Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 21:46:55 -0500
From: Richard Westgate <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: The Naked Student Chapter 9

This story is submitted for the Gay: College section.

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.

I've had several questions about other writing. I only have ONE other
story on Nifty so far: The Naked School Teacher is in the Adult-Youth
section at April 17, 2005. The other stories I mention above are written
but not posted. Yet.

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



Chapter 9: More Naked than Naked!

I was awoken from a dead sleep at some ungodly hour by Tony shaking me.
"Up an' at `em!" he pronounced cheerfully. "I have to supervise the
first day of your new You!" I reluctantly dragged myself up to sit on
the side of the bed.

"How can you be so cheerful and wide awake so early?" I croaked.

"Just good living and a sweet disposition. Now, get in the shower, and
use this instead of shampoo and soap ^Ö do your whole body with it, and
don't forget to use plenty inside your bumhole!" He handed me some kind
of whole body wash product and shooed me out to shower. I must admit the
stuff smelled good, sort of fruity. When I got out of the shower and
dried off, my skin felt soft and smooth. I found that rubbing my hand
over my now hairless body was an erotic experience. The skin felt almost
like velvet to the touch and I felt more naked than naked, it that's
possible!

When I got back to my room, Tony was prepared with body oils and hair
product. He spent about ten minutes thoroughly rubbing my body down with
some lightly scented oil, and then he spent about fifteen minutes on my
hair.

The result, when I was allowed to look in the mirror, was spectacular
though I do say so myself. I had never really paid too much attention to
my grooming before. I was clean, but that was about it. Tony had trimmed
my hair into the latest short buzz cut around the sides, with a longer
`flick' of spiky hair at the front. On top it was engineered to look
messy, but when I touched it, it didn't move -- it was locked solid! The
colour was somehow different too. "Highlights," said Tony, when he saw
me peering closely at it, "just helps to give some interest without
being too drastic. My hair was now several shades of blonde. I liked it.

My body too, was now different. Hairless of course, but also sleek and
glowing with a look of deep health. Though he had used oil, the skin was
not shiny at all. It seemed to have seeped into the skin to produce an
almost matte sheen. The colour of my skin was subtly rosier and the
colour was evened out all over, so I had no remnants of tan lines
anywhere -- I was just one slightly bronzed even colour all over. My
`treasure trail' was a nice little line leading down to the neat patch
of pubic hair over my relaxed and full-looking cock.

"Wow!" I said, waking up finally. "This looks great!"

"Glad you like it, beautiful!" Tony smiled at my reaction. "Now go out
there and knock `em all dead!" He picked up his stuff and left.

I looked at the clock. It was still early, but breakfast would already be
available, so I decided to go down. Only a few students were in the
dining hall, and I was able to walk right in without much of a line. The
ladies behind the counter looked at me with wide eyes, "Well, ain't you
the pretty one today?"

I took my food over near a window on the far side and sat down alone on
the little towel I had taken with me. Soon Alan and Geoff joined me. They
were bleary-eyed and it took them some time to notice my transformation.
"Oh my god!" said Alan, what did you do to your hair?" Then his eyes
traveled down my body, "Hey, stand up a minute," I stood and spun
slowly around. Several other students nearby were watching my modeling
performance. "Wow, Davey, you look great!" he exclaimed. Geoff, mouth
full of eggs, nodded agreement.

I told them about Tony's work. "Well, he is a fag, but boy, he does
great work," commented Geoff.

The dining hall was packed by the time we left, and the head table was
full of professors. All eyes swiveled in my direction as we left. Having
Alan and Geoff with me and having had a relaxed conversation with them,
my penis was behaving itself for a change, and so I just sauntered out
feeling like the cock of the walk. My body felt lithe and sensuous, and I
felt somehow as though I was dressed up and ready to be seen. Gone, at
least for the moment, was my embarrassment and the instinct to scuttle
out of sight as quickly as possible. I walked proudly out the door, and
as we exited, I heard a ripple of applause.

Standing outside, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, was Tony. He
gave a slow lazy clap as I approached. "So how does my prize model like
his new look?"

"Tony, I just love it! How can I ever repay you?"

 "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something." A mischievous emphasis on
that last word caused Alan and Geoff to frown and glance at each other,
then at me. "Don't worry about it," he continued, noting the glances,
"you are the best advertisement for my business. When the word gets
around, I'll have more than I can handle." I could see my friends
visibly relax.

With my newfound confidence, the day seemed to fly by with me in a kind
of happy-back-to-normal feeling. Except of course, it was not normal. I
was still totally naked, still had my private parts on display. More on
display, really, since the bush had been trimmed back, my balls were
hairless, and I was trimmed and preened all over. People stared at me
everywhere I went. I'm not sure what surprised them more, the change in
my appearance or the obvious lack of embarrassment at my predicament.
Whatever it was, they noticed although there were still smirks and
muttered insults as I passed, but none of it bothered me now.

