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 Eighteen: All's Well That Ends Well
SUNDAY 09TH JANUARY 2022
Noah woke up tired on Sunday morning. He watched the boy who was sleeping in his bed, wondering if he was awake yet when his quiet voice spoke.
"I called Scott."
When Ryan had knocked on the door late last night it was to ask for help. His dad had thrown him out. Ryan had spoken about wanting to be honest about who he was and had known his dad wouldn't take it well yet had still been hurt when his dad literally told him to get out.
Noah thought he was very brave.
Ryan had been tearful but hadn't cried – if anything, he reported feeling relief. Noah had recommended Ryan call or text Scott, his boyfriend, to tell him what had happened but Ryan felt differently.
"No. If I contact him now, he'll want to come over," Ryan had replied.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Noah had encouraged.
"Yes... but no. I don't want to face him tonight, he's a worrier and..." Ryan hesitated before adding: "He didn't want me to come out to my dad. I don't want him to say I told you so."
Daniel had been very calm about the whole thing but Noah could tell there was a lot of thinking going on inside his brother's brain. Dan wouldn't want to be caught in a family feud but more importantly he would not allow Ryan to come to harm. Dan would rather avoid a confrontation with Mr Pierce.
Daniel was the responsible adult but he recognised that Ryan needed someone to talk to and his neighbour wouldn't talk to Noah while he was hovering around. Subtly, Daniel excused himself. Ryan had a mug of tea in his hand – at first too hot to drink and now approaching too cool.
"Can I ask you something?" Noah enquired. Ryan nodded and Noah proceeded. "Your dad... does he... is he violent?"
Ryan put down his tea and sighed.
"No. He's a mean bully but he doesn't physically hurt me," Ryan replied.
"Doesn't physically hurt me," were four words that were greater than the sum of their parts. Ryan suffered emotionally and psychologically but not physically.
"Doesn't you mum say anything?" Noah asked.
"Nope," Ryan answered and Noah wasn't sure what that meant.
She didn't? Couldn't? Wouldn't?
After a few minutes of silence, Noah spoke again.
"My dad has been away for most of the last year and a half. Working in America. It's cool, we get on well and he's really supportive and I love him," Noah said. "But I haven't seen my mum for nearly fourteen years."
Ryan looked at Noah for a long time. Noah had shared so that Ryan did not feel so overwhelmed. It could be hard being honest about the problems in your life and Noah hoped that knowing someone else had pain too would make it less daunting.
"Why not?" Ryan asked then hastened to add: "You don't have to tell me."
"No, it's ok... She killed someone," Noah said with a mixture of shame and bitterness. "Dad moved me and Daniel here in 2008 after it happened and... I don't love her, you know? Parents don't deserve it sometimes."
"It sounds like we both deserved better," Ryan posited.
"You have better. You've got friends who care about you, who accept and support you," Noah said.
"And a friendly naked neighbour," Ryan muttered.
Noah had let Ryan sleep in his bed and Noah had slept in his dad's room. Noah slept in fits and starts, waking three or four times and troubled by thoughts of the man across the road. Noah didn't know Mr Pierce but Ryan had never spoken favourably about him and Noah's observation was of a surly and disagreeable man.
Noah couldn't stop worrying about Ryan but they weren't very close. Noah would hesitate to say they were actually friends which left Noah wondering exactly what he should do to help his neighbour.
Noah got out of bed early and peeked into his room where the curtains were drawn and the shape of Ryan in the bed was nothing but a shadowy lump. Was he still sleeping, Noah wondered?
"I called Scott," a quiet voice said.
Noah turned on the light and Ryan squinted at him. Ryan was sitting up in Noah's bed, his arms above the covers and his t-shirt looked crumpled. A smile twitched on Ryan's face when he saw Noah's penis.
"That's good. Is he coming over?" Noah replied.
Ryan nodded, "I hope that's ok?"
Noah walked towards the boy with light, gingery hair and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Of course. Do you want something to eat?" Noah offered.
Ryan shook his head – he had no appetite and Noah shared Ryan's anxiety. Things felt tense and strained and how Scott reacted would determine what happened next. When the doorbell rang, Noah went down to answer it. Dan waiting in the hall for Noah to pass and he patted his brother on the shoulder – this was more than Noah should have to deal with.
"If you need me, I'll be downstairs, ok?" Daniel offered.
"Thanks," Noah responded and trotted downstairs to let Scott in.
Scott brushed past Noah, barely noticing he was naked and went upstairs. Noah followed quietly.
"You're sure you're ok?" Scott asked, cooing over Ryan and holding him, playing with his hair.
By the time Noah reached his room Scott had already asked Ryan if he was ok twice. Scott turned at the sound of the door being nudged open. He was sitting on the bed beside Ryan and they were holding hands.
"Thanks for helping last night, Noah," Scott said.
"No problem," Noah smiled in return.
"You shouldn't have told your dad..." Scott turned back to Ryan – his voice was anxious rather than critical.
"Don't even start, Scott," Ryan replied with an exhausted sigh.
"We talked about this. Why did you go ahead and tell the fucker when we agreed he'd react so badly?" Scott asked.
"We never agreed, actually," Ryan said – the word "actually" doing a lot of work in that sentence. "You didn't want me to and I was tired of arguing about it."
"And look what happed, Ryan," Scott said miserably.
"I don't need an I told you right now," Ryan responded irritably – pulling his hand from Scott's.
The worst thing was that Scott had a point but that was why Ryan didn't want to hear it.
"That's not... He might fuck me up," Scott said with air quotes. "That's what you said. He might beat you up and you told him late at night with no-one to support you."
Ryan went quiet and hung his head.
"Scott, I know you're scared..." Noah tried to enter diplomatically.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel.
"And should you be waving your dick around in front of my boyfriend at a time like this?" Scott challenged irritably.
"I'm not waving my dick at anyone at the moment... which, strictly speaking isn't relevant," Noah acknowledged.
Scott grudgingly agreed – besides, he liked looking at Noah's dick and so did Ryan. That was probably why he was grumpy and jealous about it.
