Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2005 05:57:18 +0000 (GMT)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Indecent Exposure

Dane and Mike were sitting nervously at the entrance to the dean's
office.  They were sitting in uncomfortable wooden chairs.  They dared
not speak to each other.  Silently one blamed the other.

"Mount Vernon Junior High School," the secretary mumbled as she
answered her telephone, "Dean Parrish is with a parent right now.  Can I
take a message?"

She scribbled at her pad and quickly glared at the two boys.  They could
have read the malice in her eyes if they were not busy averting their
eyes to the floor.

"Thank you.  I will have Mr. Parrish call you back ASAP."

The ticking of the clock was a lazy man's elevator music.  The ticking
and tocking wore away at Dane's feeble nerves.  It's a wonder how this
kid pulled off such a gag the way that he did.

"I am so fucking dead," Dane thought to himself.  His internal
conversation was full of regret and disbelief at his getting caught.

Dane suddenly felt a kick at his shin.  It was Mike signaling that the
dean's office door was opening.

"Miss Gray, I am ready to see the Dane and Mike," said Dean Parrish.

In no mood to lighten the mood, Miss Gray waved the boys into the office.

It was an oak and mahogany nightmare.  Degrees from all sorts of colleges
and universities lined the walls.  The shelves were packed with different
volumes of boring and dense reading matter.

"Discipline and the Junior High Years" was a book that stuck out.  It
was bright yellow with red lettering.

"Somehow, I don't think there is any mention of how to handle what we
did," mused Dane to himself.

"Close the door behind yourselves and have a seat," said Dean Parrish.
"We apparently have some explaining to do."

The room went dead with silence.

Dean Parrish lifted his coffee mug with a flourish and hoisted it front
of his face for a moment.  He struggled with something to say but took a
long swig instead.

Someone was going to have to break the ice.  Mike volunteered.

"I didn't mean for anyone to see," he began to stammer, "It, um,
it...uh...it was meant.  Well, we were only messing around."

Mike fished around for better words to explain but was quickly cut off.

"You two decided to expose yourselves on a school bus!"

Dean Parrish had no patience with the prurient pair.

"What is supposed to be a simple commute home has turned into a
nightmare for a dozen students who were subjected to your mischief!"

"We were sitting by ourselves," Mike weakly defended.

"You were sitting on a bus with fifty other students, you idiot!" Dean
Parrish retorted, "And I have parents calling me day and night calling
for everything from your suspension to your arrest!"

Dean Parrish turned an anxious shade of scarlet when he brought up the
parents.  He knew that upset students had parents had parents had
lawyers.  He imagined himself being hauled before the school board having
to explain why perverts were riding the same buses as innocent angels and
virgins.

"Before I go any further, I would like to know exactly what you did.
This is your only chance to defend yourselves."

Dane furrowed his brow as if to try not to offend while giving as
realistic an account of what happened.

"Mr. Parrish, I don't think I can tell this story without getting us
into more trouble."

"That's too late, son.  I just want something for the record."

Dane began his explanation with Mike looking on in an otherworldly daze.

"It was my fault.  We just left the school when I decided the freak out
Mike.  I had my backpack in my lap when pulled out my dick, I mean, penis
and hid it under the backpack.  I told Mike to look down.  That's when I
pushed my backpack away and showed him my," Dane said and then paused in
a guilty manner.

"Your penis," Dean Parrish concluded.

"Yes, sir," Dane confirmed.

"What led to this incident?" the dean asked.

It was Mike's turn to tell the story.

"I told Dane that he had a small wiener.  And he challenged me to show
him mine.  And I did.  That is when he told me that he could make his
bigger by playing with his.  We only had our zippers down.  We didn't
have our pants down or anything."

Dean Parrish snapped, "That still does not excuse disgusting behavior on
the part of two seventh grade students!"

"I know that now," said Mike ruefully, "But when it happened, Dane
started to get a hard on.  I started laughing and calling him queer."

Dane added, "Before we knew it, Stacy turned around from her seat and
saw us.  She started screaming like she saw a dead rat or something.
Everybody on the bus was crowding around us and we hurried to zip back
up."

Dean Parrish confronted the two boys with a piece of unexpected
evidence.

"Did you notice anyone on the bus with a cell phone?"

Dane and Mike nodded.

"I suppose that it's no surprise that kids have cell phones these
days," Dane Parrish conceded, "but did you know that someone took a
picture of the alleged exposure?"

"No, sir," they both said in unison.

"This is the toughest part of my job, boys," he plainly stated, "I
need you to pull down your pants to match the pictures that we printed
out from that cell phone."

"We don't have to do this!" Mike yelped.

"You're right.  You don't have to do this here.  We can take care of
this downtown in front of the police and your parents," explained the
dean.

Before long, both boys were standing in front of the dean with their
pants around their knees and their private parts exposed in the private
confines of the dean's office.

Dane's downy blonde pubic hairs looked almost transparent under the
fluorescent lights and Mike's raven pubes were the opposite -- opaque
and scruffy like his emerging mustache.

Dean Parrish inspected the photo and compared them to the two boys who
stood contritely before him.

"This picture shows an erect penis, Dane," the dean said strangely.
"I need you to stimulate yourself to erection."

Dane was skeptical but figured that he would be able to keep those
pictures away from his parents if he could just get this ordeal over
with.

Understandably, Dane could not get himself hard.  The dean angled near
and reached down at Dane's dangling member.

"How's this?" he asked.

Dane bit his lower lip and exhaled sharply from the surprise.

"Consider this just like a physical," the dean told him.

Dane's hardness returned only from the novelty of having someone else's
hand on his cock.

Mike was stunned by this unusual use of authority.

Dean Parrish released Dane's hardness and returned to the incriminating
photos.

"Yes, those are you," he confidently said with a puckish grin, "You
may put your clothes back on."

"What now?" Mike queried.  Dane felt too weird to utter a word.

Dean Parrish explained that he was going to let the boys off under the
condition that they agree to come to his office once a week after school
for detention.

The boys quickly had the feeling that their dick flashing days were not
yet over.