Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 21:20:07 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 12

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Chapter 12 has taken a while to post. It was actually written soon after
chapter 11, but I had to stop and think about it following some of the
emails from readers. Several people were upset about the direction the
story was taking. So I listened to the comments and thought about the
story. In the end I decided to continue with my original story line. It
might be tough going for some of you, and if so, I'm sorry. Well, actually,
I'm not sorry 'cos i think that's how life is. It's not plain sailing and
happiness. Wish it was! David has some very hard times ahead and some
difficult decisions to make. In this episode, the pigeons are just
beginning to come home to roost. How will it all end? I can't tell you, not
because I won't but because I don't know. As in, I haven't decided. Is this
to be a triumph over adversity or a tragedy of smashed dreams?

Okay, so that's a part of why I took so long with chapter 12. The other
reason is that I took a couple of weeks to read The Da Vinci Code! So
there.

Love you all.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com





Naked School Teacher

Chapter 12

The first full day of classes, and David was standing at the front of his
new class for the year. They were the boys in the year younger than Mac's
class. They were all in awe of him. David had observed this group during
the previous year, and knew there was no real troublemaker in it like Mac
and his cronies had been. This promised to be a much calmer year for him in
the classroom!

David could tell the boys had questions, but they remained unspoken at
least for now. Perhaps they would emerge as they got to know him over the
next few weeks. Meantime, David intended to get to know them as well as he
could -- though perhaps not too well!

His attempt to reach out to Mac, Delroy and Tom, while successful beyond
his wildest dreams, had set him on a course that changed his life. His
marriage seemed to be shot. He had no idea how to get his son back, or even
if he should try.

He was spending most of his time naked at home and in public. He'd even had
sex in public -- not just in public but was well on his way to turning sex
into performance art! He was beginning to sense that he was into submission
and perhaps even pain!

The thought gave his cock a sudden twinge of sensation and he felt the
first stirring inside his pants. He turned around his desk to sit quickly
down on his chair. He lost his train of thought. The boys were looking at
him curiously.

Quickly he finished describing the assignment and let them get busy while
he allowed his cock to subside so he could walk around and provide whatever
individual help was needed.

When the lunch bell sounded and the kids burst out into the hall, a young
boy entered shyly and held out a note to David. Written in the Headmaster's
characteristic script, it read, "Mr. Jones, please drop by my office for a
few minutes over the lunch hour. Robert."

David sighed. It had to happen. He decided to go right away, no point
putting it off.

"Come in," called Mr. Anderson's deep voice to David's rap on the
door. David walked in and stopped dead. There, sitting off to the side in
the Headmaster's office, was Dalrymple! What on earth was he doing here?

"Ah, David, do sit down." The Head indicated the chair in front of his
desk. David sat. "You know Dalrymple, I believe?"

"Er, yes." David's mind was racing. With sudden misgiving he remembered the
threats of last night. It couldn't be that there was some malevolent
revenge in store, could it? David's pulse started to race and he found it
difficult to breath.

"Are you alright, David?" asked the Headmaster with sudden concern, "you're
awfully pale."

"I ah, I'm well -- fine," David stuttered, "Yes I'm okay."

"Yes, well if you're not feeling too good, this can wait `til another
time."

Relief flooded over David like a tidal wave, suddenly flushing his face
red. The Head became even more concerned. David was thinking that anything
that could wait until `another time' could not be criminal sexual assault
charges, which David had convinced himself was what Dalrymple was going to
initiate.

"I'm sorry Headmaster, I don't know quite what came over me, perhaps the
fact that I've skipped lunch?"

"Oh good, this won't take long and you'll still have time to eat and keep
that growing body of yours, er -- growing!"

David nodded.

"The thing is, young Dalrymple here has had a few spots of trouble in
previous schools," that was quite an understatement! "and he's been
chatting to me about his options here. He has managed to get himself in
with the wrong crowd everywhere he goes, and has suffered because of that."

`I bet he has,' thought David wryly, seeing a sudden close up picture of
Dalrymple's skinny, snake-like cock slapping his face mercilessly. David
touched his cheek and glanced sideways at the boy. Dalrymple's eye flashed
merrily at him and the very faintest hint of a smirk played on his lips --
although nothing the Headmaster would notice.

