Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. The author does not condone anything herein; practice sex safely and legally. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional.
Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Eight: How Bad Do You Want This Job?
FRIDAY 10TH SEPTEMBER 2021
Noah was walking to the changing room to collect his clothes at the end of the day. It was Friday and the end of the first full week as a nudist at school. Noah could have written an 10,400-word story about his first day but after stripping on stage in front of half the student body, the second day of nude term had been more concerned with making sure everyone was on track with the curriculum. In an effort to legitimise Noah's behaviour, the school had updated its equality and diversity policy that presented students with information about lots of different lifestyles. Nudism was remarked upon as a natural human practice free of sexual ideology.
Noah's nudity, obviously, still attracted near constant attention. Staring, questions, giggles, avoidance, boner adjustment, snide remarks... not all the attention was flattering but Noah got used to it and the non-naked students got used to him. In a way, the attention became more of a curiosity. It wasn't a joke or dare and so students started asking more sincere questions about what it meant to be a nudist. Nothing changed the fact that Noah spend his entire school day naked and exposing his penis to every student and teacher in the building.
The teachers had more difficulty adjusting and accepting things. They didn't know where to look. Some of the younger, progressive teachers acted like everything was normal but even they must have thought Noah was out of his mind. Mr Cooke continued to be the only teacher who offered covert attention – his role as Deputy Head teacher was used to good effect to offer Noah time and attention on a daily basis to check in and make sure everything was ok.
Actually, Mr Cooke hadn't called it checking in – he'd called it debriefing and Noah had laughed the first time he said it. The debriefing happened every day this week and was actually quite constrictive and well-meaning. Noah could tell Mr Cooke was doing his best to behave respectably because getting caught in a compromising position could end his career so caution was key.
Mr Cooke checked Noah was not getting bullied and that, to his knowledge, no pictures were being taken. The teacher was impressed to hear that Noah's friends and extended friendship group were looking out for him.
Mr Cooke relished two moments while not touching Noah but making implicit comments that Noah found to be thinly veiled. First, Mr Cooke reminded Noah that he had been invited to join his after school amateur dramatics group which was due to reconvene at the end of the month.
The second was to remind Noah that Five Dukes Boys School was operating a joined Maths, Physics and Chemistry Exchange with Barons Edge Comprehensive. It was a joint venture that combined their resources to improve teaching of those subjects and provide enhanced learning opportunities.
The exchange would involve Barons Edge Comprehensive boys visiting Five Dukes once a month and Five Dukes boys visiting the Comprehensive once a month. Noah was studying Maths, Physics and Chemistry so he was in the exchange – there was no avoiding the visitors seeing him naked but there was something psychologically unsettling about visiting the Comprehensive and knowing those boys had seen him naked.
Mr Cooke was joyous when he told Noah that the Comprehensive boys had not been told about the nudist student – he wanted it to be a filthy surprise.
The first day of nude term felt like forever ago. It was now the seventh day nude day of nude term and the end of the first full week. Noah was now relatively relaxed with the routine of getting dressed for school at home, getting undressed for school at school, getting dressed for home at school and once home, getting undressed again.
Noah commented once to Daniel about it feeling like a waste of time putting his uniform on in the morning.
"I am more than happy to take you into school without your uniform, if you want," Dan suggested.
"Ha ha," Noah said as he tilted his head and glared at his big brother.
"I'm serious! Imagine sitting in the car in your birthday suit, getting out of the car when I park outside the school and then walking through the courtyard..." Daniel said dreamily.
"Sounds like you're imagining me naked and I'm flattered," Noah said with a genuine laugh this time.
This time it was Dan who glared.
"It would save time getting in and out of your uniform every day," Daniel pointed out.
"Thanks for the offer but no thanks," Noah said.
"You'd rather take the bus?" Daniel said and they both laughed.
"Now I'm imagining myself naked, on the bus, surrounded..." Noah closed his eyes and then moaned convincingly.
"If you're going to make noises like that young man, you're going to have to get off my bus!" Daniel contributed to Noah's fantasy.
"But we're in the city centre and I'm all naked and now I'm hard..." Noah moaned and pouted.
"Your disgusting willy is making a mess of the seats! Get off you disgusting pervert!" Daniel admonished.
"Oh, I'll get off alright," Noah replied suggestively.
Noah opened his eyes again and grinned at Dan who chuckled in response.
"That was a lot of fun," Noah confessed.
"So, are you keeping the uniform on for travelling do you want to go to school naked?" Dan asked.
"That's a hard no," Noah punned.
Because he'd been daydreaming about that chat with Dan, Noah wasn't paying attention when he walked to the changing room and found his locker so he was startled when he heard a little voice.
"Hi Noah," said a little voice.
Noah turned to see Marcel – a boy in the Lower Sixth who had shown interest in him a handful of times now. He was joined by another two Year 12 lads – his friends Eko and Mark. Marcel and Eko had seen Noah nude at the school talent show at the end of the last school year. The trio had also seen Noah naked on the beach when he'd been a nude ambassador during the summer. Noah had inferred the boys liked him – a crush or a desire for something more was unclear. They liked looking at him certainly.
"Hello, Marcel," Noah replied.
The other two boys waved and looked sweet and innocent, causing Noah to immediately distrust them.
"We just wanted to see you... I mean..." Mark said clumsily.
"We can see you every day," Eko said wittily. "But we meant we wanted to talk to you?"
"What about?" Noah asked.