"Noah supported me last night. He gave me his bed and he slept in another room," Ryan reassured Scott.
"I didn't mean to sound jealous. I just wasn't ready for this and now..." Scott shut up.
"Now what?" Ryan asked shortly. Then he softened and touched Scott's shoulder, "Now what?"
"We've not actually been dating that long. I feel like this changes things. Like if we don't work out, this misery will have been for nothing," Scott explained.
"Not for nothing, Scott. I was always going to have to tell the bastard," Ryan pointed out.
"I'll leave you guys to it..." Noah tried to make his exit.
"No, wait. Noah, we need to talk about where I go from here. I mean literally. I can't stay in your house right across the street from my dad," Ryan stated matter-of-factly.
After a turbulent start to their friendship, Noah was growing fond of Ryan. Fond enough to want him to be safe and happy. Jamie was going to be moving out soon and there would be a spare room if Ryan wanted it but perhaps the lad was right – there were safer places to be than across the road.
"You can stay with me," Scott said automatically.
Ryan's eyes bulged at the offer and his stomach knotted at the thought of it. He didn't know how to say what he really thought about the idea – which was that it was a terrible idea and would be a big mistake. A step that was too big, too soon and would put too much pressure on them both.
"Maybe that's not such a good idea," Noah said tactfully.
Noah was reading the room and trying to help.
"You guys are a new couple and go to different schools and Mr Pierce is already going to be difficult about this thing," Noah pointed out. "Ryan telling his dad he's gay is a huge step. Is it a good idea for another huge step so soon?"
Ryan looked gratefully at Noah and Noah was surprised at himself for being so diplomatic and recognising the problems. Noah hated to admit it but he was a rather selfish and ego centric boy so having insight into someone else's relationship was something of a revelation for him.
"Noah has a point," Ryan added carefully. "Bran or Glenn would take me in. Bran's mum and dad are police too. They'll understand."
"Yea... I guess... As long as you're not around Noah's dick anymore, that's a good thing," Scott joked.
MONDAY 10TH JANUARY 2022
Noah was meandering up the street after school. The afternoon was wet even though the rain had stopped by the time Noah was leaving school. The air remained damp.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like if rain was made of something other than water?" Matty had asked during the drizzly lunchtime.
"Like what?" Toby asked.
Amos wasn't around – he was at his own school but there was to be another MPC Exchange day on Friday. Noah made a mental note to be a better friend to Toby's boyfriend.
"Custard?" Matty proposed.
<<What if it rained custard? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard... and also amazing!>>
Ronan accidentally sniggered at Herman's commentary in his head.
"Did the other guy say something funny?" Mateo asked with interest. "Does Herman thing custard rain is better, worse or about the same as purple rain?"
Matty – unburdened by restrained or decorum – was full of interest about Ronan's schizophrenia and how it manifest. He just lacked tact sometimes. Like Herman, in a way.
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"He thinks raining custard is stupid and amazing," Ronan reported.
Ronan wasn't really used to talking openly about Herman and it took some getting used to. Most of the time his friends were respectful of Ronan's caginess about it but it was good to talk sometimes.
"Stupid and amazing describes every conversation we've ever had with Matty," Samir teased gently.
"Hey!" Mateo complained.
<<What if it rained Pepsi? Free refills!>>
"And now he's suggesting it should rain Pepsi... free refills," Ronan supplied.
"That is a fantastic idea," Matty agreed.
Noah liked how Ronan's face light up when he laughed – he looked cute and sweet an unburdened. Matty had that way with people. It was funny in a way - Mateo treated Herman, a disembodied artifact of a complex mental health condition, like someone he wanted to be friends with. If anything, knowing that Herman found him funny would only encourage the deranged little man.
"See you guys later," Noah said as he went his own way.
Matty took the long way home to hear more about Herman's ideas for rain alternatives.
"Tomato sauce on hotdog Wednesday, why didn't I think of that?" Noah heard Matty say.
However, it wasn't raining Pepsi, tomato ketchup or otherwise as Noah crossed the road. He was two streets away from home and he was still smiling at the thought of the brainless conversation. His mind turned to the wet ground and Noah started imagining himself as Gene Kelly singing in the rain. Splashing through puddles and soaking his trousers which would obviously need to come off.
Noah didn't dare actually remove them but he imagined the cool air against his bare skin. The curve of his briefs along the inguinal line of his groin, exposing his thighs except for where the tails of his shirt fell across them.
As the rain fell and Noah danced through the gutter, he swung around a lamp post. Singing in the rain and watching his white shirt turn transparent. His nipples showed through the shirt and he got excited about the exposure. Noah's feet plunged into a puddle, making his shoes and socks soggy.
Noah pulled his shoes and socks off, leaving them in the road.
Noah skipped barefoot up the street, twirling in the rain on the water-dashed street. When he started to get excited, Noah imagined adding his own deluge to the surface of the road.
"I should have known he'd come running to you."
Noah snapped out of his daydream. He was at his own garden gate and when he turned to the voice, Mr Pierce was halfway across the street and coming towards him. Ryan's dad had never seemed particularly friendly but the look on his face now, as he strode intimidatingly across the street, caused Noah to step back several paces. It was as if Noah hoped the man would not trespass the imaginary line represented by his driveway.
"Pardon?" Noah replied.
"Well, I knew he'd go to the kid who whips his dick out," Ryan's dad said. Noah's face must've shown surprise because Mr Pierce sneered. "What? You think your neighbours haven't noticed your disgusting habit or walking around with no clothes on?"
Noah didn't reply. First of all: no, he didn't think his neighbours had noticed and second of all he didn't need to explain himself to that man.
"Ryan's safe, by the way. If you were wondering," Noah replied acidly.
Mr Pierce's nostrils flared.
"Ryan was safe at home! And he'll come running home eventually," Mr Pierce replied with confidence. "Under my roof, he does as he's told and I'll not have a poofter for a son."
"Ryan doesn't deserve to be hated for who he is," Noah said calmly and sympathetically.
"He's too young to know who he is or what he wants," Mr Pierce replied.
