Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 20:15:31 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Embarrassment of Riches - Chapter Two

The Embarrassment of Riches
Chapter Two: The Box


The people, places and events of this story exist only in my (and now your)
imagination; therefore, any resembelences to real people, real places or
real events would be really cool.


It was a bright if cool Friday afternoon in September – the end of the
first week of the semester. It was the beginning of Johnnie and Calvin's
second year at the King James VI (of Scotland) University and they had
enjoyed spending "fresher's week" oogling the new talent on "campus" –
two Americanisms that had found their way into U.K. parlance.

Friday afternoon in a stuffy seminar room: Calvin and Johnnie had only
themselves to blame, taking an optional module in Shorthand Speed
Development for extra credit. And it convened on a Friday afternoon, for
crying out loud? Never the less, it was fraught with problems: boredom,
mindless tedium and (worst of all) the potential for actually learning
something. It was enough to send a shiver down Johnnie's spine.

Johnnie might have been able to concentrate better if he weren't being
distracted by Calvin. That wasn't new. Calvin was a source of constant
distraction, which Johnnie repayed in kind. The biggest difference between
them was that Johnnie had to work so much harder to succeed
academically. Many people would assume Johnnie was stupid or gullible, this
was not so – he was just easily bored, difficultly engaged and hard to
motivate. Also horney, which is also distracting.



Johnnie and Cal's friendship had been enduring for many years, having met
at the Earl of Lennox Boys School; a pricey private school where the two
rich boys had explored their sexuality together and pushed each other's
limits of exposure and sexual decency. They were constantly trying to outdo
one another, which was hard because each had become (almost)
unflappable. It was therefore a testament to Calvin's dedication that he
had been able to erode Johnnie's confidence.

"Because I'm not insane!" Johnnie whispered hostilely.

"No, you're not insane. But you made the bet..."

Johnnie cut Calvin off, "Only because I didn't think I'd lose."

"But you did lose," said Calvin, as if it were perfectly
reasonable. "Besides, what occasion that's started with the phrase `I
bet...' has ever ended well?"

"I'm not doing it," Johnnie said miserably.

"Johnnie, dearest," Calvin replied in a sultry whisper dripping with
sarcasm, "Of course you will..." Calvin slipped his hand under their shared
desk and rested it on Johnnie's knee. Sliding it up his friend's thigh, he
felt Johnnie stiffen. And then Johnnie's cock stiffened and Calvin added,
"...Because I'll be very grateful."



Johnnie pushed Calvin's hand away from his hardening cock and directed his
eyes towards the front of the room. Their tutor, Mr Carlisle, was
discussing something that Johnnie was finding increasingly hard to
follow. Johnnie wondered if he should worry that Mr Carlisle would notice
what he was about to do. However, the young man was in his stride and
paying so much attention to what he was saying that he completely failed to
notice those not paying any attention to what he was saying.

Johnnie liked Mr Carlisle and always had. When he and Calvin had been at
the well-to-do Earl of Lennox Boys School, Mr Carlisle had been their Media
Studies teacher. Johnnie and Calvin had always fancied the ass off him –
and more besides, but that was another story. Johnnie reflected on that
story – the incident in the corridor that had fuelled many a wanking
session – and wondered what had gone through Mr Carlisle's head when he
saw the boys again for the first time last year.

Johnnie knew what he liked the most about Mr Carlisle: the man looked quite
a lot like him. A similar shade of brown hair, light brown eyes, a slim and
athletic build. Johnnie was not sure why certain similarities should be so
appealing but the man was very very appealing. Cal had once suggested that
everyone finds physical similarity in a partner appealing – hence why
one looks in the mirror while jerking off.

The moral of Johnnie's daydream was: Mr Carlisle was still smoking hot.

That was not a helpful thought given what was coming.

Mr Carlisle was an enthusiastic fellow who had a habit of getting ahead of
himself and going off on a tangent. Once he was in his stride Mr Carlisle's
students were powerless to stop the tirade of information that was not
strictly speaking – and by `strictly' one means `at all' – relevant
to their present studies.

The second hour of their present tutorial was dedicated to exercises
involving the shorthand alphabet; answering as many questions as could be
handled on a Friday afternoon without resorting to self-harm. Anyone could
ask for help if they wanted to, but no-one did.