He could have gotten dressed but he chose not to. Vanity compelled Noah and he liked being around compatible boys who were dressed while he was still nude.
"Why have your pubes not grown back?" Mark asked while his eyes searched Noah's body.
"That's not what we wanted to talk to you about," said Eko.
"We saw you over a month ago and you still don't even have stubble. It's like a Ken doll down there," observed Mark.
"Seriously, ignore him! Although he has a point..." Marcel said, backtracking as quickly as he had objected.
"I shaved and used a special cream," Noah revealed.
There was no need for the boys to know that he participated in sexually explicit role playing that was filmed and that seven weeks ago a role has seen him shaved on set and then lathered up with a special balm.
"It's a depilatory cream that stops hair growing back for three months so I won't get any pubes back until at least November," Noah revealed – perhaps more than he should have.
"Ok, that's hilarious... I mean awesome," Mark corrected himself.
Noah blushed and decided he probably should get dressed. Besides, he was getting a bit cold now. As Noah opened his locker, he waited for the boys to tell him what they had actually come to talk about.
"We were wondering if you would think about... errr... well..." Marcel said and then seemed to chicken out.
"We want to make a documentary about you," Eko took over.
Noah turned sharply and gawked at the three boys.
"You what?" Noah asked inarticulately.
"We've already spoken to Mr Cooke and he thinks we can come to an agreement," Mark reassured.
Yea, Noah just bet Mr Cooke was happy to allow it.
"When?" Noah asked.
"We were thinking just before the Christmas holidays," Marcel said after finding his voice.
Noah was half dressed now and sat, shirtless to put his trainers and socks on.
"But maybe we should do it sooner," Mark said.
Mark was thinking the documentary would benefit from Noah being hairless and his friends, although not sure why Mark was changing the schedule, seemed ok with the suggestion.
"I'll think about it," Noah agreed.
"I'll think about it," Noah muttered to himself as he left the school.
Was he seriously contemplating agreeing to being filmed as a nudist student?
Was he seriously considering not agreeing – getting filmed naked was one of his favourite things.
"I'll think about?" Noah repeated to himself. "You idiot!"
"Who's an idiot?" asked Matty.
Mateo, Ronan, Samir and Toby had waited for him outside the main entrance.
"Never mind," Noah said – he didn't want to tell them about it yet.
<<Did you see him talking to himself? Like a total lunatic? Who does that?>>
"You do that," Ronan replied distractedly.
Ronan hadn't meant to respond and his cognitive behavioural therapy had taught him new ways of managing the disembodied voice of Herman. Still, sometimes responses just slipped out. It had been quite a while since he had erred in such an obvious way – talking aloud to the voice only he could hear. Herman was already laughing at him.
"What?" Toby asked him.
Ronan studiously avoided looking at Noah who was the only friend who knew about the invisible voice.
"I..." Ronan started to say and then stuttered to a halt as if he just couldn't think anymore.
Ronan had been attending therapy for a few weeks and for months he'd been learning more about the condition that would affect his entire life. Learning that the voice was a positive symptom (something adding to his lived experience) had helped him to think about Herman differently. Most people would not understand an aberrant and omnipresent voice only you could hear was part of a condition.
Ronan thought about it like a cloaking field from Star Trek. Herman had the ability to make himself invisible to scrutiny.
<<So'wI' chu'>>
Therapy had also helped Ronan to understand his mood and attention were negative symptoms (something removed from his lived experience). His psychiatrist remarked that Ronan was handling things very well given that it was such a frightening experience. Ronan had finally had the courage to tell his parents about what was going on and he felt the time was coming, if not well past due, that he should tell his friends.
"Was anyone else expecting more than an expression of egotism? I, I, I... it's not all about you Ronan," joked Matty.
<<He's making fun of you! I... I... I...>>
Ronan wasn't even sure what he was meant to be replying to. He'd become distracted and dazed.
<>
"Sorry, I spaced out," Ronan confessed - this time he successfully ignored the voice. "There's something I want to tell you all..."
<<No, don't. I'm melting. I'm melting, what a world.>>
"But I don't know if I should say..." Ronan continued.
<<You shouldn't if you do, I will fuck you up.>>
"You can tell us anything," Mateo said – uncharacteristically seriously.
Everyone looked supportive but Toby had a slightly sour expression that he didn't adjust in time.
<<Toby's mad because you're stealing his thunder. I changed my mind, tell them now!>>
Ronan realised why Toby looked annoyed – it was poor timing for major revelations given their afternoon plans.
"I'll tell you another time," Ronan decided.
<<Oh whatever!>>
"Ronan, come on. Tell them," Noah encouraged.
"Wait, you already know?" Samir asked Noah.
"That's not important!" Ronan jumped in before anyone else felt left out or upset. "Let's talk about the other thing."
"What other thing?" Mateo asked.
"Toby's boyfriend!" Ronan said eagerly.
Toby had finally told his friends last week – after the first day of school. He'd told Noah first and while everyone had been enthusiastic, Noah was particularly excited for Toby. Noah and the gang had so many questions and Noah worried that they were going to overwhelm him but Toby remained calm thought the quizzing.
Who is he? Is he cute? Where did you meet? How long have you been dating? Have you started fu-
"No!" Toby replied. "We're not... We're not doing that!"
"More importantly," Noah said emphatically as he put a hand on Toby's shoulder. "What is his name?"
"Amos. His name is Amos," Toby replied blushingly.
