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 Twelve: Halloween XVII – The Nightmare on Palm Street
SUNDAY 31ST OCTOBER 2021
Noah was seventeen years old today.
The big one seven.
As he stirred from sleep, Noah stroked seventeen centimetres of morning wood. His alarm had gone off a few minutes ago but Noah lay in bed to give his dick a nice firm stroke... then Dan opened his bedroom door.
"Dan!" Noah complained.
Right behind Daniel were his dad and Jamie. It was obvious what Noah had been up to – his toplessness revealed a skinny chest and petite nipples with his engorgement tenting the sheets. Noah's dad had been working in America for the last year and a half or so and had returned just yesterday – just in time for Noah's birthday. Bruce was embarrassed for his son even though he knew Noah loved being naked and humiliated and aroused.
Jamie smirked at Noah's impending exposure and his dad blushed and tried to look away but didn't really want to and Dan? Well, he'd counted on Noah being hard in the morning. When he'd heard Noah's alarm, he'd waited just long enough for Noah to get into a nice hard rhythm.
"How about a nice family photo for your seventeenth birthday?" Daniel said.
"Maybe in a minute..." Noah tried to postpone but knew Daniel would win.
Dan strode across the room, took Noah by the hand, and pulled him out from under his covers.
"Nonsense," Dan said as he dragged Noah from bed.
Noah was still naked, hairless and hard as he was pressed against Daniel and his dad with Jamie taking the picture. The men on either side of the petite blonde twink had hot skin. They both wore shorts but where Daniel was shirtless, his dad wore a vest that covered his chest but still revealed muscled biceps.
Noah was the elongating noodle of the family – getting taller and broader and slightly more muscled but remaining skinny as his height outpaced the other developments. Noah's hard-on stood out, slopping precum on his feet and on the floor as Jamie took the picture.
"There, now wasn't that nice?" Daniel said patronisingly as he let Noah go and ruffled his hair.
Noah looked into Dan's armpit with it's neat nest of wiry hair. He moved quickly while Dan's arm was raised, half squatting, grabbing Dan's shorts and pulling them down to his ankles. The movement sent a waft of unwashed cock smell into Noah's face and Dan's big dick and balls swung between his legs.
"One more picture?" Noah suggested.
Daniel gritted his teeth – not used to one-upmanship but also not willing to admit defeat.
"Sure thing. Daddy, drop your shorts too," said Dan.
"Nope!" Bruce replied, dodging towards Jamie.
Bruce had allowed so much bad judgement and indiscretion into his life over the past few months – an orgy with his sons and their friend two months ago was perhaps his limit. He didn't want to be in a naked picture with his boys.
"I think it would be better if this were just a brothers portrait, don't you think Jamie?" Bruce asked.
"Honestly? As long as I get to take dick pics, I don't care who's in them," Jamie replied.
Daniel submitted to the picture; his big but flaccid penis was still impressive next to Noah's now semi-hard dick. The fat but limp tumescence was plump and heavy between Noah's legs. Jamie took a few pictures of the naked brothers, relishing the close contact of their skin and remembering all the times he had enjoyed with the fraternal lads.
"Will we leave you to finish masturbating?" Daniel asked Noah.
All eyes went to Noah's dick. He had a strange family – this was not in doubt.
"You guys don't need to leave," Noah replied casually.
Noah returned to his bed, stroking until he was hard again and then sitting on his bed with wide legs exposing his perineum and his now big dick, spewing precum, attracting all the attention.
"We'll leave you to it," Bruce said.
And they did leave him to it – once Jamie had taken one more picture.
When Noah and Dan had collected their dad from the airport yesterday, they had gone to lunch and then spent the day in the city centre; window shopping and buying things but mostly the former. The shopping centre was busy and Noah tuned out while his dad and brother discussed the collapse of a shopping centre development in the north of the city; local elected officials had been accused of accepting bribes from money laundering businessmen. As if politicians would be so disreputable as to lie, cheat and steal – can you imagine?
Noah recalled a story about the collapse from an article in the FIVE DUKES HERALD a few months ago. Construction was complete and dozens of stores had purchased vacant spaces inside but then the massive fraud case against the charlatan businessman had stalled all further progress. No progress had been made on the dispute since the allegations had been brought to light. As if disgraced politicians would be allowed to just continue in their day-to-day jobs with such serious accusations against them – can you imagine?
Noah didn't really care about the discussion – he was looking for new trainers and maybe a bike. Noah left the shopping centre without a bike but he did get new trainers. The family, including Jamie, had then gone out for dinner. Noah had enjoyed being with his dad and felt a little bit sad at how much they were missing of each other while the man was working across the world. It was that his father's absence was felt so keenly when his mother's was not felt at all. She had been incarcerated since he was four years old and he hadn't seen her for a dozen years. She meant nothing to Noah while his father meant the world. His dad, his brother and Jamie were his family.
All families could be annoying sometimes though. For example, Noah hadn't the chance to masturbate on Saturday night and had looked forward to relieving himself until Dan, his dad and Jamie had arrived.
Having been interrupted on his Sunday morning/ birthday wank, Noah edged for a while and then decided to take a shower. He was seventeen and could cum five times a day but he wanted to save up his sperm in case anything exciting happened like it had last year.
Last year, Daniel had taken Noah to a house party wearing only his birthday suit – naked amongst older teens and young men, Noah had been shaved, masturbated and photographed by strangers.