King James VI (of Scotland) University was located near the city of
Stirling and, though not as prestigious as the Universities attached to the
big cities, it had a long-standing reputation. It was an amalgamation of
old and new – old stone buildings erected a few hundred years ago and
new structures that looked as much like a greenhouse as they did an
educational facility.



"Are you gonna get on with it?" asked Calvin, nudging Johnnie with his
elbow.

Calvin was a couple of inches taller than Johnnie, who was a few inches
short of six feet tall. His hair was short and tidy, its light brown colour
muted further by how short it had been cut. In a few weeks it would be long
enough to coif again.

"I'm psyching myself up," Johnnie replied.

In what was laughably called a tutorial at the arse-end of the working
week, a dozen students were hunched, slumped or comatosed over the desk in
front of them. One lad at the front of the room was calculating the volume
of alcohol necessary to erase two hours of tutorial plus the volume needed
get pissed, minus the volume that will require stomach pumping.

It was reassuring for Johnnie that his humiliation might just go
unnoticed. Though if Johnnie really thought he'd get caught he would have
told Calvin where to stick it. He only agreed to the bet because he was
confident he wouldn't lose but if he did, Mr Carlisle's class was the most
acceptable venue for his forfeit. The tutorial was always like this.

The temperature was unseasonably warm and humid (for an September
afternoon) and Johnnie was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, nothing
underneath, with contrasting black jeans. Soon, the Jeans would not be part
of his outfit.

Calvin's hand was back on Johnnie's leg.



The room was tiered – with a few steps every couple of rows so the back
of the room looked down on the front. Johnnie was happy to have the higher
ground.

After checking the coast clear, Johnnie pushed Calvin's hand away (again)
and as unobtrusively as possible unbuckled his belt. He kicked off his
trainers and, knowing how meticulous Calvin was to the terms and conditions
of a given bet or deal or wager or dare, pulled his socks off using his
toes.

"If you lose, you have to strip naked from the waist down in Mr Carlisle's
Friday tutorial," Calvin had said four days ago. And Johnnie had lost.

His belt unbuckled and jeans undone, Johnnie lifted his arse off his chair
and unceremoniously pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor. No point
prolonging the agony, the quicker it was done and the fewer the moves, the
less likely he was to be caught. Bunched around his ankles, he slipped his
feet out and was, to Calvin's satisfaction, naked from the waist down.

"I should get my head examined," Said Johnnie, completely unable to
concentrate.

"You did get you head examined. The great MRI summer of 2009... Happy
days," Calvin said with mock reminiscence.

Calvin was happy to maintain their natural banter in spite of the fact
Johnnie was half naked with his cock and balls on show. But then, Calvin
wasn't half-naked in a class of twenty guys with his cock and balls on
show.



Johnnie could not stop looking around – checking no-one had spotted
him. He and Calvin were the only students seated in the back row and the
others had little reason to look back. He was resigned to pay his debt and
besides, it was a bit of a thrill. A potentially public thrill, but a
thrill none the less. Calvin once again returned his hand to Johnnie's leg,
sliding it from his knee and then up his thigh. Johnnie tensed and felt
blood rush to his penis.

He knew this would happen but Johnnie never-the-less tried to stem his
arousal. Calvin's fingers brushed the underside of Johnnie's scrotum which
caused the seven and a half inch organ to throb, the foreskin to retract,
the head to secrete its transparent juices. Johnnie hadn't even realised
he'd closed his eyes until all thoughts were erased from his mind by the
booming voice from the front of the room.

"Ok everyone. You can go," Called Mr Carlisle "I think that's enough for
one day."

Johnnie had felt his gut clench for a moment, terrified he had been caught
reacting reflexively to sexual stimulation. The thought of Mr Carlisle
coming to investigate what had caused a look of pleasure to cross Johnnie's
face terrified him... almost as much as it excited him. It wouldn't be the
first time the teacher had seen Johnnie's penis, nor even the second time.

But Mr Carlisle had other things on his mind than the dirty tricks of
eighteen year old boys... his loss. Their tutor packed up his briefcase and
departed, exchanging a few passing words with some of the lads near the
front of the room. Johnnie tensed at the thought that the boys in the row
in front of him and Calvin might turn to catch him half-naked but they
didn't seem to pay any attention.

