Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 01:19:45 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 5

Thanks, Richard.

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.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Naked School Teacher

Chapter 5

Over the last week of school, David's mind often turned to the summer dares
they had to dream up. He couldn't think of anything really, and the last
day was looming close on the horizon. He didn't want to let them down, but
his mind would not grapple with the problem. He was probably thinking too
much about Mac and the awful home life he was going back to, and the
cataclysmic display of emotion in the shower.

So the days rolled by. They agreed to meet after David's last class on the
day before going home to give the dares to each other. Finally the day
arrived and they sat in David's classroom.

"The rules for this game," announced Mac looking around the little circle
-- it amused David somewhat that they all accepted Mac as the leader quite
naturally.  "The rules are these. The dares have no restrictions in time,
and you must have a way of proving the dare was done. Also, each of us
gives the dare to all four of us. In other words we all have to do our own
dare as well as the dares of the other three -- so we all do four dares
over the summer. Get it?" The others nodded.

David had to admit it was a brilliant stroke. It meant that no-one would
give a really impossible dare because he would also have to do it himself!
Unfortunately, David had still not thought of anything.

"We throw the dice," continued Mac, "to see who gives the first dare. I
have a notebook here to write them down."

The dice were thrown. David prayed not to be first.

It was Delroy. "You have to fuck five people over the summer," he stated,
straight to the point.

Mac dutifully wrote it down. David gulped. He'd definitely have to visit
the Brighton gay scene!

"How do we prove it?" asked Tom.

"Photo," said Delroy.

Mac wrote that down. David could not imagine how he was going to find five
people to fuck, let alone even one who would agree to being photographed in
the act! But he held his peace.

Next was Tom.

"You gotta do a naked streak at some event and get your picture in the
paper."

"Oh god!" exclaimed David. "I can't do that!"

"Sure you can, just wear some kind of mask and make sure you escape!" He
grinned.

"If I wear a mask, Mr. Smartypants, how do you know it's me?"

"Well, we'll all recognize your cock for one thing," the unhelpful Tom
rejoined, "but tell us what the mask will be now, then we'll know it's
you."

"The Queen!" suggested Delroy. Mac wrote it all down.

It was Mac's turn next.

"Go clothes shopping and get the sales guy naked and get him off in the
dressing room."

"And the proof is?" asked David.

"Get the security video showing you both going in!"

David was starting to feel the sheer weight of these dares. He could see
that he would spend his entire summer holiday worrying about getting them
done and getting caught.

David's turn had inevitably come around. His mind was an utter featureless
void. True to form, backed against the wall, he opened his mouth, wondering
what he was going to say.

"Spend a continuous forty-eight hour period totally naked," he said much to
his own surprise. How on earth was he going to manage that?

"How do we prove that?" asked Mac frowning.

Of course, David had no clue. "Um, well we can't really. Perhaps we should
write a detailed journal of our experiences and other people's
reactions. It would be hard to fake, and we'd just have to take it on trust
if it sounded good."

"Trust you to turn it into an essay assignment!" said Tom punching his
shoulder in exasperation. They laughed.

"Wait a second," Delroy held up his hand, "what's to stop us just staying
in our rooms for two days?"

"Hmmm," David pondered. They all looked at each other.

Mac got it, "I know, we just set the date right now, and on those two days,
we gotta do it -- doesn't matter what's happening, we gotta be naked for
those two days!" So they chose August 9 and 10 at random.

Mac wrote it down and they were done.

"Tomorrow is the naked butler party, right?" asked Mac.

"Yup," answered David.

"Well good luck!" They all echoed that.

They hugged each other, and said their goodbyes. David gave them his phone
number. They all gave him theirs. They wouldn't see each other again until
the second week in September. As David gave them his phone number, he
looked directly at Mac as he said, "If any of you need ANYTHING over the
summer, call me."

Next day, the buses came and the boys were gone. David waved from the
forecourt of the school along with all the other teachers and staff.

He felt empty already.

That afternoon, David reported as ordered to the salon in town. Nigel, the
hairdresser, appraised him tartly and, David felt, none too
favourably. "Hmm, I can do a little bit with the hair, `tidy it up she
says' -- it needs a major overhaul! Not today! As for the rest, we'll see
when we unveil. For now, first things first!"

He'd been commanded to give David a thorough internal cleansing. He took
David into a large rather sumptuous bathroom and ordered David to strip and
lay on a massage table. He hooked up a tube to David's ass and allowed warm
soapy water to gradually fill David up. When David thought he was about to
explode he had to hobble to the toilet and expel the water into the
bowl. This was done several times before the water was running more or less
clean. David could quite see why Julia was evasive about telling him this
was part of her plan. The question if David's mind was, of course, why was
it necessary. He knew he would find out in just a few hours. His heart
thudded painfully at the thought!