This year, Noah's birthday had balloons and cake and presents so by the time the doorbell was ringing just after sunset, Noah had almost forgotten that Matty et al were coming over. Almost but not quite. The friends had Halloween plans – trick or treating for a good cause – but Noah had trusted Mateo to choose his costume.
Noah was naked when his friends arrived – he was in his house and he was a nudist, of course he was naked. Yet Noah still got little smiles from Ronan and Matty who arrived first. Matty was wearing a Ghostbusters jumpsuit personalised with SANTOS LOCRA on the nametag (his surnames).
"Ghost lusters!" Mateo declared with a laugh at his own joke.
Ronan was wearing black trousers with an open white shirt and a superman top underneath. The top was tight across Ronan's firm chest, his physique rather suited so such a fit character. A pair of black rimmed glasses completed the look – halfway between Clark Kent and Superman. A duality of characters that had tickled Ronan when he thought of it. It was a lazy but oddly effective costume.
"Why don't you try this on," said Matty.
The boys had been to costume Halloween parties in recent years but it was several years since they had last gone trick or treating outside on Halloween night. Ronan had suggested participating in a charity event organised by Dukeshead Secondary School – their initiative was to raise money and treats for impoverished kids. It was and enterprise that some of the more affluent schools wished they'd thought of.
TREAT OR TREAT – NOURISH THE NEEDY
The name of the initiative was typed in bold on pumpkin-shaped buckets donated for the task by a local party supplier. It was a true community effort.
Despite Noah's birthday and Halloween representing an opportunity to be ridiculous and probably exhibitionist, it was also good to know he might help people. Matty punctuated his "why don't you try this on," with a thrust of his hand and a mischievous grin.
Mateo handed Noah a small package and inside was a pair of dark green underpants and a loincloth in the same colour with fake leaves attached to it. Mateo had decided Noah was going to be Tarzan! This Noah only knew because Matty had told him. Ronan had, unhelpfully, suggested Noah could pass himself off as Mowgli from The Jungle Book if he wanted to. Honestly, Noah was a bit surprised Mateo had allowed him to have the underpants that came with it.
The loincloth was not big. The rear covered about 2cm (perhaps as much as one inch) below his little ass cheeks and the front was just a little bit longer. The front would adequately cover Noah's testicles and penis but only if he was flaccid – if he got an erection, 17.3cm of cock would certainly defeat the loincloth.
Good thing he had the briefs to wear under it.
The front and rear pouches were attached by a thin sting that tied together but also helped to expose his hips. If it wasn't for the briefs, his naked hips would be obvious for all to see. As it was, Noah's silky, creamy, hairless thighs were still going to be exposed. Noah's bare, satin legs were going to be out all night too. Noah's bare back and chest would, of course, remain exposed.
It really was an ingenious costume. Noah had grown so used to being naked that the birthday suit charade of last year would not have humiliated him as badly as this costume would. The costume was almost decent but not quite – exposing so much of him that he might as well be nude and yet achieving more for all that it inadequately covered.
Noah pulled on the briefs and then tied the loincloth with bows on either hip. Noah was perfectly aware that all it would take to unfasten the loincloth would be to pull the strings on both sides. Good thing he had green briefs beneath the green, faux forest loincloth. The only other addition to the costume was a pair of sandals. These too were an exciting choice because his bare feet would be visible and barely covered but still covered. Again, the almostness of the costume and the sandals was what made them so marvellous.
"You look great," Mateo said with wide eyes.
"I thought you were in love with Kevin now?" Noah teased.
"I am but I've still got eyes. I've never seen so much skin exposed by a costume before. Wow!" Matty announced.
<<The minute they cast a boy this hot to play Tarzan, count me in!>>
Ronan was loathed to agree with Herman but the voice in his head had a good point. Noah looked so beautiful that it almost...
<<...break my fucking cock.>>
...hurt. Ronan was watching Noah and Matty chatting and realised that he didn't know what they were talking about. He had been somewhere else, distracted and absent, while the world went on and he was missing it. Out of all the things Ronan had learned about his Schizophrenia, the knowledge that he had so many negative symptoms were what made him feel saddest.
Positive symptoms like the voice, the paranoia, the confused thoughts and speech sometimes were more easily managed. Negative symptoms took away from Ronan's experience of the world – a loss of interest, withdrawal and emotionlessness were a version of himself that Ronan didn't want to be.
"Of course I'm wearing something under my jumpsuit, Noah! Do you think I'm crazy?!" Matty exploded theatrically. "Now, are you sure you need the briefs?"
<<Take them off! With your teeth!>>
"What do you think, Ronan?" Mateo asked.
"Ummm..." Ronan replied.
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"Miles away?" Mateo asked affectionately.
Ronan's expression was worried and his eyes moved to Noah whose eyes were kind and warm and supportive. If Ronan wanted to tell his secret, Noah would be there to help. Ronan had missed so many opportunities to tell his friends and, honestly, he capitalised on the excuses and distractions to not tell the others.
His friends knew Ronan had a secret to tell and that Noah knew it but the last time it had come up, they were learning about Toby's boyfriend and Ronan didn't think it would have been fair to ruin the moment with talk about voices and life-long mental illness. Ronan was still making excuses for not telling his friends – Noah knew, his parents knew, the school knew – but he wanted them to know.
"What was that look for?" Mateo asked Noah and Ronan. "What you guys hiding? Are you dating? No, teenage pregnancy? No, are you learning to communicate telepathically?"
Ronan and Noah chuckled.