Once Mr Carlisle had left, Calvin slid closer to Johnnie and kissed him on
the cheek. Their on/ off relationship was well known – known for being
more off than on - and Johnnie considered himself privileged to have never
(or very seldom at least) have faced significant hostility for his
sexuality.

From the front of the room a couple of guys saw them kiss but nothing was
said. Johnnie had, before he `came out' feared the threat of physical
violence but apparently boys kissing other boys just didn't cause the stir
it used to. There was the occasional "tut" of disapproval but British
people tut if you skip the cheque in a supermarket so one couldn't be sure
what the tut was really for.



Calvin turned to face Johnnie, putting his leg over and sitting on
Johnnie's knee. Calvin could feel the cock throb beneath him. A few people
had noticed now, but neither Calvin nor Johnnie was paying any attention to
them now.

Calvin's hands slid into Johnnie's shirt, caressing his shoulders. Calvin's
fingers traced lines around Johnnie's left nipple before they started to
unbutton his shirt.

Johnnie breathed loudly.

Too loudly?

Johnnie only briefly wondered about it – he was too distracted by the
tongue exploring his mouth. When Calvin's hands reached the bottom button,
they lingered to stroke the tidy bush of pubic hair then, after another
half minute or so Calvin's hands slipped the shirt off Johnnie's
shoulders. Johnnie's eyes flew open – the breeze as the shirt fell had
tingled the tiny hairs at the small of his back. Calvin was relentless and
was now kissing Johnnie's neck.

"Cal, am I naked?" Johnnie whispered, though the last two boys were already
at the bottom of the room and departing.

"Hmm?" replied Calvin as if he had no idea what his friend had meant. "Yea,
I think so."

Calvin smiled, swung off Johnnie's lap and stood. Calvin's cock, a
magnificent organ, was at full mast but contained within a pair of cord
trousers. The outline was obvious to Johnnie, but perhaps only because he
knew to look. Calvin bent over his friend and kissed him again before
picking up the shirt and striding with long legs towards the front of the
room.

"Very funny." Johnnie said, not shouting but whispering very loudly to
avoid attracting the attention of students passing by the open door. "Come
back and gimmie that."

Calvin stopped and turned but did not walk back to him. "You think me
taking this," holding up the shirt, "...is funny?" he asked.

Johnnie felt with his feet for the rest of his clothes – his feet hit
something so he looked underneath. He trainers and nothing more remained.

Johnnie's heart beat quickened.



"Laters," Said Calvin, already at the door.

"No! Don't! Fuck!" Now Johnnie was shouting but only to an empty room.

His clothes, obviously taken by the two seated in front would be halfway
across site by now.

Johnnie and Calvin had had sex in a few dangerous places before. They had
also toyed and teased each other publically. More recently, they had
exposed each other in their dorms. Stolen each other's towels when
swimming, fucked about at school (and got caught) and worse than
that. Johnnie tried not to think about the staff room incident...

"Focus, Johnnie," he admonished himself, realising his cock had given an
excited throb.

But like this?

This was new.

Neither Johnnie nor Calvin had done this before.

Johnnie wished his cock would go down and wished the trill didn't make him
want to blow his load all over the floor without even touching his
cock. Johnnie looked out the ground floor window to see if anyone was
looking in – the room was located in John Gierson building which,
thankfully, was sufficiently isolated from the student shop and union to be
less frequented as a socialising spot.

Johnnie dashed in a crouched position to the aisle beside his desk and made
his way to the front of the room. He suspected he looked ridiculous –
cock stiff and pointing straight out as he made his way, bandy-legged
towards the door. He hoped Calvin was just messing with him, that his
friend would be right outside.

Calvin was not outside the room!

But there was still a steady stream of people and Johnnie had no desire to
expose himself to them. He stepped back from the doorway and took a deep
breath. His cock was finally softening, which provided little relief since
Johnnie was still naked and being caught flaccid was (probably) only mildly
less embarrassing than being caught with a raging hard-on.

Johnnie's eye caught sight of the store room at the back and he hoped Mr
Carlisle had not locked it. Johnnie did not bother to cover his ass as he
went back to the rear of the room. If someone saw him, two small hands
would not cover his arse – not even one as petite as his.

