The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Eleven: The Lesson

The people, places and events of this story exist only in my (and now your) imagination; therefore, any resembelences to real people, real places or real events would be really cool.

Fuck it was cold outside.

Martin felt his penis shrink inside his school trousers as he pushed his way into the warm building. Connor was up to something, which worried Martin; he had been told at the weekend not to masturbate.

"Since when are you the boss of me?" Martin had asked in an uncharacteristic show of backbone.

"Since never, but we're friends and as a friend I'd like you to save up this week," Connor sealed the request with a pat on the bum.

Martin capitulated; in the weeks since his display at the Pothos Emporium he had been drawn into Connor's inner circle and he enjoyed having them as friends. They came to his work last weekend, perhaps hoping for another show but it was for naught. Well, he had been asked to model Christmas boxer shorts: the Rudolph nose was a big red fuzzy ball sticking out of the crotch. The vest he had modelled had been green and made him look like a very tall elf on his way to a gay club.

Another day, another dollar; as the saying goes.

Inside the Earl of Lennox Boys School, it was warm; so warm that within ten minutes, Martin was burning up and headed to the sixth year common room do dump his outdoor jacket. He kept his blazer on; the uniform policy at the school had high expectations of decorum.

"Morning, Martin," Connor said as he sidled up to stand beside him.

"Hi, Connor."

"So, a week today we stop for Christmas holidays," Connor said casually.

"Yea..."

"I was just thinking how chilled people start to get around this time."

"I suppose," Martin said noncommittally.

"I'd like your help today, I think it'll fit your CV," Connor was looking into Martin's eyes now.

"My CV?" now Martin was worrying about where all this was going.

"EV maybe; extracurricular vitae," Connor joked; seeing Martin's heart sink he added: "Don't worry..."

"But I do worry. I started worrying when you saw me," lowering his voice to a whisper; "At the Pothos Emporium stripping and..."

He couldn't say the rest, he was embarrassed just saying that much out loud.

"I have a special class planned this afternoon," Connor insisted.

"A class? No! No way. I know I'm daft but I'm not stupid. A class will talk, tell people," Martin bemoaned.

"No, they won't. Stories around this place are passed on for sure but never too far. Y'know why?" Connor did not wait for an answer; "Because if they tell, they won't have it anymore."

That made a kind of sense, Martin supposed – but he was a self-confessed dafty. He had heard stories of boys a few years ago: the yearbook, the common room and other things. If Connorhad imagined something similar for the class he had planned then Martin was about to become a story too...

Friday afternoon's were usually the best.

Usually, Martin ran off after lunch – his timetable gifting him with Friday afternoon as free periods. But not today.

Today, Martin was headed the social sciences block where religion, history, modern studies and the like were gathered – the block had been renovated when Martin first started at the Earl of Lennox Boys School. The rooms were bright and located towards the back of the school building. Martin had been instructed to go to the biggest classroom which was generally used by the drama department, though they also used the assembly hall. It was located at the end of the corridor; a corner room so two walls were filled glass and looking out onto the playing fields that were some way off in the distance.

Several desks had been crowded together near the corner, perhaps for group work. Martin stood before them and looked out at the panorama of the frosty fields. Lunch had not quite ended yet so Martin could see students loitering on the football pitch and hockey fields; though too far to make out individuals, they were close enough to see the inactive among them were swaddled in winter jackets and hats.

"Ok, Martin?"

Martin turned to see Sean watching him. A thought occurred to Martin just then, the sort of thing his inexperienced brain never used to notice, that Sean was without his twin.

"Time was you and Matthew were joined at the hip. Didn't see one of you without the other," as non-sequiturs go it was a good one.

"I guess..." Sean said, catching up. "We take a few different classes this year. We have the same school friends, not so much the same circle outside of school."

"Are you still close?" Martin wondered.

"Of course, he's my brother," Sean said.

Although it was true Sean and Matthew were no longer `joined at the hip' they were still close companions, friends and siblings. Matt in particular was fiercely protective of his brother. Sean wasn't sure what else he would have said on the subject but was luckily interrupted...

"You made it. Good," said Connor

Martin looked back to see Connor, Matthew and Kazuo corner of the room diagonally opposite him. The latter of the three boys was propping something against the wall right by the door that led back out into the corridor. The new arrivals, just like Sean, had abandoned their blazers – probably in the common room. The teachers did not like shirtsleeves on show in class, but at lunch many dispensed with their blazers if only for some sense of rebellion against Big Brother (in the oppressive Orwell sense of the term).

The bell rang for the end of lunch and students began to file back to the school. A noisy few passed by outside. Five minutes later and the corridors were dying down and the room was filling up. They were all sixth year students – Martin recognised several who he was certain had the afternoon off just as he usually did, the rest among them must be playing truant from their actual class. They were settling in for this however.