"Telepromptively?" Matty asked.
"That's not even a word!" Ronan protested.
<<And they call you crazy!?>>
"No, you dolt!" Noah replied with a friendly slap to Mateo's head.
Mateo, for all his gregariousness, poor social filter and boisterous nature, knew when to back off and mind his own business. Luckily they were saved by the bell. Samir arrived with Toby and Amos. Where Samir was dressed as C3PO, the boyfriends had co-ordinated. Toby was dressed as Rocket – complete with an impressively furry facemask and little racoon ears. Amos was dressed as Groot – the elven faced boy had the willowy physique to pull off the beanpole character.
"Are you really going to go out like that?" Amos asked Noah incredulously.
<<Lol! He must be new!>>
Ronan laughed at Herman's interjection but everyone else was amused by Amos's amazed expression. Samir was similarly bewildered by Noah's costume but he just kind of rolled with the crazy stuff Noah got up to.
"Yea, it should be fine. It's a safe neighbourhood around here and who doesn't love skinny topless boys in their underpants?" Noah asked rhetorically.
"I love `em," Amos answered anyway. "Your costume's brilliant too Ronan!"
<<He's just being nice to distract you.>>
Ronan smiled gratefully at Amos's compliment and made a choice without obsession or hesitation.
"Listen, before we go, there's something I want to tell you all," Ronan said.
"Ronan, are you sure?" Noah asked – supportive that his friend was ready to talk but surprised.
<<Ronan, are you sure? Wait, is there an echo in here? Echo in here? Echo in here?>>
"I've been keeping a secret for a long time..." Ronan said.
Ronan didn't need more time or foreshadowing to tell his friends about this.
<<You are really pissing me off with this! How many times do I have to tell you...>>
"I'm schizophrenic," Ronan interrupted Herman.
It could still be really hard to think straight or concentrate with Herman talking in his head and Ronan knew he had a habit of accidentally talking back or spacing out listening to Herman and thus stopping himself mid-sentence.
Foreshadowing and planning and building himself up to talking about his mental health were all very well and good in principle but in practice it meant that it took him over a year of hearing voices and eight months of friendship with Noah before he told anyone at all. Noah had known for five months now and Ronan had continued to make excuses and keep his secret a secret.
When he looked at his friends he could see surprise and apprehension on their faces.
<<They think you're a weirdo! They think you're crazy! A monster!>>
"Wow, Ronan. That's..." Amos started to say but lost confidence in his reply.
"You're our friend, Ronan and you always will be. It must have been hard to tell us," Samir said supportively.
"I'm sorry if I didn't make it easier for you to tell us sooner, Ronan," Toby said gently. "Amos noticed something was up. I just never really thought about it. I thought it was just you being you."
"We like you being you," Noah jumped in and everyone nodded.
"So, what does it actually mean?" Matty asked.
"I hear a voice in my head," Ronan said.
"What's he saying right now?" Matty asked cagily.
"He's singing the Ghostbusters theme," Ronan said exasperatedly.
"Who you gonna call?" Matty said, his predictable little self.
<<GHOSTBUSTERS!>>
"Fucking hell," Ronan winced – Herman could be very loud.
Ronan was aware of the odd looks his reaction engaged and now they knew why he was so weird sometimes.
"I find it hard to pay attention and to be interested in things. I get distracted and most of the time I have a voice in my head that no-one else can hear," Ronan explained.
Noah could feel Toby looking at him even without looking and he felt guilty for having kept it a secret even though it wasn't his secret to tell.
"Ronan told me at the start of the summer but it wasn't my place to tell any of you so I kept quiet," Noah explained.
"I didn't want to tell anyone for a long time because Herman... that's his name... he gets angry and shouts at me and didn't want anyone to know. It's common apparently," Ronan said.
Amos recalled the first time he had met Toby's friends, he had inferred `something' was up with Ronan and even speculated neurodivergence but nothing like this. He was curious, as was everyone, so he ventured a question as cautiously as he could.
"Is he like another person? What's that thing called, multiple personality?" Amos asked.
"No. It's not like that. I mean, he is a different person but he can't do anything to me or make me do anything. He's just a voice inside me. I've been talking to a doctor recently, a psych nurse, getting therapy," Ronan revealed.
"Well, I think the most important question is..." Matty started to ask.
"Oh, here we go," Noah muttered because Matty could always be relied upon to lower the tone.
"Is he hot?" Mateo asked.
<<Yes! Tell him yes! Let me check my breath in case he wants smoochies.>>
Ronan smiled and then chuckled – at Matty and at Herman.
"I don't know," Ronan answered. "I don't see him; I only hear him."
"Are you ok?" Samir asked.
Ronan nodded but Samir closed the space between them and hugged his friend. Then Matty piled on and then Amos and Toby joined in. Crushed in the middle of the friendly scrum of support, Ronan looked between heads and shoulders and saw Noah standing apart. Noah was the first person he'd told – the boy who had been there for him and helped just by knowing.
"So... are we going out or what?" Ronan asked.
"We are. If you still want to," Toby replied.
"Are you Clark Kent and the other guy... Herman? Is he Superman?" Matty asked.
"You're reading too much into the costume I think," Ronan answered.
<<Good one. I think he bought it. Don't tell anyone I'm Superman ok?>>
Tarzan, Clark Kent, a Ghostbuster, C3PO, Rocket and Groot went trick or treating.