Johnnie was a tall lad; eighteen years old with short caramel brown hair
and spindly sparsely-haired legs. And a cute, tight gluteus maximus.

A noise behind him gave Johnnie a start just as he was reaching the door to
the store room. He turned to see someone in the doorway – they were
standing in profile rather than looking into the room but Johnnie knew he
had only seconds.

He turned the handle and the door, mercifully, opened he stepped in just in
time.



Whoever was there must have seen something – a shift in the light or a
blur in the periphery of his vision because he called out.

"Hello? Anyone there?" It sounded to Johnnie like Daniel Helm.

Daniel was a friend of Johnnie's and Calvin's but had never, to Johnnie's
knowledge, even set foot in the John Gierson building. He's never had any
reason to since he and Tom, a fellow undergraduate, both studied Psychology
in the George Younger building.

"Hello?" Daniel called again, stretching the last vowel.

Johnnie decided to take the chance that Daniel might help. He opened the
door again and peered out, keeping the door as closed as possible. He saw
his friend and knew it was all part of Calvin's game.

"Daniel?" Johnnie said.

"Johnnie. Hey," he replied, confused. "What are you doing in there? And
where's Cal?" He looked around, as if he could have missed him in an empty
room. "He wanted me to meet him here... admittedly, I'm five minutes late."

Johnnie suddenly suspected that Daniel was supposed to have bared witness
to Calvin's victorious departure but, never one to be beaten, had changed
his plans when Daniel was not already here when the tutorial had
ended. This was better, Cal would have reasoned. Now Johnnie, if he was to
get any help, had to expose himself and tell someone what had happened. So
to speak.

"Come here a minute," Johnnie called.

Daniel obliged, reaching the top of the room in a few quick, bouncy
strides. "What're you doing?" he asked as it finally dawned that Johnnie
was hiding behind the door.

"Hiding," Johnnie replied. It was a simple reply, but he felt it succinctly
conveyed the pertinent information.

"Why?" Daniel asked.

Johnnie's heart beat faster again. "I'm... I'm a little bit naked in here,"
he said.

Daniel's eyebrow's rose then fell, he smiled then laughed. "Fuck off," he
replied.

"No, Daniel. Really, I am," Johnnie heard a mild panic quiver his voice.

Daniel was not convinced.

"I'm not convinced," said Daniel.

"Look. Just get me some clothes, will you?" Johnnie said exasperatedly.

"Stop arsing around, Johnnie." Daniel said and Johnnie suddenly realised
that his friend genuinely did not believe him.

Daniel had never seen him naked, though it was still early in the first
semester so Johnnie and Calvin just hadn't had the time yet. Daniel had
moved into the halls of residence only last week, because his commute had
"sucked" so had not had a chance to be privy to their dorm-based escapades.

Johnnie opened the door and Daniel nearly fell over.



Johnnie Barring stood up straight, arms at his side and head held high.

He wasn't ashamed of his body – a six-pack that wanted to be an
eight-pack and toned belly made him attractive and physically fit though he
never felt he tried very hard to maintain it. Thus he looked like an
underwear model without the pressure of trying too hard or having to
boycotting chocolate.

Daniel was staring and Johnnie was aware that the longer he bared all, the
more chance of another student passing by in the corridor or peeking in
through the window. He closed the door over again and put his head back
around its edge.

"Please help me out," Johnnie said.

Daniel swallowed hard and could not help squeeze his cock through his
shorts. Johnnie's eyes caught the movement and the sight of Daniel, himself
an attractive man, adjusting himself caused Johnnie's dick to stir again.

Daniel was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt and running shorts. Daniel's
thighs and legs had dark hairs that clung to his Mediterranean skin.

"Daniel! Help me," Johnnie repeated his plea.

"I... I don't have any spare clothes," He replied.

"Gimmie your underwear," Johnnie retorted.

"I'm not wearing any." Daniel replied without thinking.

"Really?" asked Johnnie, tilting his head and gazing at Daniel's
crotch. The outline of a cock against the shorts was even more pleasing
with that knowledge.

"Well... I never wear any when I go running..." Daniel shifted
uncomfortably.

