By Aldric
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include
unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does
not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference
between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.
Field Trip
“Bah,” Landon thought to himself. Of all the places to go, it had to be
some boring art museum. But at least it was a day away from school. The
combined A and B 8th grade classes were loaded onto the bus,
and there was only Mrs. Ross, the classroom A teacher, to escort them.
Mr. Murphy was supposed to be in charge of the Classroom B students,
but he came down sick at the last minute and there wasn’t time to get a
replacement. One teacher and 46 kids; Landon knew he’d be able to
disappear for a while and find someplace where he could do something
besides looking at old paintings.
“Keep together,” Mrs. Ross
ordered as they got off the bus. “If anyone gets lost, just come back
here to the front and they will have someone escort you to the rest of
us.” She was standing to the side, closer to the kids who were in her
classroom. “Oh, and stay on the marked path. There are areas of the
museum that we are not going to visit.”
Landon wondered why.
It must be places that would be more interesting. Maybe areas where
there were paintings of naked women. Now that would make a far more
interesting way to spend the day.
Landon noticed that five
of his fellow classmates were hanging back at the end of the line. They
were trouble makers, and he didn’t want anything to do with them, but
he knew they were planning something. He peeled off just as they
started down one of the main hallways and went into a men’s room. He
held the door open a crack, making sure that none of the boys had the
same idea. Ten feet behind the end of the line, Jacob Adams, Cody
Beecher, Daryl Sanders, Eve Christenson, and Mindy Parker were walking
much slower than the rest of the kids.
He waited until they
were well past him before coming out of the rest room. At the first
place where a red ribbon stretched across a side passage, they all
looked around. He stepped behind a statue and watched as they went
around the barrier and moved quickly down the hall. He let them get a
good distance ahead of him and followed.
The passage way
went to a large display room. The five trouble makers were well ahead
of him, and Landon looked around. The first painting he saw was one of
two boys fishing on a dock. Both boys were totally naked, and he could
see, well, all of them. They appeared to be about his age, except they
weren’t circumcised like he was. He was about to continue into the room
when someone called out to him.
“You are supposed to be with
the tour group,” the woman said. “You are not supposed to be here. Come
with me young man.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him until he
followed. Along the way, he got a quick look at a painting of a naked
girl, but when he slowed the woman grabbed his arm again and pulled him
along.
The woman used a cell phone to have the tour group
stopped and the teacher meet them. She didn’t take him back to the
ribbons, but down a different hallway and when they got to the main
passage the rest of the class was all gathered around.
“Is this one of yours?” the woman asked Mrs. Ross.
“You’re Alex, aren’t you?” she asked.
“No,” he responded. “Landon Kurcher. I’m in classroom B.”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Why weren’t you with the group?”
“I had to use the bathroom and when I came out the group was gone,” he explained. “I guess I went the wrong way.”
“He had to cross a red ribbon with a sign that said the hallway was
closed to your school children,” the woman who worked there said. “He
was in one of the restricted areas, looking at a picture of naked
boys.”
Just at that moment, the five kids who had led him
down the passage way came up from behind, giggling. Landon knew they’d
heard what the lady said.
“I wasn’t,” he said. “I just glanced at it.”
“Landon, you could have gotten all of us kicked out of the museum,”
Mrs. Ross said. “I’m afraid your day here has ended. Go wait on the
bus, and we’ll deal with this back at school.”
“Come with me
then,” the lady who worked here said. “Take off the badge.” When they
had entered, each student was given a badge that hung from around their
neck by a ribbon showing that they were part of a tour group. Landon
pulled it from around his head and gave it to her.
She took
him back near the entrance, but then turned to an area he hadn’t been
to. Inside was a small break room and two men were in there. Landon
recognized one of them as the bus driver.
“This is a boy from Mrs. Ross’s school,” the woman said. “He has been sent to wait on the bus. Are either of you the driver?”
“I am,” one said. “It’s hot outside, do I have to wait with him?”
“Mrs. Ross did not specify that, only that he was to wait on the bus.”
“Good,” the driver said. “Come with me then and I’ll unlock the door.”
He escorted Landon out the main door and then around the side of the
museum to where two school buses were parked.
“What did you do to get kicked out?” he asked as he used a key to unlock the side door.
“I went into a restricted area,” Landon said. “Some other kids did too, but they didn’t get caught.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it,” he said. “Start opening windows.” He
boarded the bus and walked down the center aisle, checking each seat
area to make sure none of the students left anything of value on the
bus. Landon followed as he opened the windows on both sides of the bus.