It sounds like the start of a bad joke but it wasn't. Noah was self-conscious – aware of how much skin he was showing in public on his own street. His feet were almost bare inside the sandals, his long and hairless legs were exposed, his groin covered with a loincloth and undies and he was topless. Noah's bare back and thin chest were beautifully boyish, his nipples small and erect in the cool October air.
Ryan was across the road with his own friends and about to set off too – they waved and proceeded away from Noah's house but they didn't stop or approach the nearest houses. They agreed that exposing Noah to his neighbours in a gratuitous costume would have been unfair. Also, Noah had reservations about Ryan's dad who seemed like a bit of an asshole.
Since it was late October, the night was already dark and it was cold. Not freezing but mid-single digits. Cold enough to make Noah's nipples hard and the breath of wind tickled his bare ankles, raced up his velvety legs and cooled the pouch of his underwear beneath the loincloth.
In spite of, or perhaps because of, the sandals, the briefs and the loincloth, Noah felt very exposed. They had walked away from Noah's home and in the general direction of Dukeshead Secondary School. The real trick or treaters were on their way home - cute kids cute costumes who had been out before it got too dark. They held hand with parents or raced ahead of mum & dad while eating chocolate. Some of the parents gave Noah quizzical or critical or disapproving looks but the kids thought he was funny; besides no parent wanted to be the one who admonished another parent's child.
Was that how Noah looked? Like a child?
His bare legs and hairless body had resulted in Noah unwittingly modelling clothes for 13-14-year-old boys. The group travelled together, trying to shield Noah when they could and each carrying a pumpkin shaped bucket with stickers declaring DUKESHEAD SECONDARY FOOD BANK.
On every doorstep, Noah got quizzical looks – most people thought he was just being a silly boy. As with the parents in the street, some the families that answered their doors offered critical looks. Then there were the ones who thought it was funny or cute. Noah was openly checked out on several occasions - the seventeen-year-old hairless Tarzan in a loincloth and briefs was considered very sexy by some.
They were getting closer to the Dukeshead school and therefore the boys who attended it. At the next house, about an hour after the adventure had begun, a Flash answered the door.
"What the fuck, dude?" asked the older teen who had answered the door.
"Trick or treat?" Matty said.
Matty's charm was not going to distract the lad.
"Looks like you've been tricked already," the lad replied.
"We're collecting for treat or treat," said Ronan.
"Have you been walking around like that all night?" the lad asked – ignoring the others as he took in Noah's skimpy outfit.
"No, not all night," Toby defended.
"Yea. Just, like, an hour?" Amos added.
"Not really the point we were driving at sweetie," Toby whispered.
"You've been walking around practically naked?" the teenager asked – ignoring everyone but Noah.
"We're collecting for the foodbank," Noah replied evasively, avoiding the question and shaking his bucket.
"It's pretty brave wearing such a revealing costume in public," the Flash-costumed lad said in a way that sounded complementary.
"Thanks..." Noah said, blushing.
"We need to get going. Are you going to give us anything?" Ronan intervened.
The lad's eyes switched to Ronan. Where Amos and Toby and Noah were physically meek, Ronan was husky and strong and not to be challenged. The lad smiled sweetly.
"Sure. I actually go to Dukeshead. We have a team there who'd love to see you all tonight," the lad said.
"I know two boys," Noah said. "Ramon and Damian?"
"Really? You know them?" the lad replied, almost impressed but then he grinned knowingly. "Oh, yea... that makes sense. They'll be down the road at number 44."
Noah had grown used to knowing when something sexy was going to happen and he sensed in the lad's voice that he was being invited, dared even, to go to the school wearing the Tarzan outfit. Noah had invoked the invitation – deep down he knew he had been looking for an adventure.
The lad dropped sweets and money into each of their buckets.
"You know, everyone in this street will be happy to donate to the foodbank," the lad said earnestly. "Especially for such a special costume."
"Who are Ramon and Damian?" Ronan asked as they headed back onto the busy street where a group of three fifteen-year-olds did a double take on Noah.
"A couple of boys I know. They've kind of been around during a couple of my... adventures?" Noah replied. "If they say anything, just go with it."
Within his friendship group, there was a varying degree of understanding of the things Noah had gotten up to. Everyone knew about the nudism and his nudism at school had suggested that Noah was more remarkable than previously known. Matty and Ronan knew just about everything – the EMARP events and the real-life series of embarrassing events that Noah had lived. Toby, Samir and now Amos were somewhere in the spectrum of knowledge and ignorance.
It was an unfamiliar neighbourhood but only two streets from the school so they felt safe. Or were they in the lion's den? Dukeshead boys were called Dickheads for a reason.
They knocked on another dozen doors, each one answered by a teenage boy or boys. This was partly because the first had warned his friends but also because the less salubrious area had parents who worked late. It was a good thing too considering what was about to happen.
They stepped into the porch of a semi-detached house and knocked the door. When it swung open, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were standing in the hall. Noah knew them better as Ramon and Damian. The pair of lads had seen Noah naked at his first EMARP and then, again naked, running in the woods during heavy rainfall. They were friends of Jasper and Dural and Noah trusted them not to take things too far.
Noah also trusted them to make things interesting.
"Hey Ram and Damian," Noah said with a nod.
"Wow, Noah. Long-time no see," said Ram.
"That's not the only thing we can't see," Damian said. "Do you have any pubes?"
Noah blushed at the bluntness of the question. Then Noah smiled and where his friends had initially jumped to his defence, they had grown used to the gentle teasing from the Dickheads and Noah's interest in the attention. They also accepted that whatever was going to happen, Noah was complicit.