Yea, but kids are never too young to know their cishet, are they?
"If he came home with a girlfriend you wouldn't be saying that," Noah argued.
Noah regretted it. He wasn't winning. He wasn't helping. He wasn't persuading the small-minded man. Noah didn't think he was making things worse either but he was wasting his time on the bitter and hateful man.
"Ryan will do as I say," Mr Pierce said hostility.
"I don't think so," Noah replied. "He's not here anyway."
Noah turned to walk away.
"It's disgusting freaks like you that made him the way he is," the man said to Noah's back.
Noah kept walking.
THURSDAY 13TH JANUARY 2022
"Unlucky thirteen," Matty said.
<<What has thirteen hearts but no lungs or stomach?>>
"I don't believe in that nonsense," Noah replied.
"You don't believe in unlucky thirteen?" Toby replied with an exaggeratedly shocked tone.
Matty was happy that someone else was suitably scandalised by the declaration.
"Do I believe in a causal relationship between the cardinal integer thirteen and bad things happening?" Noah replied and then made a thinking noise. "No! Of course not!"
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"Ronan, help me out here," Matty invited him to join in.
"Thirteen is a prime number," Ronan said.
<<Two. Three. Five. Seven. Eleven. Thirteen.>>
"...and a Fibonacci number," Ronan added.
<<Zero. One. One. Two. Three. Five. Eight. Thirteen.>>
"Right, well... Thanks for your contribution," Mateo said dryly when no more information was forthcoming. "No-one cares about the importance of the number thirteen."
"Thirteen is the atomic number for Aluminium," Noah offered.
"What has that got to do with anything?! Are you people trying to annoy me?" Matty asked.
"Oh my god, Matty. Thirteen is the thirteenth number! You can't tell me that's just a coincidence," Samir said sarcastically.
"Herman, help me out here," Matty said – ignoring Samir's attempt to antagonise him.
Matty was developing a habit of talking to Ronan as if Herman were a boy who spoke through him.
<<He won't like it...>>
"Technically, thirteen is the fourteen number if we're counting zero?" Ronan reiterated Herman's thoughts on the matter.
"I hate all of you," Matty sulked.
"Zero isn't a prime or composite number so there's an argument to be made that thirteen is the thirteen number," Toby chipped in.
"Why... why are we talking about the number thirteen again?" asked Sam.
"Who even knows anymore," Matty replied as he threw up his hands in despair.
<<It's the thirteen of January.>>
Ronan tapped his head and replied, "It's January the thirteen."
"Great. Does Herman have anything else to contribute?" Mateo asked.
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"Triceratops is the fear of the number thirteen," Ronan said.
<<That is not what I said!!!>>
Ronan smiled to himself and the other were laughing too.
There were days when Noah wondered why he even had a school uniform anymore. He put it on in the morning to wear to school, got naked as soon as he arrived, put it back on and walked home then took it off again. There were occasional exceptions – tomorrow for example, the MPC Exchange was sending the Five Dukes boys to Barons Edge Comprehensive and he'd have to wear his uniform all day. Plus, the Drama Club resumed after school.
However, on most days Noah only wore his uniform for about an hour and a half a day.
Noah had never imagined that his nudism would be extended to school and when it did, he felt sure it would lead to humiliation, sexualisation and exploitation every day. Instead, it had just become another part of the routine within Five Dukes Boys School.
Noah was sure there were those who thought his life should be dozens of chapters of school humiliation but that would get boring. Noah's life was more interesting for the variety and for the surprise when school humiliation did come along.
Noah was thinking about what his life would be like if he didn't have to wear the uniform to and from school. What if he could walk to school naked? Seen by the passing cars and cyclist or watched by the people on busses. What would it be like waiting to cross the road as traffic rushed past – everyone able to see his butt and penis?
Noah liked how the daydream made him feel but he didn't lament that it was not an opportunity. In a way, the limitations on his nudity, just like the limitations on his nudity being sexualised (or rather not being sexualised) at school, added to the excitement when erotic opportunities presented themselves. It didn't stop him fantasising about singin' in the rain and strippin' in the rain too.
Noah turned into his own street and slowed his steps. It was a daunting end to his journey home because any moment now, Ryan's father would appear. The man had engaged Noah every day of the week so far and Noah was starting to feel scared of him.
Mr Pierce never threatened or intimidated Noah but he was a wiry, characteristically aggressive man who blamed Noah and was disgusted by Noah's very existence. He was in his own garden across the road from Noah's house but he started crossing the road before Noah even got to his driveway.
"Good day at school?" the man asked with a scowl.
"Yes, thanks," Noah replied.
Noah tried to ignore the obvious insincerity and hostility and attempted to dart around the man to avoid further conversation. A single step into Noah's path sent Noah reeling as they collided and the boy stood, stunned.
Noah was now in his own driveway, his back to the house and facing the bullying man.
"Sorry about that," Mr Piece said insincerely.
"Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything wrong," Noah replied – attempting to stand up for himself.
"Everything about you is wrong. You're a..." Mr Pierce replied but then stopped, looking over Noah's shoulder.
Noah looked too and saw Daniel coming towards him. Noah hadn't even looked at the house yet so hadn't seen Dan's car in the driveway. Daniel ignored Mr Pierce at first, putting his hands on Noah's shoulders and leaning down affectionately to speak soothingly in Noah's ear.
"Hello, little brother..." Dan said. "Are you ok?"
"Yea," Noah lied.
Dan smiled and then straightened up and turned his gaze to the man from across the street.
"The neighbours mentioned you came over to talk to my brother yesterday," Daniel said in a flat voice. "And the day before... And the day before that."
Daniel's voice became increasingly discontent with each elaboration.
"Just being friendly," Mr Piece responded with a tight, fake smile.
"Didn't look friendly from where I was standing," Daniel challenged serenely.
Daniel's voice was not raised or angry – it was calm and almost gentle but there was no mistaking that he was standing his ground.
"Maybe the neighbours should mind their own business," Mr Pierce responded bitterly. "Like how they ignore your little brother's nudity."