When the driver reached the back, he also started opening the
windows and he and Landon met in the middle. “You can close the door if
you want, but it won’t lock. Stay on the bus and don’t fuck around. If
you need to pee do it behind the bus, not on it.” He opened a cooler he
had in a small storage bin in the front of the bus. “I’ve got all the
water I need inside where its air conditioned, so you can have this.
There’s one more in there if you want it.”
Landon watched
him return to the museum. It was very hot in the bus, and the left side
had sun pouring in the windows, so he sat on the right side. He took
off his school shirt, leaving him in a tee-shirt, and wished he had
worn short pants that day. Seeing no people around, he also took off
his school pants, leaving him in just boxers. He had a good view out
the right, front, and back. The other school bus was parked about five
feet to the left, and he could see through the windows of that bus to
the museum.
Landon took a seat in the back row. Normally,
he’d never be there, as that was where the trouble-makers sat. But now
he was alone. At first, he kept his head swiveling around, watching in
case someone approached. But there were no people around, and he
gradually got used to being in just underwear on the bus. Besides, the
door was closed, and his pants were hanging over the seat in front of
him.
The back row had five seats instead of just four like
the other rows, and he put his feet up and got comfortable. Having seen
nobody around, he rolled up his pants and used them and his shirt for a
pillow against the window, bored, but not totally upset. It was still a
school day and he wasn’t sitting in Algebra class now like he would be
if he were at the school.
He thought about the picture he’d
seen. The two boys fishing from a pier. Had they posed naked for a
painting? Or did the artist just draw them naked? He remembered the
detail of their bodies and decided it was too realistic to have been
painted without models. The boys still had their foreskin, so they
probably weren’t Americans. As far as he knew, all boys in the States
were cut. Unless they were Native Americans. He didn’t know much about
them except that they weren’t called Indians anymore.
He woke with a start, unaware that he’d drifted off to sleep.
“There he is,” Jacob Adams said. He was just a few rows away, followed by the others.
Landon sat up, realizing he had a boner. He grabbed his pants and
started unrolling them, but quick action by Jacob and then Cody Beecher
stopped him. They pulled his pants and shirt from his hands.
“His dick is hard,” Eve Christenson giggled. “I’ll bet he was dreaming about those naked boys.”
“How did she know?”
Landon wondered. He tried to push his dick back into the opening in the
fly of his boxers, but his hands were grabbed by the two boys leaning
over the seat in front of him.
“Let see all of it,” Mindy
Parker said. She stepped aside as Daryl Sanders pulled Landon’s boxers
to his knees and then over his shoes. Naked except for his undershirt,
they pulled Landon to his feet.
“Now that’s a piece of art,” Eve said. “Boy Naked on School Bus.” I wonder if they’d hang it in the museum?”
“Don’t,” Cody said as she was about to take a picture of him with her
cell phone. “He tells and they find it on your phone we’re all going to
feel the pain of suspension or worse.”
“Yeah, I hadn’t
thought of that,” she said, lowering her camera. “Too bad, it sure
would have been great to share it with the rest of the class.”
“Maybe we can still do that,” Mindy said. “After all, nobody knows
we’re here. If his pants and boxers were to disappear somewhere, anyone
could have done it. Maybe kids from the other school. Or just kids who
live around here. Then he’d have to go back to school without any
clothes.”
“Hey, that might work,” Jacob said. “Look Kutcher,
there are at least a dozen kids in the museum who will swear we were
with them the entire time. Nobody saw us leave. We were never here. But
if you remain naked, when we get back to school, I will ‘find’ your
pants tied to the back bumper of the bus. That means you allow other
kids to see you, but you don’t let Mrs. Ross find out. Either that, or
your pants and shirt will go out the window on the freeway. Got it?”
“Please, don’t leave me naked,” Landon begged. “All the kids in our grade are here. They’ll all see me.”
“Probably not all of them,” Daryl said. “Not all enjoy looking at naked
boys like you do. But the girls will. You have to convince them to not
tell Mrs. Ross. If you can pull that off, we won’t tell the rest of the
school why you got kicked out of the museum. What you were looking at
when you got caught.”
“I wasn’t looking, I just glanced at it,” he said.
“We saw you following us. You stood in front of that painting for
almost a minute. You even rubbed your dick through your pants. Then you
got caught, and ruined our adventure. We had to stay with the group
because Mrs. Ross was paying more attention to us than to the art. This
is your punishment for that.”