Following this David showered.

Nigel went to work on David's hair, leaving him naked and covered only in
the hairdresser's drape. He trimmed and neatened the hair, put in a few
highlights, then styled it in a kind of long spiky messy look, with a
minimal dab of gel. The effect he achieved was excellent. It gave David an
updated, even more youthful look.

"Now let's see this body of yours!" exclaimed Nigel rubbing his
hands. David stood naked before a full-length mirror. Nigel regarded him
thoughtfully, turning him this way and that. David was a good looking boy,
`Just lacks a bit of polish,' thought Nigel. Unfortunately he didn't have
time to fully do justice to him, nor had Julia provided enough money to do
what he'd really like to do.

Nigel settled on a manicure and a pedicure. Then David was again laid on a
table and given a thorough massage with oils and lotions. They smoothed his
skin and gave it a ruddy glow. Nigel worked on the odd blemish with
cover-up and then finished with an all-over-body colouring agent to give
David's body a consistent even colour. When he was finished David looked as
if he were on his way to becoming a professional model. He looked at
himself in the mirror and liked what he saw.

Some new clothes were laid out for him: a pair of very low-cut, skin-tight
designer jeans artfully torn in suggestive places, a tight-tight
transparent white tank top that looked as though it were a torn
disintegrating remnant. It came down to three inches above his pants. The
jeans were so low on his hips that some strands of his pubic hair showed
over the front, and the merest suggestion of his ass crack showed at the
back. There was no belt, indeed the waistband of the pants had been
entirely removed leaving a ragged edge and giving them a precarious
appearance as if they were in imminent danger of falling down! Only their
tightness on his hips and the friction that produced, kept them from
falling. He wore no underwear. Leather, heeled boots completed the
ensemble.

David wasn't sure if he felt like a model or a slut as he walked around
experimentally in the unaccustomed heels.

A limo drew up outside Nigel's salon. It was early evening by now, and the
chauffeur escorted him from salon to car. David strutted across the
sidewalk to the opened door. Heads turned as he walked. He heard someone
say, "Who's that?"

He was whisked to a very upscale restaurant in the small Grange Hotel,
where he was obviously expected and was escorted by a fawning Maître
d'hôtel.

Julia was awaiting him with her husband, David's boss, the
Headmaster. "David! You look ravishing! Come here and let me look at you."
She reached up and took David's face in her hands and kissed him on both
cheeks. Then ordered him to swirl around. "Delicious! Just perfect, well
perfect for now -- more perfect later on." She giggled with suggestive
intent.

They had a good meal, though David was anxious about the upcoming event and
didn't feel very hungry, so he ate light. However, he did enjoy the wines
that Robert expertly selected. He managed to become quite `uninhibited.'
The young waiters were all giving David the eye. One even rushed to set his
napkin on his lap, almost pushing another out of the way to get to David
first. In placing the napkin, his fingers made definite contact with
David's cock, which instantly sprang, and the head of his cock tried to
push up out of his abbreviated waistband. Thereafter, David was constantly
trying to cover his lap with the napkin, and the waiters were constantly
dislodging it to get a look! Eventually David gave up the battle, dropped
his napkin beside his plate on the table, pushed his chair back a little,
and lay slightly back in his chair so they could look to their hearts
content. He idly wondered if he could begin his five-man fuck already!

Julia and Robert were engaged in some conversation that David utterly
ignored, preferring to watch the antics of the waiters. He was surprised
therefore when Julia announced it was time to go.

And so the time had come for David's butler duties to begin.

They took the old-fashioned cage elevator to the penthouse suite of the
hotel. It covered the entire floor.

"David, here is the pantry, where drinks and hors d'oeuvres will be set
out. You just pick up a tray from here and offer it around the rooms to the
guests. Easy enough? Actually all you have to do is be seen and mingle. The
drinks give you a reason to move about and attend to everyone, okay?"

David shrugged okay. He was taken to a bedroom and told to remove his
clothes. Julia inspected him thoroughly, "Excellent!"

There were some other young male servants, but they were in black ties and
short `bum-freezer' jackets. David drew a lot of attention from them.

As the guests arrived and David began to circulate, the guests were first
shocked, then amused, and finally, very very turned on. Both men and women
seemed to react positively to him. They were all dressed rather oddly,
David thought, until he realized it was some kind of costume party. The
theme appeared to be Roman. Men were in togas, or Roman military, or the
ancient business class. Women likewise were dressed as Roman wives, exotic
maidens, harlots and even the odd Vestal Virgin!