The more faces Martin looked at the more he was both worried and had his fears allayed. Martin was a naive boy but his gaydar was reasonable by anyone's standards. Jokes are made of all-boys schools; they are a font of sexual experimentation but even so Martin's inference was always for a higher than average gay populous. Maybe it was just the lack of options through the day that encouraged experimentation amongst peers.

Martin's mind was wandering.

His gaydar: these boys were gay, or bisexual or really, really gay-friendly. It was as if Connor had selected this group of boys; certainly Martin was relieved Mitchell McMann was nowhere to be seen.

Martin felt nervous as he continued to stand by the desk in the window corner of the room, the sports fields behind him and the bright white winter light shining in behind him.

"Well, thanks for all coming. I'm sure you're all curious what you've come for," Connor said.

He was a natural orator, addressing an assembly of twenty-seven boys (thirty-one including Connor, Sean, matt and Kazuo).

"Well, you're here for sex education."

Martin's heart nearly stopped. Most of the boys chuckled.

"I know, a lot of you are well educated already," Connor said – his eyes met a few boys in particular. "But trust me, you've never had a lesson like this before. And we'll be recording it too..."

Martin could see what Kazuo had brought in earlier: a tripod mounted camera.

"We can't have the younger years in the class today but those boys should get to see this sometime. You'll understand soon what I mean. Just imagine if you could have seen this lesson back in first or second year," Connor's words were being met with bewilderment.

Bewilderment except from his friends and Martin. They all knew what was coming; even Martin could see where this was going.

"Just imagine..." Connor had said, and Martin thought about that. If what Connor was suggesting was true then what Martin was about to do might be watched by boys of any age, at any time for years to come.

"Without further ado, I introduce our sex-ed model for the day: Martin," Connor said.

This too was met with bewilderment. A chuckle or two too – but they'd not be chucking when they saw his killer body. They'd soon be seeing the whole fucking thing.

They were all still bewildered though.

"Martin, take off all your clothes and give them to me."

The twenty-seven didn't quite know how to take what they had just heard.

It's not every day at school that a boy gets a mysterious summons and it's certainly not every day they get the chance to watch a strip show.

They couldn't believe it, it was surely a joke; there was no way Martin McGuigan was going to get naked... was there?

Martin was so nervous he nearly pissed himself.

Sure he'd stripped before; people had seen him naked – but in school?

Ok, he'd stripped naked in school before too. But not in front of thirty boys. Boys he knew. His peers. His classmates.

He was going to be humiliated in front of lads who he'd have to look in the eye again after it.

He wasn't really going to do this... was he?

The school boy uniform ensemble was complete for now.

Martin started with the easy bit; he unbuttoned his blazer and slipped it off, revealing his long white shirtsleeves as brilliant as winter snow. The only interruption to the pristine white, was the school tie running down the centre.

Sean was at one side and took the blazer from Martin, who hadn't even thought about where he was going to put it. His eyes lifted to the twenty-seven whose expressions were tuning from bewildered to hopeful.

Martin pulled off his tie; the top button remained fastened as if offering protection. He was still locked up, still hidden; he could still turn back. Matthew was on the other side of him to take the tie. Martin needed to buy more time so he unbuckled his belt and slipped it out from around his waist. The trousers fit nicely anyway; hugging his hips, showing off a nice arse and although flat upfront in the generic `school trousers' kind of way, there was enough of a bulge to put Martin on a promise. The belt was accepted.

More delay needed.

Every delay was a step towards the inevitable reveal.

Martin sat on the edge of the table behind him, his back to the sports fields and any activity that might be taking place on them. Martin undid his shoes and slipped them off, stuffing his socks inside. Anyone who's ever attempted to look hot stripping will know you can't take your shoes off sexily. He kicked the shoes to one side where Sean collected them like an excited Wimbledon ball-boy.

Martin hopped back down; his bare feet touching the cool floor. He wriggled his feet against the linoleum and could see the hem of his trousers sitting over his big feet. Those in the front row could see his big feet too; you know what they say, "big feet, big..."

This was his last chance to back down and bail out. Connor would probably let him. And yet...

Martin reached up and began to unbutton his crisp white school shirt. There was energy in the room; the kind of energy felt by twenty-seven horney gay high school boys who are about to be treated. As the buttons came undone, the shirt fell open to reveal Martin's brown nipples and his hard abs.

The twenty-seven were watching closely now; with Connor, Sean, Matt and Kazuo also buzzing with anticipation.

Martin unfastened the cuffs of the shirt too for ease of removal before slipping if off his bare, smooth, white shoulders. Newton's revenge (gravity) pulled the shirt to the floor. Martin's topless body was now on show and the twenty-seven were deeply impressed by it. Some wondered why they had never realised Martin was so hot, and those that had realised he was so hot – having seen him in the shower after gym – hoped they'd see more than just skin today.

