The Covid Streakers

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The Covid Streakers
by Zyngaru
Email: zyngaru@ml1.net

My name is Eugene Alexander Hopkins. I’m fourteen years old. I live in an apartment complex with twelve units. My best friends, fourteen year old, Anthony Russo and his brother, thirteen year old, Gino Russo, live in the same apartment complex as me. We are the only long term families in the complex. The other units change families about every six months, which makes it difficult to cultivate friendships because the kids change out so fast. By the time you get to know them, they’re gone.

There are other apartment complexes in my area of the city. Some have a few more units in them and others have a few less, but their change over rate is about the same. The kids are changing out all the time. Which is actually a very good thing for me, because I’m a little different than most boys. Of course I keep this a secret, because even Tony and Gino might freak out if they ever found out everything about me.

Now, looking at me, you would never know the secrets I hide inside. I’m your every man looking teenaged boy. I have dirty blond hair, green eyes and I’m of average height and weight. There’s nothing that stands out about me. I can walk around in a crowd and no one will ever point me out as being unusual or unique. I blend in easily anywhere and everywhere. The thing is, I learned very early on that I’m an exhibitionist. I was maybe eight years old when I discovered this about myself.

We had just moved into this ground floor apartment, where I still live today. Mom and dad set up my bed in the bedroom which was going to be mine forever more. It was getting late, so that’s all they set up in my room, so I would have a place to sleep and they went to set up their bedroom while I took a bath and got ready for bed. It was quite dark outside and I had my bedroom lights on as I stripped down to my underpants before going to take my bath. As I was taking my clothes off I could hear voices outside. I really didn’t pay a lot of attention to them. Once I was down to my underpants, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. Once done, I came back to my room totally naked to look through my many moving boxes for clean underpants and my PJ’s. As I was rummaging through the various boxes in my room, the voices outside got louder and there seemed to be more of them. As they got louder, I discovered they were talking about me.

I continued to look for my stuff in the boxes, but I paid more attention to the voices outside than what I was doing. They were talking about seeing me naked. For some odd reason that excited me. There were people outside my bedroom window talking about seeing me naked in my room and I got goose bumps all over. Eventually I found my underpants and slipped them on. The voices quieted down but didn’t go away, so I knew they were still watching me. That’s when mom came in and decided I didn’t need my PJ’s because I was a big boy now and I could sleep in just my underpants. So, once I got in bed, mom turned out my light and left. Now that it was lighter outside under the moonlight than in my dark bedroom, I could see figures outside walking away from my window.

When they were gone, I thought about my new experience, before falling off to sleep. I didn’t have a name for it at that age, but I knew I liked it and wanted to have it again. So from that night until this, when the sun goes down, I go to my room and strip off naked before taking my bath. After my bath, I walk around naked in my room, listening to the people outside my window until finally, I pull on underpants and stay that way for the rest of the night. I give whoever is outside my bedroom window a show each and every night. I thought as I got older mom and dad would put a stop to me walking around the house in just my underpants, but they never have. Most boys when they reach their preteen or teenager years switch to boxers and at least to boxer-briefs, but I’ve stayed with the tried and true regular briefs. I really don’t want to do anything to cause my audience to go away.

Now over the months and years that audience changes all the time. Like I said, I live in an apartment complex that has a high turnover rate, so I know the girls and boys who come to look in my window changes. I even learned who most of them are, by going outside after dark to see who’s hanging out, obviously waiting for me to give them a show. I’m surprised to discover that there are boys in the group. I figured it would all be girls, but it’s about half and half. That’s when I discovered that boys are just as curious about seeing naked or almost naked boys as girls are.

When I was thirteen, I started growing hairs, down there. Now as much as I like the idea of getting older and being a teenager, having hairs just doesn’t work well for the show I put on in my bedroom at night. So I start shaving my pubes off with mom’s razor. She always leaves it right there by the tub, so it’s easy for me to make a swipe here and there to keep any hair from growing around my dick. I think it keeps me looking younger than the teenager that I am. Tony and Gino think it does too, although they just think my hair hasn’t started growing yet. Both of them have pubes. And lots of them.

Tony and Gino are less than a year apart. Their mom must have gotten pregnant as soon as Tony was born, to have Gino just ten months after Tony. But because they’re so close in age, they actually look and act like twins. I met both brothers just a year after I moved into the apartment, at the bus stop, waiting on the school bus. Tony and me were both nine at the time and ended up in the same fourth grade class. Gino was in third grade. We soon became friends and as the years went by, we remained in the apartment complex, when everyone else left, so we became the best of friends. I would sleepover at their house and they would sleepover at mine. They would see me naked a lot but I never saw either of them naked. They were and still are very shy and modest about their bodies. The strange thing is, that they don’t even see each other naked, even though they have always shared a bedroom. Like me, their parents have a two bedroom apartment, so the brothers share a bedroom. I didn’t get to see Tony naked until we started Middle School and we had the same PE class. I saw him in the showers. It was obvious he was very uncomfortable being naked in front of the other boys and even in front of me. He took the quickest shower of all of us. That first year of Middle School was the only time we had the same PE class. We’re in High School now and we still don’t share a PE class. So I haven’t seen Tony naked since he started puberty. As for Gino, with him being a year behind me, I’ve never shared a PE class with him and haven’t ever seen him naked.