My professors tried to pretend either that I wasn't there, or that I
wasn't naked. Several could not look me in the eye. A few looked at my
cock instead of at my face when talking to me. None of that bothered me
either.

So the days went by. My classes were going well, and it even seemed to me
that I was doing better than I had before my enforced naked punishment.
Shop classes took a bit of getting used to. I wasn't sure if I was
allowed to wear the usual aprons and lab coats, so I didn't. I did take
to wearing some old running shoes in the metal shops, after I got a nasty
cut from a scrap sliver of metal.  No way was I going to ask the
Principal permission for anything at this point. If there was to be some
decision about protective clothing in the wood or metal shops or the
pottery classes, well, let it come from him. I was on a roll now -- I
would remain as he had commanded, he would be the one that would have to
come to me to end it or change it! My revenge was going to be in absolute
literal compliance with his order. Nothing at all would deter me from
following through on this.

Then it got cold!

September is a funny month. It can be a long warm easement into the cold
and rain of October, or it can suddenly change and plunge you into gales
and rainstorms. I had been lucky for a few weeks. One morning I woke up
and looked out the window. Low scudding clouds and an incessant gentle
drizzle, that just looked cold, fell to the wet ground. I groaned; Now
for the real test of my resolve.

That first day, I ran to the dining hall for breakfast, barefoot as
usual. I was lightly covered in rain when I arrived. The jog helped me
keep warm, but I could tell that it was going to be impossible for me to
be outside for more than a few minutes at a time in this kind of weather.
I wondered if I'd still be naked when the snow came. If it came, it
doesn't always.

Sitting on my towel with my friends eating breakfast that day, I glanced
at the high table. The Principal's eye made contact with mine. He had a
slight sardonic smile on his lips. I held his gaze with a straight face
until he was forced to look away. I think the vibes in my brain were
giving off the message, "Do your worst, you bastard!" I don't know if
he got it.

So the days became a series of short runs from one building to another. I
took a couple of towels with me now, rolled up in my book bag. One I sat
on, the other I used to give my body a brisk rub whenever I got inside.
It didn't matter if I was wet or not, the rub was enough to warm me up.
My feet were the worst. Not only were they in contact with the cold wet
ground, but they were also filthy dirty from the moment I stepped
outside. Still, I persevered.

Over time, it became clear to me that a number of guys were really turned
on to me. They would smile at me as I passed, and would sometimes ask
thoughtful questions as if to make me aware that they were concerned for
me. How was I doing? Is the cold getting to be too much? And so on. I
began to suspect that some of them wanted to get to know me better but
were kind of intimidated by my nudity. I realized it's one thing to
tentatively start up a new friendship and to gradually get to know the
other person, and then to feel comfortable enough to move the friendship
forward. However, it's quite another thing to try to know someone who is
quite famous (even if only within the tiny world of the campus), or
should that be notorious? Not only that, it's not too common to have to
get to know a guy whose totally naked body was the first thing you saw!

Then I caught a royal, stinking cold. I went to the infirmary. The nurse
took one look at my red eyes, runny nose and general hang-dog expression
and said, "Well no wonder you're sick, running around all day with no
clothes on," as if it were my fault. I was tempted to say exactly that,
but as part of my self-imposed acceptance of the punishment, I didn't
say anything. I just coughed. She listened to my chest, looked down my
throat, then cupped my balls and told  me to cough again. "Okay, into
bed, go right through there and just get into that bed. Here, put these
pajamas on." She handed me a folded set of flannelette pj's.

I was really tempted to get into them, they looked so warm and snuggly,
just what I needed right now. "I don't think I'm allowed," I said.

"Oh, for goodness sake! What's the world coming to! Get into bed then.
I presume you can have sheets and blankets?" The last was quite
sarcastic.

After I was in bed, she brought me a hot lemon concoction, and in no time
I was fast asleep. The doctor saw me later that day, and pronounced that
I had narrowly averted pneumonia, and would have to remain in bed for a
few days, and then when I got out, there would be, "no more nonsense of
strolling around the English countryside stark naked in winter!" So
there!

I suppose it was inevitable that word would eventually leak to the
outside world. After all, none of the students were sworn to secrecy
about my naked punishment, so they had probably been telling their
families and friends for some weeks that there was this naked student at
college, who took all his classes sans clothing.

The first I knew of it was when I sat up in bed, feeling slightly better
for the first time since getting sick, and picked up the morning paper
that Nurse had left for me. Deep inside, in a local gossip section, I
read the headline, "Student Bares All in Class." It was followed by the
vaguest kind of report about a student, not named, who attended all his
classes in the buff, with all kinds of innuendo and corny suggestiveness.
Local gossip journalism at it's best. Good thing my parents didn't get
this paper. I put the whole thing out of my mind.

Until I left the infirmary.