David, because of the theme, figured that he was probably a pagan slave.

The party was full of beautiful, albeit middle-aged people. David was a
real stand-out! The evening wore on and much alcohol was consumed. The
noise of the party grew, and the intimacy of the crowd grew with it. Men
were fondling wives not necessarily their own, and everyone was fondling
David -- men and women both.

David coped with it, but as the touching became more and more intimate and
stimulating, he naturally became erect. Eventually he had to get rid of the
tray and just try to stay on his feet, there were so many people around him
touching him, feeling his bum, weighing his growing cock and his tightening
balls.

Then the music changed to a kind of deep hypnotic primitive rhythm, heavily
featuring drums. The crowd began to sway together and move, carrying David
with them. They all pressed towards a large covered billiard table. As they
got to the table, David was lifted bodily up onto it. He struggled as he
began to realize that he was the centre of this decidedly weird ritual,
"Wait, stop, what are you doing?" but he was by now far too drunk to resist
effectively, and the exciting hypnotic effect of the music made him not
want to resist.

He was laid out flat on his back on the table, and his arms and legs were
stretched out to the four corners and soft strong bands were buckled on and
tied down to the table legs. David was naked, spread-eagled and helpless.

The crowd eased back. The lights in the room darkened and the lights over
the billiard table were raised high overhead and focused spotlights shone
directly on him so David was a brilliant glow in the middle of the dark.

His rampant erection pointed straight up.

As the music rose and fell, Julia appeared dressed as the Queen of Sheba,
`how fitting,' thought David. She circled the table in time with the music
and then suddenly pointed a finger at one of the guests. It was a woman
dressed as a Roman prostitute. The woman danced forward and began a slow
strip tease. When she was naked, she climbed on the table and crawled over
David, she dragged her tongue up his legs and over his trembling erection
all the way up to his mouth where she kissed him fiercely. David could do
nothing. He kissed her back not knowing what was expected of him.

The woman, voluptuously well-endowed, raised herself up to her knees and
slowly, deliberately sat on David's stiff cock! She wriggled and worked her
way down onto the cock until it was fully inserted into her pussy. She then
began a slow rocking grinding of her hips and gripping her pussy tight
around him.

The difference, David had only recently recognized, between fucking a woman
and fucking a man, was that fucking a man could last almost as long as you
wanted. Fucking a woman was so warm, soft and slippery, that you would
likely come within a very short time. Common complaint! It was this way now
with David. He threw his head back, and moaned with the excitement not only
of being fucked, but of being restrained and of having such an audience. He
would not last thirty seconds!

Suddenly she pulled off him, gave him one last kiss, slid off the table and
danced away into the crowd.

Julia went through her peculiar ritual again, this time selecting a man! He
was about fifty, David thought, quite handsome, and as he got naked,
revealed a very fit muscular body with plentiful graying chest hair. He too
climbed onto David, but did not kiss him. He did run his hands all over
David's body, and then he too slowly sat on his cock. The cock was still
erect though it had gone somewhat `off the boil.' He began the ritualistic
swaying and grinding of his hips, again bringing David up the point of
almost coming before leaping off and disappearing into the crowd.

This ritual was repeated over and over again until most of the guests had
`reverse' fucked David and the entire room was now full of naked
people. David was near delirious with the teasing of his cock and his
immense need to shoot his load of cum. This was an exquisite torture and he
had been screaming and pleading to be allowed to cum for what seemed like
hours.

The naked men and women all around him were dancing naked and slowly
disappearing in couples, triples, even quadruples to other parts of the
suite for whatever purposes they had in mind. Soon only a few of the
waiters were left picking up glasses and abandoned food plates.

The music was now low and in the background.

David called out to one of the waiters, "Can you let me up?"

"No, mate, more'n my job's worth!"

"Could you get me a drink then?" The cute young waiter brought over a drink
from the bar. It was scotch. David gulped it down as the waiter held his
head up a bit and fed the glass to his lips. "Oh god, I'm SO horny, I gotta
get off!" gasped David between gulps of the fiery liquid.

"I bet you are an' all! You are one goddamned fucking hot guy!"

"Thanks, but you're not so bad yourself!"

"Ah shuddup!" but he was obviously pleased. David DID still look like a
film star, and any compliment he threw out must be worth something!

"Can you do anything about cleaning me up?" pleaded David looking at his
cock, balls and abdomen covered in the slime and juices of perhaps thirty
people. No-one had actually cum on him, but pre-cum and pussy juices were
everywhere. Now it was cooling his body off uncomfortably.