My first year in High School started off great. I love school. I’ve always loved school. I guess most people would call me a nerd. Some actually do, even to my face. That doesn’t bother me much, because it’s true. I do get the weirdest looks and comments in the boys showers after PE because I’m keeping my pubes shaved off. Boys are saying I look like an eleven year old. The thing is, they are looking, which is exciting to me. That’s how I know I’m an exhibitionist. It’s got nothing at all to do with sex, it’s all about the thrill of being seen naked.

Then Covid hit. Everything changed. My school was open, and then closed and then reopened and then closed again. When it’s closed I have to do e-learning. That’s doing school at home on a tablet. It really sucks. At first I did it in my underpants. But then they made it so we had to zoom on the tablet so the teacher and the rest of the class could see us. Lots of kids did it in their PJ’s and I did it in my underpants and a tee shirt. I got a real thrill out of that. But then the school insisted that we all had to be completely dressed in school clothes. That ruined it for everyone. The only up side to e-learning is that by noon, we’re done. The bad side is that Tony and Gino have to stay home until their parents get home from work. My parents are okay with me going out as long as I keep my distance and wear a mask.

So this is what I begin doing after lunch. I wander around the city and especially the different apartment complexes. What I discover is that kids, once they’re done with e-learning, go outside and hang out with the same friends they would have been with in school. So for us, it doesn’t make any sense for us to not be in school, but then whoever thought anything adults do makes sense. The upside of this, is that I get to go out and check out the other kids around my community and since I’m wearing a mask they have no idea of who I am. I test this out by approaching some kids from school, that I know for sure know me, but they don’t recognize me. This new information hatches into an idea. That idea formulates into a plan. That plan becomes an action.

So, one day, I put a laundry bag in one of my shorts pockets and two masks in the other pocket. Then I go for my walk. It doesn’t take long before I come up on a group of kids hanging out. There are four girls and two boys. By looking at them I suspect them to be all Middle School kids. I find a nice spot away from them, where I’m out of sight and take my tee shirt off. I roll it up nice and tight and slip it into the laundry bag. I pull out both masks from my pocket and first put on the black Covid one that covers my nose and mouth. Then I put on the Halloween black Zorro mask that covers my eyes. Lastly, I look around to make sure no one can see me. I then slip off my knee length shorts, and roll them up tight and put them into the bag. I’m not wearing underpants so now I’m naked except for my sneakers. I roll the laundry bag up really tight, slipping the draw string over my wrist and clenching the bag between my fingers so I can’t accidently drop it. After taking a deep breath, I take off running towards the group of Middle School kids.

They spot me coming towards them about half way there. I can see the shock and awe in their eyes as I approach them. When I get within the social distancing requirement, I dance for them, with my bald pecker doing it’s own dance. The kids laugh, cheer and are having a great time seeing me naked dancing for them. Then I take off at a run away from them, finding shelter once again that is out of sight and quickly get dressed. After I have my clothes back on, I step out and walk casually down the sidewalk back towards the way the kids were. They come running toward me, only stopping long enough to ask if I saw a naked kid run by. I point them in another direction before they take off trying to catch up to the Covid Streaker. My test run is a success. I was able to streak in front of them, and later walk right by them and none of them recognized me as the boy they saw naked.

I walk home all excited and have an awesome wank while re-imagining what I just did. Later that afternoon, hanging out with Tony and Gino, one of the boys that was in the group that saw me naked walks past us and stops to talk. He tells us about the naked streaker that he and his friends saw. Tony and Gino are all excited about the news and the three of us talk about the possibility of us seeing this streaker. I never disclose that I’m the streaker. Later that night as I’m getting ready to take my shower, and strip off in my goldfish bowl of a lighted bedroom in front of whoever is outside watching me, I keep my briefs on. When I return after my shower, I’m still wearing my briefs. From that day forward, I make sure to never be naked in my room again. I don’t want anyone to be able to compare me naked to the naked stripper. Since I’m fourteen, people will assume I have pubes and look like a normal fourteen year old naked. I already know from comments at school, I look like an eleven year old when naked, without any pubes. So it should be easy to keep the two identities separate as long as I never streak in front of any boys that’s seen me in PE class. Since school is closed, no one is seeing anyone in PE class right now.

So each day, once my e-learning is done and I’ve eaten lunch, I put on long flashy shorts and a bright colored tee shirt. I make sure I look like the nerd everyone knows that I am. I put the small laundry bag in one pocket and the two masks in the other and set out to find my next target. With so many different apartment complexes around and since they change out families so often, I can make sure to never streak in front of the same kids more than once. I have so much fun stripping naked, donning the masks and go running around stark naked, well except for my sneakers, in front of groups of kids all over the community. It’s not long before word of the streaker boy is everywhere. One small problem does arise. I haven’t streaked in my own apartment complex, out of fear of being discovered. The problem lies in that if I streak everywhere but here, then people might get the idea, that I live here. Which is the truth, but I don’t want others to discover that.

Today is the last day of e-learning and then summer vacation begins. It’s been so weird doing school this way, but the school board has already said they are promoting everyone to the next grade because of Covid. They don’t want us kids falling behind. So it’s not all bad. I make the decision since this is my last day being able to streak, because once summer break’s here, I’ll be hanging out with Tony and Gino all day, that today, I’ll streak right here in my complex. It should be safe, since none of the kids that lived here when I did naked shows in my room, still live here. The kids that live here now, if they’ve been peeping in my window at night, are all new kids, who’ve only seen me in my underpants.