"Well, it occurred to me that as you have done such a good job with
Macdonald and Co, that perhaps you could do something for Dalrymple!" The
Headmaster beamed at him.

"Oh, really? I don't know ^Å" David was appalled but could not immediately
come up with an argument that would deflect this conversation from where is
so obviously seemed to be heading.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something!" The Headmaster assured him
genially, "and furthermore, he can't swim!"

David's eyes bugged out. He didn't actually believe that for a second, but
the pieces started to fall into place. The boys had told Dalrymple about
the swimming lessons, and that had provided enough for the sneaky little
brat to find the lever to get him. All it needed now was for Minot to
somehow figure in the action.

"Dalrymple has also taken quite a shine to Minot, you know," the Headmaster
blathered on seemingly quite unaware of the shattering effect his words
were having on David.

"So, what I thought was that both of them could join your Friday night swim
group and we'll take it slowly from there and see where it gets us, eh?" He
smiled broadly and leaned back in his chair. The Master Educator strikes
again!

David was infuriated with the Headmaster's "we" and "us" but what could he
do? He nodded, barely trusting himself to speak, "Sure."

The Headmaster nodded magnanimously as if he'd just done David the greatest
possible favour, oblivious to the fact that he had in fact delivered him to
his worst nightmare.

"Now, Dalrymple, if you would excuse us for a moment, I need to have a word
in private with Mr. Jones."

"Yes sir," said the angelic Dalrymple, politely rising and leaving,
shutting the door gently behind him. Just as the door was almost shut he
directed a broad grinning wink to David!

"Now David, I just want to apologize for what went on yesterday." David's
eyes went wide; did the Head know everything?

"Oh, no," David began, but the Head waved his words aside.

"Yes yes, I or someone should have brought Martin to task for keeping you
on the field while your kit was clearly about to completely fall apart! I
am sorry you had to go through that. Most humiliating!" He paused regarding
David with a doleful expression on his face. "But still, it was a
magnificent goal!" He beamed again, apparently completely recovering from
his millisecond of sadness.

David nodded, feeling that he had quite transcended the bounds of earthly
reality.

"Oh, and er, David, one other thing," he drew an awkward breath and looked
down at his hands fiddling with his pen on the desk, "there have been some
rumours flying around the school," he looked up at David briefly, then down
again "Not that I put any credence in them whatsoever. About you and the
er, um and the soccer team in the showers."

David blushed crimson.

"Ah, I see you've heard them too. Well I'm sure it's all childish
imagination -- the horny little bastards turned on by seeing you naked all
over the soccer field, so we won't say any more about it. It'll die
down. Least said, soonest mended, eh?"

"Absolutely," said David tonelessly.

"Um, Headmaster?" David queried. The Head actually looked up at him.

"Yes, David?"

"Well, as you say there are rumours all over the place. I seem to find
myself in the situation of being naked in all kinds of circumstances."

"Yes?"

"Well, sir -- I'm confused," David stopped, not knowing how to continue.

"I see," said the Head.

"I have this sense that I'm being somehow manipulated -- you see these
incidents seem to keep happening to me, it's very strange."

"Oh! What, er `incidents'?"

"These circumstances where I seem to end up being naked in public. It seems
to happen all over the place." The Headmaster looked blankly at him.

"Look, Headmaster, can I be completely honest with you?"

"Well David, of course."

"I find myself in all sorts of situations, not of my making, and if I just
go along with them -- and given my nature, that's what I tend to do -- it
gets me into all kinds of embarrassing positions. I don't think it's what I
really want with my life."

"No, I see." The Head looked expectantly towards David.

David had the sinking feeling that he was going to get no help from this
quarter.

"Mr. Anderson, is there something that I should know about this school?"

"Why, David, whatever do you mean?" The Head looked at him with puzzlement
on his face.

"I can't escape the thought that I have been brought here for some sexual
reason -- am I making any sense?"

"Um^×"

"I have this sense that everyone else knows something that I don't!" There,
he'd said it.

"What? -- you are feeling that there is some kind of a -- a plot? And you
think it's directed -- by whom exactly?" The Headmaster was kindly and
understanding.

"Oh, I don't know. When I say it out loud it sounds completely, well,
crazy, I suppose."

"Hmmm. You do seem to be under a lot of stress lately. And no one can deny
you seem to find yourself naked all over the place. I don't know that there
is a plot, but that doesn't mean there isn't one, does it?"