Johnnie opened the door again and his hard cock took Daniel by
surprise. Johnnie grabbed Daniel by the collar and pulled him into the
room.

Johnnie's dick poked into Daniel's crotch as he stepped close and kissed
him. Daniel did not pull away but the kiss felt uneasy. Johnnie stayed
close; feeling his cock throb with blood next to Daniel's equally filled
muscle. As Johnnie's lips nipped Daniel's ear, he finally pulled away from
the naked boy's advances.



"I thought you were with Calvin," Daniel said. It was as much a statement
as a question.

"Well... not exactly. Sometimes I am," Johnnie replied.

It was as truthful an assertion as he was able to make – Johnnie and
Calvin had been friends for many many years: they had (literally) slept
together many many times and had had sex many many more times than that,
they had never really been a `couple'.

Johnnie elaborated with: "Cal is kinda my on-again, off-again
not-boyfriend."

"Right," Daniel said uncertainly. "Which is pretty much the same as being
his boyfriend?"

Johnnie smiled noncommittally but snorted at the idea. But Johnnie's
mockery seemed to incense Daniel, whose face had turned angry.

"Look, maybe you," Daniel raised his big brown eyes, "...and Calvin? Maybe
you guys are happy to fool around or fuck around but I'd rather not,
thanks."

Daniel no longer looked angry, but disappointed and sincerely turned off,
which turned Johnnie off too - nothing deflated a cock like indignation.

Johnnie was about to defend himself: he and Calvin might not be monogamous
but they weren't easy whoring rent boys either- his friend seemed to have
gotten him all wrong. He was about to say so but Daniel was already out the
room.



Daniel sauntered the final steps out of the room, turning to grin at the
last minute. Had Daniel been taking the piss? Perhaps making an excuse not
to help? Either way, Daniel had left without Johnnie getting something to
wear.

Johnnie weighed his options: there was no way he could streak his way
across the campus and all the way back to the halls of residence. Stealth
was an impossibility due to the number of open spaces between the John
Gierson building and the halls of residence that would be his final
destination. Even finding somewhere where there might be clothes he could
steal – he didn't exactly have any way of buying any from someone - or
perhaps borrow from was beyond Johnnie's ability to think at the moment.

Johnnie decided he could not leave the room naked, no matter where (or if)
along the way he picked up clothing.

He started to look around the room and began to form a plan. Since he could
not avoid being seen, he had no option but to be seen – an obvious
conclusion. However, he'd be arrested if he stepped out with his cock and
balls swinging and he had no interest in them appearing on the internet
within 15 seconds of the first camera-phone pic being taken.

If starkers was not a viable option, Johnnie would have to MacGyver
something from his present environment – preferably something that would
not look like it had been stapled together in a store room.

Nope.

Johnnie's only option was little better than something that looked like it
had been stapled together in a store room.

He found a small box, a few inches wider than his hips, and on it was the
words "handle with care."

Given the fact that Johnnie was about to put his fragile `equipment'
inside, it felt like an apt use for the box. Johnnie emptied its contents:
polystyrene nuggets and a piece of equipment he could not even
identify. Using a pair of scissors he cut two holes that were just big
enough for his legs. Stepping into the box and feeling justifiably
ridiculous, Johnnie refilled the box with the polystyrene nuggets that had
protected the unidentified device during transport. The nuggets were now
protecting his equipment and providing some coverage for it too. Ready as
he'd ever be, Johnnie took a deep breath and re-entered the main room.

There were a few consolations: there were slightly fewer students around on
a Friday afternoon – most were already ramping up their blood-alcohol
levels. It was also September and although the heat had been a welcome
surprise, and was remaining even as the evening drew closer, there was some
coverage to be offered by the early setting of the sun. This was not a
consolation for any romantic reason but because sunset brought darkness.

If he had any difficulties getting back to his room, darkness would be a
valuable asset. Johnnie had reached the door, closed by Daniel as he
left. For a brief moment Johnnie's heart fluttered at the thought of it
being locked and that he'd be stuck in the room all weekend. No such luck.

The handle turned easily and Johnnie stepped out, wearing only a box, into
the corridor.



Gasping followed by an abundance of stunned silence were the first things
to hit Johnnie.