"Sure mate, I can do that." The waiter returned with a couple of small
towels. He proceeded to clean David's stomach, legs and then between his
legs, rolled his balls in the towel and finally grasped David's cock within
the towel and squeezed and rolled it.

David was writhing in ecstasy again in no time! When at last David felt his
cum rising close to the point of no return, the waiter stopped and withdrew
the towel. David nearly screamed in frustration! "Please, oh please! You
must finish me off, I'll do anything -anything!"

"Cor' you don' know how tempted I am mate, but nah -- can't."

"They won't know!"

"Won't know? Course they'll know, this place is crawling with cameras!"

David was stunned. Not only was he stunned, but he had several simultaneous
thoughts competing for his attention. First that bitch Julia, she'd conned
him into this! Second, he had been photographed fucking at least fifteen
guys -- if he got those pictures his summer dare was done! Third just what
the hell WAS this group of weirdos? Finally what more was to happen to him?
He had the unsettling thought that maybe this was the prelude to some pagan
ritual that ended in human sacrifice! There were supposedly still such
things practiced in Britain, so the tabloid press occasionally
claimed. Though David had difficulty, on reflection, supposing a pagan
coven would use an upscale hotel in Tunbridge Wells. Royal Tunbridge Wells
he corrected himself.

He was left alone with his pulsating cock.

Eventually, the guests began to reappear looking spent, disheveled and
still naked. They gathered around David again as if inspecting his
erection. The ropes around his wrists were re-connected to some overhead
ropes that came down from the ceiling and his arms were raised up. He was
helped to stand at the end of the billiard table and his arm ropes
tightened so he was still spread out only now standing. The crowd pressed
in and began to touch his legs, his ass, his balls, everything it turned
out except for his cock. Their hands were gentle and erotic and it felt
like torture. His cock was so longing to be touched he even tried swinging
it from side to side, hoping the get just the briefest of touches, but to
no avail.

Then, when he thought he would finally lose his sanity and become a
gibbering lunatic, it stopped. The music stopped. Everything stopped. The
crowd before him parted and two men rolled what looked like a black rubber
carpet from the far side of the room, stopping at the feet of the table
below David.

Julia, still dressed as the Queen of Sheba, appeared and walked down the
carpet. She stood before David and intoned, "Whom do you choose?"

"What?" David gasped barely able to comprehend. His entire universe now
proscribed within the red straining mushroom head of his cock.

"You may choose any in this room. Whom do you choose?"

"Wha... what... whafor?"

"Choose!" It was a command!

David looked around the naked crowd close by, and noticed the waiters on
the edges of the room watching events with interest. There was his cute guy
who had toweled him.

"Him," croaked David nodding in the kid's direction. Julia looked to where
he was indicating. The cute waiter kid's eyes went wide in part fear part
excitement.

"Come!" commanded the Queen of Sheba.

The boy tentatively walked forward. Julia turned him to face David, and two
men started to undress him. He was not very comfortable with this and
blushed red, glancing nervously at his fellow waiters. Clearly he had
received orders about this event and he was not about to say or do anything
disruptive, but just allow them to do whatever they wished.

Soon he stood naked before David blushing over much of his body. He really
was cute. Maybe eighteen or nineteen, he was skinny, not even well-built or
muscular. Yet somehow he was endearing with an impish face and a brilliant
smile -- which was not presently in evidence! But the thing that made the
crowd gasp in amazed appreciation was his cock. It was the most enormous
thing David had ever seen. It hung limply from above his large balls,
almost to his knees it seemed. It was long, slender, circumcised and the
head was a beautiful shape somewhat larger in diameter than the shaft. As
everyone looked awed by the sight, and as the boy looked up at David,
standing there strung up as he was, also naked and with a rampant erection
that was leaking huge unbroken strings of crystal shining pre cum right
down to the floor, his own cock began to stir. Everyone `oohed' as it
slowly raised itself up, filled out with engorged blood and stood
majestically up to attention. It lengthened and it thickened until the boy
was transformed into Sex Personified. Julia whispered something in his
ear. The boy smiled a tremendous smile up at David and communicated
something in his look. To David it said, `it's okay, don't worry, I'm
coming to you.'

The boy bent over facing down to his cock and without touching it,
swallowed three inches of it, laving it with his tongue and making it slick
and slippery. The crowd went wild, applauding and cheering.

Then he walked up to David and light as a gazelle, he jumped up beside him
and kissed him full on the lips, grinding their two cocks together. David
pressed his body forward, but the boy slid around behind David, caressing
his shoulders and massaging all down to his buttocks. David threw his head
back and basked in the erotic feelings, thinking that at last relief was
about to come to his tortured cock.