Daniel's hands slid from Noah's shoulders until he was hugging Noah from behind, his arms wrapped around Noah's skinny chest.
"My brother's nudity in the privacy of his own home is none of your business," Daniel emphasised. "And our neighbours accept that it's harmless."
"It's pointless talking to you people," Mr Pierce said resentfully.
"Let's cut to the chase, Mr Pierce. Your son was a guest in my house last weekend. He was a guest because you threw him out..." Daniel said critically.
"My son is none of your business," Ryan's father spat.
"Yea well, he's none of your business now either," Daniel re-joined. "Ryan doesn't need you."
"You're a little punk!" Mr Pierce said resentfully, his hands balling into fists.
Daniel's hands unwrapped from Noah with frightening speed and he stepped around his little brother, putting his hand on Noah's chest and pushing the seventeen-year-old behind him protectively.
"I do not like you terrorising my little brother," Daniel said firmly.
Mr Pierce sneered at Dan, "You think you're a tough guy now?"
The man could have been a cartoon character, rolling up his sleeves and saying "why I otta..." for all the attention Dan paid him.
"Yea, listen. I'm not a seventeen-year-old boy, I'm not so easily intimidated," Daniel with the tone of someone who was faintly bored. "And this is a good neighbourhood, not a pub fight."
Mr Pierce deflated – annoyed he hadn't gotten a rise out of Dan.
"Ryan is not here and if he were, you would not be welcome. As it is, you're still not welcome. Stay the hell away from Noah," Daniel said.
His final comment was delivered quickly and was the closest Dan had come to making threat. He turned back to the house and swept Noah up with him as he walked towards the house, not looking back.
"Thanks for saving me," Noah said earnestly once they were safely inside.
"You should have told me days ago," Dan said protectively – almost annoyed that Noah hadn't said anything.
"I know," Noah admitted. "It's just... I'm lucky. I've never really been bullied before so I didn't know it was happening until it was happening."
Daniel pulled Noah into a hug.
"Dan?" Noah said quietly. "Do the neighbours really know about my nudity?"
"Of course they do. You've been a nudist for over a year, of course they've noticed," Daniel said – offering Noah a haughty gaze.
"And they're ok with it?" Noah asked.
"It's your house and your body. You're not hurting anyone. You're not flashing or scaring anyone. It's totally innocent... It's innocent most of the time," Dan joked. "They're fine with it. Everyone except that bastard..." Dan referred to Ryan's dad. "Is quite understanding."
Noah smiled and nodded.
"That's nice..." Noah said thoughtfully. "Being accepted."
FRIDAY 14TH JANUARY 2022
Noah had never really thought about it before. He was lucky and privileged to be so accepted: for being gay and for being a nudist. Other people were not so lucky. Other people faced discrimination for being black, disabled, neurodivergent, transgender... Noah knew that privilege was misunderstood. It wasn't like bonus points you got for being cis or white but rather a lack of demerits (which trans or brown people faced).
Having mended fences with Amos and everything that had happened with Ryan and his dad, Noah felt like he had been awakened to other people's problems in a way he hadn't thought about before.
It was a Friday and the Maths, Physics and Chemistry (MPC) Exchange was continuing – bringing boys from the Upper Sixth of two schools together for advanced lessons and lectures to improve their studies. Today, the Five Dukes boys were at Barons Edge Comprehensive. On the plus side, Noah got to wear his uniform to school when they were at the Comprehensive but on the downside he had to wear his uniform.
Ryan attended the MPC classes and Noah saw him before spotting any of this usual friends.
"Hi Noah. How're things?" Ryan asked.
They hadn't had a chance to talk all week but Ryan looked well.
"I'm fine... but I feel like I should tell you, your dad kept trying to talk to me after school," Noah said.
"Oh. Noah, I'm so sorry," Ryan replied.
"Don't be," Noah hastened to add. "I wanted to tell you in case you found out later and felt bad. I don't want you to feel bad. He's a jerk and I'm glad your safe from him."
"Are you safe from him?" Ryan asked.
"My big brother had words with him," Noah said succinctly. "How are things at Brandon's?"
"Bran is cool. His parents are helping me deal with any problems dad might try to cause," Ryan said. "They do this weird thing though were they talk nicely to each other and have an interest in each other's days and talk about new Ozark starting."
"That is weird," Noah laughed. "Is Scott ok? Since you moved away from that nudist neighbour of yours?"
Ryan grinned, "Yea. We're pretty close now. He's been great and it's really sweet how he worries about me."
"That's good," Noah agreed.
Ryan moved on to find his friends Bran and Glenn. While waiting for his friends Noah saw Mike and Kamal, Lee and Sol – friends, or friends of friends – as they passed through the Social Stretch (a communal area in the heart of the school) while heading to the Sixth Form common room. They waved but carried on, talking among themselves as they moved.
The MPC Exchange had around a dozen boys each school – Five Dukes Boys School and Barons Edge Comprehensive. Each school took turns hosting students studying the three subjects but Noah also enjoyed the opportunity to see other boys who attended the Comprehensive.
Among them was Morys, a body-confident seventeen-year-old who was friends with Amos. He also attended Mr Cooke's Drama Club and enjoyed flirting with Mr Cooke. Morys was on the growing list of boys who knew about Noah's nudism and other crazy activities. Noah enjoyed Morys's company, intimate or otherwise, and realised he didn't even know what classes Morys took – only that he was not in the MPC classes.
As Noah made his way to breakfast after the first two classes of the day, with Mateo ranting about cereal vs. cereal bars, Morys caught Noah by the arm.
"Hi Noah," Morys said.
Morys had frost-flushed cheeks having walked across the school courtyard. It was mid-morning but the temperature was still hovering just above zero. Inside the school it was warm.
"Hi Morys. Did you have a good New Year?" Noah asked – having not seen him since before Christmas.
The last time they had been together they had enjoyed a very intimate scene on stage after the Drama Club had concluded. Mr Cooke had watched while the boys got amorous with each other and Mr Cooke's son Jonah. Morys had stopped just short of full nudity but Noah had enjoyed flashing on stage.