Then some laughter.

Johnnie could have done without the moment being immortalised by megapixel
camera phones by the next lot of guys and dolls who spotted him and by the
time he reached the exit to the building, there was outright cheering and
catcalls. A few people came up to peer in, hoping for a cock shot but
spying only pubes or the root of his dick if the nuggets shifted in their
favour.

Another boy joked: "You're gonna need a bigger box." This comment resulted
in an uproar of laughter as the lad who made the joke was mocked by his
pals. They pointed out that he had implied the box was not big enough –
and what would he know about how big its contents were? Johnnie walked on,
ignoring the puerile and unimaginative comments.

He never let the jokes sting; there was jealousy in most of the
comments. Johnnie, and Cal for that matter, were known for being rich and
privileged, and the idea that a rich boy could be torn down and humiliated
was probably appealing to the masses. More likely, the jeers were simply
astonishment at his exposure.

Johnnie was unfazed for the most part: he was tall, handsome and ripped. He
was a walking wet dream with a body most guys would kill for, thus Johnnie
had no compunction in showing it off. He would have rather not showed it
off so publically but here he was, stepping into the sun.

The weakening sun was still warm and dazzled Johnnie as he stepped
outside. Although the commotion inside had been mildly unpleasant, it had
subsided quickly. Most people did not follow a naked guy around. Johnnie
would have, but most people knew well enough to mind their own. Johnnie
guessed the lack of more a bold response to his predicament was probably
because those who had seen him feared similar treatment. His present
predicament has some resemblance to the kind of hazing pranks that Johnnie
had read about (and by `read about' one means `seen in gay pron'), but it
was hardly something anyone else should be on guard for.

This is Scotland, Johnnie reasoned. He was dubious that half the hazing
pranks he'd "read about" happening in the USA actually happened but they
defiantly did not happen in any university he'd ever heard of in
Britain. Johnnie only knew the term `hazing' from his relationship with his
computer, the one he'd cheated on with a box of tissues.



A cool breeze touched his ankles and tingled his nipples. As he headed for
the flight of steps that led up to the main courtyard, Johnnie tried to
plan the shortest route home. More laughing and cheering and photos
followed but Johnnie tried not to imagine how many dozens of people were
seeing like this. Johnnie took the stairs carefully; the lunging motion
necessary for ascent stretched the holes in the box that his thighs
occupied. He could not afford for the box to split or for the holes to
become wide enough for the polystyrene nuggets to start empting out.

At the top of the stairs he saw Calvin, Daniel and Tom Dawes – the only
one missing from their usual group was Victor. Johnnie and Calvin were the
youngest in the group but Tom, who was barely a year older, still looked
the youngest.

Tom was five foot seven, average though slim physique, delicate features
and an inability to grow facial hair; he was cute and boy-ish with hair
that was a ginger shade of blonde. On first meeting Tom a year ago, Johnnie
had thought he was only sixteen but he had just turned eighteen. Tom still
looked only sixteen and had innocent eyes that were very sweet. He was a
stark contrast to Calvin and Daniel, both tall enough to tower over Tom and
distinctly more rugged looking.

If Johnnie was worried about his earlier encounter with Daniel, he needn't
have been. Daniel smiled as Johnnie approached – wearing his box.

"We've been waiting for you." Said Calvin.

"Really? I don't know what could have kept me." Johnnie replied with
nonchalance. "You got something for me to wear?"

"What's wrong with what you're wearing?" Tom asked innocently, hits of his
Glasgow accent (albeit a well-spoken one) bleeding through.

Tom's emerald eyes made him quite beautiful and, shamefully, Johnnie felt
blood rush to his penis again. Although his cock thickened, it did not
become erect. But then, Calvin reached into the box; he gripped Johnnie's
cock and gently squeezed, it only took a second – his hand had already
gone and instead took out a polystyrene nugget.

"So! You're using these nuggets to hide you're nuggets then?" Calvin said.

Johnnie ignored him and mentally chastised his now semi-hard dick for its
response. Half-hard, barely clothed and outdoors was exciting but now was
not the time to be aroused.

"Do you fancy coming for a drink with us?" Daniel asked.

"I should get changed first." Johnnie said.