Julia moved off the carpet and someone placed a small flag on a tall pole
in the centre of the black carpet several feet away from the table. Then
the crowd turned their attention to the two naked sex gods on the table. No
one stepped on the black rubber carpet again.

Music welled up but this time it was seductive and gentle, the tempo
increased and as it did, the naked waiter began to move with the music,
fondling David, touching his balls between his legs, fingering his asshole,
kneading his buttocks. David writhed. Fingers were inserted into his hole,
working in to his prostate. David writhed. More fingers, and David knew he
was being prepared for fucking. He cooperated, pushing his ass back,
opening up for the boy.

When he was ready, he felt the great wonderful cock begin to push into his
eager and willing hole. The sensation was amazing and indescribable. The
cock touched his prostate sending electric shocks through his body and the
cock continued to enter further and further, until it seemed there was to
be no end to it. David felt fuller than he had ever felt in his
life. Finally, finally, he felt the kid's pubic hairs scratching his ass
and knew he was fully inside him. Just the thought of this kid being that
far in with that much cock inside him, brought David close to the edge
again.

And then the boy began to fuck him. Imagine a fuck that takes thirty
seconds to fully enter, then thirty more to exit, that feeling of being
emptied and filled on a slow one-minute cycle! It was awesome to watch and
every man in the room became erect and dripping while every woman in the
room gushed juices like waterfalls.

For David it was as if he had entered some kind of sexual heaven. The
sensations seemed continuous and unending, not like the push-pull of
fucking. It was the difference between the short, quick sawing of a fiddle
and long sustained notes of a violin. His whole being became the lips of
his ass and the prostate that was electro-shocking his entire body. David
lost conscious awareness of his surroundings.

In all that was happening to him, the one thing that was never touched was
his cock!

The kid was good. His pace was slow and long. He did not vary the
pace. David was feeling the crescendo coming and was anxious to speed it
up. But the kid would have none of it. The pace continued inexorably and
the feelings built up slowly in David, he reached the point where he knew
he was going to come, it was utterly inevitable, but it was as if he was
held at the point of ultimate orgasm and could not QUITE cum. It was so
intense it was almost agony ... an exquisite agony!

How the kid could control himself, no one understood. It must have been
every bit as tantalizing for him. But he was an expert at this. Being
endowed with the world's most fabulous cock, he had believed from a very
early age that it behooved him to learn how to use it, control and share
it. He was a consummate artist of fucking!

When David came it was like the collapse of a dam. There was the pressure
deep in his balls and the feeling of cum building like a high pressure
reservoir just waiting for the breach. When the dam burst, the jet that
erupted from his aching quivering penis arced in a great white stream far
beyond the little flag planted on the black carpet. The second jet was only
a few inches short of the first, and even the last of the half a dozen
convulsing orgasmic jets fell all of three feet from the table.

The silence in the room almost spoke of reverence. Then first one, then
two, then everyone began applauding. The applause grew while cheering and
yelling began. The din went on for long minutes while David's bonds were
released. Freed from the tethers, David remained standing on the table, the
kid's great cock still buried deep in his ass and his arms holding David
around his chest. As the magnificent tool slowly and reluctantly withdrew,
David turned to him, hugged him tight and they kissed deeply. "Oh my god!"
said David.

That was David's initiation into the strange world of Julia's fetish
crowd. Apparently there were groups all over the country. `Only the best
people' were members. VERY exclusive. It had paid off quite handsomely for
Julia in this her Presidential year, her candidate had achieved a record of
note, one that would not be easily beaten. His ejaculate had flown several
feet past the flag marking the previous record.

David now understood that he'd actually been groomed for this! Quite how
Julia had engineered it he didn't know, but he just felt that her hand must
have been in it from the beginning. Was this why he'd got the job in the
first place? No answers yet.

The waiter with the elephant's cock was named Rodney or Rod. He was very
taken with David, and when the fuss and congratulations were over, and
they'd been toasted and were both quite drunk, they agreed to get away from
the party somewhere quiet.

Rod took David to the bedroom where his clothes were. They both hopped in
the shower and washed each other down. Sex seemed out of the question
following the shattering climax they'd both experienced. Even the
unbelievable Rodney said he had never cum so intensely before. David
dressed in his `slut/star' outfit, and Rod whistled. "Wanna go for a
drink?" he asked David.

"Sure, but aren't the pubs closed by now?"

"Not if you know where to go," winked Rod.

At the rear-alley back door of a traditional English pub in the High
Street, Rod gave a coded knock and they were admitted to a small private
party in the apparently closed pub.

"Come in boys," said a familiar voice ... ah, Mr. Jones, what a
surprise. That's quite an outfit!"