Toby and Amos attended the same synagogue and several families had co-ordinated to go to Jerusalem at the same time. They had known each other for months but things changed when they spent most of their holiday together.
"We've not been dating long..." Toby admitted. "But we've been close for a while."
Toby didn't want to make a big deal out of it or make anyone (particularly Noah) feel bad but Amos had helped him to accept his sexuality in a way that none of his friends had.
"That's great Toby," Samir said.
"We're all happy for you," Ronan.
<<Not me. I don't care.>>
Toby had agreed to let them all meet Amos and Amos had agreed to meet them. It might all go horribly wrong but he hoped not. That was where they were headed now - after Noah's encounter with Marcel, Eko and Mark and after Ronan's aborted attempt to admit his mental health problem.
They were approaching the street with Toby's house when Noah saw a boy sitting on the wall at the corner. Noah knew he was Amos though they hadn't met. Amos was about 1.7 metres (5 foot 7 inches) with blonde hair that was long on top and short at the sides. He had a small, elven face and green eyes, a flat chest and skinny stomach and legs. That is all. Amos also had legs.
He wore a t-shirt that was too big and skinny jeans making him the only one in the group not wearing his school uniform. It didn't even occur to Noah to ask what school Amos attended.
It wasn't until Amos lifted his hand to wave – in a rather camp way – that the others realised he was Amos. In their defence, Samir and Ronan were distracted by Matty who had posed the brain teaser:
If you could be a fictional character, who would you be?
"Hey," Toby said once they were close.
Amos only had eyes for Toby and when he replied, he had a soft and sweet voice.
"Hi, Toby..." Amos said. Then he looked around the others but stopped at Noah; "You must be Noah."
"Am I famous?" Noah asked brightly.
"Infamous," Amos responded.
Noah chuckled more than the joke deserved but he was nervous and desperately wanted to like the boy who had settled Toby's doubts.
"What have you told him?" Noah jokingly hissed at Toby.
"Only the good stuff," Toby replied. "So, I had to leave out a lot."
Noah playfully punched Toby's arm.
"I recognised you from Toby's description," Amos admitted lightly. "Also, I've seen pictures."
There was nothing suggestive in Amos's quiet tone. Amos didn't mean pictures of Noah as a nudist. In fact, Noah got the feeling Amos didn't know about it. The pictures Amos meant were from when Toby and Noah went to Alton Towers, a barbeque a year ago and other random days of friendship.
"Has Toby mentioned me?" Matty cut in. "He probably described me as the most handsome, witty, funny, charming, intelligent, thoughtful, graceful and serious person he knows."
"You must be Matty," Amos replied. "Toby also said you were the most modest person he knows."
There was good natured laughter and the retort.
"I'm Samir. Hi."
"Ronan."
"It's nice to meet you all," Amos said.
If Amos was nervous, he didn't show it. They continued towards Toby's house.
"We were just discussing which fictional character we'd like to be," Mateo said breezily.
To give Mateo his due, he was charming and affable and immediately set everyone at ease, erasing any opportunity for silence or awkwardness.
"I said I'd like to Captain Kirk..." Samir began to summarise.
"He's a dork," Matty cut in.
"This twit said he'd like to be Jack Sparrow," Samir (indicating Mateo) told Amos.
"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow," Amos said before Mateo got the chance.
"Exactly," Mateo exploded excitedly and he bounced around the group like Tigger or like a boy with ants in his pants.
"Who did you want to be?" Amos asked Toby with a light touch on his boyfriend's arm.
"Oh... I just want to be me," Toby answered.
"Ugh! No, nobody wants that, Toby," Mateo said.
"Hey," Toby replied and swatted Matty.
"You have to be fictional, Toby," Amos pointed out.
<<Whose side is he on?>>
"Why?" Toby challenged stubbornly.
"Because... that's the game?" Amos reminded.
The group sniggered at the dry wit and Noah found himself liking Amos even more. Noah wasn't looking at Amos with any sexual interest, though he was incredibly cute, but thought his humour was delightful.
"Ok... I'll be... Han Solo," Toby decided.
"Because you always shoot first?" Mateo asked but only for laughs.
The gang laughed again and they were all grateful to Mateo of the icebreaking conversation.
"I like scoundrels," Amos said.
"Which fictional character would you be, Amos?" Samir engaged him.
"I'd like to be Peter Parker," Amos decided. "But not Spider-Man because that sounds super stressful."
"No, no. No swapsies, you have to be the whole character," Mateo said rigidly.
"Ok, fine. But if I have to hang out with Captain America and Thor one more time..." Amos complained. "Oh, actually, being Spider-Man is looking pretty good."
They laughed at the charming comment and when they reached Toby's house, they went around back to the garden and sat on the table and chairs that adorned the decking.
"You've been awfully quiet for a change, Ronan," said Matty sarcastically.
<<He's making fun of you. Again! Imagine what he'd say if he knew you were a freak. A mutant!>>
"Toby says you're quiet and thoughtful," Amos said to Ronan.
Amos spoke softly, almost as if he were whispering for only Ronan to hear. He seemed like an incredibly diplomatic boy – patient and gentle but droll too. Frankly, Ronan was surprised that Toby had been so complimentary. Toby and Ronan had not exactly been best buddies; partly because Toby had been jealous and neurotic and partly because Ronan had been...
<<A freak! I'm surprised Toby said anything about you.>>
"Moon Knight, I think," Ronan answered the fictional character question.
It was easier to divert people back onto a facetious subject than risk a serious one.