"We can go somewhere with a lax dress code if you like." Tom said with
bright eyes and an impish grin.

Johnnie couldn't help but smile at the way Tom tossed out flippant comments
– always without malice; even in circumstances like this Johnnie found
Tom endearing. Damn Tom and his cuteness. Tom stepped closer and looked
into the box, then he cocked his head and looked up at Johnnie.

"Are you really naked in that?" he asked with some concern, dropping his
voice by several decibels.

"He is." Said Calvin. "I'll prove it."

A second later Calvin had taken Tom's hand and plunged it into the
box. Johnnie leaped with a start as Tom's hand copped a feel at his balls –
polystyrene flew everywhere; caught in the nice breeze that had first
stiffened his nipples a few minutes ago. Tom didn't seem to know what to
do. He'd had a puppy-dog admiration (lust?) for Johnnie since they had met
at University last year and it seemed to have redoubled since the academic
year started just a few weeks ago.

Tom took his hand out the box. "Sorry," he said, looking embarrassed.

"It's ok," Johnnie insisted, not-remotely annoyed about the groping but
pretty annoyed about the box now being half empty. He didn't blame Tom
though, it was Calvin's fault. Johnnie was about to point this out when he
heard yelling.

"HEY!"

The group looked around and caught sight of an angry-looking and
rarely-seen security officer.

"Shit! When I say run, run... Run!" Whoever called this was lost in the
frantic dash that ensued.



They all headed towards their halls of residence; usually more than ten
minutes walk away as it was located on the edge of the university
grounds. Their mad dash to escape the furious figure of authority would
reduce that time.

Although Johnnie was somewhat hampered since he was wearing a box, which
was not conducive to sprinting, he made good time. To Calvin's credit he
stayed by his friend, even as Tom and Daniel raced ahead. Calvin took
Johnnie's hand and ran with him. Soon, the chase was ended and the pair had
reached the sports fields that sat adjacent to the Halls; the security man
long lost behind them.

Calvin pulled Johnnie to the side of the training annexe. Johnnie's cheeks
were flushed and his breathing heavy, the box was torn and askew, Johnnie's
chest and armpits shone with sweat.

Calvin kissed him and reached into the box. `Cheeky bastard,' Johnnie
thought. By way of reciprocity, Johnnie reached out and fumbled with
Calvin's zipper. Johnnie felt the box slip down a bit and his cock head
felt cool air. The frenzied kissing was broken only when they ran out of
breath. Johnnie pulled roughly on Calvin's belt and undid the button. With
the cords now open, Johnnie put a hand on the waistband and yanked them
down then knelt before his on-again, off-again not-boyfriend.

Life was an awfully big adventure with these two. They enjoyed their games,
dares, teases, humiliations, tricks and games (again). This was just
another game, another adventure: Johnnie almost naked and Cal was getting
his cock sucked behind the school gym (figuratively speaking).

Gripping a buttock in each hand Johnnie touched the tip of Calvin's cock
with his tongue. The organ responded appreciatively as Johnnie extended his
tongue, resting the magnificent organ on it. Johnnie moved closer to
Calvin's groin, drawing the dick deeper into his mouth. A warmth enveloped
Calvin's dick and Johnnie expertly tightened his lips around the shaft
while swirling his tongue around it.

The excitement of being almost naked outside, of having been chased and of
not being old enough or mature enough to know better made giving a blow job
outside exhilarating. Almost as exhilarating as receiving a blow job
outside by an almost naked man. There was no-one around to watch, even here
on the sports field. The area around them, for the time being, was
deserted.

Calvin thrust once; he was gentle so Johnnie would not gag. Johnnie
extracted the cock from his mouth and kissed it and licked it; flicking his
tongue rapidly across the eye. He could feel Calvin tensing, edging closer
to an early climax so Johnnie stopped being so provocative and instead blew
a cool breath on the cock head. Calvin still shivered with pleasure but no
enough to cum.

Calvin looked down and Johnnie and lifted his chin with his right hand; his
thumb brushing Johnnie's lips. Johnnie could read Calvin's mind –
perhaps he knew his friend too well – and stood up. Calvin tore at the
box, pulling it apart where it had already weakened around Johnnie's
thighs. The box gave way and fell to the ground as two equally useless
scraps.



