Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 23:02:12 -0500
From: Richard Westgate <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: The Naked Student Chapter 1&2

This story is mostly fictitious and the names do not refer to any actual
persons living or dead. The story is an original creation of the author
and may not be reproduced in any format or arena other than the Nifty
Archive, without express written permission of the author. This story
contains descriptions of fictional sexual encounters between men. If you
do not like such stories, don't read it. If you do read it, don't
complain about being offended, you have been warned.

This story is second of a series of stories about naked adventures. The
first is in the Adult-Youth section, entitled, "The Naked School
Teacher". Stories to come at some time in the future are, "The Naked
Innocent", "The Naked Model", "The Naked Runner."

Comments may be sent to the author at rwestgate@rogers.com. I will try to
respond to helpful and constructive comments, though I will ignore
anything abusive.

Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Richard.


The Naked Student

Chapter 1: In the Days of My Youth.

I woke up to boys when I was eight. My brother, as usual, was told,
"Take David with you and keep an eye on him!" So here I was, tagging
along with Terry, five years older than me with half-a-dozen of his
friends.

We lived at the edge of Hastings, a small town on the English Channel.
One side of our road was houses, but the other side was farmland and
woods. As a kid, I spent an idyllic childhood playing in Coghurst Woods.

This day the boys seemed especially rambunctious, and when they picked up
Ken at his house they immediately took hold of his arms and frog-marched
him up the street.

"What're they doing?" I asked Terry.

"Ken made us mad and we're gonna kill him!" replied my
thirteen-year-old brother.

My jaw dropped, "Really?" I said all gullibility and innocence.

"Nah, not really," Terry confessed, "but we're gonna make him pay."
I trotted up the street behind the lynch mob, curious to see what would
happen.

When we reached the nearest field out of sight of the road, they lay poor
Ken down on the ground. I stood goggle-eyed watching.

"Take his trousers off," said my brother. Like a bolt of lightening I
felt my gut tighten. YES! I wanted to see this! I watched without
breathing while they loosed his belt and began to undo his fly-buttons.

One by one, the buttons popped on his grey flannel trousers. His shirt
came un-tucked and spread untidily out from his waist. I could see his
belly button. Ken struggled frantically and though he was quite small and
skinny, it took one boy on each limb to hold him down. He was yelling and
screaming and crying. Tears and snot mingled on his sweaty face.

They ignored his cries.

Finally all his buttons were open and his underwear was showing. I moved
in closer to see what would happen next. I became aware that I
desperately wanted them to completely remove his trousers, and maybe his
underwear too.

They started tugging at the sides of his trousers, so that they descended
down his thighs. His shirt was riding higher up his body, now completely
exposing his chest. His underwear was a pair old-fashioned 1950's
off-white cotton boxer shorts with a button less fly. The fly enticingly
gapped a bit. I held my breath craning my neck to see what was inside,
but in vain.

With his trousers down to his knees, Ken was now sobbing inconsolably,
yet I felt no pity for him, I just wanted to see his thing! I would give
anything, ANYTHING to see it. I did not stop then to wonder why I felt
this way, but then I was only eight.

Now they turned their attention to his underwear, and began to pull
ever-so-gently down, so that they began to reveal more of his abdomen. He
had no hair yet, and I was completely mesmerized by the sight of the
growing expanse of white skin leading down to --- oh god, hurry up!

"Okay, that's enough," said my brother, " let him go."

What? Let him go? No, no, no! Keep going, take them all the way off! I
wanna see, I wanna see! Oddly, looking back, the other boys obeyed my
brother without question.

I stared at the scene. Ken, all tears and runny nose, cursing and
swearing at his tormentors, struggling to get his trousers up, tucking in
his shirt, "a person can have a heart attack like that," he yelled. I
could not believe that so close to the ultimate goal, I could be denied
my look at another boy's private parts.

I never forgot that scene, and I never forgot my intense disappointment
at the anti-climactic outcome.
Chapter 2: Naked in the Night!

Some time after this incident I became interested in getting naked
myself. I would take my pajamas off in bed and wriggle under the sheets,
delighting in the feeling of naughtiness, and the sheets rubbing against
my skin.

One day I got the idea to climb out of my bedroom window to stand naked
out in the open night air. Since I shared a room with my brother, I could
only do this on evenings when he was out, so this didn't start happening
until I was around eleven. He was sixteen by then and was allowed to go
out with friends or girlfriends, so I had the room to myself and could
jump out of our bungalow bedroom window without anyone knowing.

I would run around our back yard as far as I dared. I became bolder as
time went on, and I even went to the very back of our garden that
bordered onto a farmer's field. I was a bit nervous that neighbours on
either side could see me, but I kept a lookout for the lights in their
houses. It didn't occur to me that someone could be looking out of a
darkened window!