"Oh, Oscar Isaac! Yes, fucking please," said Noah.
Noah and Ronan locked eyes while the others discussed the complex character with schizophrenia and cool gadgets. Only Noah knew why Ronan identified with that character so closely. The others all thought it was a cool alternative to...
"I'm Batman!" Mateo said in a questionable Christian Bale impersonation.
"Sorry, Noah. Looks like you're last to go," Toby said – drawing him back in.
Toby and Amos had registered something unspoken had passed between Noah and Ronan but didn't say anything.
"I'd like to be the Flash," Noah revealed. "My name is Barry Allen and I am the fastest an alive."
"You like running and accidentally travelling through time do you?" Toby quizzed him.
"Sure. I travelled back in time next week," Noah joked.
The conversation had been relaxed and casual but everyone knew it would turn to Amos eventually.
"We've all been curious to meet you," Matty said tactlessly.
"Toby told us about you last week," Samir said more diplomatically. "You've known each other for a while?"
"Yes. We go to the same synagogue but I was going through a lot and we didn't really start talking until last year," Amos replied.
"A few months ago, we got to talking more seriously and things changed," Toby stated.
"And now it's all smooches and hand holding?" Mateo said cheesily.
"You told them about the smoochies?" Amos asked Toby facetiously.
Noah liked Amos and he could see why Toby was so smitten. Amos was cute and quick witted and he kept pace with the group even though they had just met. They all hung out in Toby's garden for over an hour but when Ronan had to go, it was like the breakup of a dinner party. Once one person leaves, the dominos fall and everyone goes.
One by one, Ronan, Samir, Mateo and Noah departed – leaving Toby and Amos alone. For smooching maybe?
Noah was almost home when he got a text message from Toby.
Toby: [So... what do you think?]
Noah: [I think you're really lucky. Amos is a great guy.]
Toby: [I'm glad you like him.]
Noah: [Did Amos like me?]
Toby: [He did. I told him he had to. Lol.]
Toby: [He likes all of you but yes, he likes you Noah.]
Noah: [Does he know about... my hobbies?]
Toby: [No. Is it ok if I tell him? I don't want him to be surprised when he next sees you.]
Surprised? Noah thought to himself and then he realised what Toby had implied.
Noah: [Toby... what school does Amos go to?]
Toby: [Barons Edge Comprehensive. Yea.]
Toby: [So, can I tell him?]
Noah: [I think you'd better.]
SATURDAY 11TH SEPTEMBER 2021
Noah had been given very little insight before his latest Explicit Mass Attendance Role Play (EMARP).
WaitingForGodetia: {Wear a shirt and tie (and trousers, but only if you want to.}
WaitingForGodetia: {Pretend you're coming for an interview.}
Noah laughed at the message from Mason, who organised the EMARP events. Noah would have loved to travel to the Refined Art's Workshop (RAW) where the events took place without trousers or underpants but he didn't think the bus driver or the pedestrians would approve.
Noah was dressed in black trousers and shoes, a black tie with white shirt and a black jacket. It looked like he was dressed for a funeral or a wedding or an interview... there was remarkable crossover between the respective dress codes.
Noah's last event had only been a few weeks ago but it felt like longer. His dad had been at the last event and discussion about Noah's participation had turned into a family orgy. Since then, Noah had been almost naked around a supermarket and park and he'd returned to school for nude term.
"Are you ok, Noah?" Mason asked.
"I was just thinking about things," Noah replied vaguely.
Noah had just entered the RAW which last time had been designed to look like a gym where he had wrestled and lost his singlet.
"I enjoyed your suggestion for a supermarket set," Mason said – Noah had suggested it after real life inspiration. "We had such a set a few years ago and it's an interesting idea to bring back."
"I look forward to it," Noah admitted.
Noah was led through the hall which looked much the same as last time. Through doors on the other side, there was a corridor with offices in it where Mason stopped.
"We're ready to start whenever you are," Mason told Noah.
"I'm ready," Noah said.
"Wait here for a few minutes, then knock the door at the end," Mason said and pointed at the correct door.
Noah waited until Mason had left the vicinity and then strolled towards the door. He knocked, heard a voice call "enter" and then Noah opened the door.
Noah wasn't sure what he had expected from the clue about dressing for an interview but the room he walked into was a spacious office. The walls had shelves of books, there was a sofa and coffee table and straight ahead there was a large desk. Behind the desk was a man Noah had met before – his name was Mr Drummond.
Noah had met this man in a previous EMARP scenario back in January. Although Noah had met several other actor's multiple times in the time he had been role playing, this was only his second encounter with this actor.
The last time they had met, Noah had been a patient and Mr Drummond had been a doctor who had stripped him naked and done unethical things to him. It had been awesome. The nameplate on the office desk revealed the man held the same character name as last time.
Mr Drummond was in his mid or late thirties with broad shoulders and a muscular build; he was tall, his hair was dark brown but there were flecks of grey around his temple that Noah hadn't noticed before and he had a mighty beard. He was dressed in a suit and tie and sat behind the desk waiting for Noah's arrival.
"You're late!" he barked.
"Oh... am I?" Noah replied – surprised by the opening remark.
Since Noah never knew what the scenarios were in advance, he always adlibbed his way through; Noah intuited responses and behaviour that he thought would be enjoyable to watch for the live audience and anyone watching the edited results.
"Noah Flood, is it?" Mr Drummond asked.