"Yea. I made a resolution not to make any resolutions," Morys joked.
"How's that going?" Noah asked with a giggle.
"Effortless," Morys replied enthusiastically.
Morys, Noah realised, was charismatic and had an amazing smile. When they had first met, Morys had long black hair tied in a top knot, it was now short and seemed to emphasise his sweet face.
"So... I was thinking about Drama Club and wondered if you might help me with something after it finishes? It's kind of a niche problem and you're my only hope, Noah One."
The Star Wars allusion was cute and Noah found himself laughing again at the charming boy.
"Sure. I'd love to help," Noah agreed.
"Cool. You don't even know what it is though," Morys pointed out.
"I like surprises," Noah said.
"Cool. I'll see you later. I'm working on an Art project between classes," Morys ran off before Noah could get more details.
Before the next class, Noah went to the toilets and was about to leave when an exchange caught his attention.
"Eh, this is the boy's bathroom," said... what was his name again.
Noah searched his memory for the name of the rude boy with the attitude problem. He wasn't someone Noah had much to do with but he was in the MPC Exchange and Drama Club and Noah felt like he should dislike Eric.
That was it, Eric.
Eric had heavily emphasised the gender noun and when Noah looked he saw Amos rolling his eyes and ignoring him. Would Noah have even registered this exchange if he hadn't been thinking about acceptance and privilege? Had this been going on and Noah had just been too self-absorbed to notice?
"Amos..." Noah called and jogged to catch him. "Did he just say what I thought he did?"
"Just leave it, Noah. It's not worth it," Amos said.
Amos's voice was very firm and Noah was left pondering what Amos must go through as a boy who was trans. Together, Noah and Amos found the others – Mateo, Samir, Ronan, Kevin and Toby were huddled together and Mateo was talking. Of course Mateo was talking.
"Have you guys noticed how Mr McKay looks like the kind of man they'd get to play a sexy teacher in a TV series or a movie?" Mateo asked Noah and Amos the moment they arrived. "Like, the kind of teacher you would absolutely have sex with."
They all looked in the direction he was looking and saw Mr McKay – the Comprehensive teacher who was tall with coiffed brown hair, sexy stubble, big arms inside a designer shirt and a bubble butt inside a lucky pair trousers. Lucky because everyone wished Mr McKay were inside them.
Mr McKay was also blind yet looked in the boys direction as he worked his way across the Social Stretch where students congregated between class. Had he heard Matty?
"Is he a top or bottom?" asked Ronan.
"He can fucking top me," Matty said.
"He does look like a sexy teacher from a TV show..." Noah agreed. "Maybe the kind of show where the sexy teacher is in the locker room showers after the day has ended and a fit student catches him and they start an ill-advised affair. And when another student catches them, the tryst turns into a threesome."
<<Bagsy me!>>
Ronan chuckled, "Herman and me are in."
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"Isn't it Herman and I?" Toby asked.
"Apparently so," Ronan acknowledged.
"Is Herman a stickler for grammar?" Mateo asked, inferring that Herman had corrected him.
"Not really, he's just highly critical," Ronan replied.
"Umm... Who is Herman?" asked a bored voice.
The question had been asked by Kevin – another Comprehensive student who was in the MPC Exchange. He had also been adopted by Matty who was badly smitten with him. Noah and the others still found Kevin stiff and gloomy but he was slowly coming out of his shell.
"Ah fuck!" Mateo exclaimed. "Sorry, Ronan."
"It's fine," Ronan replied and then turned to Kevin. "I'm Schizophrenic and there's a voice in my head who calls himself Herman."
<<You motherfucker! Remember when you used to save those revelations for the season finale? Now you just out yourself willy nilly. Ha ha. Willy.>>
Kevin's eyes were fascinatingly expressive as he tried to compute what Ronan had just said. Kevin was used to being alone and lonely; he was not used to having friends or being around people who wanted to be around him. He lived in a boys home because he had no parents and had never been successfully fostered or adopted.
The fact that Matty had wanted to be around him had been surprising but Kevin was naturally distrustful. It quickly became obvious that Matty was sincere – sweet, excitable and not a duplicitous bone in his body. When Matty invited Kevin to join his friends, Kevin agreed partly because Matty was hard to say no to but also because Matty was a really nice boy.
"Wow!" Kevin said eventually. "Sometimes I hear voices though my bedroom wall but I think it's just the neighbours."
Matty laughed into his hand and Ronan joined in, appreciating the effort at levity and honestly, appreciating the wit of the comeback.
"That sounds complicated," Kevin added. "I'm guessing it's not something you go around telling people."
"Only when Matty accidentally outs me," Ronan said without rancour.
<<You mean like how Matty accidentally outed himself by saying he wants topped by a hot teacher? Shouldn't Matty have asked the LGBT's in the group if we want the new kid to know about us?>>
Ronan knotted his brow – he hadn't realised this himself but now that Herman mentioned it, Matty has said he'd let the sexy Mr McKay fuck him.
"What's Herman saying? I am totally fascinated when you make that face like... like... is he asking the way to Amarillo?" Matty asked spontaneously.
<<Is this the way to Amarillo? Every night I've been hugging my pillow. Dreaming dreams of Amarillo. And sweet Matty who waits for me...>>
"Actually, he was speculating if we've had a conversation about sexuality..." Ronan replied. "And whether Kevin knows about the not-straight people in the group?"
It came as no surprise to Kevin that Noah was gay. Amos and Toby were openly dating. Ronan and Samir were less obvious but Matty?
"It comes as a total shock that Matty is gay, I had no idea," Kevin said sarcastically.
The other's sniggered and tittered but Mateo pointed in triumph!
"Ha! Not technically not gay! I'm bisexual," Mateo roared exultantly so the whole school and possibly the whole city knew.
"Sorry for being presumptuous," Kevin mumbled.
"I'm ACE," Samir decided to mention.
"You certainly are," Mateo agreed, patting his friend supportively.
"Gay."
"Gay."