"They're due to start growing back any day now," Noah replied timidly.
"We love the costume, Noah," acknowledged Ram.
Ramon and Damian were putting treats into all the buckets as the chatted – somewhat rudely ignoring everyone else.
"The only thing is..." Damian started to say.
"The only thing is, it's kind of ruined by the briefs. Don't you think?" Ram added.
"Yes," this reply came from Mateo.
The question had been rhetorical but Matty was happy to help out the sexy boys who were clearly going to make things interesting. Matty had been wishing all night that there were no briefs beneath the loincloth.
"Oh... I dunno..." Noah said.
"I bet if you took off the briefs, the... ummm... people would be impressed by..." Ramon stumbled over his excuse.
"Your commitment to the authenticity of the costume," Damian chipped in.
"Oh, that's good," Ram congratulated.
"Yea. Your commitment will be rewarded," Damien concluded.
"And you want to contribute as much as you can to a good cause, right?" Ramon pressed.
"So... you're saying that taking off my briefs will help the foodbank?" Noah asked.
"Sure," Ram said unconvincingly.
"Are you guys going to be there later?" Noah asked.
"We'll be along in a while," Damien acknowledged.
"In that case, why don't we make things interesting?" Noah proposed.
<<I'm getting bored. When do the panties come off?>>
"Since we're raising money for charity and getting treats for people less fortunate, why don't we auction my briefs? Do you think anyone would want them?" Noah asked, blushing as he realised perhaps other boys weren't as filthy minded as him.
Ram and Damian laughed though, delighted with the idea.
"You could auction the video of the donation too?" Ronan suggested.
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"That's a good idea," Damian said.
Damian took out his mobile phone and Ram happily stepped forward to the other task. Noah's friends had been watching and listening – most of them safely sheltered from most of Noah's antics were bewildered by Noah's boldness.
"Is he always like this?" Amos whispered to the others.
"I try to stay out of it. Does nothing for me, remember?" Samir replied.
"Noah is very passionate nudist," Toby tried to explain – to himself or to Amos?
"Tip of the iceberg, mate," Mateo answered.
Ramon squatted at crotch height (a homosexually recognised unit of measurement) and stroked Noah's velvety legs. The skin was cold but smooth as porcelain – not a single prickle of stubble to be felt. Ramon slid his hand up Noah's legs, past the knee and then up the side of Noah's silky thighs. The back of Ramon's hand felt the ties of Noah's loincloth and he was so tempted to pull them and drop the loincloth too.
Maybe later.
Ramon grabbed the bottom of Noah's briefs and tugged them down slowly. Noah felt the cool breath of the air against his exposed penis. The air ventilating beneath and to the sides of the flap that barely covered his genitals.
"You're out of you mind," Amos muttered happily.
"Around your ankles, best place for your briefs Noah," Ramon joked.
Noah stepped out of them and was left on the doorstep in just a loincloth and sandals. The flap at the back covered the bottom of his buttocks, just, but Noah still felt the night against his cheeks. The chill spreading along his perineum until his ass and his penis and the space in between were in homeostasis.
In some ways, Noah was lucky that his penis was flaccid because it meant there was no risk of the short and stubby little prick poking free at the bottom or the sides of the loincloth. On the other hand, Noah was a teenage boy who knew quite nicely that he would be laughed at for having a two-inch penis.
But that was part of the fun.
It was amazing the difference the removal of the briefs made – Noah's chest, legs and feet had been bare all along so the only portion of skin now exposed that was not exposed before was at his hip. Anyone looking at Noah had thought his costume was humiliatingly skimpy but it had been obvious he had underwear on. Now, his hip was naked but for the narrow ties that held the loincloth together and it was obvious he did not have underwear on.
"I'll let you sniff them for a quid," Ramon offered as he affectionately handled the warm briefs.
"Gross," Samir said.
"Done!" said Matty.
Matty, Ronan and Damian paid the price for playing with Noah's used briefs, leaving Noah wondering if there was a niche for selling his used or contaminated clothing.
"You guys should get going," Ramon said.
"There's a small event around the corner for everyone involved in the treat or treat collection," Damian said and he pointed in the direction they should follow.
It was only when the boys stepped out of the porch that they discovered it had started to rain – not heavily but the misty drizzle fell in specks that dampened Noah's skin. Noah's white skin shone under the lamppost as they walked beneath it. Noah could feel his nipples getting wet and the pores of his skin tightened. Noah breathed in sharpy in the coldness, sucking in his tummy and causing the loincloth to slip a little.
"Noah, are you ok?" Amos asked Noah as they started waking again.
"Yea. Why?" Noah asked.
"I'm just checking you're not totally insane," Amos said. "You know this is crazy, right?"
Noah smirked in response – the totally rational response helped to hype the scenario for Noah.
"You don't mind, do you?" Noah asked.
Noah's only worry was that the friends who were largely unaware of his antics – Amos, Toby and Samir – would be freaked out. Matty and Ronan were used to hearing about Noah's insane adventures so he knew they'd be having the time of their lives.
"Yea, it's fine. If you want to expose yourself and be made fun of, that's your choice," Amos said.
Amos was a little critical about it – his experience of mockery and scorn were deeply hurtful and it was irksome that Noah could court satisfaction from derision. But Amos had lived a different life from Noah. As a transgender boy, Amos had never experienced approval from criticism and clearly Noah did.