Noah's character always had the surname Flood – a jest at the character in the bible who survived the flood sent to exterminate the human race... because god loves humans so much.
"Yes, sir," Noah replied.
Noah had moved swiftly to the desk and leaned over to shake Mr Drummond's hand. Mr Drummond took the proffered hand – his was so much bigger than Noah's – but he wouldn't let go and so held it much longer than propriety allowed.
"Have a seat, Noah," Mr Drummond said once he let go of Noah's hand.
Noah sat down and gazed at the big handsome man. Noah looked positively scrawny next to the well-built man.
"You have applied to be a gym assistant? Why do you want to do that job?" Mr Drummond asked.
The sets changed up to six times a year and since the gym was still present, the new scenario had obviously been written to accommodate the sporting setting. The intimacy of the office created a classy contrast to the musky gym setting just down the hall.
"I like keeping fit and want to help other people with their fitness goals," Noah replied.
"That's good. So, you couldn't mind giving lots of attention to people's muscles?" Mr Drummond asked seedily.
"Sure, that would be fine," Noah agreed.
"And what about cleaning up?" Mr Drummond asked.
"I could do that," Noah insisted.
"You won't mind cleaning up after hot, sweating men? Wiping down equipment that they've used and picking up discarded clothing?" Mr Drummond continued to make the scenario sound dirty.
"Oh... like, damp towels and moist, soiled underwear?" Noah contributed.
"Yes. The locker room can smell like armpits sometimes," Mr Drummond joked.
"That's ok. I like Eau Du Damp Pubes by Huge Boss," Noah returned.
Mr Drummond laughed sincerely and Noah chuckled himself. Mr Drummond was certainly a big boss and he was confident he'd find out if the man was huge or not quite soon.
"If you're going to help men meet their fairness goals, you need to be fit too," Mr Drummond said, regaining his composure as a serious boss.
"I can do that," Noah said as he had before.
"I can't just take your word for that, Noah. I need to see your muscles for myself. To see if your fit or not," Mr Drummond said. "Stand up and take off your clothes."
"Take off my clothes?" Noah repeated.
"Yes, so I can examine your physique," Mr Drummond said calmly.
"Oh... I don't know if I can do that," Noah pretended to be meek.
"How bad do you want this job?" Mr Drummond said severely.
"I... I need it..." Noah replied.
"I need you to take off your suit," Mr Drummond retorted. "I need to see all your muscles, Noah so I want you to strip for me."
Noah slipped his shoes off first and then stood up. His socked feet sank into the shag carpet (lol – shag) and, feigning innocence, Noah slipped off the black jacket. Noah pulled off the tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Noah lifted his eyes once it was unbuttoned and looked at Mr Drummond.
Mr Drummond could see Noah's smooth, slim body between the unfastened sides of the shirt but he wanted more. His disreputable character wanted much more.
"Take the shirt off so I can see your arm muscles. Besides, I need to see your chest and back," Mr Drummond said.
Noah stripped the shirt from his shoulders and stood topless in the man's office.
"Turn around," Mr Drummond said.
Noah had a smooth, beautiful back and Mr Drummond could imagine stroking it while drilling the boy.
"And turn back," Mr Drummond commanded. "Take your trousers off, Noah. So I can see your leg muscles. I want to see your thighs."
Noah reached for his trousers and unsnapped them; he pulled down the zipper and began to expose white briefs but then he stopped.
"Oh, I don't know if I should. I'm only wearing briefs... it's embarrassing," Noah said.
"Why is it embarrassing?" Mr Drummond pretended to be guileless.
"Standing in my underwear in your office... you've got clothes on... I'll only have my briefs..." Noah complained.
"It's ok, Noah. You've got to be used to partial nudity if you're going to work in a gym," Mr Drummond reasoned.
"I guess," Noah agreed reluctantly.
Noah pushed his trousers down his slim legs and hopped out of them. Stood only in his black socks and white briefs, Noah felt very silly.
"Socks too, please," Mr Drummond asked; "So I can see if your calve muscles are strong and healthy too."
"Oh they are," Noah insisted.
Noah pulled off the socks to prove it, exposing his athletic but entirely hairless legs.
"Very nice. Do you run much?" the interviewer asked.
"Yes. I play football and tennis too," Noah reported.
"Good. Very good," Mr Drummond said.
Then, without warning, the office door opened and two people walked in. They were mid-conversation. He recognised them as fellow actors: Nico and Cyril. They both wore shorts and their tops had Pushmore Gym written across them but Nico had a t-shirt Cyril had a vest.
"No, we need two staff for the twilight shift that night," one said.
"Fine but... oh, sorry..." the other stopped midsentence.
Noah blushed. He was in the middle of a job interview, stripped to his underpants and now to strangers had walked in. And they had left the door open so anyone in the corridor might pass by.
"I'm just interviewing Noah here," Mr Drummond said smoothly.
"Noah, this is Nico and Cyril," Mr Drummond introduced them.
Nico and Cyril had always been fun to be with in past scenarios and they seemed to enjoy humiliating him.
"Hi," Noah said meekly.
"Hello."
"Hello, Noah."
"Do you need me?" Mr Drummond asked them.
The man ignored the fact Noah was supposedly an interviewee, almost naked, and now exposed to two random colleagues.
"Just for a minute," Nico replied.
They both stepped towards the desk to talk quietly to Mr Drummond. However, the show must go on and Noah was the show.
"Noah, just take those briefs off while we talk, ok?" Mr Drummond said casually and then went back talking to Nico and Cyril.