Martin was all too aware he didn't have much left to remove; the camera watching him was like a twenty-eighth audience member. One equally incapable of forgetting what was happening, if not more so, than the boys.

Martin's bare skin was pale gold beneath the white lights.

Matt had dragged the shirt away from Martin's feet and now Martin's hands moved to the waist of his school trousers and pulled them open. His briefs appeared and the penis inside them provided a respectable bulge that was still partially concealed by the trousers so Martin pushed them to the floor, slipped them off his bare ankles and naked feet and handed them over to one of the twins.

Martin stood now before his classmates in just his pants.

One tends not to think about school class sizes. Twenty-seven is a lot of boys; twenty-seven is fifty-four eyes. Including his friends the number is really thirty-one boys, which makes it sixty-two eyes. Sixty-two eyes watching Martin strip naked in school.

Martin pushed down his briefs.

A classroom is not the place for a naked school boy.

Lots of people wish it were, but it's not normal; it's incongruous, ridiculous, absurd.

Totally freakin' awesome!

The twenty-seven even loved the way Martin stepped out of the briefs, his long legs more somehow more bare than they had been five seconds ago.

They could see Martin's cock! It was right there, dangling between his legs.

Martin's penis was long and thick, but still flaccid; beneath his penis were his testicles.

They could see Martin's balls! They were right there, dangling between his legs.

Martin was naked for all to see and now they had seen, they didn't know what the hell to do. Martin could tell by uncomfortable squirming in their seats, most of the boys were hard already and he hadn't even got started yet.

"Excellent Martin," said Connor who was doing his best to sound cool.

It's hard to sound cool when you're the ringleader in an event like this one being watched by nearly half the school year.

"Now, why don't you put your hands behind you head," Connor asked.

Martin complied, linking his fingers and exposing his armpits while accentuating his biceps.

"As you can see," Connor began, "Martin is very well developed. He's over six feet tall, his penis is five inches at least and not even hard, his muscles are strong and lean."

Connor was now speaking for the benefit of the video.

Fuck, the video! For the junior boys, hundreds of them a year, who would be able to watch Martin exposed and humiliated like this for years to come.

"He has hair too, without being hirsute," Connor continued. "Notice his armpits and legs, also the trail from his belly button and rock-hard abs to his penis. And above that, a bush of pubes."

Ok, it wasn't Shakespeare but Connor was covering the salient points.

"What about his balls? We can't see the hair on them very well," a boy in the front row claimed.

Connor sorted that by taking a hold of Martin's penis and lifting it.

"You can see now, the nest of hair covering his ball sac," Connor said.

"Always make sure to check your teeth if you're licking hairy balls," Kazuo offered helpfully.

There was a chuckle, mostly from the boys who had experience of it having happened to them.

"Turn around, Martin," prompted Connor.

His hands were still clasped behind his head as he turned to show off his smooth back and hairless sacrum. From behind he looked hairless, except...

"If you just bend over, Martin?" Connor asked.

There was something about the repetition of his name; it served to remind the twenty-seven, Connor's friends and those who would watch the recording who he was.

Martin. Martin. Martin.

Martin bent over, leaned more like, and Connor parted his ass cheeks. The sweet hole was exposed for all too see in the most visceral way.

"Not much hair there," Connor remarked and Martin was grateful there was no remark about it possibly been shaved. No-one needs that kind of info, thanks.

The twenty-seven spent longer gazing at his arse hole than was surely necessary. It gave Martin the time to look out the window and watch a group of boys running around in the cold wearing shorts and t-shirt. They were a distance away but Martin could imagine the eyes of ten more boys, playing five aside football, sighting him flashing and coming to see more. But they would not see; the room was at a higher elevation and the windows would reflect the sunlight from where they were so as to obscure him inside.

"Ok, Martin," Connor said his name again; "Turn back around."

Martin turned to see the boys again – they were excited for the next stage in this sex-ed class.

"Martin, why don't you sit up on the desk for now?" Connor asked.

Connor was, as if it would be hard, trying to embarrass Martin more and he was determined not to let his modesty show. Yea, as if Martin had modesty anymore.

Martin sat on the edge of the table and pushed his bum back until the back of his knees touched the edge of the table. His back was upright and his lower legs dangled over the edge of the table. With his legs slightly parted, his testicles, perineum and arse could be glimpsed. His hands were no longer behind his head but he was still on display. He was still the focus of this lesson.

"Martin, would you like to get yourself hard now?" Connor asked.

The twenty-seven were shocked; they must have hoped this would happen but for it to actually happen?

Martin spread his legs wider and took a hold of his penis with his right hand. The camera was directly in front of him and it was hard not to look it in the eye. As he gripped his penis, it was obvious erection would not take long. Martin returned his left hand to behind his head as he stroked with his right hand; pulling back and revealing the bulbous bell-end. Martin nuzzled his armpit as his dick grew and in thirty seconds, turning to face the school boys again, he was completely hard.