David looked up at him hopefully, thinking maybe he'd finally found an
ally.

"Mr. Anderson, what those boys did to me last night -- " he paused
wondering if it really was wise to open the can of worms.

The Headmaster suddenly looked VERY concerned. "David, are you sure you
want to tell me this? Remember who I am. If you tell me something that I
cannot professionally ignore, I will be compelled to take action!" He
glared sternly at David. "It might be better that I don't know!"

David looked at his feet, then up into the Headmaster's face. What was he
thinking? He realized with an awful finality that he was on his own. Of
COURSE he could not tell the head. He must've been mad to think he could!

"I'm sorry Headmaster, perhaps I need to go."

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off, David, I'll have someone cover
for you."

David got up, then turned back to the Head, "Sir, um can I ask you one more
question?"

"Of course, my dear boy, of course!"

"The idea of Dalrymple and Minot joining my swim class, was it your idea or
did Dalrymple suggest it?"

"Why, David I know what stellar work you've been doing with those boys!"

"Thanks, but did he put the idea in your mind?"

"Well, let me see, perhaps he did mention it, but I don't think he actually
asked to join. That idea was mine."

"Ah, okay, that's helpful. Thank you, Headmaster."

So David went home, having come as close as he was ever going to get to
confessing and stopping the whole sequence of events that was swirling
around him. Perhaps if he had things might have been different.

But he didn't.

The phone rang almost as soon as he shut the door behind him. David was a
little scared to pick it up, fearing it could be Minot or Dalrymple turning
the screws a little tighter. On the fourth ring, he snatched the receiver
up, unable to bear the suspense. "Hello!" he almost yelled.

"David," said a mild voice, "is this a bad time?" It was Reginald Bennett
the house-parent of Mac's dormitory of last year.

"Oh, hello Mr. Bennett, no not at all, what can I do for you?"

"Well David there are all kinds of rumours running rampant around the
school. I heard you'd been sent home. I thought perhaps you would like to
talk -- I apologize for not getting back to you over the summer, time just
got away on me."

"Oh, Reg, I don't know. I'm having trouble getting my thoughts together
right now --"

"Don't worry about that. How about you make a couple of sandwiches for
lunch and put on the kettle, I'll be down by the time tea is made."

"Reg --"

"Won't take no for an answer! You need this chat. See you shortly!" He hung
up before David could utter another word.

Reluctantly, David began to get lunch ready. One thing, it did take his
mind off his woes, chief of which was what Mac, Tom and Delroy were
thinking about him. They had witnessed his utter degradation and
humiliation at the hands of a bully and his scrawny henchman. They saw that
he was unable to stand up for himself to either Minot or even the
diminutive Dalrymple. They had seen the way he had reveled and gloried in
his subjugation and submission to rough sex.

What did the expressions on their faces show? Was it fear, horror or
contempt? They had not lifted a finger to help him, nor even uttered a word
of protest. What did that mean?

What were the lives of the three boys going to be like with those two in
the dorm? What about the Friday night swim lessons now that the other two
would be joining them?

How could David even find a way to talk to his three boys without the
others knowing?

The kettle boiled and David made the tea. A few minutes later, Reginald's
genteel tap sounded at the back door.

They settled down at the old pine table in the kitchen, fussing with tea
and milk and sugar -- Reginald did and David didn't. The sandwiches were
quite good, and Reginald was duly appreciative. They munched in silence for
a bit, then Reginald said, "David I wanted to come down and talk with you
because I sense that you need someone to talk to, and I don't see anyone
else around in whom you could confide with confidence. In the
circumstances. Whatever you say to me will remain with me. That's a
promise."

"Thank you Reginald, I appreciate that, but --"

"But you don't need to talk to me? Well David I disagree," he held up his
hand to David's opened mouth, "let me tell you why."