Eventually I got bold enough to go a little way up the side of the house
between our house and the house next door, passing my sister's bedroom
window. Younger than me, she should be fast asleep and not looking out,
but I always stared hard at her window to make sure! Then I watched the
windows of the house next door like a hawk to see if anyone would peer
out at the young naked boy next door with the painfully erect penis!

I never got caught, or even seen. As far as I know!

One day I was alone in Coghurst Woods, and I decided to take every stitch
of clothing off, hide them and run naked around in the woods. It was a
bright hot sunny day. I ran down a pathway surrounded by tall grasses and
trees, reveling in the feeling of the warm sun kissing my skin and the
cool wind stroking me gently over every square inch of my naked body. As
I bounded out into a clearing, I was stunned to find a poisonous snake
curled up directly in my path, sunning itself, oblivious to the pounding
naked child bearing down on it at a full tilt! It was an Adder, the only
poisonous snake in the British Isles, sometimes known as the Viper, and
distinguished by the prominent "V" marking on its head.

I could not stop. I was going way to fast! So I jumped in absolute panic
and sailed right over the curled up form, almost expecting it to rear up
and bite my balls as they sailed exposed and vulnerable over its head!
But it didn't move or show any sign that it even knew I was there!

My heart pounding painfully in my chest from exertion and fright, I
decided to return immediately to find my clothes and go home. Easier said
than done! I had to find another way around. No way was I jumping back
over the snake! This involved going out onto the main trail instead of
the narrow animal path I had come down. Other people were around and I
hid in the underbrush until they passed, suffering the bites of
irritating little insects. It was a long time before I did this again!

One day, roaming the woods with the younger brother of my best friend,
and wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts slung low on my hips. I
got horny from our rough and tumble play. I pulled myself up on a branch,
dangling with my feet off the ground. "No pulling shorts down!" I
yelled at my companion, who of course immediately yanked my shorts off,
leaving me dangling with a rock hard boner that was dripping like a leaky
tap! He ran off laughing like a drain, taking my only article of clothing
with him!

I hung there for a while, feeling unbelievably exposed and horny as hell,
wanting -- I don't know what I was wanting - I just knew there was
something. Then my predicament hit me! I'm naked, half a mile from home.
It's broad daylight, and Michael has run off with my shorts! What the
hell was I going to do?

So I did the only thing I could, I ran as if pursued by the devil to
catch him up and get the shorts back!

Being so interested in getting naked, you might imagine that I was quite
open and comfortable with my body. But actually, the opposite is true.
Apart from a few kids who played naked games with me, I was completely
petrified of anyone else seeing me. If my parents even suspected that I
liked to be naked, I thought I would die of shame, or the universe would
come to a calamitous end! I don't know why I thought that way, but
that's how I was.

Getting changed on the beach was an exercise of extreme complexity for me
as a child. My mother would have to hold an enormous towel around me
while I fumbled endlessly to remove my pants and don my swim trunks, or
vice versa. If I thought there was the tiniest chance of anyone catching
the slightest glimpse of those secret and shameful bits and pieces down
there, I'd scream bloody murder! Looking back on it, I was probably
certifiably, pathologically paranoid about my body.

All the more strange, then, that I would be so interested in being naked
outdoors where no-one could see me, and was so fascinated with the idea
of secretly seeing other boys naked.

By the age of thirteen or fourteen, I was having rigid, almost painful
erections, seemingly without cause. I would leak conspicuous amounts of
pre-cum, so much that my underwear would be soaked and had my school
pants not been black, would have shown my shame to all and sundry.

Oddly, I never discovered masturbation. Or perhaps it would be truer to
say that I had this deeply ingrained idea that to touch my dick and play
with it was so dirty, disgusting and shameful, that it never really
occurred to me to try to do anything to relieve that surging, pulsating
purple rod between my legs!

The very first time I even heard of the activity that I later came to
know as `masturbation' happened with my friend Chris and his younger
brother. We were lying together in the long grass behind a hedge-like row
of bushes bordering the road and directly opposite my house. It was late
on a summer evening, which meant that it was still light and would be
until long after we'd all gone to bed. Playing our usual `truth or
dare' games, I was lying there with my shirt pulled right up and my
pants down, exposing my still pre-pubescent little member. Michael was
relaying some conversation he'd had with kids in his class. One of their
older brothers had told them about masturbation. Michael said, "You move
it up and down." We all looked at the nearest convenient penis and I
looked at him and nodded.