It was something about the school uniforms; the innocence of them, although so few sixth year school boys are innocent now. It was something about them being completely clothed in school uniform while Martin was totally exposed and naked that made Martin even harder.

Plus, his clothes were gone.

Martin had taken a discrete look around when he had turned to look out the window; his clothes were spirited away. He could not dress nor cover up nor leave even if he wanted to.

The twenty-seven could not believe Martin was bare naked and hard in front of them; still stroking the biggest cock any of them had ever seen.

"How fuckin' big is that thing?" someone asked.

Martin answered; "Eight point two inches."

The lads were impressed, though one replied, without intending derision; "Does that extra fifth of an inch mean a lot to you?"

"Ha, don't mind him," chipped in someone else; "He's just jealous `cause his isn't even a fifth of an inch."

The lads laughed, releasing a tension from the air like thunder in a static-filled sky.

"That's nearly twenty-one centimetres for those of you trying to convert," Sean said one the laughter had dissipated.

Martin stopped stroking and held his cock at forty-five degrees; the head lubricated with a little pre-cum and aiming at the ceiling above the boy's heads.

"Anyone want a feel?" Connor asked.

Martin felt himself resist this, he had a boyfriend, but he was now in no position to resist. He perhaps expected everyone to line up, but the twenty-seven were all too aware of their peers watching and the camera recording. They didn't want to be humiliated, you know?

Five boys came forward and in turn took a hold of Martin's massive member. One of the boys had cold hands, but it felt wonderful to feel his hot cock impart heat as the hand imparted cold.

The boy in question, a lad called Paul, looked into Martin's eyes as he eased his hand back and stroked with great care and attention; sometimes you don't need gaydar to tell, sometimes the simple act of gripping another man's cock is enough to give you away.

It did not surprise Martin when Sean also stepped forward and had a feel. His thumb swept across the shiny dome of Martin's erection and ran around the edge of the head. Sean was gentle, tentative and almost nervous; he really did like Martin a lot, even before he got a grip of his penis.

"You want a room?" Connor asked jokingly.

The other boys laughed, but they all understood why Sean seemed hypnotised.

"This is a room," quipped Sean in return.

Sean let go and turned to move back to the side of the room.

Martin put his palms slat on the table he was sitting on and leaned back on his arms, making no effort to cover up anything. His cock sat there, hard and encouraged, and his legs were just wide enough to tease a glimpse of his rosy hole.

"Maybe Sean could help us with the next part of the demonstration?" Connor proposed.

Sean turned to him, perplexed, clearly not expecting whatever turn of events Connor was setting in motion.

"We boys enjoy masturbation, it's easy. You take a grip and rub. I especially recommend the rainbow rub; that's where you hold and squeeze the tip of your cock while the heel of the palm runs down the frenulum. That's the sensitive nest of nerves on the underside of the head," Connor said.

He was starting to sound like a documentary.

"But oral stimulation is also very pleasurable," Connor added.

Now Sean got it.

"Why don't you help Martin demonstrate how to get sucked off?"

Sean could have refused and perhaps Kazuo would have done it (Matt had a girlfriend and Connor a boyfriend so they wouldn't do it) of that Sean was quite sure. On the other hand, this was his only chance to play with Martin, so he'd be a fool to say no.

The other boys in the class understood perfectly; they might have done the same thing and the only thing separating them from Sean was that Sean did not care about the camera.

The camera caught Sean as he approached and swung Martin's legs around until they were on the table. Now in profile for the camera rather than head on, it caught the naked seventeen year old as his penis was engulfed by the mouth of a fully clothed teenaged school boy.

There was something about the visual.

Martin had not been expecting this but enjoyed Sean's hot mouth and pink lips which locked around his cock and started to take it deeper. There was only so much of an eight inch penis that Sean could take, but Martin was surprised by just how much of his penis disappeared.

When it popped out of Sean's mouth, he gripped the base of Martin's cock with his hand drew his slippery tongue along the underside – stimulating the frenulum that Connor had just been talking about.

While Sean licked and sucked and engulfed Martin's cock, Martin's guilt returned but it was hard to think about E.J. with any cohesive thought. To his credit, Sean felt guilt too, knowing Martin had a boyfriend; this was not the kind of thing you do to a boy who already has a partner. It was difficult to stop, for he wanted to continue, but Sean was better than this. The oral demonstration had lasted a only a minute or three, but it was effective and Martin was left bereft and wanting of orgasm.

Martin, his legs still up on the table, lay flat on his back. The camera caught Martin's long body outstretched, with his big dick sticking up as Martin started stroking again. Everyone was happy to watch but Connor was also keen not to let Martin cum just yet.

"Anal stimulation is also very pleasurable," Connor said.

No-one could believe he'd said it and all eyes moved to Sean, his lovely assistant from a moment ago, but Connor clearly had other ideas. He pulled from a backpack a nice big dildo. Martin sat up again and looked at it, swivelled around so he was face on with the camera and the twenty-seven again and extended his hand.