He held up his hands and counted on his fingers as he spoke, "First, I find
you in the bed of young Tom having just been, er -- well, fucked," he
looked defiantly at David and blushed crimson. David had the feeling that
might have been the first time he had EVER uttered the word, "-- by
him. Second, I see your picture in the paper naked in the High Street;
Third, I see Mac running naked across Lord's Cricket Ground on TV; Fourth,
I read a perfect description of you and Mac escaping from a police raid at
a strip bar in Brighton following a live sex performance; Fifth, I watch
your wonderfully original showing in the soccer match -- that quite
coincidentally resulted in you being naked for much of the time; Maybe
sixth -- though this is where the rumours start, you shower with the boy's
soccer team instead of the other staff, and there are wild reports of an
orgy in which every single one of them, ah --"

"Fucked me," supplied David obligingly.

"Thank you. Quite. The Seventh is conjecture on my part -- it is the
newspaper report of an unsolved mysterious gay sexual orgy in a nearby car
wash." Reginald Bennett sat back for a moment and studied David's face
while he drank his tea and finished his sandwich. David couldn't think of
anything to say -- if Reginald Bennett could add all these pieces together,
then anyone who knew him could do the same. It must be only a matter of
time before all this came spilling out into public knowledge. He shivered
at the thought of reporters, questions, accusations, news reports, police,
lawyers, judges. The sound of a jail cell door sliding shut with a
resounding solid clang echoed in his head.

Reginald dabbed his mouth fastidiously with his napkin. "Now, David, I may
not know everything, but the things I do know are enough to make me think
you are in deep trouble -- maybe it's of your own making, but trouble
nevertheless. I am concerned about you, but also I'm concerned about the
boys. A lot of people are going to be hurt in all this. Those boys will
probably go to another kind of school entirely, and not a nice one. You
will of course never teach again, and you will end up with a criminal
record -- any kind of employment will be hard or impossible with the kind
of record you will have. If you survive your jail sentence that is! Child
molesters have a rough time in the penal system. This school is likely to
experience a thorough purge to root out all those responsible for allowing
some of these things to happen. In fact, it could be closed altogether!"

The enormity of what Reginald Bennett was saying began to weigh on
David. Why had he not seen these things himself? Was he so blinded by the
power and seduction of his cock, that he was willing to throw all common
sense out the window, and to risk everything - for himself as well as for
others? The answer appeared to be: Yes!

Sitting at his kitchen table, sandwich half-eaten, tea half-drunk, David
buried his face in his hands and began to weep.

Reginald Bennett picked up a tissue from a nearby box and pushed it into
David's hand. He waited for the tears to subside somewhat before resuming.

David dabbed his eyes and blew his nose.

"I have just one question for you David. Based on your answer I will either
stay and help you or I will go away and mind my own business and let events
take whatever course they will."

David looked up at him, eyes red and puffy; face all blotches of red,
streaked with tears and snot. He looked a mess. Not the proud magnificent
Sex King of just a few weeks ago!

"Okay," he said.

"The question is this David: Do you need and do you want my help?"

"That's two questions," David pointed out with a crooked attempt at a grin,
"but I'll answer both in one word: Yes!"

As he said that, he felt an enormous weight lift from his shoulders. Just
to acknowledge that he had a problem; just the knowledge that someone cared
enough to reach out to help; gave him hope that all was not lost.

Reginald nodded, as if he understood exactly what David was feeling at this
moment. He waited.

David took another tissue and made a good attempt at cleaning up his
face. "Thank you." Reginald nodded but didn't speak.

"Perhaps I should tell you the whole story?" And with that he launched into
the whole tale of his adventures, of how it had started with an honest and
sincere attempt to reach out to troubled boys; how he had become seduced
into an endless round of sexual activity with them and eventually with
others. He surprised Reginald with his adventures at the fetish clubs and
the Naked Butler assignments. In short, David filled in all the gaps in
what Reginald Bennett had surmised about David's activities.

However, when he told Reginald about the mysterious photos that had arrived
at David's house, about the mysterious photo flash in the Jungle and most
of all about horrible hairy Johnson's rape of David, his presence at the
strip pool bar incident and his secret photo lab in the turret, that was
when Reginald's face took on a VERY thoughtful look indeed.

Reginald asked David a number of questions throughout his narrative, mostly
to clarify things. When he felt he had a reasonably good handle on things,
he said, "Okay David, this is much less straightforward than I had
expected. I thought I was dealing with a case of a young man falling into
some kind of sex addiction. But although from your standpoint, that is part
of it, I believe something else is going on here." David looked at him, his
eyes going round. He had not mentioned to Reginald anything about his
suspicions of a `plot' in all of this.