"Gay."
"Also gay."
Noah, Ronan, Toby and Amos offered.
"Ok," Kevin replied. "I should have written all this down."
Kevin was not a very loquacious boy at the best of times. He was saved from making any shocking revelations of his own by the bell ringing and as the group packed up and started towards class, Matty hesitated. He wanted to ask Kevin if he was... anything... or was he straight? But there was no way to ask without it sounding like he was obliged because everyone else had told.
And so, Mateo did a very un-Matty thing. He kept his mouth shut.
The rest of school day passed with the usual classes interspersed with nonsense. After school, Noah and the posse made their way from Barons Edge Comprehensive to Five Dukes Boys School. Boys from multiple schools attended the Drama Club so attendance took a while to reach capacity.
Mr Cooke was around, hovering like a background character with no actual role in the plot. This week, the boys were in small groups and reading scenes from All's Well That Ends Well. Most of the boys stuck with their own peers but with groups limited to three or four, there was some mixing.
Noah's last Drama Club had resulted in on stage nudity and after the students had left, Mr Cooke had encouraged Noah, Morys and his son Jonah to practice on stage intimacy.
Morys had asked Noah to help him with something after the club had ended and after a tense and trying week, Noah was hoping for some fun nonsense. Noah checked Morys out from across the room – he was wearing a school football kit. Short sleeves showed off muscular arms, the shorts wrapped around his thighs and the socks covered most of his calves, though one of them had slipped down which was quite cute.
Noah hadn't expected Mr Cooke to concoct another naked scenario – he was clever enough not to raise suspicion against himself. Instead, he was almost aloof when it came to his approach to the groups.
When the Drama Club concluded, there was no waiting. Most boys, even the enthusiastic dramatists like Dural and Jasper, made a hasty exit. Mr Cooke left with his son and Matty left happily skipping out alongside Kevin, Toby and Amos.
His friends had taken subtle hints to go away as Ryan hovered around, waiting for Noah's attention. His friends left him to a relatively private conversation with Ryan, Glenn and Brandon.
"Hi Noah," Bran said. "We're looking forward to the next day at Five Dukes."
Bran smiled enthusiastically while Glenn tried to play it cool but he too was interested in seeing Noah at the next MPC Exchange day – where Noah would be naked.
"I just wanted to thank you for all your help this week and I hope my dad doesn't cause you any more problems," Ryan said.
He spoke openly in front of his friends so they seemed to know all the tragic details.
"You're welcome. I'm glad it worked out in the end," Noah replied.
Noah had come very close to saying the name of the Shakespeare play they had been reading from but it felt like an on the nose reference.
"If Mr Pierce harasses you again, message us. Mum and dad are in the police," Bran reported.
"Anyway, I'm meeting Scott..." Ryan added. "Date night. I need to go."
"Why don't we ever have a date night?" Bran asked Glenn in a scandalised voice.
"Because we don't like each other in that way?" Glenn replied.
"Now you're splitting hairs," Bran joked.
When the three friends had left, only two boys remained: Noah and Morys.
"Hi Noah," Morys said as he sashayed towards him.
"Hey. It looks like we're all alone," Noah replied as he looked around the empty hall.
"Yea... yea, that kind of works out," Morys answered.
"You said you wanted help with something?" Noah asked.
"It's kind of a weird thing to ask someone," Morys admitted. "But I need your help being naked."
Noah chuckled – assuming Morys was joking but the fellow seventeen-year-old blushed and looked away. Morys liked Noah a lot and had been trying to think of ways to get closer. Noah's number on hobby seemed to be nudity; the only problem was that Morys was not as secure about stripping totally naked as Noah was.
"You were nearly naked on stage with me at Christmastime," Noah pointed out.
"Nearly but not quite. It's different when you still have boxers on," Morys replied. "You know what I mean?"
"I'm not sure I do," Noah confessed.
"I'm pretty body confident but I've never been naked on stage..." Morys started to say.
"Is that something that's likely to come up?" Noah interrupted.
"Have you met Mr Cooke?" Morys answered sarcastically. "I'm impressed that you have the kind of confidence where you can just strip off wherever and whenever," Morys spoke seriously.
Although Morys wanted to explore nakedness to be closer to Noah through his favourite activity. Moreover, if his interest in acting continued, he wanted to be confident enough to be naked on stage or even in front of a camera.
"You want me to help you feel comfortable being naked in front of lots of people?" Noah asked.
It sounded ridiculous when Noah said it.
"Yea... can you?" Morys replied.
"Sounds like a fun experiment. First you need to be comfortable just being naked," Noah said after thinking for a moment.
"Ok," Morys replied stupidly.
"So... strip..." Noah prompted.
"Now? We don't need to start this afternoon," Morys hastened.
"This afternoon is perfect. The school will be deserted already and I've got my uniform on so you can practice being naked while I'm fully dressed... which, let's be honest, is a rarity," Noah rationalised with a joke to soften the mood.
"Ok. But when you say the school will be deserted..." Morys asked.
He actually had multiple questions. Will someone walk in on me? Will you make me walk out into the corridor? What if someone sees me? What if I get a boner? Instead of asking any such questions, Morys sat on a chair near the exit to the hall where the Drama Club met and pulled off his trainers.
Noah tried to watch with nonchalance but didn't succeed. Morys rather liked being watched as he undressed. Was he really that nervous about the idea of being naked in front of people or was it just the idea of being naked with Noah that Morys found appealing?
Morys rolled down the socks that covered his legs, exposing flat black hairs that thinned around his ankles. Morys was a lad of mixed race, with brown skin and dark features which Noah found fascinating. Without standing up, Morys pulled his t-shirt up an off. Morys had hair under his arms and an eagle shaped arrangement of chest hair that spread from the centre to each shoulder and down to his navel.
"Keep going, sexy," Noah encouraged.
"Sexy?" Morys repeated with a happy laugh.
"Sure... I mean... I guess," Noah corrected himself with exaggerated indifference.