Connor handed it over and while Martin held it, he squeezed lube generously over the tip. The lube dribbled down and pooled at Martin's hand at which point Martin stoked the phallic and prepared himself.

Martin had only had sex with one man and that was E.J. so he was glad he was not going to completely betray E.J. – letting boys stroke and lick him had been bad enough.

"Perhaps we should loosen you up first?" Connor suggested.

Martin was again mutely complicit; he pushed his bum back on the table so he could bring his feet up, his heels nearly touching his bum, and then he lay back and parted his knees. The twenty-seven boys and the camera were looking Martin's bum hole in the eye. So to speak.

"Would anyone like to help Martin find his prostate?" Connor asked.

The same five boys from earlier stood up and were joined by another four after that. They must all have done this before because they all used lube without being prompted and none of them balked at the idea of putting a bare finger up someone's arse.

They were not too rough; perhaps they knew it would have been disingenuous of them given their classmate was naked, being fingered and was hard as humanly possible. They each put a finger or two in, quite deep, following the anal wall and pointing towards Martin's navel. Finding the prostate, each rubbed or prodded the gland and Martin carefully stroked his cock while they did so.

HE was so very close to cumming when the last of the boys sat back down again.

"Try this," Connor offered the dildo back to Martin.

It was still slick with lubricant and Martin had no difficulty aiming it for his anal sphincter and holding the dildo against it. Just a little push and it started to enter; the feeling of his arse opening up was almost as good as the feelings Martin anticipated would come once he started fucking himself.

That came in no time at all – the dildo slipped deeper and deeper until Martin could not bear to push any more. E.J. had a big cock, very nearly as big as Martin's, but the dildo was difficult and different. He imagined E.J. pummelling him as he started to pull the dildo in and out. Then Connor helpfully pointed out it also vibrated.

That was a nice feeling.

E.J.'s cock didn't do that.

While Martin pumped his ass, his free hand wandered over his chest and his thighs, across his belly and several squeezes of his nipples.

"I think you could cum now, if you want," Connor told Martin.

Martin was all too happy to oblige.

His hand gripped his cock and it took a minute to co-ordinate simultaneous stroking and fucking with the dildo. Martin could not believe he was naked in a school classroom with thirty boys watching and a camera recording everything for posterity.

Nearing orgasm, Martin made a decision; he slid forward until his arse was hanging off the desk and his feet were dangling again to the floor. He sat up and jumped to his feet in one agile motion; he wanted to stand and face the crowd. The dildo was still jammed in his arse and vibrating at maximum now.

It was actually a little distracting.

Martin was so close now, though. The sight of all those boys watching him was enough to send him over the edge and his cock erupted with cum into the audience. It must have been a great shot for the camera too; a mighty fountain of cum shooting towards it as Martin emptied his balls.

Martin pulled the dildo from his bum and slumped back against the table. He had to summon his strength to stay on his feet, but he did. Martin stood proud in front of everyone and although they did not cheer out of fear they would summon someone in authority, they were all praising with their eyes.

Knock, knock, knock.

Martin turned to the source of the noise. Standing outside the window were the ten boys who had been playing football on the pitches.

How long had they been watching?

How long they had been watching was, ultimately, irrelevant.

Martin was still stood completely bare naked and barefoot in a school classroom with a cum-leaking cock that was still near eight inches long; a dildo in his hand and with another thirty-one boys watching him.

So now, forty-one boys once you add on the lads outside.

Martin thought he recognised Mitchell McMann; who, while he was a complete prick, was at least in Martin's school year. The ten boys – shocked and awed and unsure what they'd do were running off now.

"Go," Connor said to Kazuo – it was clear from his tone this had not been planned. Connor's voice held menace as he instructed his enforcer; "Explain it to them."

Kazuo grabbed his bag and ran to catch the lads who would be headed back to the locker rooms. There was still twenty minutes before the end of the period; the boys had finished playing early. Kazuo was a good choice – he could be very `persuasive' when he had to be. Not a bully, but no-one would eagerly stand up to him. Perhaps not even Mitchell.

"Class dismissed," Connor said and the boys who had come for a magnificent show started to file out.

Several praised Martin but had to do so quickly; Connor needed them gone now.

Martin himself had taken his exposure to many more boys than initially planned very well. He handed the dildo Matthew who wasn't sure what to do with it. Then Martin looked around for his school uniform; He was about to ask the obvious question when Connor answered it without prompting.

"Kazuo has your clothes," Connor said.

"You're joking?" Martin said.

"No. I'm not joking," Connor replied.

There was an edge of irritability in his voice that Connor regretted but Martin being Martin (either that or distracted by other things) did not notice it. He was irritable at his plans going awry, even though the result was kinda awesome.