“If you two have seen enough
of the naked Landon Kutcher, let’s go before we are missed,” Jacob said
to the other four. “Remember, if you want your pants back when we get
to school, you have to stay naked except for the undershirt the whole
way. If you or any other student draws Mrs. Ross’ attention and she
finds out you are naked, your pants will disappear.” He handed the
school shirt back to Landon. “This is so that when she looks from the
front to the back she will see you with the shirt on. It isn’t long
enough to cover your junk anyway. Have a nice day, we’ll be heading
home in an hour or so.”
The five kids left, leaving Landon
with just his shoes, socks, and shirts. Even though it was hot, he put
the other shirt on. Jacob had been right; it didn’t cover anything. And
now he was still hard, wanting to jack off. Plus, he needed to pee.
Last year he’d agreed to help wash school buses as part of the school’s
“Community Involvement” movement. One thing he’d learned was that as
long as the engine was off, he could open the emergency door without an
alarm going off. He knew how to do it – all kids had to go through Bus
Emergency training each fall.
The bus had two emergency exit
doors, one on each side. The back window could be pushed open as well.
He opened the one between the two buses after carefully looking all
around to make sure nobody was near.
Realizing that he was
essentially naked outside in the State’s capital city gave his dick the
final push that he needed. Just a few strokes were all it took to let
him cum, several thick blobs of it landing on the pavement. Then he was
able to pee, which he directed under the other school’s bus. He
returned to the bus, released the hold-open latch on the door, and
closed and secured it.
Then he waited with mounting dread.
Girls from his grade were going to see his dick. There was nothing he
could do to hide it. He could cover up, but Jacob had said he had to
allow other kids to see him if he wanted his pants back. His classroom
had 18 girls, and he was sure that Classroom A had close to the same
number. At least 35 girls between the two. This was going to be the
worse day of his life. And what would happen when they did get back to
school? They were supposed to be there just before the end of the
school day. Would Jacob ‘find’ his pants and give them to him on the
bus? Or would he have to get off the bus, still naked? If that
happened, then the 7th and 9th grade kids might see him as well. The thought of all those kids seeing him made him get hard again.
He heard voices and saw the kids from the other school were getting on
their bus. He froze as he saw a girl in the middle right-hand side
suddenly smile and point at him. Her window was closed, but Landon knew
that she was telling other kids about the naked boy on the bus next to
them.
He covered up and crossed the aisle to the sunny side
of the bus. It was hotter, but at least there the side of the kept the
other kids from seeing that he was naked. The engine on the other bus
started, and a minute later pulled out. He knew that kids from his
school would be here soon.
The first one to come was the bus
driver. He walked around the bus, doing an inspection. When complete,
he boarded the bus, making a point to not look hard at the kid in the
back. “You okay back there?” he asked.
Landon assured him he was, hoping the man wouldn’t come back to see him.
The driver pulled open the compartment where the camera recorder was
and replaced the small storage card with one that he knew was
corrupted. The Adam’s kid had paid him well to hide any evidence that
five students had entered the bus after Kutcher had boarded. He loaded
it into his phone and ran the video. When he saw them strip the kid, he
copied the file to his phone and then pulled the card out. Jacob Adams
had also paid a nice price to have the security video.
Then
the class started coming out. Mrs. Ross was in the lead, but she stood
by the door and checked off each student as they boarded.
The ultimate moment of horror was about to start for Landon Kutcher.
Eight girls filled the last two rows of seats, all of them turning to
look at Landon.
He covered his dick until one of them said,
“Mindy said you wouldn’t try and hide it.” He moved his hands back,
knowing that it wasn’t just bad luck that the girls came to the back.
As other students got on, the eight were replace with eight more, and
then more after that. But then, all the students were on board and Mrs.
Ross told everyone to take their seats and stop moving around.
For Landon, this was the worst day ever. Twenty-four girls had now seen
him, and one was sitting right next to him, her hand on his hip pulling
the bottom of his shirt up so that his belly button and everything
below it was exposed. The other girls in the back row and the seats in
front of them were also all looking.
“Play with it,” Sandra Scranton whispered to him.
“No, please,” he pleaded.
“Do it or I’ll tell Mindy you refused.” She didn’t say that Mindy had
told them they were only allowed to look and nothing more. Looking was
great, Landon wasn’t a bad-looking kid, and his was the first teen-aged
penis she’d ever seen. But making him play with it would be so much
more fun.
As the bus started forward, Landon began stroking
his dick. Several girls sat transfixed, seeing something none of them
had ever seen before. They watched with glee as what they knew from
health class was semen shot from the boy’s dick and arched up and over
to land on his belly.
