. "That sure is a grower," said Smith, wonder in his
voice.

"Boys, you know I could get fired for this, don't you?" David regarded
them seriously.

"Only if we tell," said Macdonald, "and anyway, no-one'd believe us,
even if we did tell." David thought that was probably true, and for the
first time in his life caught a glimpse of what their life must be
like. Everyone hated you, no-one respected you.

David picked up his towel to wipe up his mess and put his trunks back
on.

The dice rolled. Macdonald.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," somewhat defiantly, Macdonald stared at David.

Tempted though he was to follow the boy's example of moving toward a
more sexual dare, he could not bring himself to. If this got out, he
was toast. He could maybe retain a little self-respect if he remained
just a fraction 'above' the conduct of the boys. It did not occur to
him until later, that remaining 'above' others was precisely the
personality trait that made some people hate him.

"You get naked again, and you run out to the water, dive in and
return," the dare seemed somewhat anti-climactic, and he could tell by
the expressions on their faces that they were disappointed. However, it
was significant dare, since there were a number of people wandering the
hard flat sand between the dunes and the water, which had now reached
ultimate low tide, and the water was a good half-mile away.



Macdonald didn't hesitate. He whipped off his trunks and with his
athletic lean muscles glinting and rippling in the waning sun, took off
down the beach straight as an arrow toward the water. Several people
noticed him, some just stared others actually cheering him on. Most
people were laughing or smiling at what appeared to be a prank borne of
youthful high spirits.

While Macdonald was gone, Carter turned to David and asked, "Why did
you give him such a wimpy dare? He's up for anything you know."

"I know," replied David, "but I have to remember my position, and I
just couldn't do anything too out of line." The sneer on Carter's face
made David realize that all the apparent gains of the day might be on
the verge of disappearing if he was ultimately seen by the boys as a
wimp, or worse, as the "stuck-up prick" or whatever Macdonald had
called him.

Smith chipped in, "I wanted to see you jerk him off - he's always doing
it to us!"

David blushed and looked down. "I couldn't do that."

Carter looked at him evenly, "Well we gotta change that," he commented
quietly. Inside, David shivered.

The dare actually broke the rules, but no-one mentioned it. It was not
possible, good a runner though he was, for Macdonald to make it to the
water and back in two minutes. With his dive into the water, it was
more like fifteen minutes before he returned, crashing to the rug,
breathing heavily, a few remaining drops of water beading his skin like
little diamonds, throwing off little rainbow halos. He recovered his
breathing within a few minutes and they rolled the dice. "We'd better
make this the last one, so we can get back to school before supper,"
said David.

David lost.

With a calculating look at the others, Macdonald said, "Okay Mister
Jones," he emphasized the 'Mister,' in a way that clearly said to David
that he had slipped in their estimation, and that the outcome of this
whole day hung in the balance, "Truth or Dare?"

David didn't dare select Truth, so he said, "Dare." He held his breath
like a condemned man awaiting his sentence.

"Naked, of course," said Macdonald, "and you stand in the middle and
jerk off for us."

"No way!" exploded David.

"Yeah, I thought so," sneered Macdonald. "Okay, your penalty then is to
be tied up to that dead tree over there," he indicated a long smooth
tree trunk laying up one slope in their little sand dune hollow, "and
we do anything we want to you."

David gulped. Looking at them, he realized their original hostility was
back. He could either write off this day and the whole thing would be a
failure, or he could go all the way to redeem himself in their eyes.
Either way, he had to think fast about the implications.

"Boys, you have to understand, this is just too sexual for me to be
able to do with a clear conscience." He pleaded with them, putting
every ounce of sincerity he could muster into his voice.

They looked at each other. "Well there is the final option," said
Macdonald. "The three of us will decide on the forced dare." He turned
to the others, "Conference," he said. They moved off together away from
David and, putting their heads together began whispering. It lasted
several minutes. In the end they returned grimly to face David.

"Mister Jones. If you will do neither of the dares, this is what we
will do. We will escort you naked to the car, over all the dunes we
crossed. We will get into the car and you will drive us back to school
and drop us off at the main door, and you will be naked the whole time.
Totally naked."

David's jaw dropped, and he stared at them aghast. "Jesus Christ," he
breathed. "Just give me a minute." His mind raced, what the hell was he
going to do? He could get arrested anywhere on the ninety minute drive,
he could be seen by anyone at the school as he drove in. Talk about
professional suicide. The more he thought about it, the more he didn't
know what he would do.

"I told you he'd chicken," muttered Macdonald to the others. "All that
talk, but he'll never be like us - he's always gonna be too good for
us."

David heard, and it suddenly brought him back with absolute clarity to
the purpose of this day. No-one had said it would be easy. David
started out telling them, 'anything goes,' and now clearly he was
saying that was a lie. How could he redeem himself in their eyes? In a
blinding flash he realized how to recover the whole project. He had to
come clean.

"Listen boys, I want to say something." He was speaking to three sets
of stubborn jaws and skeptical eyes. Contempt oozed. They waited.

"Okay you are right, I was not prepared for this. I thought I was, but
I wasn't. But deep inside I really want this relationship with you guys
to work. I've just come to the conclusion that I will do anything to be
accepted by you and to prove I trust you and am willing to work with
you and in the future to help you. Today is only the first step in
building that trust. You've set a hard test for me, but I'm going to do
it!"

"Which one," asked Macdonald, still skeptical.

"All of them!" said David.

It was their turn to be flabbergasted. "What d'ya mean, all of them?"
yelled Smith.

"I mean, I will stand in front of you and jerk off. Then you will tie
me to the tree and do anything you like to me. Then I will drive naked
back to school and drop you off at the front door." David paused.

The three boys were gazing in open-mouthed astonishment.

"This," continued David, "is my way of trying to prove to you that I am
not a stuck-up-prick-asshole, but that I'm no different to you." David
looked each of them directly in the eye. "So, whaddya say, does this
get me back into favour?"

Macdonald's voice contained genuine respect and admiration, "You bet it
does, Mr. Jones."