As soon as lunch is over, I take off for a nice quiet spot in my complex to strip off in. Once naked, except for sneakers and double masks, I walk around my complex listening and looking for kids. It’s not long before I find some and run right at them. Their excitement at seeing me naked is almost as great as my own excitement at showing them. I spend more time in front of these kids. I’ve seen them before of course since they live in the same building complex as me. There are two boys that are still in grade school. Second and fourth graders, I believe. There is one boy in middle school. I’m pretty sure he’s in seventh grade. There are four middle school girls, all in seventh and eight grades. It’s really fun running around and dancing for the kids. They are cheering for me to wiggle my butt and play with my pecker. I do give my pecker a couple of pulls just to get them even more excited, before I take off at a run to get away from them. Unfortunately for me, they come running after me, which is making it difficult for me to get back to my hiding place. They are also making a lot of commotion, which can bring unwanted observations. I usually stay behind the apartments but this time I have to make a quick turn between buildings, out across the parking lot and I duck down behind some parked cars. The kids round the corner of the apartment building and not seeing me, take off in the wrong direction, so I double back between the buildings and make my way to a concealed area close to Tony and Gino’s building. No one is close behind me, so I duck into some bushes and get dressed quickly before stepping out and walk back to my building.

That one was very close. It teaches me to never stay long in front of people, because it gives them time to make plans about catching me and discovering who I am behind the masks. I stay in my apartment until my parents get home from work, before going to look for Tony and Gino to hang out with until dinner. I find them talking with three girls, all of which I danced naked in front of earlier. I walk right up to them and join the conversation.

Girl 1: “It was so awesome. This little boy was starkers. I mean his little wiener was swinging in front of him wildly.

Gino: “You have any idea who it was?”

Girl 2: “We don’t know. I thought I knew all the little boys around here, but I can’t place this one.”

Tony looks right at me when he asks the girls his question.

Tony: “How old do you think he is?”

Girl: 3: “He can’t be more than eleven, but probably only nine or ten.”

Girl: 1: “Yes. I say ten. His wiener was definitely a little boy wiener.”

Gino: “What color hair did he have?”

Girl 2: “His hair was the same color as Eugene’s but much shorter than his.”

Girl 3: “Ya and he was only half as tall as Eugene.”

I’m finding it funny how people see what they want to see, and not what is really in front of them. I actually never thought about wearing a hat to cover my hair. That could have been a dead giveaway, but obviously these girls didn’t see it. I decide if I ever do this again, I need to get a ski mask. One of those knit hats that covers your whole head with only eye and mouth holes. Then with wearing a Covid mask, all that anyone will see would be my eyes.

Tony: “So Eugene, what do you think?”

I’m lost in my own thoughts and don’t know where the conversation has moved on to. I notice the girls have moved on as well.

Me: “About what?”

Tony: “About this Covid Streaker Boy. Do you think he’s in Middle School or Elementary school?”

Both Tony and Gino are staring at me with huge grins on their faces. What’s with that?”

Me: “Don’t know really. I’ve never seen him.”

Gino: “From how the girls described his pecker, he must be really young.”

Me: “Maybe. I don’t know.”

Tony: “Really Eugene? You don’t know who the Covid Streaker is?”

Me: “No! Of course not.”

Gino: “We do. We know who he is and he isn’t in Elementary or Middle School.”

Uh Oh! Hmm. Do they really know it’s me, or are they just guessing.

Me: “How do you know. Did he streak in front of you? Did you see him?”

Tony: “Sort of. Just not out here. But he’s streaked in front of us in other places enough times, that we’d recognize him naked any where.”

Gino: “And we just happened to be looking out our window and seen the Covid Streaker run by, then a few minutes later we saw him walk by fully dressed.”

Oh my! They saw me. They know. How in the world am I going to explain this? Deny! Deny! Deny!

I look at them and they are both grinning at me mischievously.

Me: “Cool. You know who he is. Maybe we should go surprise him. What do you think?”

Tony: “Sure. Let’s go to your place and we’ll surprise him.”

Me: “My place? I don’t understand.”

Gino: “You will.”

Me: “Okay. Then lets go.”

We take off to my place. The entire walk there I’m worried about just what these two guys have in mind.

Me: “Hey Mom. We’re going to my room to hang out.”

Mom: “Okay dear.”

Tony: “Eugene. Go ahead and get comfortable, while we find the Covid Streaker for you.”

Gino: “Yep. It might take a bit to find him, so no reason you have to sit around in your clothes. We both know how much you like being naked.”

Okay. They’re playing a game with me. They don’t know anything at all. They’re just trying to find out if I know something. So, I’ll play along with their game. It can’t hurt anything and since I like being naked, it’s going to be fun. I kick off my sneakers and then pull my bright orange tee shirt up over my head and off. I unsnap my blue and red plaid Bermuda shorts and let them drop to my feet before stepping out of them.

Gino: “So Eugene. You went commando today. That would make for a quick stripping and redressing, don’t you think so Tony?”

Both Gino and Tony grin at me.

Tony: “Yep. If I were the Covid Streaker, that’s what I’d do.”

Gino picks up my shorts off the floor and checks out my pockets.

Gino: “Oh! Eugene, here’s your Covid mask. Why don’t you put it on.”

I’m still not sure what they’re getting at, but I play along and put the mask on.