Morys laughed and pushed his shorts down. Noah saw he was wearing boxer shorts that were tight around the thighs, bulge and ass. Noah was excited to see Morys penis and balls and ass in the flesh. Morys's soft bulge was nice, his dick pushing forward like a tent and his testicles forming a plump lump in the seat of the boxer shorts.
"Noah? Where are you going to make me go once I've taken these off?" Morys asked.
"Make you? I'm not going to make you do anything," Noah replied reassuringly. "But if you want to, we can take a walk. Maybe find a classroom to sit in. I dunno yet."
"Ok..." Morys agreed.
Morys pushed the boxers down and the seventeen-year-old stepped out of them – he was now totally naked. Noah took in the sight of the lad while Morys stepped his bare feet out of the boxers and slid them aside. The fact that Morys was bigger and more mature looking really turned Noah on – Morys even had stubble. Morys gripped his genitals but his dick and balls felt very warm within his palms. It was really something of a novelty for someone else to be naked and Noah to be dressed.
"I'll check it's safe," Noah said.
Noah jogged to the doors that led into the corridor – the glass panels revealed no-one but Noah still pulled it open to check properly. There was no-one to be seen or heard – teachers and pupils were gone.
"Let's go," Noah said excitedly.
"I just want to check; you're going to stay clothed and I'm going to be naked?" Morys asked.
"Yes. It's going to be a challenging role for me, but I'll try to keep my pants on," Noah replied.
"Don't try too hard," Morys requested.
Morys pushed the door fully open and walked past Noah, offering the petite boy a look at a gorgeous round ass. Noah followed, entirely enchanted by Morys's bum.
Noah followed behind the two brown globes that made their way cautiously down the school corridor. Morys covered his genitals with his hands as he walked towards the main office which was just ahead. Morys couldn't believe he was being so daring – or reckless depending on one's definition.
Morys was nervous but excited. This wasn't like when he was on stage in his boxers when everyone could see his legs and nipples and bulging boys parts. This was reality and if anyone came upon them, his hairy bits were barely hidden from view.
Morys looked over his shoulder at Noah and caught his peer looking at his ass.
"I thought you were meant to be helping me?" Morys asked.
"I'm here for moral support," Noah replied. "You're doing great."
They were passing the empty main office and continued forward to the next corridor where some of the Maths classrooms were.
"Morys, Morys, he's our boy. He can do it, bring us joy," Noah sang like a cheerleader.
Noah stepped up alongside Morys, looking down at the hands covering the prize.
"Pervert," Morys muttered but then he smiled at Noah.
Noah did this all the time. All day, while the school was full, Noah walked the corridors totally naked. Morys felt different – barefoot and nude in the empty school was still challenging but he felt wonderful. He was glad Noah was with him though. No matter what Morys told himself about testing his comfort with nudity, he knew it was about impressing Noah for whom such demonstrations were commonplace.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to look," Noah replied.
"I like it when you look at me," Morys said.
Morys's brown eyes, topped with black eyebrows, were warm and deep. Noah tore his eyes away from them and tried to remember what Morys had even asked him to be there for.
"Do you want to go a bit farther? Let's head upstairs," Noah suggested.
"I asked you to help me so I guess I should trust you," Morys said.
Noah jogged up the stairs ahead of Morys and turned to look down at him.
"Can you put your hands at your sides?" Noah asked.
Morys reached the landing between the ground and first floor and stood beside Noah, slowly moving his hands to reveal the tube of flesh between his legs. Morys's uncircumcised dick was pinched over the head which was flaccid and only three inches long.
"You are smokin' hot," Noah said.
Morys chucked as the led the way and started up to the first floor.
"Where was that sweet talk at Christmastime?" Morys asked.
Noah reflected his intimacy with Morys on stage a month ago and realised he hadn't given it much thought since. Yet now... he was looking at Morys in a totally different way.
"I like that you're naked where someone else could see you," Noah suggested. Reassuringly, he added: "No-one will because the school is empty but..."
"But?" Morys asked as he pulled open the door into the first-floor corridor.
"But it's totally hot seeing you naked in the corridor. I get why everyone likes looking at me so much," Noah commented.
"You're so modest," Morys said – still uncovered, barefoot, gorgeous thighs...
"Everyone seems to have gotten used to me being naked which is great because it's good to be accepted but I don't get much chance to see this kind of thing," Noah confessed.
"Today is your lucky day," Morys told Noah.
"Let's go in here," Noah said.
They walked into the classroom and Noah closed the door just to be on the safe side.
"Morys... how do you feel about roleplaying?" Noah asked.
"Acting? Sure! What do you have in mind?" Morys replied.
Translating the insanity of walking naked through the school into a role was exactly what Morys needed. He had been nervous but the walk had been uneventful so the opportunity to make something exciting happen was unmissable. Besides, if Noah was proposing roleplaying, it might be physically intimate which was exactly what Morys wanted from Noah.
"Morys Jones, why don't you sit down," Noah said gently.
Morys sat in the nearest chair. It was so strange – naked in class, sitting behind a desk at the front of the classroom. What if the room were full and everyone could see his bare back and muscular thighs? What if he accidentally got hard? Did Noah ever get an accidental boner?
"Morys, I feel like you've been acting strangely lately," Noah said.
Noah pulled up a chair and sat beside Morys.
"In what way?" Morys replied with timidity that was not entirely faked.
"The nudity, Morys. You've been trying to get my attention, haven't you?" Noah purred.
Morys thought for a moment because the role Noah was playing was too close to the truth for comfort. Morys turned in his chair to face Noah. Noah's face was having fun though and it almost hurt that he couldn't see how much Morys wanted him.
At the same time, Morys wasn't really sure what role Noah was playing? Was he supposed to be a seductive teacher or a seductive classmate? As long as he was seducing, Morys didn't really mind.
"The first time I saw you, I thought you were special. Like the kind of boy you'd see in a magazine," Morys said.
Noah chuckled – Morys had seen him in a magazine. Noah had been pictured for a boy's clothing magazine and ended up the model for swimwear – for 13–14-year-olds. It was humiliating but Morys had accepted Noah for it and never judged Noah for his boyish looks. That was really something considering how well developed and laddish Morys was.