"I have an inkling that you are somehow being manipulated. How, I don't
know, and I certainly don't know why. But I think we should begin with the
Who."

David's sense of relief was transformed by Reginald's words almost into
joy! In just one afternoon, this wise old man, far from condemning him had
actually understood him and had put his finger precisely on the issue that
most troubled and trapped him!

"You described how you suspected something with Julia, and decided to wait
and see what happened. Eventually you found out about the Fetish Club. So
your instinct was vindicated by events?" David nodded, "Now, the trick from
here on is going to be that we find out what is going on BEFORE events
reveal themselves. I think that if we play the `wait and see' game, you
will end up being very badly hurt!"

Again David nodded. Exactly what he thought, though he had no idea what to
do next.

"I'm thinking we need to call in reinforcements!" announced Reginald
Bennett.

"Oh, are you sure that's wise?" asked David fearfully.

"It's only unwise if you call in the wrong people," Reginald smiled at
him. "I have one person to call, and I think you have one person you could
call in also."

David was mystified, "Who?"

"Your reporter friend, what's his name again?"

"Oh, er Simon, um Simon Denson."

"Isn't he the reporter on the Herald?"

"That's the one.

"And you trust him?" Reginald raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know, but Mac does. And he has feelings for Mac."

"Yes. What about you? What about your feelings for Mac?"

Tears welled up in David's eyes, "I think I'm in love with him."

"Hmmm, that could be a problem." David glanced up into Reginald's eyes. "I
mean between you and Simon for one, and also with Mac. How does he feel
about you? He's only fifteen, remember, and teens are notoriously fickle --
they are, after all, still trying to find out who they are." Reginald
suddenly smiled to himself.

"What?" asked David, smiling and infected by Reginald.

"I was just thinking that I actually wouldn't trust the emotional instincts
of anyone under thirty! So my definition of those exploring their own
identity would include you, David!"

"I've always thought of myself as all grown up!" David retorted, somewhat
offended to think he could be lumped into the same scale of immaturity as
Mac. "I got married when I was eighteen, and we had the baby a couple of
months later! I graduated last year and started teaching straightaway. I
feel completely adult!"

"Yes, I'm sure you do, David. However, you have to admit you are rather
bursting out all over the place and trying almost every kind of sexual
adventure that you possibly can!"

"Things just seem to have overtaken me!" David complained, "I don't feel
that I'm in control of them."

"That's exactly my point, David," Reginald said gently, "events -- and
let's not forget our hypothetical SOMEONE -- is controlling you. You have
to figure out how to gain control of your own life and take it where YOU
want to go!" Reginald paused and gave David an appraising look, "Let me ask
you another question David."

"Okay."

"Sex." Reginald stated bluntly and rather tonelessly.

David waited, but nothing further seemed to be forthcoming. "What about
it?" For answer, Reginald just continued to look at him, but did not
speak. "Well," said David surmising that Reginald just intended him to say
whatever was on his mind about sex. It was a kind of verbal Rorschach test
maybe. "You are right that I had almost no sexual experience before I got
married. Alice was the only sexual partner I'd ever had, and she got
pregnant right after our first time."

Reginald Bennett reflected on the interesting fact that he had said none of
those things, but that David had inferred them from what he did say.

"I was attracted to boys as long as I could remember. But everyone seemed
to expect that I'd get married and raise a family. Alice was someone I'd
known since kindergarten, and we were friends -- so it just seemed to
naturally happen."

"Events controlling you again?" prompted Reginald.

"Yeah, I guess so," David reflected. "Anyhow, once the baby was on the way,
it all seemed kinda inevitable. I thought I was in love with Alice -- but I
NEVER felt about her the way I do about Mac." David studied his hands, "I
can honestly say, Reg, that my experience with Mac has made me see things I
never knew existed. That time he kissed me on the lips while I was tied to
the tree -- I never knew that men could kiss like that and that it would be
so damn erotic and powerful! He was so virile and masculine and all I could
think was that I want this man to own me body and soul!"

"Unfortunately," observed Reginald, "in the eyes of the law this man is a
boy, a child even, who is not equipped to make emotional decisions of this
magnitude. Whereas you are the adult, who IS so equipped and who is
furthermore in a position of trust and authority over the `child' such that
YOU cannot make those decisions without unduly influencing HIS decisions!"
Reginald stopped for breath, " A very tangled web, don't you think?"