"I hope you don't mind but I think I'm going to go do my own thing once we get to the school," Samir said.
"What? Why?" Mateo asked.
"Amos is right... this is crazy and it's not my thing. I don't want to be a buzz kill and I know you guys will find new friends to play with," Samir replied.
"We'll come with you," Toby said – taking Amos's hand.
Toby looked guiltily at Noah but Noah smiled reassuringly. He wanted them to be safe and happy and comfortable. As Toby and Noah broke eye contact, Noah saw Toby looking down. Noah looked down too and saw that when he'd breathed in, the loincloth had slipped so low that the top of the front flap was resting on the very top of his penis. In the total absence of pubes (which was now worryingly obvious) the root of Noah's dick, a small cylinder of boy meat, peeked in and out of view as Noah walked and the loincloth shifted.
They were near the end of the road, about to go around the corner Damian had pointed to, when they started to hear the hubbub of activity. They turned onto Palm Street and Noah envisioned a nightmare. The pavement on both sides had groups of boys, some huddled around trestle tables, all the way to the school at the end of the road. In a moment, they would see Noah – practically naked and courting further exposure.
It was a nightmare on Palm Street.
It wasn't late but it was clear that the tables had been set up as part of the treat or treat campaign with the community donating food, sweets or funds and the boys at the tables accepting and organising the donations.
The tables were now mostly clear – everything moved down to the school – but the boys remained. There was music playing loud enough to warrant a noise complaint but it wasn't the sort of street that did that kind of thing. The houses were in the opposite direction and the part of the road that Noah et al stepped onto was largely greenspace and pedestrianised for the safety of the school.
"You don't mind if we..." Toby started to ask.
"No, I'll see you guys later," Noah beamed back.
"Happy birthday, Noah. Enjoy," Samir said.
Samir, Toby and Amos wandered off with their donations in search of someone to help them. The group of six became three – Noah, Mateo and Ronan. Perhaps the others had helped to shield Noah from view because it only took a few seconds for him to be noticed.
A wolf whistle announced that Noah had finally been spotted and whispers and then pointing raised more and more attention. Noah with his toplessness and bare legs and barely covered crotch became the centre of attention.
It was mostly older boys lining the street up to the school – the Sixth Formers and maybe Year 11 – aged between fifteen and eighteen. There was over a hundred of them!
Even in the gloom between streetlights Noah could see smirks and sniggers. He could feel their eyes on him as he walked down the street towards the school where he hoped to donate the treats he'd gathered for charity and then... what?
"Lovely legs."
"Great costume."
"You're almost wearing that thing."
Some boys were content to observe from afar but a few ventured closer. Close enough to behold the full horror of Noah's undress or rather, Noah's horror of revealing himself to everyone else. Matty and Ronan backed off just enough to get a good view of the action but close enough to save Noah if he needed them. A few flashes declared that Noah's skimpy costume was being eternalised on someone's phone.
"Guys he's seriously only wearing a loincloth!" said Ryan.
Noah hadn't noticed that his next-door neighbour had emerged. Ryan, clearly, was delighted to be there to observe Noah's public exhibition. Ryan didn't attend Dukeshead Secondary School but he seemed friendly with several of the lads. Moreover, Noah happened to know that Ryan was in a secret relationship with Scott (a Dukeshead Secondary School pupil) but he was nowhere in sight.
"Did you shave your legs for this?"
"No," Noah answered.
The boys laughed.
"Did you shave your chest?"
"No," Noah replied.
More giggles and scoffing.
"I don't think he's got any pubes," Ryan called attention.
"You can practically see his dick!"
"Did you shave your pubes?" Ryan sought to embarrass him.
"Yes," Noah admitted.
"Oh my god! He shaved his pubes!" Ryan shouted for all to hear. "Balls too?"
Noah nodded and four boys of seventeen continued to circle closer but not surrounded him because they didn't want anyone to miss the chance to see Noah. Noah suppressed a smile as he caught Matty and Ronan's eyes and they stood back, enjoying the show and amazed Noah was going so far.
"Show us your pits," Ryan asked.
Noah exposed his smooth armpits and boys laughed with excitement or groaned with disgust.
"He's like a baby Tarzan!"
"Isn't this past your bedtime?"
"How old are you?" someone asked.
"Seventeen today," Noah revealed.
More laughing.
"Seventeen. He's seventeen?!"
The crowd felt less guilty about looking and leering.
"Do you like showing off?"
"I guess so," Noah confessed.
"He came to my house an hour ago," said a recent voice.
Noah looked to see the lad in a Flash costume.
"An hour? You've been wandering around like this for an hour?" asked one of the incredulous teens.
It was still drizzling with rain but there was a lot of interest in the Tarzan teen.
"He was wearing briefs an hour ago though," Flash commented.
"What?"
"Oh fuck, I hadn't even noticed. Are you not even wearing underpants?" Ryan shouted.
"No," Noah bushed so hard.
The laughter mixed together. Some of it was mean, some of it was embarrassed for Noah, some of it was nervous and some of it was lustful.
"Aren't you cold?" the Flash asked.
The rain was coming down heavier now and no matter how unique or interesting an almost naked Tarzan was, most boys wanted out of the rain.
"I little," Noah chittered.
"Hey, you met our friend," Ram called and jogged up the street.
"You know him?"
"Oh, of course you guys know him," one of the lads said as if it made sense now.