"Take... take these off?" Noah stuttered.
"So I can examine your gluets," the man replied offhandedly.
He was hardly even trying with his excuses now.
"But the door..." Noah started to say.
"Get on with it, Noah. I don't like having to repeat myself," Mr Drummond said – not even having the courtesy to look at Noah.
Noah looked to the door where spectators (only three or four men) had noticed the free show. Were they going to or from the changing rooms or from the gym towards another exercise room? Noah had to remind himself this wasn't real. Well, it was real – Noah was really stripping for strangers – but he wasn't really in a gym. Still, the immersive theatre of EMARP made Noah feel like it was real.
Noah reached into his briefs to cover his genitals with one hand and then worked his briefs down with the other hand. Finally, they slipped down his legs to his ankles and then stepped his bare feet out. Noah could hear the men talking nonsense that fit the context of the scenario, ignoring him to build Noah's embarrassment as if his nudity were nothing. Yet he could see Mr Drummond, Nico and Cyril almost looking at him – unable to resist peeking at his penis – but largely Noah's now total nudity was ignored as if it hadn't even been noticed. It was a strange new form of mortification – nudity and exposure but totally disregarded.
Their dialogue was quiet enough that Noah could hear the camera sound of a phone coming from the open doorway as the four spectators took candid pictures of Noah's naked profile. The audience outside the office leisurely appreciated Noah's bare bum and smooth legs and topless teenage body.
"Yes, that's fine," Mr Drummond said when Noah had been left exposed for a few minutes.
He looked up and smiled at Noah, offering him a lingering and lustful gaze.
"That's fine too," Cyril said as he smiled at Noah.
"Mmm, yes please. Move your hands Noah," Nico added.
"Those men are watching," Noah whined.
"It's a gym, Noah. Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of," Mr Drummond said.
Noah bashfully removed his hands from his penis and exposed it along with his balls.
"Aren't you old enough to have pubes?" Cyril asked.
"I am... I shaved them off..." Noah was forced to confess. "So you could see my muscles better."
Mr Drummond grinned at the reverence to the ridiculous scenario. Noah looked bashfully towards the door where the men looking into the office were still watching him and sniggering at the squat package of his hairless penis.
"Well, you look like an excellent physical specimen. Just get dressed now," Mr Drummond said anti climactically.
The men outside looked disappointed and walked out of view as they headed towards the main gym. Noah was confused but he bent down to pick up his briefs.
"Actually, why don't I show you around the main gym first?" Mr Drummond suggested.
"Oh... B-but I'm naked," Noah needlessly pointed out.
"That's ok, Noah. No-one will mind," Cyril reassured.
"I'll just put my briefs back on," Noah insisted.
"There's really no need," Nico said and snatched the pants from Noah's hand; "Come on."
Noah followed the three out of the office and down the corridor back towards the main gym. He tried to object all the way because he could see the excited gym goers who had watch him take off his briefs. They looked excited to see the lovely specimen get closer.
"Don't you think..."
"No need to worry, Noah," Mr Drummond interrupted.
"May I could just..."
"Stop being silly Noah," Nico chastised.
"I just think maybe..."
"We'll introduce you to everyone," Cyril talked over him as he pushed open the door into the main gym.
"But I'm totally naked!" Noah complained loudly.
The outburst came just as they entered the gym. Everyone had been waiting from him to arrive but no-one had expected him to announce it like that. Mr Drummond, Cyril and Nico turned to look at Noah who, despite the objection, had not covered up his flaccid three-inch penis.
"We had noticed, Noah. We also noticed your hairless penis," Mr Drummond responded; "Do you want to shout about that to everyone in the gym too?"
"No. I'm sorry," Noah said ashamedly.
"I think you should," Mr Drummond admonished. "Go on. If you're going to have outbursts like that in my gym, tell everyone about genitals too!" Mr Drummond insisted.
"I have a hairless penis," Noah mumbled.
"Louder," Cyril said with a titter.
"I have a hairless penis," Noah said at normal volume.
Everyone was gathering around to look at it.
"Louder again. Like you did before," Nico demanded.
"I have a hairless penis!" Noah shouted.
"It's not very big though. I expect my employees to be exemplary," Mr Drummond challenged. "Why should I give you the job here?"
"Because it gets bigger," Noah replied earnestly.
"Pardon?" Cyril probed.
"My little penis gets much bigger!" Noah announced, his face burning with embarrassment.
"Show us," Nico asked.
"Here... in front of everyone?" Noah pretended to complain.
"We just wanted to show you around the gym and you were rude, Noah," Cyril said.
"Exactly. You made this all about your hairless penis and now you can show us all if it was worth making a fuss about," Mr Drummond agreed.
"Mr Drummond... please..." Noah looked dolefully.
"If you want to work here, I need to see all your muscles," Mr Drummond reminded Noah.
Noah wanted to point out that the penis was not actually a muscle but it was not important. Noah reached between his legs and began to pull on his dick. It got bigger and longer, then hotter and harder and a few minutes later Noah was sporting a full seven-inch erection in the middle of the gym floor. He was totally surrounded by men looking lustfully at him.
"Oh my god, look how much stuff is leaking out of it," Nico complained.
"It's making a mess," Cyril added.
"Ge on your knees and clean that up," Mr Drummond said.
Noah obeyed, kneeling doggy style and then putting his mouth to the floor to kiss the few drops of his own precum. Then Noah felt a hand on his ass; when he looked around, Noah saw Mr Drummond had taken off his jacket. His shirt showed off his ripped physique and the bulge in his trousers looked substantial.