David sighed heavily, "Yeah, it is." He sounded despondent, hopeless.

"Now David, cheer up! We have a long way to go and things are not as bad as
they could have been. Above all, you have taken the first step! We need to
think what the second step is."

"You mentioned someone you could call in as reinforcements," David said.

"Oh yes! It's a friend of mine who is a private detective. I'm sure he
would have the ability to work out a plan that would help us figure out
what's going on. Then your reporter friend might be motivated to get the
right kind of breaking news story into the media that would avoid
crucifying you!"

David was enormously encouraged by this. If there was some nefarious plot
going on, and he was the innocent victim, perhaps all was not lost after
all! David almost giggled at the thought of himself -- the Naked Sex King,
strip artiste, and lover of several school students, as a `victim,' or even
as `innocent'!

"So, when do we start?" asked David.

"No time like the present!" exclaimed Reginald. "Let me call my detective
friend, they you can call your reporter."

The next hour was taken up with phone calls tracking down their quarries,
followed by long conversation to explain some of the circumstances, but not
going into too much detail. The outcome was a meeting of the group at the
coming weekend at a hotel in Tunbridge Wells. It was considered inadvisable
to do anything at David's house where who-knew-who could be watching.

"In the meantime," suggested Reginald, "you need to do something about the
three boys."

"Like what?"

"You need to talk to them, find out what they are feeling, and then get
them on board with your plan."

"How do I even get to talk to them without alerting Minot and Dalrymple?"

"You can leave that to me," said Reginald, "just give me a time when they
can come down here to see you."

"Tonight -- say seven o'clock?"

"Done."



Promptly at seven o'clock that night, there was a rap on David's back
door. He let the three boys in. They all trooped into the living room and
sat in uncomfortable silence.

"Anything to drink?" asked David awkwardly. All three elected a beer. David
served them wondering if this was yet another nail in his coffin. But how
could he have said `no'? They all sipped their beers from the bottles and
said nothing.

"Truth or Dare?" said David with a tortured smile on his face, trying to
lighten the atmosphere. They didn't smile.

"Truth!" snapped Mac tonelessly.

"Tell me how you feel about me right now," asked David.

"I feel let down, betrayed an' I FUCKIN' HATE YOU!" said Mac.

"Okay, your turn."

"Tell me why you did that -- shit with them?"

"Because I got a problem Mac. I think I've become addicted to sex and I
need help!"

The three stared at him aghast. None of them expected that.

"My turn," said Delroy forcefully. They all looked at him.

"David, tell us how you feel about US."

"I like you three very much. I think I love you all to some extent. I'm
very confused. I think I am IN love with Mac."

"My turn!" yelled Tom, then ploughed right ahead, "why'd you let the WHOLE
SOCCER TEAM fuck your ass?"

"Guys! All I could think of was that the hottest fucking guys in the school
surrounded me; we were all naked and wet. We ALL had the hardest boners you
could imagine! I couldn't think outside of my cock!"

"I watched a sex program on TV in the holiday," mused Delroy. One guy said,
`God gave man a brain and a penis, but not enough blood to use both at the
same time.'" They all laughed.

"I guess that about sums it up," said David ruefully. "This is all so new
to me, I couldn't get enough, and when I get horny I just don't care what
happens."

"We noticed," smirked Mac.

"But," said Tom, "we all agree that it's all our fault!"

"What!"

"Well, it was us who gave you all those first dares, remember? You didn't
even want to get naked in front of us at first. We really forced you into
that and then all the sex afterwards. If we hadn't done that, you'd
probably still be okay!"

"No, I'd be a `fucking uptight asshole, who you'd be surprised could still
shit!'" David quoted Mac on that very first encounter of theirs.

They all doubled over with laughter at that.

"Okay," said Mac, "so it's all got a bit out of hand. Now whadda we do?"

"First," David jumped in, "I want to apologize to the three of you, but
especially to you Mac, for the scene in your dorm the other day."

And so the four of them made up, and hugged each other. David kissed Mac
and after a moment Mac kissed him back.

Then David brought them up to speed on the latest developments and the
embryonic plan of Reginald Bennett.

"That sly old bugger!" breathed Mac.