As if anything could make sense of a nearly nude, hairless seventeen-year-old standing in the street in nothing but a loincloth. The hundred plus boys had witted down to a few dozen – most still lingering on the pavement while Noah stood in the middle of the street. Noah stood in the spotlight. A few were recording him on their phones – the lighting sufficient to capture Noah's near nudity but the teenager hoped the details of his face were less certain.
"Well, this is fun," said Ryan.
"You think this is fun?" Damian said.
"Check this out," Ramon added.
Noah was still facing the school at the end of the road – just two minutes' walk away. The Dukeshead boys lined the pavements on either side of him. Ramon came up behind Noah and tugged both strings holding the loincloth together.
The loincloth peeled away instantly, tugged into Ramon's hands and fully exposing Noah to the entire street lined with teenage boys.
"Oh my god! He's fucking naked!" Ryan stated the obvious.
More kids would look now, attracted to the commotion.
Noah knew it was coming but was still somehow surprised when he was stripped and exposed. His full frontal and rear exposure were a true test even for someone like Noah. Noah as used to nudity in controlled environments – even when he was not in control.
EMARP.
Task-Me strip hide and seek.
A sex education demonstration.
Only a few times had the control felt chaotic. Like when he'd been stripped in broad daylight and accidentally ran into a crowd of schoolboys. History was repeating itself. It was not broad daylight but the streetlights illuminated Noah as well as any summer sun would have.
There was an explosion of giggles and pointing and jaws dropping. Gasps and muttering and embarrassment for the exposed teen. Noah hadn't moved to cover his genitals, not deliberately though; he was simply stunned by his predicament.
Noah's dankly little willy only served to embarrass him even more – the stubby, two-inch penis sticking out from his groin, not even long enough to sag. The cold had pulled his scrotum tight until his balls were in a globe of leathery sac.
Noah finally covered himself but he had been naked! Totally naked and exposed!
Noah's embarrassment was compounded by the fact they all knew he was seventeen – old enough that he should have pubic hair and old enough that a two-incher was a mortifying display. Noah didn't know these boys and they didn't know him. Perhaps some of the teenagers on the football team would recognise him... oh, fuck! What if they recognised him?
"I'll just hold onto this," Damian said as he snatched the loincloth from Ramon's hand and kept it tight in his grip – Noah would not be getting it back.
"Run to the school gate, keep right and head for the football pitch," Ramon whispered.
As the laughing and pointing, sniggering and jeering continued to fill the street, Noah took off at the best run he could. The globes of his butt were shining as he receded. The closer he got to the school gate, the farther the initial laughter got. However, he got closer to other boys who hadn't seen the pantsing and were agog when the naked seventeen-year-old steaked past. His hands were covering his genitals but it was clear for all to see he was nude.
He passed two boys who he thought he recognised and they recognised him but Noah kept running. Bearing right as Ramon told him, Noah was quicky shrouded in darkness. The streetlights and school lighting petered out until there was no illumination. No-one had chased him – too surprised and amused or revolted and they wouldn't know what to do with him if they'd caught him.
It had been hard to run in sandals and even harder to run on the soft grass that was getting muddier the farther he travelled. The waterlogged grass squelched under Noah's feet.
Noah paused near the football pitch which was floodlight but unusable because of the mud and he continued to be pelted by the rain. It was only a few minutes before a group emerged from the dark.
The four boys who had ventured closer and the Flash were led by Ramon and Damian; Ryan, Matty and Ronan also appeared. And then twins – the pair of boys Noah had recognised as he reached the school gates.
Noah suddenly realised who they were. The Dukeshead twins went to the Drama Club. Bill and Ben were peasant and outgoing and very shocked to see Noah exposed.
"We've just been hearing about your adventure," Bill said.
"You're a cheeky exhibitionist!" the Flash said.
Noah looked at Ram who nodded – he had told them enough to avoid more awkward questions.
"We're excited to see what else you'll do," said Ryan.
Noah's next-door neighbour seemed more comfortable expressing his interest as mob rule asserted itself. Ryan felt lucky as to see Noah like this and (privately) he had already admitted how much he admired Noah's confidence – and his body.
"Noah... are you really a nudist?" Ben asked.
"Yes," Noah confessed.
"It came up by way of explaining your costume," Mateo said guilty – unsure if he should have told anyone.
"I hope you'll all respect my privacy about that though?" Noah said.
"Says the boy who just streaked outside a school?" laughed one of the lads Noah didn't know.
It was a fair point.
"I just mean..." Noah started to say.
"These guys say you'll let us watch you wank," another unknown boy added.
"We came to get a closer look because we liked what we saw."
"But we don't need the whole school knowing we like naked boys."
"You want to watch me masturbate?" Noah asked – the formal word sounded seedy.
"Yea."
"And one of us is going to buy your underwear. Donate the money to charity."
"Can I buy them back?" Noah asked.
"No," Damian answered.
"We all want to see you doing something filthy Noah," Ram said. "If you're up for it?"
"Ok," Noah agreed without even seeking more terms.
"Follow me," Ram said.
Noah was led closer to the pitch, over sodden grass, and closer to the floodlights until he was adequately illuminated. The twelve boys stood in front of him.
"Sit in the mud," Ram ordered.
"What?" Noah replied and clearly was not the only one surprised.
"Sit in the mud and then get hard," Ram said.