Gino: “Oh! Look what else is in your pocket. This looks like another mask. Here Eugene put this on too.”
Oh! My! I forgot that mask was still in my pocket. No help for it now. I put the mask on.

Tony: “Okay. Follow me.”

Tony leads me out of my bedroom, still naked. We go across the hall into the bathroom and shut the door.

Tony: “Look in the mirror.”

I look at myself in our full length mirror and of course what I see is the Covid Streaker, but they don’t know that.

Gino: “Now look at my phone.”

I look at Gino’s cell phone and sure enough it’s a photo of the Covid Streaker and it looks exactly like my image in the mirror.

Tony: “So Eugene. Let me introduce you to the Covid Streaker.”

All three of us stare at me in the mirror and both Tony and Gino are laughing hysterically.

Me: “Okay. You guys got me. I knew I shouldn’t have streaked in this complex.”

Tony: “Why did you? You should have known someone was going to recognize you here.”

Me: “I wasn’t supposed to go anywhere near your building, but I sort of got trapped and needed a safe place to switch back. Who would have known you would be looking out your window at that time.”

Gino: “We wouldn’t have, except we heard kids yelling ‘catch him’ so we wanted to see what was going on.”

Tony: “You know Covid Streaker, you really do look like a fifth or sixth grader in that mask and not having any pubes.”

Gino: “Ya. Those girls were positive you were a little boy instead of a teenager.”

Me: “That’s the whole idea. Let everyone look for a little boy and leave me alone.”

We all laugh as we make our way back to my room.

Me: “So guys. Now that you know, when are you going to join me in the fun?”

Tony: “Never.”

Gino: “Ya. I’m not running around naked.”

Me: “Are you guys saying you’re chicken to do it?”

Gino: “NO! I’m not chicken to do anything.”

Tony: “Me either. I just don’t want people seeing me naked.”

Me: “I’m thinking you’re both chicken.”

Tony: “No we ain’t.”

Me: “Then take your clothes off. Right now.”

Gino: “I don’t want to. You’ve seen us naked before.”

Tony: “Ya. You’ve seen me in the showers at school.”

Me: That ain’t really true. I ain’t never seen, you naked.”

I point to Gino.

Me: “And I ain’t seen you naked since our first year in Middle School.”

I point to Tony.

Me: “So guys, if you ain’t chicken then strip. Show me what you got.”

Gino: “Oh! It’s getting late. Mom don’t want us being late for dinner.”

Tony: “Ya. We need to be going.”

Me: “BWAK! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! BWAK! Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! BWAK!”

My friends open the door to leave so I slip on some underpants and follow them to our front door and watch them leave.

Me: “BWAK! Bwa! Bwa! Bwa! BWAK! Bwa! Bwa! Bwa! BWAK!”

Mom: “What’s that all about?”

Me: “They’re just being silly chickens.”

The next morning Summer Vacation is officially here. No school now for at least the next three months. We have all summer to have fun and enjoy life, without adults around or rules to follow. No sooner than my parents leave for work, the phone rings and it’s Tony asking me to come over. I resist the urge to cluck like a chicken into the phone, but I so want to. For those two guys to be that modest and shy about their bodies, just ain’t normal for a boy.

When I get to their apartment, I’m shocked out of my skin. The door opens if by magic, and when I step inside I understand why. Gino is behind the door, stark naked with his hairy dick right out in the open. As soon as the door closes, Tony steps out and is totally naked also. Tony has the exact same amount of pubes as Gino and their dicks are the same size even though Tony is a year older than Gino.

Me: “WOW guys! You’re really naked.”

Gino: “Ya. But you’re not. What gives, chicken!”

I waste no time stripping off my clothes and toss them on a chair in the family room. Now all three of us are starkers for the first time together. Now since they have hairs, they both look older than me, when actually I’m the oldest. I’m only older than Tony by two months, but I’m still older than him, and yet with no pubes, I look so much younger.

Me: “So, why the change of heart guys?”

Tony: “You called us chickens and you were right. We have been chicken about getting naked with you.”

Gino: “It’s just you’re so free and open about being naked and in our family we don’t do that. We aren’t even allowed to walk around in our underpants. Mom tells us, that boys should be covered when around people.”

Me: “Well, you sure are naked now. I bet your mom would freak out for sure.”

Tony: “Oh ya. And dad would lay the strap to us.”

Me: “Ouch!”

Gino: “Ya. That strap hurts like heck. You wanna see?”

Gino runs to his parents bedroom and comes back carrying a wicked looking strap.

Gino: “Bend over.”

Me: “Nah! I’ll take your word for it.”

Tony: “Who’s the chicken now? Bwak, Bwak, Bwak.”

Me: “Not me.”
I bend over and grab my ankles as Gino whacks my bare bottom with the strap three times.

Me: “Ouch! Oweee! Stop! Stop!”

Gino stops and I stand back up rubbing my sore behind.

Me: “That thing hurts like heck.”

Tony: “Yep. And with just three whacks your butt is already turning pink.”

Me: “Let me see. I can’t turn around enough to see it.”

Gino: “Come with me.”

Gino leads me to his parents bedroom where I can see my rear end in his parent’s mirror.

Me: “WOW! It is pink. I can only imagine what it would look like after a full blown spanking.”

Tony: “Deep red for sure. Trust me. I know.”

Me: “Oh I trust you. I don’t need a tryout.”