Johnnie stood naked at the side of the University sports building. There
was no-one milling around to catch him, or Calvin, so exhibited but the
ecstatic rush was still exhilarating. He took Calvin's dick in his hand and
pulled, they came together again and locked lips. Their bodies were close
together, just far separate enough for each to masturbate the other. It
brought back memories, behind the Earl of Lennox school at the start of
their sixth year: pants around their ankles and nearly getting caught by
the fifth year lads.

In the moments leading up to their mutual climax, Johnnie longed to feel
Calvin inside him. Indeed, the only thing stopping such intimacy was the
lack of protection. The whole world could watch for all he cared, but
Johnnie (and Cal) was always careful.

A gentle breeze came between them and cooled their clammy skin. Calvin's
cords and underwear were still bunched at his ankles and the wind kissed at
Calvin's naked legs and buttocks and at Johnnie's naked everything. They
came together - pressing their bodies together as it happened in a
wonderful and messy expression of satisfaction. Ejaculate smeared on both
their stomachs and leaked onto the clothes bundled at Calvin's
feet. Johnnie and Calvin remained embraced while their trainers were
fertilised with the last vestiges of their passion.

Calvin was the first to break the embrace; pulling up his soiled underwear
and cords.

"Couldn't borrow the briefs, could I?" asked Johnnie.

"Nonsense." Replied Calvin "It's not far now to get home and your arse
looks great in the sunset."

The sun was even lower in the sky now; setting fire to the horizon and
burning the last vestiges of the day in an inferno of orange and red. And
the purple prose prize goes to...

"Whatever." Johnnie said, feigning nonchalance.

They began walking, Johnnie could feel his skin begin to cool but he
suppressed the shiver that threatened him. There was no-one around as they
crossed the football field, nor as they traversed the running tracks. As
they approached the hall of residence that overlooked the sports fields,
Johnnie cupped his balls and cock which now mercifully flaccid.

Three Halls stood on University grounds, with others located
off-campus. Theirs was the nearest of the three and would soon be
surrounded by a halo of sunset. Just now, Johnnie was glad he didn't have
to walk any further in the buff than he already had.

Calvin held the door open for Johnnie - sparing him the indignity of a
single-handed cock cupping. A few people were milling around near the
entrance vestibule but none said anything or enquired about why Johnnie was
naked. Tom and Daniel had no doubt already regaled the group with the
tale. Johnnie was a little disappointed that no-one was keen to talk to him
about it but was rather pleased how receptive they seemed to nudity in the
building. Boys will be boys – guys always enjoy nudity; or at least that
had been Johnnie's observation from six years of all-boys high school and a
first year of University under his belt.

Guys like nudity! That might prove entertaining when Johnnie plotted Cal's
comeuppance. Johnnie followed Calvin upstairs to the first floor where
their rooms were located. On the landing, they met Tom who was even more
surprised to see Johnnie's modesty covered only by his hands than he was
seeing Johnnie wearing a box.

"You made it back ok then?" Tom asked, his voice perceptibly higher than
usual.

Both Calvin and Johnnie had already concluded that Tom fancied them both.

"Yea, we just got held up. Well... something was getting up at any rate."
Calvin replied.

Johnnie dropped his hands and Tom blushed. "I think I'm gonna take a
shower." He said.

Although Tom tried not to look, Johnnie was glad he did because he liked
the attention. Johnnie found himself fantasising about young Tom (young Tom
being a year older than Johnnie himself) and decided he might just
fantasise about Tom in the shower. In short order however, his fantasies
turned to Calvin – his best friend intruding on his thoughts more and
more lately and Johnnie wondered what that meant. There just wasn't enough
time in the day for all the fantasises in Johnnie's brain.

He was going to need a bigger box of tissues.







Please consider making a donation to Nifty to cover their running
costs. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Also, the only gratuities authors recieve are the responses of our readers,
so if you enjoyed this story copy and paste my email and send me a
message. niftyencomiums@gmail.com

I'd also like to thank all the people who took the time to write to me
after chapter one. Please keep your feedback coming.



If you are enjoying this story, I have also written:

School Exhitionism - see the High School section: July 14 2007.

The Symposium - see the Authoritarian or Athletics section: Sept 15 2015.