Rain had plastered Noah's hair down and the mud was so soft that his sandals got stuck as he tried to shift his feet. It was easier to just pull his feet free and when he did, his bare feet sank into the filthy mud. Noah lowered his butt to the ground and the mud sank into his crack, plastered his cheeks and he was sucked into mud that was several inches deep. Noah's feet and ankles and then the backs of his legs and thighs were covered in muck. Noah's hands were thankful clean and he gripped his soft dick and started playing with it.
Sitting up in the mud on his birthday, in the night and in the dark; spotlighted by bright lights for an audience of twelve; half covered in mud and playing with his willy, Noah found it hard to get hard.
It took a few minutes of tugging and playing and when he finally got hard, those who did not know him were impressed that his cock was seven inches long. Noah leaked precum onto his tummy and closed his eyes as he jerked and played with the head of his cock.
Noah's eyes opened when he felt a foot on his chest – Ramon's dirty trainer left a print on Noah's chest and pushed him back, back until Noah lay down in the mud. Noah's entire back from his head to his toes was sunk into cold and thick, disgusting mud. His front was still clean – except for Ramon's footprint on his chest – so he looked like a biscuit with on half dipped in chocolate.
"That's a lot of precum," Bill said.
"Bidding for Noah's briefs will start at a fiver," Damian said.
"Ten."
"Fifteen."
"Noah wore these tonight and will go home without them," Ramon said to drive up the price.
Noah kept jerking while boys bid for his underpants.
"Where's the loincloth?" Noah asked.
"We'll come onto that," Damian said.
"Can I buy it back?" Noah tried – having unsuccessful asked the same about his briefs.
"No," Ramon said.
"You concentrate on cumming on your chest," Ben suggested.
Bill and Ben were interesting – twins who wanted to watch a boy wank and buy his used clothes. They might be worth getting to know better, Noah thought.
Noah kept jerking and lying back in the mud, the rain bounced off his chest and crotch and legs, cleaning his front and making him shine with wet. His briefs sold for £85 and then bidding started on the loincloth.
"Without this, Noah will literally walk home naked," Ramon reminded them.
Noah was getting closer to cumming but he wanted the items sold first so he got all the attention when he orgasmed. The loincloth fetched £110 and all eyes turned on Noah for the finale. Noah's hand concentrated on the slippery head which was shiny with precipitation and precum. The noise of fleshy strokes accompanied the percussion on rain on Noah's skin. Noah jerked the entire shaft, finally feeling the urge to unload his balls and dump his semen in the only place he could. Noah ejaculated, still lying in the mud, and sprayed jizz all over his chest and stomach.
"If you give me the briefs and loincloth for a second, you can take some cum home with you too," Noah offered.
Ben was the winner of the loincloth and Ryan the winner of the briefs and both were very excited for Noah to scoop cum onto the used clothing. The cum smeared and spread and then Noah returned the items so their new owners.
But what was Noah going to do about getting home with no clothes on?
"You're nearly soft now," Damian said.
Noah pulled his foreskin over the head of his dick and tasted a final ooze of spunk. Much to the delight of the observers.
"Roll around in the muck," Ramon said.
Noah looked at him but didn't argue, it was an exciting idea. Noah rolled onto his front so his chest and abdomen and groin were covered in wet, soft mud just as his back was. Noah's legs, all over were coated and so were his feet. Noah lifted his arms and splashed mud up his sides and into his armpits. When he turned back over the boys giggled.
"Noah, your dick is covered in mud," Bill said.
"You are going to be a lot of fun to know at Drama Club," Ben added.
"If you want," Bill clarified.
"Yea," Ben agreed. "It'll be easy too because Mr Cooke is kind of a perv."
Noah didn't respond by the twins weren't the first to make such comments. Morys had said the same things a few weeks ago. Perhaps Mr Cooke's interest in boys was not as well hidden as the man thought.
Noah hoisted himself up, covered in mud from neck to toes. There were a few gaps on his shoulders, arms, back, chest, ass and legs but he was mostly concealed. The rain was already making the mud run like watercolours on a canvas.
"If you really want, I have a t-shirt you can wear?" Damian said without a hint of reticence or ulterior motive.
"No thanks. I do need my sandals though," Noah noted.
Noah pressed his feet, oozing with mud, into the sandals.
"You're really going to walk home... like that?" asked one of the four strangers.
Noah didn't even know the names of four lads who'd just watched him masturbate!
"Yea. It'll be fun," Noah said.
"Naked. You're gonna walk home naked?"
"Now that your dick has shrunk again, it's not so obvious you're nude," another stranger said.
Even so, Noah was delighted with the chance to walk for miles through busy streets with no clothes on. His bare ass and exposed privates would be uncovered – except for the layer of muck all over his skin.
"My friends will keep me company," Noah told the group.
Noah had the protection of Clark Kent and a Ghostbuster.
"And me," offered Ryan.
A baseball player, Clark Kent and a Ghostbuster.
"Just don't get any erectoplam on me, ok?" Mateo said.
The lads laughed and set off towards the school gates. A few boys who had seen Noah streak were still there and now bewildered by the Swamp Thing that was leaving. His mud-coated ass didn't fool any of the boys who had seen the earlier who – the crazy boy was still nude. Most people they passed were ignorant of Noah's nudity or told themselves that no boy would do such a thing.
"You guys can stay at mine if you want. Maybe watch the sexorcist?" Noah joked.
Noah, Ryan, Ronan and Matty kept walking and chatting – it would take forty-five minutes to get home. Walking through residential streets that he had worn a loincloth and briefs (almost naked) on a few hours ago.
Now seventeen-year-old Noah was literally naked and wore nothing by mud.
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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