Gino: “Why? You chicken?”

Me: “No! But I don’t want to go streaking and have a red butt.”

Tony: “So, you’re going to do it again?”

Me: “Of course. I just gotta think of a way to hide my hair. Those girls were using it to try and identify me.”

Tony: “Ya! Your hair is a dead giveaway. If they hadn’t thought you were ten years old, then they could have known who you were for sure.”

Me: “Ya. I was thinking about maybe a ski mask, but then I’d look more like a gang member instead of a streaker. Just a regular hat could be recognized. I need something that no one could connect to me and still hide my hair color.”

Gino: “To bad your mom doesn’t wear wigs like our mom.”

Gino points to his mom’s wig sitting on a head statue thing.

Tony: “Here try it on.”

I put the wig on and look at myself in the mirror.
Tony: “Ya. That’s perfect. You look like a girl with a dick.”

We all laugh. As we’re laughing I get an idea.

Me: “You know. They have wigs at the party store in all different colors.”

Gino: “That’s an awesome idea. We could all get one, each a different color to play around with.”

Tony: “Ya. That sounds like fun. Let’s get dressed and go see what they got.”

We dress and ride our bikes to the party store. Not only do we find wigs in lots of different colors, but eye masks to match them. They even have Covid masks to match. I get the whole thing in purple. Gino gets his matching ensemble in green and Tony gets his in blue. We race back to Tony and Gino’s apartment to try on our disguises.

It’s a race to get naked and of course I win, because I’m not wearing underpants or socks, so I don’t have as many things to take off. Once we all have our wigs, Covid masks and eye masks on, we stare at each other and laugh our heads off. We look really strange.

Gino: “WOW! No one would ever know it’s me wearing this.”

Tony: “Ya, I don’t recognize you and we’re brothers.”

Me: “You both still got all that really black pubic hair showing. Not many boys around here got that black of hair, like you too.”

Tony: “That’s true, but no one else is going to see us like this any way.”

Gino: “Eugene. If we didn’t have our hairs, do you think we would look as young as you?”

Me: “Maybe. We’d probably look like brothers.”

Tony: “No way Gino. I ain’t shaving my hairs off.”

Me: “Why not. They’ll grow back before school starts back up.”

Gino: “Ya Tony. They’ll grow back before anyone sees we’re hairless.”

Tony: “Go ahead Gino, if you want to, but I’m not doing it.”

Gino: “Well, I am.”

We go to the bathroom where Gino finds his dad’s electric razor and shaves off his pubes. Then he stands next to me and Tony is flabbergasted.
Tony: “Oh WOW! You two look like twins. I mean with the masks on, there’s no way to tell which is which, unless you know who’s wearing what color.”

Gino: “Come on Tony. Your turn. Then we can be triplets.”

Tony: “I guess you guys are right. They’ll grow back before school starts. Okay. Hand me the razor.”

Once Tony is bald down there too, we do look like triplets. We take the masks off and let Tony take a selfie of us and sure enough in the photo we all look more like ten year olds, than teenagers. We spend the next hour just running around naked and having fun. I can tell that both Tony and Gino are having the most fun they’ve ever had in their lives. There’s just something special about the freedom of being naked that can’t be explained.

Me: “So now you guys are ready to go streaking with me. We can be the three naked amigos.”

Tony: “No way! I’m not ever going naked outside. This is good enough for me.”

Gino: “Ya. I think Tony’s right. This is a lot of fun, but I don’t know about letting other people see me naked?”

I see a crack in what Gino said. If I can break Gino, then maybe the two of us can break Tony.

Me: “You know Gino. No one will know it’s you, so you can be as silly as you want in front of them, and get away with it.”

Gino: “Ya. I never thought about that, but still I’d be naked. It’s all I can do to let you see me naked.”

I know that I can play the chicken card again, but I really don’t want to abuse it. I’ll need it for other things, and using it too much can make my friends turn into enemies. I for sure don’t want to do that.

Tony: “But we can go watch you streak.”

Gino: “Ya, I want to see you doing it.”

Me: “I’ll tell you what. All three of us can go prepared to streak, but I’ll be the only one doing it at first. Then if you want to try it with me you’ll be ready to do it.”

Gino: “Oh! Okay. So how do we prepare?”

Me: “First. Put sneakers on without any socks. Then find shorts that go on easy over the sneakers. That way you can take them off and pull them back on fast. Then find a tee shirt, that stands out. Something bright and colorful, so people will look at it, and not at you.”
Tony: “So, is that why you’re wearing those ‘Gosh Awful’ plaid shorts and neon orange tee shirt?”

Me: “Yep. You’re looking at my clothes and not at me right?”

Gino: “For sure. Who can’t stop looking at that outfit.”

Me: “That’s the point. When people see me, they’ll remember seeing me walking around in this outfit. So after they see the streaker and then see me again, they won’t make the connection that we are the same person.”

Tony: “Makes sense, I guess.”

Both boys find colorful shorts and tee shirts to wear.

Gino: “It feels naughty not wearing underpants. My dick is rubbing the front of my shorts giving me a boner.”

Me: “Ya, it did that to me at first. You’ll get used to it after a few times.”

Me: “Go get your laundry bags that you use for your PE kits. I like these because they’re small. They got a strap on them to hold onto and they roll up small enough to fit into my pocket.”

Tony: “Okay we got them.”

Me: “Now put your wig in it and roll it up tight and put it in your pocket.”

