Field Trip

By Aldric

Copyright 2020 by Aldric
pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

My apologies to anyone who may have tried to contact me via the comment address I have used for decades. For some reason, mail to Pietar@spamex.com stopped working on some platforms recently. It isn’t spamex’s fault, some email servers still deliver mail to there. But I know for a fact that yahoo does not, mail sent to that address bounces back. Since I don’t know the cause, I can’t get it fixed.

So starting now, those who wish to send me their comments may use pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores are part of the name and must be put in. Sorry for the confusion.

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.

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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.



   
   
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