Connor continued; "I hadn't planned on having to send Kaz to silence that lot. We'll need to go to him. Get the hell out of here before the next class comes in."

Martin nodded. He knew, or hoped, the boys who'd stood outside while he fucked his arse with a dildo and wanked off in class would not take too much persuasion; that was not the kind of thing one told their teachers at an all boy's school. Or any school. Never the less, they had to be enforced by Kazuo.

"Well, you guys can give me something to wear," Martin suggested.

Sean was collecting the camera and stashing the tripod in the corner of the room.

"None of us are wearing t-shirts under our shirts so we can't just give you a shirt, Martin," Connor said reasonably. "And it would look pretty weird for one of us to be shirtless and you're still half naked. And I'm defiantly not giving you my trousers. Either of you giving up your trousers?"

The twins shook their heads.

"Didn't think so," Connor agreed. "So, follow us. And let's hurry before the bell goes."

Martin had hoped he could stay and someone would return with clothes but there would not be enough time before the bell went for the next class. Martin did not have a choice; he'd have to sneak through the school totally bare-arsed and bare-foot naked.

All Martin had to do was navigate through the social science block, then through the home economics department; through the rotunda, geez: past the bloody reception and then past the teachers offices, alongside the assembly hall and the through the link corridor to the locker room.

Piece of cake.

Connor opened the classroom door, letting in an offensive volume of boy's voices. Martin's heart skipped a few beats before realising the voices were behind closed doors. This room was the last before the technical department: the noise from lads doing wood work (pun intended) carried up the empty corridors. They were not heading that way, they would in a moment be travelling away from the rabble.

The coast was clear so Connor led on, with the twins following like shadows behind him. Martin was scared as he stepped out of the room and into the bright corridor. The linoleum of the floor in the corridor was still cool beneath his feet and served only to emphasise his nakedness.

This was insane!

A little up the corridor were four doors, two on either side and staggered. They would pass the left first, then the right; left, right – that could mark successful exit from the social science block.

Connor et al could breeze past the rooms no bother and did so; they were already at the double doors on the far end of the department and looking back at him before he'd even reached the first room. The class rooms had windows and although no-one looking out would see his lower half they would see him topless. Topless boys in this corridor in the middle of winter might pique curiosity.

Sean could not believe his eyes as Martin skulked cautiously towards them – totally nude.

Martin's smooth and creamy skin contrasted against the dark bush of pubes above his penis, which still hung long and uncovered and covered with remnants of his recent orgasm. Did Martin not even think to cover it or did the pointlessness of covering up when he was so obviously naked make covering his modesty redundant?

Sean wished he could see more of Martin – metaphorically. Sean wished he could be more like him... A realisation that had not consciously penetrated (pun intended) before.

Martin darted past each of the classroom doors as he reached them without alerting the occupants; Connor could have mentioned the rooms on the right were empty but it hadn't come up. Martin breathed a sigh of relief when he rejoined Connor and the twins, not thinking he stopped to regain his breath and his faculties. After thirty seconds he looked over his shoulder and realised too late he was still in view of one of the windows and a younger boy, sixteen probably, was wearing a very surprised expression.

He had seen Martin, how much he had seen? Martin was not keen to stick around to find out.

The home economics department was handled in a similar way, though this time Connor did share that only one room was occupied so Martin could pass the others with confidence. The ease with which Martin walked around naked was almost unsettling.

Hot! But unsettling; as if he did not know the trouble he was in.

The rotunda, was another matter; it was long and wide and open. It was a thoroughfare during class changes and a gathering place at break time. Timidity had returned to Martin – he still did not have the wherewithal to cover his penis, but he moved slowly and cautiously and Sean was starting to worry the journey to the locker rooms where Martin's clothes were would take so long the hall would fill up before they got there.

Connor loved every moment of the naked boy's journey; not that Sean was not enjoying it from a mental porn perspective, just that he was also concerned for his new friend. Matthew was as nonchalant as Connor. They were nearing the end of the rotunda when two boys passed into the hall from the very door the group needed to go through.

The boys were in the year below Martin and so were sixteen years old; they had a start when they saw the four sixth years. They had been holding hands, which now dropped but it took an extra few seconds for it to penetrate their brains: Martin was totally exposed.

When the two lads finally articulated their thoughts, they said:

"Holy shit."

"Penis."

"Holy shit."

"Golly."

"Do you just say golly?"

"I'm stressed."

"Golly."

The two younger boys were transfixed by Martin's nudity – Martin had finally cupped his cock and balls and stated blushing all over.

"Simon and Nathaniel, right?" Connor asked; good with names, of the cute boys at least.

"Yea," replied one.

"Simon, my face is up here," Connor said.

"Yea, yea, yea."

Connor smiled at the boys who were unable to stop staring at Martin.

"You never saw us," Connor said.

"Ok."

Nathaniel replied properly; "No probs, Connor. We get you, never saw a thing."