"So, I guess I wanted you to notice me," Morys continued.
"You got naked so I'd notice you?" Noah asked.
"I believe in big gestures," Morys reported.
"How big?" Noah asked.
"About seven inches?" Morys estimated.
Morys slid to his knees and put his hands on Noah's thighs. Noah's legs were wrapped in school trousers but the sensation of Morys's hands on them was still delightful. Morys stroked Noah's thighs and then reached up to pull Noah's shirt out of the trousers.
Morys undid the bottom few buttons until Noah's cute tummy button popped into view. Then Morys unbuttoned Noah's trousers and pulled the zip down. Noah's briefs came into view – a dark red colour.
Morys's fingers caressed the smooth skin of Noah's abdomen and then traced down, down, down until they reached the waistband of Noah's underpants. Morys slipped fingers inside and felt short and wiry hair against his fingertips.
Without prompting, Noah lifted his ass off the chair he was sitting on and Morys pulled the trousers off Noah's ass and hips, tugging them to below Noah's knees. Noah's dick was soft but Morys kissed it and smelled the boy musk of his groin.
"Noah... Do you ever accidentally get hard?" Morys asked, clearly breaking character.
"No, not really. One time a few boys I know were making a documentary about me and they kind of caught me getting wood," Noah recalled.
"Amazing. I'd be nervous about getting a boner on stage," Morys confided.
For a moment the scenario they were in was forgotten and there was nothing but honestly between them. Morys did have a boner now and he gently played with it as his breath touched Noah's erection.
"I'm sure that must happen to real actors sometimes," Noah agreed. "I'm not a real actor. I'm just a boy who likes getting naked."
Morys was kissing and licking Noah dick and balls now and as Noah started to get hard, he stroked Morys's bare shoulders. His brown skin was hot and muscular. Morys took Noah's penis in his hand and stroked it up and down until the shaft was firm and hot. Noah's head peeked out of his foreskin which winked in and out of view as the masturbation caused the foreskin to dilate and contract with each pull.
Noah moaned and his hands tickled Morys behind the ears and then rested on Morys's head. Morys had short, black, curly hair which Noah found to be surprisingly soft. Morys took Noah's dick in his mouth and started sucking.
This had not been part of his plan. Morys hadn't really had a plan but this turn of events was very welcome. He was happy that Noah seemed to like him. Noah felt a similar kinship – Morys's naked walk had almost been like a gesture meant just for him.
Morys continued to play with his own cock too. After all, the excitement of nudity and sucking Noah's cock were the most exciting things Morys had ever experienced.
Noah thrust his cock into Morys's mouth and Morys looked up at Noah with his big brown eyes. Morys's lips were wide as he gobbled Noah's seven-inch dick. Morys's own erection was six inches, perhaps just over, and he gripped it himself while happily pleasuring Noah.
"You are naked in class," Noah said.
Morys mumbled in agreement but his mouth was full.
"You are sucking my dick in class," Noah added.
"Yea... this is crazy!" Morys replied - stopping sucking for a moment.
"I can imagine crazier scenarios," Noah said obliquely.
Noah was thinking about every EMARP he had done but especially the school-based ones from last March. Was it really ten months since he'd been tied to a teachers desk and left covered in cum, only to be found by fellow teenagers? But that was just a roleplaying fantasy. In reality, Noah had participated in a sex education class seven months ago and double fucked himself in front of a teenage audience.
Those two examples didn't even touch on the multiple non-education themed demonstrations of sexual insanity that Noah had engaged in over the last sixteen to eighteen months. Should he tell Morys about his crazy adventures? If, when and how do you tell a boy about sex with strangers and making porn?
"I'd love to explore crazy with you sometimes," Morys said.
Morys went down on Noah again, working on the enormously messy head and glugging on precum.
"Do you mean that?" Noah asked curiously, biting his lip as Morys hoovered his cock.
"Maybe," Morys said before licking Noah's dick from his balls to frenulum.
Noah shuddered with pleasure and watched while Morys jerked his own cock. Morys was sat between Noah's legs which looked pasty next to Morys's caramel complexion. When Morys took Noah to the edge of orgasm, he eagerly drank from the fountain of jizz that shot into his mouth.
More sperm than Morys had ever sucked before erupted from Noah's cock – the boy was impressive in so many ways.
"Sit on the edge of the desk," Noah said.
Morys stood and Noah slid to the edge of his chair. His trousers were still around his ankles but his school shirt was still mostly in tact so when Noah started sucking the naked Morys, Morys found himself gazing at an exquisite vision.
Noah, the schoolboy cocksucker made short work of Morys's hard cock. Morys had been masturbating the whole time he's been sucking Noah so his orgasm was close even before Noah's mouth opened.
Noah could smell the musky scent of the footballing boy and Noah wanted nothing more than to explore things further with him. Noah looked up, his hands on Morys's bare thighs, just as Morys bit his lip and closed his eyes.
"I am going to cum," Morys said.
Noah kept sucking and moments later, Morys emptied his load. Noah only stopped when Morys's dick was too sensitive to take any more sucking and licking. Although this was not the first time Noah and Morys had been intimate, it felt like a first of some kind.
What was this?
"I can't believe I'm naked in class," Morys said, laughing at himself.
"I can't believe I'm not naked in class," Noah joked.
Morys laughed and helped Noah to his feet, the handholding lasted even after Noah was standing. Noah tucked his privates away and zipped up.
"Are you ready to go back for your football kit?" Noah asked.
"Yea... I guess..." Morys said – acting disappointed.
The truth was that as much fun as he'd had, Morys was more than ready to get dressed again. They set off together, Noah dressed and Morys naked, holding hands and the nude boy not covering a thing. Morys would not have been so brave if they encountered anyone. However, the return was uneventful which was good – Morys wasn't ready for that.
But what if he was ready for it someday? What if Noah had a fun friend to explore nudism or exhibitionism with?
"This little experiment worked out rather well," Morys confessed.
"All's well that ends well," Noah replied.
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