Gino: “Oh! So this is why you told me not to get the long hair wig.”

Me: “Yep. We only need a big enough wig to cover our real hair. Being small, it fits in our pocket, without making a bulge.”

Tony: “Makes sense.”

Me: “Now put both streaking masks in your other pocket.”

Gino: “Wow! I can’t tell you got any of that stuff on you.”

Me: “That’s the point. Now before we go outside, lets do a practice.”

Tony: “I don’t need to do any practice, because I ain’t getting naked outside.”

Gino: “Come on, Tony. At least give it a try in here.”

Tony: “Okay. Only in here. Not out there.”
Me: “So first we walk around where we’re going to streak. Then we find some out of the way place, that no one goes. Those places will be where we strip naked and afterward get dressed again. So let’s use this corner of your dad’s den as our hideout.”

Gino: “Okay!”

Tony: “I guess.”

Me: “Now slip off your tee shirt first...very good. Now pull out your laundry bag and wrap the strap around your wrist...good. Pull the wig out and put it on. Put your tee shirt in the bag...very good. Now pull out your masks and put them on...very good. Now pull your shorts off and stuff them in the bag. Very good, now we are naked, but we need to roll our bags up really tight so we can carry them in our hands without people seeing them.”

Gino: “Why are we going to carry the bag?”

Me: “Do you want to get cut off from your clothes after you streak and not be able to get dressed again?”

Gino: “NO!”

Me: “That’s why I put my clothes in the bag, roll it up really tight and keep it in my hand. I also keep the strap twisted around my wrist, so if I let go for any reason, I don’t lose the bag with my clothes in it.”

Tony: “Smart thinking. I wouldn’t have thought about that.”

Me: “Now that we’re naked and masked, we can run to the family room and surprise the kids by streaking in front of them.”

We take off at a run to the family room and run in circles, dancing about and playing with our willies.

Gino: “This is a lot of fun. Is it like this when you do it for real?”

Me: “It’s much better. Okay now for our escape. This time take off in another direction to one of the other hiding spots you found earlier, and get redressed.”

We take off to the kitchen.

Me: “Now do everything in reverse to get dressed again. Pull out your shorts and put them on. Take off your masks and put them in your pocket. Pull off the wig and put it in the bag, while pulling out your tee shirt to put back on. Roll the bag up tight and put in your pocket and you are ready to step out and walk around as if nothing happened. If someone comes up to you and asks about seeing naked people, just say no, they must have went another way.”
Tony: “I’m surprised how fast it is to get redressed.”

Gino: “Me too. It took longer to strip than it did to put everything back on.”

Me: “That’s the whole point. That’s why we don’t wear underwear or socks or even belts. We don’t want anything to slow us down getting dressed, because people will be looking for us, so we have to change back to us, really fast.”

Gino: “I can’t get over just how easy this is. You’re a genius Eugene for figuring this all out.”

Me: “So does this mean you want to give it a try?”

Gino: “Maybe. I’m still not sure if I can do it for real. I mean, I’d be naked outside. People will see me. That’s just freaky. But maybe. I don’t know.”

Tony: “Well. I know. I’m not doing it. That’s final! But I’ll watch you two.”

Me: “Fair enough. Then lets go find some targets. I want to get far away from here though, so no one will accidently figure out it’s us. That was my mistake last time and you guys figured it out that it was me.”

We walk two miles before settling in on an apartment complex that I haven’t streaked at before. We find three nice hiding places that are easy to get to and have more than one way in and out of them. There is also a large group of kids hanging around the common playground area. Most are Middle School age, but there are a couple High School girls and a few Grade School boys tagging along with older siblings. In all there are about a dozen or so kids spread out over the playground.

I watch as Tony and Gino walk over to the playground and start talking to the High School girls. I give them time to get comfortable before I strip naked and don my wig and masks. I look around and no one is around me so I take off at a run straight to the playground. I circle it two times before running right into the middle of it and dance in front of Tony, Gino, the girls and a young boy of about eight. Once I’ve put on a good show for them, I take off and run to a different hiding place and change back into my clothes. Once dressed, I walk away from this complex and wait for Tony and Gino to catch up to me at a convenience store, where we get snacks.

Tony: “That was freaking awesome dude. The girls saw you and swore you were only ten years old and pranking them personally. They think you’re one of their boyfriends little brothers.”

Gino: “That was so cool. All the kids around there were freaking over you and loving it. I gotta do it now. I’m scared to death, but I know, I just gotta do it.”

Me: “What about you, Tony?”

Tony: “Nah. It was super cool and everything, but I just can’t do it. Letting people see me naked. I can’t do that.”

Me: “Okay. I know that you’re really scared about being seen naked. It’s okay. We can go look for another place and Gino and me can do it there and you can watch us.”

We take off walking ten blocks away to find another promising complex with kids hanging out in the common area. These are mostly Middle School and Elementary School kids. They are split half and half between girls and boys. Tony walks on over to hang out so he can watch the show while Gino and I find good hiding places to strip off and later to put our clothes back on. Once we find the perfect place we begin the transformation from regular boys to Covid Streakers.

Gino: “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”

I can see the excitement building on Gino’s face. His eyes are sparkling. Gino just removed his tee shirt and is putting on the wig as he stows his shirt in the bag. He pulls out his masks and puts them on, leaving just the final step, before he shows everyone his weenie.