"Good lad," Connor replied.

Nathaniel took Simon's hand again and said; "C'mon lets go somewhere private and, eh, have a proper think about... school work."

Simon smiled as he nodded knowingly; "School work is hard."

As they left they looked back for a good look at Martin's bum.

"Really hard."

Connor took Martin's wrist to free him from his shock induced stupor. It was probably best he hadn't said anything to the boys.

Martin found himself wondering what E.J. would think of this if he knew. Martin had admitted he had made new friends at school; E.J. had noticed Martin seemed happier and more confident. But thus far Martin had avoided telling his lover about the ridiculous amount of nudity in his life. That would change, Martin just wasn't sure how to tell E.J yet.

They all exited the rotunda and proceeded towards the main reception. Bright winter daylight flooded in from the main doors opposite the reception. The reception was an enclosed office opposite the main doors so they would be quite safe until they reached the window that looked into the reception. Martin would not be able to dart past this one.

"Get on your knees," Connor suggested; "Crawl past while I'll distract the office clerk."

Martin robotically complied.

On his hands and knees Martin proceeded; looking out the main doors out of fear someone would be coming in but he was quite safe.

True to his word, Connor engaged idle chatter with the nice office lad – a man of around twenty-five and who was not Connor's type. Or rather Connor was not his; he didn't mind the boys flirting but he thought his wife might so he did not mention it to her.

Martin crawled past the reception his penis dangling towards the floor and his arse sticking out behind him. Naturally Sean and Matt waited and watched and Matthew playfully swatted his twin for the way his eyes were transfixed on Martin's exposed bum hole.

Finally past, Martin stood up again and the tall lad rubbed his dusty knees then looked to Connor to hurry up. Out in the exposed corridor, close enough to the main entrance to feel the draught on his feet, was not a place Martin wanted to dawdle. Any minute an office could open and a teacher might walk out.

They could move more freely and quickly now – passing the teachers offices and the assembly hall in seconds. They took the door leading down the side of the hall and the school bell sounded as they reached the link corridor to the P.E. department.

They were safe enough now but half of the boys who had stood outside and seen him cum passed Martin as he traversed the link corridor. They were all impressed and bewildered by the gall of it. Inside the locker room, Mitchell, their would-be ring leader, had a face like thunder and Kazuo was clearly the cause. Not one of the boys would grass Martin in nor spread the story but Mitchell was not a happy boy.

"Problem?" Connor asked, eyeballing the boy.

"No," he replied shortly.

Clearly Kazuo had already been quite persuasive – Mitchell grabbed his back and left.

Looking the bare naked Martin up and down, Kazuo cheekily asked; "What kept you?"

There was something wrong with Johnnie, Calvin was sure about that.

He'd talked to Daniel about it; he was a nice man, Daniel – handsome too. Calvin chastised himself for this thought and then wondered why he was uncomfortable thinking complementary things about his friend; he tried not to dwell any more on that train of thought.

Johnnie used to talk to Calvin about everything or anything or nothing. But something had changed, hadn't it? But things were harder now; Calvin had other people in his life (Tom, Victor and Daniel) whose sense and sensibility were appealing to him. Johnnie was his best friend but Calvin had trusted and esteemed Tom's opinion; Tom was sensitive and honest but increasingly unavailable due to his budding romance. Victor, another confidant, though an unlikely one, had grown more distant in the three plus months since he had moved out.

So it was to Daniel that Calvin had found himself talking to about Johnnie and he felt certain Daniel was not telling him something; but if it was a secret and he had given Johnnie the promise of confidence then Cal could not ask Daniel to break that confidentiality.

The gist was; there was something wrong with Johnnie, Calvin was sure about that.

It was now the end of the University term and now, free from distraction until after Christmas, was the best time to tackle it. Calvin and Johnnie had been friends for more than seven years now; but in that time every moment of their lives had been shared such that it felt like there was never a time when they had not been friends. Johnnie had been there for Cal when his mother ran out on the family and Calvin had been there for Johnnie when his brother was sick. So if something was wrong, Calvin had to know.

It wasn't as if it had been wrong for that long! They had started this term in much the same way as they'd been carrying on for many years before: being as silly and provocative as possible. Hence Johnnie naked in the seminar and then Calvin naked in the Symposium Athletics Club's pool; then there was the way they provoked indiscrete costume choices for Halloween...

So what the heck was wrong?

Ok, they'd not had sex for a while but Calvin had explained he was looking for a boyfriend. Johnnie wouldn't have a problem with that, would he? After all, Johnnie, Calvin was sure, had shared his bed with others in the interim. Phillip something for sure – around the time of the Halloween party.

"He's been more distracted, I'll give you that," Daniel had conceded.

"It's not just distracted, Danny boy," Calvin had replied an hour ago. "I've seen distracted before, like when he stares at the cover of Attitude. This is... for example, where is he?"

"Huh?"

"Exactly! I don't know either. He buggered off after our seminar. We were in the same bloody room and I don't know where he went. And he wasn't there when we, I, met you. Where's he run off to?"

"Without you, you mean?" Daniel asked.

"I mean without... shut up. I know I sound like an old wife but I know when something's up and "he's distracted" is understatement of the year."

Johnnie had been hiding from the world; alone in his room thinking about everything that was on his mind. He already knew he could not spend the Christmas holidays as he had last year – messing around, pranking and generally having shits and giggles with his best friend. Johnnie was thinking about pleading for room and board with Victor at E.J.'s house. He'd still be close to town but he would be away from Calvin. He wanted Calvin, but he couldn't be around him anymore. There was something else too... his headaches, the last time he'd had them was five years ago. But it couldn't be that again, could it? Typical boy, time to ignore it and hope it goes away.

Calvin found Johnnie in the Halls, secreted away in his room and hunched over his laptop.

"Porn?" Calvin asked of the laptop and grinned at the joke.

"Hmm? Oh, no. I was having a look at the essay due in January." Johnnie said unenthusiastically.

If he was honest with himself Johnnie had been having second thoughts about university for several months now; the only thing stopping him from quitting was Calvin and a lack of clue as to what else he would do if he did drop out. The Calvin component if the rationale was on a shoogly peg.

"Seriously? Christmas holiday's started an hour ago and you're looking at the essay question?" Cal asked.

"I can't concentrate," Johnnie said in a worried voice. "I keep reading the question again `cause I can't remember it. My memory's..." Johnnie rubbed a spot above his eye.

"Headache again?"

Johnnie ignored Cal's concern; "So, anyway. You going out tonight?"

"Are you ok?" Calvin asked.

"Peachy."

"Dude, what's wrong?" Calvin tried again; "I haven't seen you this upset since Trump won."

Now Johnnie squirmed, the joke passing him by; he sensed an opening for the conversation he thought he'd wanted but now it came to it he wanted to run away.

"It's nothing," Johnnie said unconvincingly.

"What's that phrase you liked for a while a few years back..." Calvin asked rhetorically, "Never run when you're scared."

Johnnie waited – resentment at being called out, challenged and pushed into talking.

"Why not me?" Johnnie asked.

Johnnie tried to remind himself he was taking to his best friend.

"Why not you, what?" Calvin replied.

Johnnie snapped his laptop shut and started shoving it in his backpack. It was then that Calvin noticed Johnnie had packed.

"You're looking for a proper boyfriend, the real thing... why not me? Why didn't you ask me?" Johnnie asked.

Johnnie felt hurt – the question had hung around his head and heart and squeezed so tight it hurt. Now it came to it, he didn't think he wanted the answer. Calvin was taken aback, it had not occurred to him anything like this might be bothering Johnnie.

Calvin wasn't sure how to react. Johnnie had been carrying his feelings around for a long time, but for Calvin this was the first he knew of it so he wasn't fast of his mark.

"Well... Because..." Calvin was lost for words.

Johnnie wiped his eye as discreetly as possible.

"Look... Why are you packing?" Calvin asked desperately, as much to find out as to avoid forming an adequate answer.

"'Cause it didn't even occur to you." Johnnie said, hurt.

Johnnie felt stupid too; it was not Calvin's fault that he felt the way he did about his friend. Johnnie was not owed reciprocity. So why was he so angry?

Johnnie, who had had more time to think about this conversation than Calvin, continued; "You moved on and decided you wanted a proper boyfriend. I did too, except the first person I fell for was you. The first person I wanted was you. Whereas you... didn't even think about asking me."

"This is kind of a lot for me to process," Cal said slowly.

"Well, you stay here and process it then; I'm moving out until Uni starts up again." Johnnie said, more harshly and almost accusatory than he wished. But he was angry and anger makes good men cruel.

"Johnnie, please. Stay. Let's... let's talk about this." Calvin pleaded.

Johnnie hated himself more now than when he first realised he was in love with his best friend and that said friend did not feel the same way. There was nothing worse than fighting with your best friend.

"There's nothing more to say," Johnnie said; "You're my best friend and..."

"Yes, you are my best friend too. I wouldn't want to ruin that. I just, I'm looking for..."

"I don't wanna be around you right now." Johnnie finished.

Calvin looked hurt and abashed; "Johnnie, please."

"I knew. I knew this would end in tears. I shouldn't have fucking said anything," Johnnie said as he hoisted his bags and pushed his way to his bedroom door.

"Never run when you're scared," Calvin tried, almost pleadingly.

That gave Johnnie pause but he looked back and saw his best pal, not a lover or a boyfriend or a friend with benefits; he saw his best friend and it was the worst thing in the world.

"I can't," Johnnie replied to a question that had not been asked; the implicit "stay" in Calvin's supplication perhaps, "I just can't."

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