Having got the boys on board with the plan so far, David asked them to
attend the Saturday meeting with Reginald and the two `reinforcements.'

Then they spent a good part of the evening regaling one another on their
summer exploits to fulfill their dares. Mac and David had the most
publicity, but the other two had also got their streaks into their local
press. They had all managed to seduce a clothes salesman, and they had all
managed to spend the two days totally naked. Tom's story was the best.

On August the 8th, he had simply got out of bed naked and not dressed for
the next two days! His mother was aghast, having not seen her son naked for
several years. "Whatever has come over you?" she demanded. But Tom simply
said, "It's hot," and that was that. His younger brothers and sisters
laughed at first, but eventually they either accepted it or got bored with
it.

He'd hung around the house, gone out into the garden, and answered the
front doorbell -- all totally naked! When his friends came to call, he'd
let them in -- they were equally amazed at his nakedness, but he just said
he liked it that way, so after a bit they didn't question him any
further. A couple of his friends joined him, since he seemed so relaxed
about it, a turn of events that had Tom's mother nearly tearing her hair
out. "Whatever will the neighbour's think?" she wailed.

He played soccer in the back yard with some of his mates. He even went to
the corner store in the late evening, when his mother asked him to get her
cigarettes, hoping that would force him to get dressed. The local corner
shop owner was stunned when a little naked teenager walked brazenly into
his store to buy cigarettes. However, sell them he did, and he even came
around the counter to hug Tom -- and fondle his bum while he was at it!

His mother did not try to call his bluff again, and he was naked for the
following twenty-four hours. When it was all over, Tom decided that he
really liked being naked, so he stayed naked while he was at home for the
rest of the summer. His friends got used to him being naked all the time,
and even invited him to get naked when he was at their houses. Suddenly in
Tom's area there was a rash of nakedness amongst the kids who knew Tom as
well as all their brothers and sisters! No one could understand it.

Tom did his naked streak at his local summer market fair -- and by then his
friends were quite used to his nakedness, so he had no trouble with
planning his streak and his escape. The picture in the paper was a good
close up and he was clearly recognizable. He became a local celebrity.

Delroy's tale of seduction in a clothes store was priceless. He'd gone to
an army surplus store and the sales guy was all on his own. He was quite
old, according to Delroy -- `over thirty anyway' -- and seemed
disinterested at first. Delroy poked around. He eventually found one of
those all-in-one suits like a flight suit or an amoured vehicle suit. He
asked to try it on. There was no real change room, so he stripped to his
white underwear in the corner, while the guy was at the front of the
store. He didn't look back. Delroy got into the suit. He didn't zip up the
front, and wandered down the aisle crowded with merchandize to find a
mirror. The salesman looked at him and pointed to the mirror beside
him. Delroy posed, and turned around. The guy noticed the suit hanging open
at the front and the black glistening naked body with the tantalizing white
underwear.

"Wow!" he said.

"You like it?" said Delroy innocently misunderstanding.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it looks good."

"Is it too big? Maybe I should try that smaller one," and with that he
shucked the flight suit, and stepped out of it, naked except for his
underwear.

"Oh!" said the guy.

Delroy left the suit with the salesman and wandered leisurely back to get
the other suit. Once back there he removed his underwear and put the
smaller suit on. It fit him like a glove. "What do you think?" asked Delroy
posing in the suit, twisting and turning. The front, still open, attracted
the guy's attention like a magnet. He was straining to see the underwear
and gradually became aware that it had gone! His hard-on became quite
visible to Delroy.

After posing for some minutes, he asked the salesman, "What do you think?
This one or the other one," he nodded to the original suite beside the
salesman. The salesman's eyes bugged out as he realized what he next step
could be.

"Hard to say," he said seriously, pretending to size up Delroy's
appearance, "maybe I need to see this one back on?"

In a flash Delroy dropped the small suit, revealing his body totally naked
to the salesman. He staggered a bit as he caught his foot in the leg trying
to get out of it. The salesman caught him by the shoulders, touching his
body for the first time and feeling an electric shock run through him. His
erection intensified and a wet patch began to appear on the front of his
fatigue pants.

"Oh, god," said the salesman, still holding him by the shoulders and
looking down at Delroy's cock as it began its elevation.