Gino: “I don’t know Eugene? I’m really scared, now that it’s time to take my shorts off. I mean, gosh, I’ll be naked right out here in the open.”

Me: “Gino. That’s what makes this so much fun. I’m just as scared as you are. But it’s so exciting I know I’ll do it any way.”

Gino: “You’re scared. But you’ve done this lots of times.”

Me: “Ya, and I’m always scared every time I get naked. So lets drop our shorts together.”

Gino: “Okay.”

We do. We step out of our shorts and put them in our bags and get ready to go show off. I can tell how scared Gino is, because he’s shaking like a leaf in the wind. But he did it. He’s standing here totally naked except for his sneakers, masks and wig.

Me: “Okay. Let’s go do this.”

We take off at a run toward the kids who don’t spot us until we’re right on top of them and they go wild. As I run around, I watch Gino running and jumping and he even stops to play with his wiener right in front of some girls. Then I run past him and he follows me as we run away, leaving the kids in shock. We make it to the other hiding place and quickly get dressed, before walking away from the complex.

It seems to take a long time before Tony catches up to us.

Me: “Where have you been?”
Tony: “I was watching two little boys that stripped naked and wouldn’t put their clothes back on, no matter how much their sister told them to get dressed. She actually had to slap them on their naked bottoms before they put their clothes back on. That was probably a better show than you guys put on. Those boys saw you and now want to streak just like you two. Now, your show was awesome. Really Gino! You played with your dick right in front of those girls.”

Gino: “I had to. One of them was Rachel. She’s in some of my classes at school and I sort of like her. I just hope she didn’t recognize me.”

Tony: “No worry there bro. They all think you’re kids from one of the Elementary Schools. I heard lots of the boys trying to guess which boy from their school you are.”

Tony: “So how was it Gino?”

Gino: “It was awesome. You gotta try it, Tony. At least once. Then if you don’t like it, then never do it again, but I bet you’ll like it. I know, I so want to do it again.”

Me: “Yep. The first time I did it, I was so scared, that I thought I’d be sick. But once I did it, I was hooked. I can’t get enough of it now.”

Gino: “Ya. When I got naked, I was shaking so bad I thought I’d fall over. But once I started running, I felt so free and it was so exciting that I just wanted to play naked in front of all of them.”

Tony: “You did too. I mean you danced naked and played with your dick in front of those girls. I couldn’t believe you were doing that.”

Gino: “It’s like it isn’t really me. I became the naked Streaker and wasn’t Gino Russo any longer.”

Tony: “I don’t think I could ever forget who I am.”

Gino: “There’s one way to find out.”

Tony: “Nah. I don’t think I’m ready for anything like that.”

Gino: “Bwak, Ba Ba Ba Bwak!”

Tony: “That’s not fair.”

Gino: “Bwak Bwak Bwak!”

Tony: “Okay! Okay. I’ll do it once, just for you. But only one time.”

I watch the brothers challenge each other and I can only smile. Tony lost as soon as his little brother streaked. I knew Gino would love it. He was hooked before he did it. Now all we need to do is make sure Tony gets hooked too. So we go searching for yet another place for the Covid Streakers to strut their stuff. We circle around the city, working our way back towards our own complex, when we come upon a playground with small kids playing and over to the side are a dozen Middle School boys playing soccer. Most of them are only wearing shorts and sneakers, and some are even barefoot, so they’re really close to streaking themselves. There are a half dozen girls watching them, which is why the boys are so close to being undressed. They’re trying to impress the girls. But unlike an apartment complex, this place doesn’t have buildings to take cover between, so we have to improvise with groups of bushes here and there.

Gino: “Wow. Look at all the kids. This place is perfect.”

Tony: “This place does have the biggest group yet. So lots of kids will see you naked.”

Gino: “See us naked.”

Tony: “Oh. Right. See us naked.”

Me: “I don’t know guys. There aren’t very many hiding places. We can use any of these clumps of bushes to strip off, but there’s no way we can use them to get dressed again, because once the kids see us, they are going to watch were we go so they would see us duck into the bushes and come after us.”

Gino: “Oh! I never thought about that.”

Me: The only place I can see to get dressed afterward would be down this alley here. Take a look. If we run around that big clump of bushes and behind this fence, we ought to be out of sight long enough to duck into this alley and then find a place to hide to get dressed again. But it’ll be really tricky. We would have to make sure they don’t come after us and cut us off from our only way of escape.”

Gino: “Ya. I see what you mean. Maybe this ain’t the best place to do it.”

Tony: “Guys. If we don’t do it here, then I’m not going to do it. I really don’t wanna do it any way, but right now I got my courage up to try it, but that ain’t going to last long. Besides, look at those girls. It would be awesome to shake my dick at them.”

Me: “Okay. It’ll be tricky, but we can do it. You just gotta run fast and follow me when I break off from the kids to go hide.”

Gino: “We can do it. This is going to be so much fun.”

We slip into a huge bunch of bushes. We are close enough to the kids that we’re going to streak in front of to hear them talking, which is a little unnerving when you are stripping naked out in public. Both Gino and me are naked but Tony is still hesitating about pulling his shorts off.
Tony: “Guys. I just can’t do this.”

Gino: “Come on bro. It’s just like we practiced at home. Just take your shorts off, put them in your bag and lets go have some fun. You know you want to show off your dick to those girls.”