"It's not just sporting equipment you need to take care of here," Mr Drummond purred.
"Yea, you need to take care of our equipment too," Nico said as he pulled off his t-shirt.
"You can start with these," Cyril added.
Cyril and Nico pushed their shorts down and stepped out of them. They were already hard - Nico had a 6.5 inch, girthy cock while Cyril was seven inches long. Cyril was still dressed in his vest but paired with his bulging biceps and bulging cock, it was a look that worked for him.
This was one of the things Noah liked most about EMARP. The silly set-up to a pornographic routine but the audience remained. In porn, a gym would have two or three guys but in the EMARP, the four actors with exposed cocks would be watched by a dozen men.
Cyril and Nico both stepped forward and Noah had hardly any time to look at all the men in the audience who were about to watch him suck two cocks. Noah took Cyril in his mouth first, slurping on the head of his dick and then wetting the entire shaft. Nico impatiently pressed his cock against Noah's full mouth until the kneeling teenager found himself trying to accommodate the heads of two dicks at once.
From his doggy position, Mr Drummond continued to play with Noah's ass, his thumb probing the ring. The thick digit caused Noah's cock to drool again – it was dangling beneath him untouched but still very much erect. Noah soon felt an increasing numbers of fingers exploring his sphincter as Mr Drummond's thumb was replaced with three fingers.
Noah began to alternate between Nico and Cyril's hard-ons. He looked up as his head bobbed back and forth – his bright eyes admiring the more mature boys. When Cyril's cock slopped free from the orifice in Noah's face, he slapped his cock on Noah's cheek and nearly poked him in the eye with it. Nico pressed his groin forward, rubbing his cock and balls all over Noah's face.
Noah was just getting used to being faced fucked by two lads at once when he felt something much bigger than fingers playing with his ass. Noah was too busy deep throating seven inches to look around but he could feel a wrapped cock press against his teenage boy hole.
Noah's sphincter spread before the hefty cock, dilating to accommodate the manly rod of meat. Noah took huge gasps of breath once his mouth was empty and he panted to get his breath back while Cyril and Nico continued to masturbate in his face. They were getting close.
Noah looked over his shoulder at Mr Drummond whose trousers and underwear were around his ankles. The tails of his shirt flirted around his groin and thighs while his tie pointed like an arrow towards the erect prize. His cock was over seven inches but less than seven and a half. Noah didn't get to see it for long before, like magic, it vanished amidst a meat injection directly into his ass.
Noah looked back around at Nico and Cyril and kissed their cocks again and again and again. Cyril pushed his cock into Noah's mouth and then Nico had a go at filling Noah's throat. Although his hard-on had gone untouched, Noah still felt like he was getting closer to orgasm too.
Mr Drummond began to grunt as he stabbed at Noah's butt; his balls swung forward, making slapping noises that combined with the slaps of the man's pelvis as it met the cheeks of the boy on all fours.
Noah's mouth was free only long enough for Nico to fire blasts of jizz from his cock across Noah's lips. The muscular young man pumped his dick, shooting messily in all directions and producing a scattershot of blobs over Noah's face and hair. Splashes landed on Cyril's vest but most of it was on Noah.
As Noah felt his guts get ploughed by Mr Drummond, Cyril also shot his load. Noah opened his mouth for Cyril to aim for and most of his first shots met Noah's tongue. Noah lapped it up obediently and licked cum from his lips and face for as far as his tongue could reach.
"Here it comes, Noah," Mr Drummond warned as he too came.
Noah could feel Mr Drummond slow down and could only imagine the cum filled condom inside his ass. It was full of the man's seed and Noah found himself remembering the time he had barebacked with Jamie four months ago. Noah knew to be cautious about STI's but he had reflected on barebacking during his last EMARP too and Noah wasn't sure what to make of his thoughts. Mr Drummond pulled his cock from Noah's ass and Noah relaxed forward until his head met the floor.
"Turn around, Noah," Mr Drummond said.
Noah lifted his head and turned slowly – he was tired and sweaty – but he enjoyed watching Mr Drummond stuff his climaxed cock away and then pulling up his boxers and trousers.
"Lie on your back and exercise that muscle of yours," Mr Drummond said.
Again, Noah was tempted to point out that the penis was not actually a muscle – it was more like a sponge that, when filled with blood, became hard and hot. It was hard and hot now. Before Noah obeyed, he looked around at the legs of the men in the audience. The spectators had watched with rapt attention, just metres from the action, as Noah had been penetrated and face-fucked.
Obediently, Noah lay down, spread his legs and started to jerk his leaky dick.
The faces of the spectators were lustful and jeering while Mr Drummond, Nico and Cyril looked at him judgementally as if he was being tested.
"Is this really part of my interview?" Noah asked.
"Yes indeed. We can all see you are physically fit," Mr Drummond replied.
There was some chuckles from the men watching Noah's onanism.
"And we already saw you enjoy helping people with their stiff muscles," Nico added.
"And we saw your sexually active," Cyril commented.
Noah noticed Cyril had put his shorts back on but was now topless and wiping sweat from his handsome torso.
"Was that your first time, Noah?" Mr Drummond asked in the same tone one might ask: "Why are you leaving your current employer?"
"No, Mr Drummond," Noah replied.
"So you've had sex before?" Mr Drummond asked.
Noah was still jerking off with the audience all around him.