Delroy wrapped his arms around the salesman's waist and pulled himself in
so that their bodies were touching the whole length of their fronts, his
naked erection pressing against the trapped leaking cock of the sales man.

"Thanks for catching me," Delroy breathed mere millimeters from the
salesman's lips.

"No problem," squeaked the salesman as his hands slipped down Delroy's
sides and cupped his buttocks.

The salesman was unaware exactly how his pants became undone. All he knew
was that they suddenly dropped to the ground. And Delroy's hands were in
turn cupping his bare buttocks!

"I -- didn't wear underwear -- " confessed the salesman, not really knowing
why he was talking.

"I noticed," breathed Delroy, pulling him closer in, so their cocks touched
and ground together. Delroy reached for the guy's cock and began to stroke,
then played with his balls. He moved them both away from the window, where
a couple of guys in leather jackets were starting to take an interest in
what was going on.

In a pile of sale garments, Delroy pushed the guy face down and began to
probe his ass with his hard wet cock. Soon he found the hole and slowly
eased himself inside. The doorbell jangled and the two leather guys
entered.

Delroy was way beyond the point of stopping. His cock entered the
salesman's ass. The man groaned. Delroy slowly pushed deeper and deeper. He
ripped the guy's shirt back, pulling it completely off. The two of them
were now naked on the pile of clothes near the back of the store. The
leather guys were moving up the aisles wondering where they'd gone.

Delroy began to pump the salesman's ass. The man groaned in ecstasy. Delroy
gripped his hips and pulled strongly back, penetrating as deeply as
possible. He began a piston-like fuck. He moved faster and faster until his
body was a blur. They were making enough noise now, the slapping and wet
slurping sounds, as well as their groans and gasps, that the leather guys
were able to locate them in the maze like store.

They began to slap Delroy's ass, and reach between his legs to grab at his
balls. Delroy threw his head back and fucked all the harder. One guy
unbuttoned his tight leather pants, and let his sizeable cock spring
free. He stood behind Delroy so that Delroy's ass hit his cock at every
back stroke.

The stimulation was tantalizing to Delroy who kept trying to push back
further to make the cock behind him penetrate his ass. After teasing him a
while, the leather guy moved closer, so that on every back stroke, his cock
entered Delroy's hole by about an inch.

This satisfied Delroy for all of one minute, and he began again to push
further back. Bit by bit in tiny incremental stages, the leather guy's cock
moved forward to gradually increase the penetration of Delroy's pumping
anus. At last it was fully inserted and the two of them began to fuck in
opposition. Delroy went into the salesman as the leather guy backed out of
him, them as Delroy withdrew, the leather guy pushed in.

The second leather guy contented himself with pulling whichever set of
testicles he could find in the writhing mass of fuck-obsessed masculinity
in front of him.

Finally, one by one in quick succession, each orgasm triggering the next,
they came in explosive gouts of cum inside and all over each other and the
clothes they were lying on.

"So can you give me a good price on the flight suit?" asked Delroy when it
was all over. The salesman nearly choked with laughter.

"Take it, it's yours," he said. So Delroy took the suit and left the store
just as the leather guys were removing their clothes and eyeing the naked
salesman supine on the cum-soaked pile. The sign above him read, "Any
Reasonable Offer Accepted!"

The four of them laughed at Delroy's story. It was a great story even if he
didn't have a tape -- because the store didn't have a security system!

They had all fucked more than the required five guys, though they didn't
have pictures of all of them. David had the best. They oohh'd and aahh'd
over the professional glossy 8x10's.

In the end they didn't decide a winner, but just enjoyed the stories.

"Boys," said David seriously when the hilarity died down a bit, "we do have
to be more careful now. We have been pretty blatant about what we've done,
and I think we are now quite close to disaster because of that. I want to
ask you about the swim lessons, though."

"I hate the idea of Minot and Dalrymple being there," said Tom petulantly.

"Me too," echoed the others.

"So do I," admitted David, "However, I have to go through with it. If you
don't want to go, that's okay."

They all said, no of course they'd all go.

"But we'll all wear swim trunks," said David, " and we will keep it
strictly to a real swim lesson." They agreed.

"How about if they decide to push it -- what do we do?"

"I for one," said David, "intend to stand up to them. But I might need some
backup." They all agreed to take their lead from David and to see how the
first night went.

Tomorrow night.