So he took my penis into his finger and thumb and began to move the skin
up and down. This went on for a few minutes, until I had a curious
sensation. It wasn't really like the need to pee, but I had nothing to
compare it with, so I said, "Wait a bit, I gotta pee." I leaned over a
bit and waited, but nothing came out. So I rested back on my side, and
said, "Oh, there's nothing there." Michael was all set to continue,
but just at that moment my mother called from across the street that it
was time to go in. She couldn't see us, but knew approximately where we
were. I yelled back that I was coming, and that was the end of the only
masturbatory experience I had until I was sixteen.

One night, I jumped out the bedroom window of our small bungalow with the
idea that tonight I was going to push all my limits! A spirit of complete
recklessness was upon me. My parents were at the local pub. My brother
out on a date, and my sister in my charge, was asleep. I hopped out the
window into our long backyard. It was late, pitch dark except for the
stars overhead and the distant glow of the town in the valley behind us.
Tonight I was going to marry together my two naked worlds. I was going to
run naked around the house, across the main road and into the woods on
the other side. This would be by far the most daring, and in my mind,
dangerous thing I had attempted.

I landed on the ground, cock already at full attention and beginning to
leak. I could feel the wetness flicking onto my thighs as I moved. The
feeling of my rigid cock swaying from side to side, and the cool breeze
on my totally naked body was delicious.

I carefully walked past my sister's bedroom window, straining to see in
the darkness if she was standing there looking at me! Then I crept
silently between our house and next door, again checking their darkened
windows to see if their daughter Tessa, who was my age, or God forbid,
her parents were watching the young horny naked teenager creeping towards
the street.

Nobody, so far as I could tell, was watching. I stood at the corner of my
house, contemplating the front garden. We had a long exposed garden
between the street and the house. You had to climb six steps up from the
sidewalk to a gate set in the middle of a hedge that screened the house
and the garden from street view. Until I reached the gate I would be
completely hidden from view, however, I would be completely exposed to
the two houses on either side. Alternatively, I could use the driveway of
the house next door. Their drive sloped down from the house level
directly to the street with no steps. I would be hidden on both sides by
hedges and as it dropped deeper, it formed a dark canyon. But I would be
quite visible to anyone in that house who might look out.

I also studied the road. It was late, though stupidly I had not checked
the exact time. I was just led on by the straining purple head bobbing in
front of my waist. The road was not really busy, but every so often cars
passed in either direction. I could see up the winding hill to the west
for about half a mile, so I could easily evade cars coming down.
Unfortunately, the road to the east was blocked by a fairly large
building a couple hundred yards away, so I would have no warning of cars
coming up from that direction until I could get out into the road and see
around the building, by which time it might be too late to avoid being
seen.

It never did occur to me that the reaction of most people to the sight of
a fourteen year-old horny teenager running naked across the road in the
middle of the night would probably be laughter more than horror or
outrage. I think I imagined I'd be sent to Borstal, the 1950's British
version of juvenile prison.

So I stood there contemplating my options, agonizing over the safest
route to the road, and goaded on by the throbbing of my penis. I looked
down at it. It bobbed slightly in time with my heartbeat. The glistening
clear liquid was now a constant stream running off the end like a
spider's silken thread, connecting my cock to the ground.

I made up my mind. I'd run across our lawn to the gate in the middle of
the hedge. From there I could see up the road and see the headlights of
cars getting closer from the downhill direction. I'd time my run so I
could easily make it right across, and I'd be hidden by those hedges.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out from the shadow of my house and onto
the cool grass, ready to make a dash.

Sadly for me, had I but thought to check the time, or had I stopped to
think that the hedge that hid me from the street also hid any car that
actually pulled up in front of our steps, then what happened next would
not have occurred!

My body was leaning forward in the take-off mode and I was very nearly at
the point of no return, when with absolutely no warning, my mother's
head appeared above the gate as she rose to the top of the front steps!

My headlong flight was instantly checked. My heart thudded loudly inside
my chest as if to burst. I stood immobilized fully in view and stared at
her in dismay. Fortunately for me, she was looking down at her feet to
safely ascend the steps in the darkness. My cock deflated in record time
and I about faced, racing to get around the house and back into bed
before my Mother had time to do what she always did whenever she got back
home after a night out. She was going to check on me first!

It was lucky that she was looking down to navigate the steps in the
darkness, otherwise she would have to see me standing naked, erect and
dripping. A ghostly figure in the low street lights. But as it was, I
fled around the house, all caution thrown to the winds, not caring if
anyone next door was watching. I hurled my body through the open window
and onto my bed that was right below it. No time to get my pajamas on,
just slip below the covers and pretend to be asleep, trying to keep my
heaving chest and rasping breath from giving me away!

No sooner was I settled, than I heard the bedroom door open and could
sense my Mom peering in on me. The window was wide open, but then it was
a warm night. The door closed again gently. I was safe!

I never tried that particular adventure again!