"Men like having sex with me," Noah replied smuttily.
"Are you the kind of boy who likes that?" Mr Drummond asked.
Noah put an arm behind his head to expose his hairless armpit as he masturbated his bald dick.
"The kind of teenage boy who likes men fucking his ass?" Noah clarified. "Yes."
"Your penis makes a lot of mess," Nico commented. "We should find somewhere for you to put all that messy stuff."
"You look flexible, Noah," Cyril observed.
The teen locked eyes with the older boy.
"Can you self-suck?" Nico asked.
Noah's eyes shifted to the other young man.
"I've only tried a few times," Noah admitted.
"If I could self-suck I'd try it all the time," Nico replied; "Do it now."
Noah rocked his legs to try and bend in half to accomplish the task but Nico and Cyril were at hand to help. They grabbed his skinny, bald ankles and lifted his legs. Noah folded over and lifted his head until his mouth was within touching distance of his cock. Noah kissed it and then gradually found pouting his lips and suckling it with his mouth held the head in place. Gradually, Noah sucked harder and the head finally popped into his mouth.
The spectators watched as Noah moved from masturbating himself to sucking his own cock. The audience loved it and when Cyril started playing with Noah's ass, taking the sixteen-year-old closer to the edge. Then Nico caressed Noah's buttocks and teased a finger towards Noah's sphincter. Together, Nico and Cyril slipped their index fingers inside Noah and started to frig him with their digits. Their middle fingers joined the action – four fingers exciting his moist ass. Twenty minutes ago Noah ass was filled with a man's dick and now it had four fingers inside it.
Noah continued to suck himself – bent over and supported by Nico and Cyril who lazily stroked Noah's hairless legs. Noah could taste his own precum and felt himself tense as he got closer to orgasm. There was only one place to unload his sperm now.
Noah blasted his throat with cum – one, two, three blasts. Then his cock sprang free and the remaining shots spilled in Noah's favourite way – on his face. Noah loved being covered with cum – on his face or body or in his hair.
Noah's eyes could see the open amazement and excitement of the audience and Mr Drummond's approving smile. The spasms of pleasure lasted so long that Noah didn't even notice that his legs and been put down and he was lying on his back. The audience gazed at the naked, hairless sixteen-year-old with cum on his face and his floppy-hard cock across his hip.
"Well, Noah... that was very good," Mr Drummond complimented.
Noah licked his lips, emphasising the consumption of his own seed.
"Did I get the job?" Noah asked.
"More than one job I'd say," Mr Drummond replied.
Noah joined in on the laughing. He was happy and naked and had enjoyed every moment of his faux interview. He wouldn't have minded if the narrative had denied him the job just to humiliate him at the end. How bad did he want the job anyway?
"You can stand up now. Let's get you back to my office," Mr Drummond said.
The scenario was reaching its conclusion. He'd sucked and been fucked and now given himself a blowjob – departing the scene of his exhibition would be the final degradation. Or so he thought.
"Staff photo, Mr Drummond?" Cyril said casually.
"Oh, of course," Mr Drummond responded as if he were forgetful.
"Wait... like this?" Noah asked.
"No time like the present," Nico told him.
"Can't I get dressed first?" Noah asked.
"This will only take a moment," Mr Drummond insisted as he calibrated his phone.
"You take staff photos on your mobile phone?" Noah asked.
Mr Drummond ignored Noah and pointed the camera ah him. The naked boy was perfectly framed with the gym scene behind him. The man was able to capture Noah from his toes to the top of his blond head.
"Hands at your side, please," Mr Drummond said impatiently.
Noah hadn't even realised he'd covered up. Exposing his floppy dick, still wet from his own mouth and ejaculation was mortifying. However, the scenario that this would be his staff photo was inspired.
"Beautiful. I'll just send it to your co-workers so they'll recognise you when they start working with you," Mr Drummond said.
There was a "ping" as the man sent the picture to who knew where. Mr Godetia probably. Perhaps his staff picture would be a special feature on Mason's website.
"Oh, Mr Drummond... I think you selected your entire contact list," Nico said.
"What?" Noah responded frantically.
Noah knew how to pretend to be a naïve naked teenager just looking for a job and ending up bare naked in front of strangers.
"One thousand and thirty-one recipients," Mr Drummond said.
"Whoops," Cyril said insincerely.
"A thousand strangers have a naked picture of me?" Noah squeaked.
"If only you hadn't needed the job so badly," Mr Drummond sneered.
Mr Drummond patted Noah's shoulder once they were in the corridor. The scene was over and Noah had enjoyed every moment.
"Did you have fun, Noah?" Cyril asked as he bounded alongside him.
"I always do," Noah replied.
"I can hardly wait for the next one..." Nico said.
Noah felt the same way. He was always excited for his next adventure. His next EMARP, his next Task-Me, his next accidental exposure of next capture at just the wrong moment. Noah's life was still a series of embarrassing events, he couldn't stop pondering what would happen next?
The Nifty Archivists do an amazing job, please consider donating to help keep the site up and running (I do not receive any financial compensation for my stories): http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Feedback to authors is their only compensation and motivation.
Email me: niftyencomiums@gmail.com
My blog: https://niftyencomiums.blogspot.com (updated weekly with teasers for the next chapter)
My newtumbl: https://niftyguy.newtumbl.com/
My Twitter: @niftyencomiums1
My stories so far:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#jforrester
Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
Ongoing (interconnected) short stories: Anthology.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures