The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Twenty-Three: The Remains of the Day

The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblances to real people, real places or real events is coincidental.

The last day of school had so far been, well...

Kazuo had agreed to have his erect penis slathered with a moulding paste so his friend Yoshi could create a phallic fabrication. Then Martin decided to work on his all-over body tan and ended up naked on the grass of the school grounds and given only Speedo's to restore his modesty.

And then Connor had his clothes taken from the changing room so went outside naked to meet Tom and was rewarded with a nice blowjob. And finally Sean and Martin both ended up in Speedo's in the packed school cafeteria at start of lunchtime and had their Speedo's raffled off.

The question was, what would the remains of the day bring?

Most boys would wonder how the hell they were standing in their school cafeteria wearing only a pair of Speedo's, and those pooled around one's ankles – but not Martin. If anyone were capable of being in the cafeteria on the last day of school with Speedo's pooled around his ankles and everyone waiting for him to remove his hands from his cock and balls, it would be Martin.

The room drank in the sight of the two naked boys whose bare bums were on show to those behind them. Reluctantly, they both stepped out of the Speedo's to complete their humiliation. Everyone knew now how helpless and exposed they were.

"Hi, excuse me," said a man's voice from behind them.

Martin and Sean turned to see the handsome man that they noticed earlier but neither knew who he was. A mysterious stranger? Exciting stuff.

"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Gordon McInnes," he extended a hand to be shaken.

Instinctively Martin feed up a hand to take it so his cock and balls were held by only one hand and a testicle spilled out which his audience just loved the sight of. Gordon held Martin's hand longer than was necessary and enjoyed prolonging Martin's discomfort.

He shook Sean's had too, but he pulled his hand back after a very brief shake.

"I don't know if you've heard but I'm making a short film... would you two like to be in it?"

It seemed like a week ago that they had been discussing the director who was at the school because he was making a short film and scouting for extras. The director was no Steven Spielberg (fantastic). He wasn't even an M. Night Shyamalan (amazing, rubbish, good again). However, Gordon McInnes had made three films with homosexual themes – a sensitive tale about coming out; a story about a couple who faced violence and aggression when their relationship was discovered; finally a movie about a two lesbian marriages on the same day.

Sean and Martin discovered this during a ten minute conversation – an awkward conversation given that they were still completely naked and there was the best part of a hundred and fifty people around. They tried not to notice the looks or the subtle camera captures of their bare backs and ass cracks; they also tried not to notice the way boys would pass to look into their laps to catch a glimpse of their penises.

Gordon remained a consummate professional as he spoke to them, giving away no indication that he even noticed they were starkers in the school cafeteria.

"Maggie and Molly Marry Milly and May was my favourite," Gordon admitted.

He was still talking about his movies, his favourite being the movie about a double lesbian wedding.

"Have you read E.E. Cummings?" Martin asked when he recognised the title as a poetic reference - Martin temporarily forget his predicament.

Gordon smiled at the recognition; "Yes. I borrowed the names from his poem. I've always liked it."

"Me too," Martin replied.

"Cummings?" Sean asked as if it was a dirty joke.

Martin turned to Sean; "Edward Cummings; he wrote a poem about four girls who go down to the beach to play one day,' and each of them finds something different. Like a shell that sings or a stranded starfish or a horrible thing or a stone as small as the world and as big as alone,' but in the end it's about finding yourself. The things the children find are a reflection of how they see the world; wonder, friendship, fear, loneliness and it's an allegory for how we're shaped by our experiences and vice versa."

"Yea... I just liked the names," Gordon said, just to undercut the moment.

"How we're shaped by our experiences and vice versa," Sean repeated Martin's words then looked him up and down as if to emphasis his point before joking; "I wonder what that's like."

Martin and Sean sniggered before returning their attention to Gordon.

"What do you want us to do?" Martin asked.

"I want you two to be background characters," he said with the same seriousness that he had used when talking about his other films. "But you guys are the most important characters in the scene. The dialogue and events in the foreground are less important than what you guys are doing in the background. I'm trying to create the sense of being ignored, invisible, marginalised, forgotten; a lot of gay people feel that way that's why you won't be front and centre. It's the feeling that everyone else's lives are really happening while you struggle with this big thing that nobody seems to recognise is important."

"So... What do you want us to do?" Sean asked again, not really getting his part in the film.

"The scene takes place in a changing room where two guys are talking about going on the pull on Friday night. I just want you two to be there, naked in the background and maybe... well, fool around and stuff."

`Fool around and stuff...' on camera... what could possibly go wrong?

Clearly nothing that resembled learning was going to happen at school today. Gordon went off to make arrangements and assured them they would be back in time for their next class, a little over an hour from now. `Back?' wondered Sean but Gordon had already ran excitedly off elsewhere.

"You guys do know that you don't have to, right?"

The question came from the most unlikely of people: Mitchell McMann. The boy who had seen to it they were stripped and humiliated. However, when Sean and Martin looked at him they could see he was in earnest. Mitchell sat down next to them unconcerned by the fact they were naked while he was still dressed in his school uniform, as was everyone else in the room.

"I mean it. I know you guys think I'm a cunt but... well... You're about to go off with a strange man and be filmed..." Mitchell seemed uncomfortable with the conversation but it was he who had started it; "Look, I know I've been morally ambiguous sometimes, but... there is a line."

Martin and Sean were shocked to hear Mitchell realise there was a line that shouldn't be crossed. They looked over at Gordon and felt no fear; he wasn't using or abusing them or tricking them. Gordon wasn't seducing them or grooming them. They had made a choice, he may have taken advantage of an opportunity but he could hardly be blamed for that, it was them who made the decision to join his project.

"We appreciate your concern," Martin said.

"Bewildered by it..." Martin nudged Sean in admonishment; "But we're good," Sean added.

"Good," Mitchell managed to sound nonchalant.

Gordon returned and looked at Mitchell first; "I'll call you next week and consider you for a part in my next project."

Next project? Sean suddenly wondered if Mitchell's warning had been genuine concern for them or fear that they would subvert an acting opportunity that he coveted. They decided to give the cunt the benefit of the doubt. When Sean looked at Martin to see if the same cynical thought had crossed Martin's mind, he guessed not; Martin's face was guileless but then he had always been a little naive.

Sean also looked to searched Gordon's expression in case it was the opposite of guileless, wondering if perhaps Gordon was setting Mitchell up for a similarly depraved role as his own and Martin's, but there was no such ruthlessness there either.

Mitchell departed, satisfied that his job was done and his conscience was clear.

"Are you guys ready to head out?" Gordon asked.

"You said something like that before. We'd be back for class... back from where? Are we going somewhere?" Sean wondered.

"Head out where?" Martin asked, cutting to the chase.

"Did I not mention? I can't film here so I'm taking you on a journey. We're going across town to the local Academy." Gordon replied.

The difference between your average high school and an Academy relates primarily how the school is funded and therefore the educational decisions and opportunities the head teacher can take. Both schools are free (aside: nothing is free, that's why you pay taxes). The difference between your average Academy or high school and a school like the Earl of Lennox Boys School is about £11,000 per year.

This is pretty much why the two groups tend not to mix and why the plebs tend not to like the posh kids very much... possibly because the posh kids call them plebs. Neither Martin nor Sean considered themselves better than or above the Academy boys, nor did they tend to use the word "pleb" very much. Actually they considered themselves both lucky and highly privileged to have enjoyed the embarrassment of riches that comes from wealthy parents.

What bothered them both was not so much the impending encounter with the boys from North Forth Academy but rather their total nudity and the ten minute drive to get to their school. Gordon supplied each of them with a pair of trainers before leading them back out the side door of the cafeteria and blatantly ignored the fact they were naked. Their bums were watched by everyone as they left the cafeteria and an unsettling number of people were imagining fucking those arses before the door had even closed.

Gordon must have known they were still naked, must have remembered and must have been greatly enjoying seeing if they would go along with it. Perhaps if they had spoken up and made a stronger objection, they would never have... well, we're coming to all of that.

Sean decided to express a little concern as they approached the school's side door, one that led onto a overspill car park that was smaller than the car park at the front of the school.

"Eh, Gordon? Should Martin and I really go outside like this?" Sean asked.

They were still in the school, stopped in corridor that ran up the side of the cafeteria. A couple of boys were walking towards them and Sean's hands, which had been clamped around his dick and balls tightened reflexively yet when he looked at Martin, he wasn't even bothering to cover up any more. Martin stood bold as brass with his long cock hanging out as Sean was now faced with the struggle to remain flaccid.

"It's called method acting," Gordon said by way of an answer.

"It is?"

"I want you to become your role. To identify with the characters I'm asking you to play. You ought to feel like the invisible boys. The invisibility of being gay and how overlooked you can feel... the kids no-one sees or notices," Gordon sounded like he was making a flimsy excuse to keep them naked but then his face changed and something genuinely sad crossed his face; "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess neither of you have had the shit kicked out of you for being gay? You've never been insulted or verbally abused or threatened every day. I'm sure you boys have problems, but I get the impression - I mean just look at you both - that it hasn't been that hard for either of you to come out? To be... who you are?"

Martin and Sean admitted as much and Gordon smiled appreciatively.

"You're lucky," Gordon told them; "Not everyone is so lucky. For some people it's hard, really hard. It makes some people as afraid to admit who they are as they're afraid of being overlooked and ignored."

Sean and Martin felt the warm lino underneath their bare feet as a cool silence crept around them.

"That's why I want you to come as you are... because no-one will see you... metaphorically," Gordon finally laughed a little at his melancholy. "C'mon," said Gordon and led them out of the school, exposing them to the world beyond.

Ephraim was dry by the time Tom returned with his school uniform. He was dry and scrubbed free of cum but ready to go again. Ephraim had something rather special lined for later though and wanted to save up any further discharges for the big finish. As Ephraim pulled on his shoes and socks, then removed the shoes because he hadn't put trousers on yet, and the rest of his clothes he thought a lot about Tom and what he would like to do with him.

The lunch bell had gone nearly ten minutes ago so he had free reign for more than an hour yet. He might not be ready to cum, but he was sure as hell going to get Tom to blow his nuts. Tom had sat on one of the benches to wait patiently, paying Ephraim no particular attention until his boyfriend stood up.

Tom took in the sight of Ephraim: taller than himself, younger than him by more than two years, a better physique, black hair to his own faded ginger – there were times when he wondered how he'd snagged such an attractive partner. By all accounts, Tom felt like he was dating way outside of his league.

Plus, in his black trousers and blazer, white shirt and school tie... Connor looked so hot that Tom felt like a bit of a pervert.

"Let's go find a classroom for you to ravish me in," Ephraim said cutting to the chase.

Talk like that didn't help.

Actually, it did a little.

"Ravish you? I like the sound of that," Tom admitted.

Ephraim took Tom's hand in his own and led him back out of the changing room and towards the link corridor that led back into the main school building. The glass-lined corridor was warm and bright in the spring sun and the day had already felt like a summer afternoon.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" muttered Ephraim.

He had been studying for his English exam.

"If you like," Tom answered.

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate," Ephraim continued as they held hands and passed the assembly hall on the way to the main reception.

"You'll make me blush," Tom added.

"...So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see," said Ephraim stopping to speak to Tom face-to-face; "So long lives this, and this gives life to me."

"Wow, that's really sweet," said a sarcastic voice.

Ephraim rounded his gaze to the boy who had just ruined the moment and was unimpressed but unsurprised to see Mitchell standing there with his friends and step-brother Damon.

Ephraim decided to ignore the sarcasm and went with politeness instead; "Mitchell, John, Raymond, Damon; this is Tom. Tom these are... whatever."

"Oh, this is Tom?" Mitchell asked; "Well I think it's really sweet of your twenty year old boyfriend to visit your school. Sweet and not at all the kind of thing a sexual predator would do."

"You've got nothing to worry about," Tom replied, emphasising the contraction.

Mitchell's flying monkey's actually smiled at Tom's retort.

"And a mingin' ginger to boot. Who knew that Connor was in to charity cases," Mitchell twisted the knife.

Tom dropped Ephraim's hand out of offence and humiliation.

That insult had really hurt – it preyed on Tom's feelings of inadequacy and insecurity and his fear that his relationship was a house of cards that would come tumbling down. However, Tom could see Ephraim was enraged and about to spite back. Before he could however, John spoke.

"Dude! Didn't we already have a `stop being a cunt' conversation today? Didn't you just demonstrate in the cafeteria that you can act almost like a human being?" John asked.

It would be much later when Ephraim and Tom would only learn of the "You guys do know that you don't have to, right?" conversation that Mitchell had had with Martin and Sean.

"We made you cue cards and everything," Damon said facetiously adding to John's narrative.

Mitchell sighed and had the good grace to look (a little) embarrassed; "Ok, I'm sorry. I was being an asshole... again. I was just winding you guys up." Turing to Tom he added; "Connor's actually really proud of you."

Nobody knew what to say to that, not even Mitchell's friends who, while encouraging apology, had not expected it to be so eloquent.

After a long moment, Ephraim responded; "That's funny, `cause it looks like Mitchell..."

Tom gave him a friendly swat on the arm.

"He means thanks," Tom said, a little grudgingly as he was still offended.

"Yea. Thank you for apologising..." then Ephraim stage whispered to Damon; "Has he had a lobotomy?"

Even Mitchell smiled.

Damon was about to reply when Ephraim felt Tom take his hand again; "Are you really proud of me?"

"I love you. I'm your teenage dream and you're my firework," Ephraim replied.

"'Cause baby you're a firework..." Tom sang (badly).

"Please don't," Ephraim warned.

"Come on show 'em what you're worth," Tom continued (badly).

"Guantanamo bay was shut down for using torture like this," teased Ephraim.

Ephraim loved Tom very much but his singing was awful and a little embarrassing.

"Make 'em go oh oh oh," Tom was laughing at himself now.

"Oh oh oh..." said Ephraim like he was in pain.

Mitchell and John made hasty exits at this juncture and although Damon and Raymond followed, they also looked back to watch Ephraim and Tom kiss.

"And by the way I really like ginger's," Ephraim shouted at Mitchell's back.

Ephraim and Tom resumed their happy meander, reaching the foot of the nearest stairwell and ascending to the next floor. Tom was led to an empty classroom, they were all empty as it was lunch time, in the middle of the corridor and they stepped inside.

Unbeknownst to them, it was in this classroom two years ago that Johnnie and Calvin had seduced their teacher. Apparently, the classroom was a nexus point of degenerate behaviour.

"Let's have sex on the desk," Ephraim said.

Tom looked a little doubtful.

"Oh, c'mon. I know how much you like it when I'm in my uniform," Ephraim teased and Tom blushed; "Almost as much as I like it when you put on my uniform."

Tom came forward and put his hands on Ephraim's face, pulling him close and kissing him with lots of tongue. Ephraim's hands found Tom's arse and gave the cheeks a squeeze. Then, with a quick turn so Tom's back was to the desk at the front of the room, Ephraim gripped the bottom of Tom's shorts and hefted him up onto the desk. Tom's arse landed on a conveniently clear part of the desk so he put his legs around Ephraim's waist and the two continued to snog.

Tom's cock was achingly hard inside the tight confines of his shorts – skinny fit denim shorts might look good but left little room for expansion. While their mouths remained locked, Ephraim's hands pulled on the button and zipper of the shorts until they opened and he could finally see the mound of cock nestled inside a pair of grey briefs. Ephraim stoked the erection through the cotton protection and Tom thrust up into Ephraim's hand.

Tom meanwhile allowed his hand to bring disarray to Ephraim's school uniform by untucking the shirt and opening the buttons up to the nipples. Tom enjoyed the aesthetic of the uniform but he also enjoyed stroking Ephraim's washboard abs and solid pecs and beautiful nipples.

Ephraim went for Tom's t-shirt and pulled it up to revel Tom's skinny frame, which he wrapped his arms around and hugged with the deepest of affection. Tom felt protected by the warm embrace and his earlier anxiety and inadequacy was utterly banished. Everyone loves someone and it was so obvious Ephraim loved Tom, whatever his self-perceived inadequacies.

When the hug ended, Ephraim stepped back and proffered his hand to hold while Tom jumped back to his feet. Ephraim moved quickly forward and pushed down Tom's shorts and a moment later the underwear; they bundled around Tom's ankles and he manoeuvred one foot out to allow freedom of movement. Tom left the other foot in the underwear and shorts for the sake of security. Tom didn't trust himself to be completely naked in his boyfriend's school. If he had to, he wanted to be able to pull them up and run away. If he had to.

Ephraim wrapped his hand around Tom's dick and brought it fully hard, a little under seven inches, with a few tugs and a firm grip. Tom groaned under the stimulation. Then Ephraim fumbled around in the back pocket of his school trousers and handed over a condom. It had been planned from the start and Ephraim was just glad the boys who had taken his clothes earlier – inevitably Mitchell et al though he never got around to asking – had not taken the prophylactic.

While Tom put on the rubber, Ephraim undid his trousers and pushed them down his legs. With the trousers and underwear around his ankles, Ephraim's strong calves and beautiful creamy-skinned thighs were accentuated; emphasised just as clearly was his pert arse just waiting for Tom's approval.

Ephraim bent over the desk and pushed out his arse so when Tom stood behind and loomed over him, they both tittered with excitement.

"Aren't you going to take this off?" Tom asked as he lifted the back hem of Ephraim's school shirt and the blazer on top of it.

"No, no. Let's leave the uniform on," suggested Ephraim salaciously, casting the words over his shoulder.

"Isn't that a bit dirty?" Tom asked, using the word dirty in the sexually lewd sense of the word.

"That's the idea," Ephraim answered; "Fuck me until I behave myself."

Tom and Ephraim enjoyed each other's company and shared great affection but their sex life was amazing. Each knew just how to satisfy the other yet Tom had never been as excited as he was now; stood behind the schoolboy, his hard cock pressed against the hole that was proffered and he pushed slowly in.

Tom's cock was substantial enough to please without discomfort and its entry caused Ephraim to groan. Tom held his cock at its root, where the condom was firmly rolled up to, and pushed in. He angled his cock up to hit just the right spot to make Ephraim squirm. Tom pulled out and pushed in again, then settled into a rhythmic humping of Ephraim's bum hole; quickening and slowing his pace as required to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible.

Ephraim looked back over his shoulder a few times to sneak a peek at Tom's nudity and the shorts clinging to one ankle which was simply an adorable vision. He caught a kiss or two from Tom too, who had to wait until he was in deep and then on his tip toes in order to reach Ephraim's lips.

Tom allowed his hands to wander over Ephraim's body, pinching his manly pecs and massaging the smooth pubic area above Ephraim's cock.

It was only when Tom finally gripped Ephraim's cock that his lover stopped him and suggested a position change. Tom pulled his hard and lube-slick cock out of Ephraim's arse so he could turn; face to face, Ephraim stepped back half a step and sat on the edge of the desk. Then Ephraim lay back on the desk and slipped off his shoes so he could bring his feet up to the edge of the desk too and part his knees so his hole was completely accessible. His trousers and underwear lay abandoned on the floor in front of the desk.

Tom came close and slid back in to the puckered sphincter; he plunged in and out and Ephraim was moaning again in no time. Tom could feel his orgasm approaching again but kept going; slowing and speeding up, plunging deep and shallow. Tom kept his eyes on Ephraim's hot, tight body which he glimpsed from the parting of his lovers school shirt. The shirt was still unbuttoned to the sternum and brown nipples peaked out in-between the thrusts that caused Ephraim's clothes to slip and slide against the smooth skin.

Ephraim extended his arms above his head to grip the opposite end of the desk while Tom fucked him. Ephraim's blazer was splayed open and Tom reached up to unbutton the rest of Ephraim's shirt and then loosen the tie; it fell open and Tom studied the hairless pits, smooth chest and silky groin. Ephraim's hard cock bounced across his soft skin, the head exposed and electrified and stimulated without even being touched. Tom's hands slid up Ephraim's side, feeling the ridges of his ribs before settling against in the concave of Ephraim's armpits.

Tom thrust in one last time and came with great force and quantity; as the orgasm began to subside, replacing the immediate concentration-obliterating ecstasy with the pleasurable high of euphoria. Tom leaned over Ephraim and kissed him again, their mouths tasting one another as if for the first time.

Tom stayed inside until his cock began to soften, then he pulled out and removed the condom – knotting it at the top. Ephraim slid off the desk onto wobbly feet and took in the sight of his practically naked boyfriend.

"Naked in school, it's like a dream come true," commented Ephraim.

"Mmm, I know what you mean," Tom replied.

Tom watched as Ephraim slowly buttoned his shirt back up, righted his blazer and then retied his tie. He was quite a sight – respectable schoolboy above the waist and naked below. Ephraim slid his bare legs back into his school trousers and underwear and then put on his shoes. He was restored to a pupil of high regard.

Tom took less than half a minute to dress – slipping his other foot back into his shorts and pulling them up. The longest activity was the retrieval of his t-shirt from where it had been cast aside at the beginning of their dalliance.

"This room stinks of sex," Tom commented.

"We should probably go then," suggested Ephraim, whose face was aglow with joy.

"What?" asked Tom, delighted by the expression on his lover's face.

"I'm just happy," Ephraim replied; "I'm so happy I met you."

"Ditto," Tom replied.

Hand in hand, they left the classroom to its heady smell of sex; Ephraim idly wondered if the next class would notice.

Sean was doing some mental time-checking. The lunch bell had gone ten minutes ago and the car trip would take up to ten minutes each way; even with the extended lunch they only had about forty-five minutes to spare in front of the camera if they were going to get back to school in time.

The car journey was indeed very short, sparing Martin and Sean the fear of being naked in a car on public roads for too long. They luckily avoided any buses or other high vehicles that might look down on them as they sat nude in the back of the car. Martin also wondered if a few speed restrictions had been ignored but didn't dwell on it.

The last time he had even been near the North Forth Academy to which they were headed had been during cross-country running in P.E. when the route around the grounds of the Earl of Lennox Boys School had skirted the rear fence of the comprehensive school in question.

In fact, neither Martin nor Sean was sure if they had ever been on the road that accessed the front of the Academy. It was a long residential street with a row of semi-dethatched houses opposite the school; the school itself had been modernised and renovated a few years ago, now sporting more glass frontage and with grassy areas set across the courtyard out front.

Sean and Martin expected Gordon to drive into the school car park that was packed with staff vehicles but he didn't. Instead, Gordon pulled over to the right hand side of the road - parking on the wrong side of the road - with the wheels resting on the kerb so oncoming traffic still had plenty of passing space. Gordon tugged on the hand break and cut the engine. Sean and Martin looked at one another – they were parked on the street outside the school.

"Ready to go, guys?" asked Gordon.

Ready to go?

Naked onto the street?

Opposite houses and on a road that a car might pass along at any moment?

A car did pass, but while they were sequestered inside they were safe from view. They weren't even parked right outside the school gate; it was at least twenty-five metres - the length of a tennis court - up the road and from there was the walk across the school courtyard to the glass doors of the main entrance.

As if that wasn't enough the schools courtyard and grassy areas were covered in students out to enjoy the sun during the lunch period. The schools grounds were separated from the pavement by a wall about half a metre tall and then metal railings more than a metre taller than that. Martin and Sean couldn't really be expected to walk out there naked in broad daylight in a residential area with all those boys watching them, could they?

"Are we going then?" Gordon asked, repeating the same question as before but using different words.

"But... what if someone in those houses sees us?" asked Sean.

"Or one of the hundreds of boys out in the yard?" Martin said.

"I'm sure your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard," Gordon suggested, tongue in cheek; "But I doubt there's any curtain twitchers in those houses. You know people work during the day, right?" Gordon said with a certainty he couldn't possibly have.

Martin and Sean considered this and were forced to concede it probably was safe on the housing side of the street; however, the schools courtyard was busy with a lunchtime mob of students who would not take long to notice them when they stepped out of the car...

"But why do we have to go naked. Can't you just give us something?" asked Martin.

Martin of all people showing reluctance to strut his stuff? Wonders would never cease.

"We've already discussed method acting, right? Become the role of the invisible boys, the vulnerable. You can do this, I believe in you," Gordon encouraged them.

Gordon opened the door to end the debate and had already closed it before Martin or Sean had made to move or rebuttal; they could either sit there or go.

So they decided to go.

Martin was unfortunate enough to have to step out onto the street side, his trainer-clad feet hit the ground and he closed the door just as a car passed behind him. The car seemed to slow down and Martin turned to face the passenger door, substantially hiding his penis at least, and the driver seemed to take in the profile view of the naked school lad. The driver told himself he must be seeing things and carried on without stopping.

Sean stepped out onto the pavement and closed his door too; closing it quietly in an attempt to avoid attracting attention of the throng of students.

Martin moved to Sean's side and the two naked lads felt comforted by the other's presence. Never the less, they covered their cocks and balls with their hands. Gordon led the way and both boys lived in fear of the moment that they would be seen by the hundreds of Academy students. For now, the uniformed lads had not noticed them, as none were stood right next to the railings surrounding the school. They walked on regardless, treading what felt like a green mile but after several metres Gordon stopped and turned to face them.

"I've just had a great idea," Gordon declared; "This should be in the film."

"What?" they both asked.

"This. You guys. Here on the street. Arriving. It should be in the film. Give me a minute," Gordon said and pulled out his phone.

They had nowhere else to go so Martin and Sean hovered uncomfortably on the pavement, veritably cowering beside Gordon's car which they had made their way back to because it offered a shield from the road and the houses on the other side of it. Alas, they could not hide inside the car because Gordon had already locked it.

Martin and Sean were so busy watching the school courtyard for signs that the boys there had seen them that they did not notice...

"What the fuck?"

Gordon was still pacing to Martin and Sean's left and the voice had come from the right, which meant...

"Fuck, are they..."

When they turned in the direction of the voice that had obviously seen their naked profile, they came face to face with three boys.

The boys were all sixteen or seventeen, dressed in school uniform; black trousers, blue shirts, navy ties.

"Fuck me, they're naked!"

It was a lot of swearing to have happened in a few seconds, but in fairness, it's Scotland and "fuck" is practically used as punctuation. Also, what the fuck would you say?

Martin looked to Gordon for help but he was still on his phone. The three boys were handsome too: dark hair, bleached blonde hair and hair dyed blue; brown eyes, brown eyes and glasses-rimmed blue eyes; athletic build, athletic build and high-metabolism thin. Why did they have to be good looking? Maybe it's just that all boys seem good looking when they're part of a sexual misadventure. Martin and Sean felt their cocks twitch beneath their hands.

Barely half a minute had passed since the "fuck" fest, so to speak, and the three handsome boys who had been rendered speechless regained their voices.

The dark haired athlete turned to the school, hopped onto the wall, stuck his head above the top of the railings and shouted to everyone and anyone who could hear.

"Come and see this! There's two totally naked boys out here!"

His proclamations went on in much the same way for half a minute and a crowd did indeed gather and grow until neither Martin nor Sean could count all the faces gaping at them through the fence. They had both put hands over their penises and testes but their nudity was apparent for all to see; their bare chests and stiff nipples, long legs and bare feet protected only by trainers, their groins covered - just barely - by trembling hands. The three boys on the pavement beside them could eventually be heard above the din: heard enough to ask the obvious question.

"What are you two up to?" the blonde lad asked.

"We're just helping out Gordon," Sean said meekly.

Just in time, Gordon's call ended and up the street, exiting the school gates and coming swiftly their way, was a long haired and bearded guy in his late twenties who was carrying a case. His hand was slipping his phone into his pocket, a clear sign he had been on the other side of Gordon's call.

"Gordon and his movie? Who knew it was going to be so... literal?" said the blue haired boy with the hint of a Polish accent; perhaps his parents spoke the native tongue at home.

"Ah Jarek and Ash, you're here. That's convenient," Gordon said.

Behind Gordon, everyone could see the camera being unpacked from its case by Gordon's assistant.

"We're going to film a scene of you boys arriving at school. Martin and Sean will be behind you," Gordon said to Jarek and Ash, then to Martin and Sean he asked; "You guys are cool holding hands, right?"

It occurred to them that if they held hands they would be unable to cover their nudity but it was clearly a rhetorical question - and very obviously, exactly what Gordon intended.

The camera was ready so the assistant departed. From Gordon's discourse, it became apparent that Jarek and Ash were the blue and blonde haired boys, respectively. The third boy on the pavement, Scott, was asked to follow behind Martin and Sean, who themselves were to follow Ash and Jarek.

The assembly of boys behind the school fence, who had remained in place and fascinated by Martin and Sean's broad-daylight public nudity, could not be torn away.

"Jarek and Ash, you can adlib something can't you?" asked Gordon.

Gordon stood facing his cast who were arranged on the pavement, every minute that passed was another minute that Martin and Sean were exposed. Gordon would walk backwards towards the school gate while the cast walked towards him. At least once the scene got going Martin and Sean would be moving towards the shelter of the school - as was the destination of the scene in question.

It was a great day for filming – bright and warm and sunny with a blue sky and few clouds.

"Martin and Sean, be casual. You are exemplars of a couple who are overlooked and ignored. So hold hands and just walk naturally."

Just walk naturally while outside bare-arsed naked?

Martin and Sean were forced to uncover their manhood's and held hands. Completely exposed, the assembly of boys beyond the fence gave a wave of tittering, gasping and awe.

"Take one."

Martin and Sean could barely hear Jarek and Ash talking over the sounds of their mental breakdowns. They walked the long walk up the pavement to the school gates and were about to enter.

"Cut. I think we should do it again. This scene should be a short one but your conversation is taking too long, you'll run out of track," Gordon told them.

The two `serious' actors took this on board for the second take and Martin and Sean were forced to stay naked for a second trip, having already walked all the way back to the car. Gordon waited for a couple of cars to pass on the road before starting again.

"Take two."

The long walk began again and Martin and Sean willed the boys in front onwards, hoping to expedite the take.

"Cut," said Gordon.

They had traversed the entire length of the road again and stopped outside the gate but they'd have to go back.

"You boys all did great but everyone in the courtyard are all looking out here like there's something to see," Gordon said.

Something to see? Like two naked seventeen year olds wandering the streets?

Gordon addressed the crowd while Martin and Sean again stood around like ornaments; "This film is about sexuality. But it's about how overlooked young people can feel. The kids who conform to the `norms' - or rather ideals - of society are the focus of the world. Martin and Sean here represent an exaggerated model of that world in which no-one sees them because they are different."

Gordon proceeded to shoo the lads back across the courtyard and grassy areas of the school where they were to act normal as if nothing unusual was happening.

Third time lucky, Martin and Sean were holding hands and facing forwards. Martin could not help but notice that Jarek and Ash had really nice arses. He pointed this out to Sean a second before Gordon spoke again.

"Take three."

Martin and Sean, hand in hand and wearing only their trainers followed behind two handsome boys with nice fuckable bums. They couldn't help it when they started to get hard.

Gordon must have noticed their raging hard-on's but carried on until they were just inside the school gates. Even trying their darnedest, many boys were casting looks at the handsome naked lads and of course noticed they were now hard. Only once they had traversed a significant distance did Gordon call cut.

"I don't think you guys should be hard in this scene," Gordon said.

Jarek and Ash whirled around to see their erections; Martin's cock, which was bigger than eight inches, was a particular eye-catcher.

"Oh, I don't know. I think it really adds something to the scene," said Jarek, whose Scottish-Polish accent was filled with humour.

"Not in this scene," the word "this" being particularly emphasised; "I think we should reset," Gordon decided.

Another trek back. Another take set up. Another minute or two for their boners to go down, which wasn't easy. Their dicks fell slightly plumper than in the previous takes – longer and juicier in a way that enhanced the scene without it being lewd.

"Take four."

This time the walk was successful. The long walk up the street, a car passing on the road to their left; Martin gave it an idle glance as one might when hearing a car pass. He was glad it did not honk its horn or screech to a halt because Gordon would just have started the scene yet again; presumably the driver just thought they were shirtless, if they noticed at all.

They got the school gate and passed through it then continued along the path that led through the open space in front of the school and eventually the door of the all-glass vestibule that was the main entrance to the school.

Ash and Jarek finished talking just as they reached the door and reached for the handle and Gordon shouted "cut."

Being lunch time on the last day of school before the exam timetable began, the adult contingent of the North Forth Academy was as conveniently absent as they were at the Earl of Lennox Boys School. Students wandered though the main reception and along the corridors, all stopping to gape and mutter and point and gawp when they saw Martin and Sean.

A second scene eventually began; this one led the same group, with Jarek and Ash remaining the speaking stars of the film, to a classroom that was thankfully located on the ground floor near the main entrance.

On the second take, Sean was asked to correct the spelling of the title written along the top of the board "sexual educashon." Martin was to reach for a book on a shelf next to the board at the front of the room. This gave Gordon the opportunity to film a scripted conversation between Jarek and Ash with Martin and Sean in the foreground displaying their perfect buttocks.

Gordon especially enjoyed the way Martin turned back to face the camera once retrieving the book – it offered a full-frontal exposure and he even wiped his brow with the back of his other hand, glimpsing his underarm and expanding his glistening chest.

Sean unconsciously wiped his chalky fingers on his chest, leaving a little smudge just above his left nipple. Martin and Sean then walked towards Jarek and Ash, and hence the camera, passing behind them and out of view. The scene between the stars ended a minute later.

Martin and Sean were in a room filled with sixteen and seventeen year old boys – it probably wasn't difficult to find amiable extras given the circumstances. When the scene ended it was announced the final scene was prepared for. An additional short scene allowed for improv from the lead actors and of course for Martin and Sean to be filmed naked as they walked though the school to the changing rooms.

"I'm going to be honest," Martin told Sean in a low voice that only he could hear; "I'm so horney now that I'm finding it hard to concentrate."

"I know what you mean," agreed Sean; "Seeing you naked like this..."

Sean flushed with embarrassment at his admission. Given that Martin had made his lack of feelings clear and that their sexual relationship was a tryst only, his confession and subsequent embarrassment were an uncomfortable reminder that feelings remained on Sean's part.

By way of recovery, Sean said; "Seeing you naked and being naked myself and all these nice looking boys in their uniforms is so..."

"Hot!" Martin finished.

They were in for more of a treat with this final scene set in the changing room because it involved primarily shirtless boys, again of sixteen and seventeen years old. Undressing after playing sports and getting changed back into their uniforms. Some boys were asked to wrap towels around themselves and make their way to the showers, others were just in the background with Martin and Sean.

But at least the boys in the background were stripping to underwear before dressing up again. There was nearly two dozen boys filling the room and although a more intimate number than that which had welcomed them to the Academy, it was also a closer space and towel clad boys had to press past them to reach their markers for the scene.

The conversation between Jarek and Ash concerned the sex education class from earlier – discussing the pressure of a first kiss, of going farther with someone - fellatio for example - and of course making things safe when ready for sex. Martin and Sean stood around feeling like spare pricks at a brothel for the first take which was ended half way through and take two commenced. It was during this take that a tall lad with great arms and a chest to rival Martin's, not to mention a cock that swung forward beneath his towel at just the right moment to show its girthy outline, brushed past them and they both felt a swelling in their cocks.

Take two was stopped and Gordon made no effort for subtly as he gave new instructions to Martin and Sean.

"I think it would be great if you guys demonstrated exactly what Jarek and Ash are discussing," Gordon said; "It would be the ultimate exemplar for you two to be kissing and so on while none of the boys here notice or stop you."

This was not quite true – the extras whose towel-clad roles it was to go to for shower passed out of view once they entered the shower area. From there they turned to watch the naked couple without interrupting the integrity of the scene.

"Ok, and take three," prompted Gordon.

As Jarek and Ash talked in the foreground of the camera, Martin and Sean were in complete focus in the background. They faced each other, in profile to the camera so a side view of their cocks and bums was offered, and began to kiss. Sean's open eyes watched the big lad with nice arms pass him, brushing his skin and sending blood to his cock.

As Sean's cock rose in the space between him and Martin, it prodded Martin's balls and caused a similar reaction for his naked comrade. Sean lost himself in the kissing and the pressing of their erections against each other so it was only with prompting that he was reminded when oral sex ought to be demonstrated.

The scene reset with time for their cocks to go down so the camera could recapture their engorgement. The big lad passed again, this time his towel was as low as it could possibly be slung; his treasure trail ended in the patch of pubes that was just visible above the towel around his waist. The good looking lad clearly wanted to tease them.

Martin and Sean kissed and became hard and at the right moment, Sean dropped to his knees. Sean's hands gripped Martin's arse and his mouth slid over Martin's great big cock. Martin was not sure if he would ever tell Sean what he was missing - because while Sean was on his knees and happily sucking him off, Martin was watching the big lad with nice arms. He watched the big lad with nice arms untie his towel, even though he was amongst another four boys whose role it was to also go to the showers, and drop it to the floor.

The big lad had large balls and a surprisingly tidy pubic area. His cock was five inches soft and he peeled back the hood that was his foreskin to expose a meaty head. Martin wanted so badly to cum but he also wanted to see more of the big lad.

Sean was still sucking when it became apparent that he should have stopped.

"He said cut, Sean," Martin whispered.

Sean flushed with embarrassment, which was an effort after the humiliations he had already endured this day, then stood up.

"The lighting in here could be better so I want you to massage some baby oil on your skin," Gordon said without a hint of insincerity.

Martin and Sean squeezed lots of oil onto their hands and applied it to each other's bodies; chests, backs, arms and legs. They were watched the entire time, especially when they came to applying oil to their bums, penises and testicles.

"The guys who pass through the shot on their way to the showers should probably be shiny too," suggested Martin.

The boys in question took turns with the bottle, applying it to their arms and chests for themselves until only the big lad with nice arms remained. His name was Roy and with nonchalance he suggested Martin and Sean put it on for him.

They were certainly game for that; Sean stood behind him, rubbing oil onto his shoulders and down his back. Martin massaged oil across his chest, circling his nipples and then sliding hands across the muscles of his arms. Sean reached the very bottom of Roy's back, teasing his fingertips just under the bottom of his towel; at the same time Martin was circling his fingers around Roy's eight pack abs. Martin's hands got lower, fingers wriggling in Roy's belly button and then going lower to where the towel only just sat above Roy's cock.

It was obvious to Martin at least that Roy was hard underneath the towel but his hard-on must have been pointed down because it hardly distorted the towel at all. Martin and Sean were very visibly aroused – Martin's cock jutted out to prod the boy in front of him several times and behind, Sean's cock too would have gladly slid into Roy's arse hole had it not been shielded by the towel.

Sean felt multiple stabs of jealousy at the attention Martin was giving Roy and he had to remind himself that he had agreed to be Martin's friend, albeit a friend with whom he messed around and had sex. That he still wanted a deeper relationship was not Martin's fault or failing; Sean felt like the failure, allowing his desire to steer him into an unhealthy place that would probably end up with him in tears again. On the other hand he did enjoy seeing Martin naked a lot.

They ended with the legs; Sean working his hands up Roy's calves while Martin speared the baby oil up Roy's shins. Above the knee, Martin and Sean's hands were able to slither under the towel where they both had a shot at touching his bum and the big-knobbed erection that remained hidden from view.

"So, are we ready for take three?" Gordon asked.

As much as he had enjoyed watching the application of oil, time really was running out. By the time take three was beginning, Roy was back in his position across the room, his erection still obscured by his towel. Martin and Sean were given time for their penises to go slightly more flaccid before the filming officially began.

One says officially because of course Gordon had filmed the oiling – if only for his own viewing.

"Take three."

Jarek and Ash began their foreground conversation again while Martin and Sean amused themselves with kissing and the pressing of flesh; cocks sprouted and the boys passed by, Roy allowed his glossy arm to brush them both as he passed on his way to the showers.

Once in the showers, Roy teased Martin again with a hand clearly rubbing his penis through the towel. Sean sank to his knees and with great pleasure took Martin's cock in his mouth. Sean kissed the head and swirled his tongue around it; when he looked up Martin's attention was on the shower area and presumably Roy so he redoubled his effort to pleasure Martin. And that he did with expert licks and flicks of his tongue, which caused Martin's dick to leak more pre-cum than Sean had ever seen.

In the shower area, Roy pulled his towel off and his companions made no comment as his big dick came into view – not as big as Martin, though a decent seven and a half inches long. Roy stroked it with the hand that had rubbed his own chest with oil with - thus his lubricated hand glided pleasurably.

The final part of the scene - in which Jarek and Ash talked about going all the way - was resolved with a deft application of a condom and Sean standing up to bend over. Jarek and Ash continued their exchange, now discussing losing their virginity, while Sean turned to face the shower area, finally catching sight of the magnificent Roy. He understood why Martin had been staring.

Then, as Martin started to push his eight-plus inch cock inside him, Sean understood why Roy was starting at him. There was envy there but Sean sensed that Roy would have been happy riding either of their dicks – both preferably. Sean's body remained bent at 90 degrees but he supported his top half by putting his hand on his knees, bending his legs just slightly so he could push his bum out. Sean could feel Martin getting very close to orgasm, the blow job having served as a very effective foreplay.

There was a synchronicity that bordered on predestination that Jarek and Ash finished their dialogue right as Martin came inside Sean's arse. If not for the condom, Sean's bum would have been leaking cum onto the floor. Martin pulled out and pulled off the condom so a final spurt could land on Sean's back and dribble down his arse cheeks. Martin wiped his swollen and pulsating cock head between Sean's cheeks, smearing the messy remnant of his discharge on Sean's perfect buttocks.

Roy came too, exploding cum with shots that fired towards Sean and Martin's feet. Out of the camera frame - from the safety of the shower area - Roy's swollen cock head throbbed four or five more times as his cum shot on the floor between him and the naked fuckers.

Martin stood close behind Sean, wrapping his arms around Sean's shoulders in a tender embrace that made Sean feel loved. He turned his head to catch a kiss, which Martin duly supplied.

The school bell rang.

"Cut!"

And that was the end of the scene.

Whether it was the end of the movie was unclear, but Martin and Sean's part had certainly been fulfilled. Sean's only regret was that no-one seemed to notice he had not cum but he was ok with that. His cock remained sensitive and his balls too that were filled with juice - he knew it would be an awesome orgasm when it came. There were big plans for later in that regard.

There was a rush now for everyone to dress and get to their classes and Sean and Martin were faced with the tricksy problem of getting out of the school since they were both still totally naked, save for their trainers.

The boys of North Forth Academy were very good about scouting ahead and checking the coast was clear as Sean and Martin were led to a discrete side exit just outside the boys changing room. Back out in the bright sunshine, they basked in the heat and a cool breeze dried the sweat on their skin. Sean became aware of the crusty cum drying at the small of his back and on his buttocks, but he was cool with it really. Gordon scouted ahead, stating his assistant was packing up the camera so he could get the boys back to the Earl of Lennox Boys School but it was inevitable they would be late now.

Martin and Sean watched as Gordon moved swiftly ahead of them, unimpeded by abject nudity and a desire not to be arrested for it. Their path along the side of the school revealed little risk of being seen by pupils or teachers within the school as there were no classrooms only offices, and those were apparently empty. They got to the corner of the school and Gordon was now on the pavement and making for his car; they were even farther up the road than the last time they had trod this pavement.

The school gate that had been twenty-five odd metres from the car was now at least thirty metres away. They returned to protecting their modesty with their hands and moving quickly but not running. Running proved remarkably difficult while nude and covering one's penis.

Several cars passed on the road beside them but none stopped; they either did not notice or could not believe that two boys could be so stupid as to be naked on a public road. Sean also suspected that none of them had been young drivers because lads in their late-teens or early-twenties would have loved to shout vulgar mockery as they passed.

They had finally reached the school gate and the Academy's courtyard was now empty as the students had returned to classes. Ahead of them, the car was facing them and they could see Gordon behind the wheel. They could hear the engine start and they were ready to relax – the ordeal nearly over, the risk nearly gone.

As they got nearer the car, Gordon pulled off the kerb and crossed to the correct side of the road; he carried on driving, passing them on the opposite side of the street and moving up the road. Martin and Sean stood stunned as their lift back to the Earl of Lennox Boys School moved up the gentle slope of the road which curved to the right.

Their hands fell in shock, exposing their cocks and balls as much as their arses. They were left stranded, naked, without even a car to hide behind; they were miles from school, unable to access any clothes, unable to call for help and were stood outside a school on a residential street.

"Well, now what the fuck do we do?"

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