Three times during the forty-minute
ride back to school someone distracted Mrs. Ross. Girls quickly moved
around, giving seven more a view of the naked boy in the back. The last
one, Carol Riggs, had a bit of a crush on Landon and was really
thrilled to see his privates.
She leaned close to him,
wishing she was allowed to touch him. “Mindy doesn’t trust the other
girls to know you’re naked, so she didn’t tell them. All the girls who
do know have seen you now. I’ll bet you wish you were anywhere except
here.”
Landon couldn’t speak. Thirty-one girls his age had
seen his dick. A bunch of them had watched him jack off and shoot. He
would never live this down.
The bus pulled into the front of
the school just as the bell rang for dismissal. Other buses were lined
up to take them home, but first the walkers were dismissed. Landon was
a walker, living just a couple of blocks away.
“Stay between us,” Carol said to him. “We’ll hide you as you get off the bus.”
“But Jacob Adams told me he was going to pretend to find my pants,” Landon protested.
“He’s not. He doesn’t have your pants. They are gone. And all of us
know he never left the museum, so how could he have them? I’ll bet some
kids who live there found you and took your pants. Are you coming, or
do you want to get off the bus by yourself?”
With mounting
horror, Landon stood up and moved to the aisle, where two girls in
front and two in the back stayed as close to him as possible. Out the
window were dozens of walkers moving down the sidewalk. At the door
were hundreds of kids waiting to be allowed to board the buses. And he
was going to have to pass them all.
The bus driver made a
point to look anywhere except at the mirror or the door as the girls
escorted the unfortunate boy up the aisle. They would be the last ones
to exit the bus. He felt sorry for the kid, but being a bus driver
didn’t pay very much and the money given and promised to him by the
Adams kid represented two month’s pay. He wondered what would happen
when the kid got off the bus. Mrs. Ross was standing ten feet back,
facing the door, apparently waiting for him.
As he stepped
off the bus, the girls in front of him stepped to each side and turned
around, giving Mrs. Ross a full look at him. He started to turn to the
left to head home, only he ran into Jacob, Cody, and Daryl.
“Landon Kutcher,” she shouted. “Where are your clothes?” He started to
run, and she demanded him to stop. He wouldn’t have, except the boys
grabbed him by his arms and pulled him back in front of her. Now he
couldn’t even cover up.
“Some kids took them,” he said as he
saw that nearly every kid in school, boys and girls, was looking at him
and laughing. And many of them had phones up to their faces, recording
this.
The bus driver got off the bus, holding a pair of
pants. “Us, Mrs. Ross, I found these stuffed under the back seat,” he
said, holding them out to her.
“You took them off yourself?”
Jacob asked, pretending to be surprised. “You wanted all these kids to
see you naked after staring at the picture of two naked boys in the
museum?” The kids within earshot were laughing even more now, and those
in the back were hearing it repeated by the other kids.
“What nerve,” Mrs. Ross exclaimed. “Get inside, we’re calling your parents.”
Pulled by Cody and Jacob, he had no choice as they pushed their way
through the bigger crowd of kids waiting at the doors for permission to
board the buses. Landon felt hands on his dick as they made their way
to the doors.
“Don’t go inside, run for home,” Jacob
whispered in Landon’s ear once they were at the door. Then he and Cody
released their hold on his arms.
Landon had been through
enough. He bolted, pushing through the crowd again and once free of
them down the street and towards home.
“Oh, sorry Mrs. Ross, he got away from us,” Jacob said.
But Landon didn’t get far. In the midst of the kids waiting to board
buses, dozens of hands grabbed him. Some in places he didn’t like being
grabbed. He was dragged back to the door, which Mrs. Ross held open.
Still naked from the waist down, he was taken to the office, where the
three women working there seemed to enjoy looking at him. Finally, he
was reunited with his pants, which he tried to put on but found it
difficult to pull over his shoes. Mrs. Ross finally ordered out the
twenty or so kids who had filled the office to watch Landon.
He managed to get his pants up and fastened as his mom was called. In
her presence he was asked to give his account of what happened.
“Jacob Adams, Cody Beecher, and Daryl Sanders took my pants and
underpants,” he began. “They came on the bus while I was there. Jacob
said he’d give them back if I stayed naked for the ride home, but he
lied about that.”
Mrs. Ross was sent out to see if any of the boys were still around. She came back a minute later with Jacob and Cody.
“Did you guys leave the museum and go out to the bus before the tour was over?” they were asked. Both of them said no.
“Well, we’ll find out the truth soon enough,” the principal said. He
picked up the phone and asked someone to check the output from the bus
security camera and then call him back.
“That will show that
I’m telling the truth,” Landon said confidently when he heard what the
Principal wanted. Jacob and Cody didn’t say anything. They sat there
for a few minutes until the phone rang and the principal answered it.
He didn’t look happy. “The recording device was faulty,” he said after hanging up the phone. “There is nothing on the card.”
“How convenient,” Landon said, ignoring his mother’s order to stop
lying. “Somehow Jacob must have destroyed it to keep you from seeing
the truth.”
Then Landon remembered something. “I was asleep
when they came on the bus. I didn’t wake up until they were in the
back, with me. He could have done something to whatever the camera is
connected to. It would make sense.”
“Only if I was really there, which I wasn’t, and if I knew about the camera, which I didn’t,” Jacob said.
It was a dead end, there was no proof.
“You said outside that Landon was looking at a picture of two boys,” Mrs. Ross said. “How did you know that?”
“Me and Cody are guilty of that,” Jacob said. “We saw him sneak across
the ribbon and decided to follow him. He stared at a painting named
“Two Boys Fishing” for a long time – until the lady showed up and
caught him. Then we snuck back to the group.”
“They did come from behind us after the woman brought Landon to me,” Mrs. Ross admitted.
“Where did the bus driver find his pants?” Cody asked.
“Under the back seat,” Mrs. Ross answered. “Where Landon was sitting.”
“If we took them and left them there, why didn’t he get dressed as soon as we were gone?”
Everyone looked at Landon, waiting for him to offer an explanation. He
didn’t have one. He’d seen Jacob get off the bus with his pants. It
didn’t make sense. Unless –
“Unless the bus driver is in on
it,” he said. “Jacob had my pants. He could have given them back to the
driver when he boarded the bus with the rest of the class. The driver
could have said he found them there, but he might be lying.”
“I think I’ve heard enough,” the principal said. “Jacob, you and Cody
can go. If your parents are upset because you came home late, have them
call me. Landon, go wait in one of the chairs outside my office. I want
to talk to your mother for a bit.”
The three boys left. Once
out of the office, Jacob whispered, “You are so screwed,” he said. “I
was going to fix everything, make sure all the pictures of you got
erased, but then you accused me. You are on your own now.” He and Cody
left. There were four chairs, and Landon’s younger sister was in one of
them. He took one as far from her as he could.
He hadn’t
even noticed her when he exited the bus, but she didn’t miss seeing
him. Every time he looked at her, she smiled, a sly, almost evil smile,
that spoke of her enjoyment at the humiliation he’d been put through.
His mom came out of the Principal’s office. “You are very lucky,” she
said. He didn’t understand why, he certainly didn’t feel lucky. “No
suspension. You will serve detention all next week. And when we get
home, I’m going to do something I haven’t done since you were six years
old. You are getting a spanking young man. I asked Mr. Hugo if he could
do it here, but he said corporal punishment is no longer allowed in
school. But he did give a few tips he learned from back when it was
part of school discipline. Let’s go.”
The moment they were in the house, she ordered him to remove his pants.
“But Mom, Stacie’s here,” he complained, indicating his sister.
“She has already seen your privates, probably more than she wanted to.
And now she has to suffer the indignity of being related to the boy who
plotted to allow his entire school to see him naked. Get them off.”
A long-handled wooden spoon was used. Stacie would remember forever
watching how her mom did it. Landon was on his back, his legs pulled up
over the top, held in place by Mom’s left arm. Her brother’s crack,
balls, dick, everything, were in full view.
Landon’s entire
butt was turned red, one cheek at a time. Then, still without pants, he
stood in the corner for an hour while she helped Mom make dinner.
After dinner, she heard from several of her friends about the picture’s
kids had taken. They were being careful, not putting them anywhere
public, but many girls were voting on their favorite ones. She knew
that the next day in school would be a great one for her. It was Landon
who would suffer. And she also heard from a girl who was good friends
with Mindy Parker that every word her brother had said was true. That,
coupled with the knowledge that nobody believed him, made it even
better. He’d been stripped and exposed and everybody believed he’d done
it to himself. She was sure he’d be pantsed several times before school
ended for the summer – a fate normally reserved for 7th
graders. And she hoped to be there each time it happened. She began
planning on who she could ask to do it to make sure that when it
happened it would be pants and underwear.
Landon also knew
that he’d be the subject of relentless teasing. Maybe even worse. Not
all the girls in school had seen him, and he was sure that someone
would be willing to risk it to get him bared again for those who missed
the show today. Maybe even fully naked, not even a shirt. And if he
complained, or got caught naked, he was positive that not a single
student would defend him. It would be his word against whoever did it,
and his word was worthless now.