Me: “It’s okay, Tony. If you’re too scared to do it, then put your clothes back on and Gino and me will go have fun and you can watch.”

Tony: “No! I said I’ll do it. So, I’ll do it. I just got to get my nerve up is all.”

Just then two little boys walk past our bushes heading to the playground. All three of us freeze. They are so close we could reach out through the bushes and touch them. Lucky for us, they don’t know we’re in here, so they never look our way.

Tony: “Oh that was close.”

Me: “Ya. That’s why we can’t just hang out here, like this. So you gotta make a decision Tony.”

Tony pulls his shorts down and off and to both Gino and my surprise he has a full on boner.

Gino: “Ah! So that’s the real reason you didn’t want to get naked.”

Tony: “Ya. It’s so embarrassing. I almost got it down, but when those boys walked by, it popped right back up again.”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. Just means you’re even more excited about this than us. So get your shorts in your bag and let’s do this.”

We take off at a run. We circle the playground equipment so all the little boys and girls can see us. As we are doing this the soccer boys see us and stop playing soccer. We run to them and dance naked in front of them. The girls are going crazy and the boys are all cheering us on. They are especially cheering Tony on, because his boner is flapping back and forth with every movement he makes. He stands right in front of the girls and wags his boner back and forth. That’s when I tap both Gino and Tony on the shoulder and take off towards the bushes we stripped from. They follow me at a run. Unfortunately so do the soccer boys. They’re a ways behind us, but not far enough for us to make a clean get-a-way. We have to gain some ground, before trying to ditch them.

So I turn and run directly through the playground with all the little kids screaming. The soccer players follow us. My plan works, the little kids get in the way of the soccer boys slowing them down by a few steps. That’s when I cut through the bushes we stripped in and then out the other side. I know the soccer boys saw us enter, but they can’t see from their angle that we went straight through them. Once out of the bushes, I cut behind the fence and towards the alley.

Soccer boys: “Surround the bushes so they can’t get out.”
I know that ruse won’t slow them down for long. They’ll soon discover we aren’t in the bushes. We cut down the alley and I find a narrow opening into a yard, so we squeeze through it and hide between the privacy fence and these people’s garage. The good thing is we can’t be seen from the house. The bad thing is, that all we have for protection from the alley is this wooden privacy fence.

Tony: “They’re coming. I can hear them.”

Me: “Sit down and stay quiet.”

We sit bare ass naked on the ground and zip our lips closed. We can here the boys talking. They are searching for us. We should be safe here, because even if they stick their head in to look, there’s garbage cans blocking their view of our hiding place. They stop right on the other side of the fence from us.

Soccer boys talking: “Where could they have gone?”

“I don’t know.”

“Looks like they got away.”

“Ya, but I know who the blue haired boy is.”

Tony almost blurts something out. He’s wearing the blue wig. But I quickly put my hand over his mouth.

“Who is he?”

“Randy Owens.”

“You sure?”

“Heck ya. I’d know his boner anywhere.”

“How’s that.”

“He shows it off every day in the showers after PE. He’s a little pervert. So yes. That’s his tiny hairless boner for sure.”

“Then the other two have to be his best buds.”

“I’ve seen Jesse Walker and Frank Haskins naked in the showers. It could be them. They’re both hairless and their dicks look the same size.”

“Well guys. They’re long gone. We better get back or the girls are going to be gone too.”
“Ya. But that’s okay. Randy got away this time, but I’ll get him good next time I see him.”

“What you gonna do to him, Lance?”

“Strip the little pervert naked and tie him to the monkey bars for all the kids to see.”

“Awesome. What about his friends?”

They walk away out of earshot, so I we don’t hear the rest of their conversation. I look over at Gino and Tony and both boys have huge smiles on their faces.

Tony: “That was so awesome. I thought sure we were going to get caught.”

Me: “It came close.”

Gino: “Ya and that Lance kid would have tied us to the monkey bars naked.”

Tony: “Ya. I heard. He thought I was a kid he knows. That was scary until he told the kids name. Then I felt strange.”

Me: “What kind of strange?”

Tony: “Like disappointed. Like I wanted him to tie me to the monkey bars and let everyone see me naked. Ain’t that weird?”

Gino: “For you it’s beyond weird.”

Tony: “Ya, I know. But like now. We’re still naked and I ain’t in any hurry to get dressed. Weird.”

Me: “I think you’re hooked Tony. You discovered the adrenaline rush of streaking and now it’s like a drug. You want more and more.”

Tony: “Maybe. I just know, that I want to do this again.”

Me: “Well, we better not do it again today. Three times was risky and this last time, was really risky.”

Gino: “Ya, for sure.”

Tony: “That’s okay. I had so much fun today, I think I can rest for a day or two. But I want to do it again soon.”

We get dressed and walk back home. We go by the other places we streaked to see what was happening and there were kids still hanging around talking about the Covid Streakers running naked in front of them. The more we listen the more we realize that kids love us streaking. We also realize, none of them have any idea of who we are. They can’t even figure out that we are teenagers. They all think we’re preteens, which is really good for us. We do make the decision never to streak in our own complex though, just to make sure we aren’t recognized.

So all summer long, us Covid Streakers run naked all over the city. We pick out our locations on days we don’t streak, so we can figure out where to strip off and where to get dressed. We, for sure, don’t want a situation like at that one place, that we almost got caught at, to ever happen again. Sometimes, I think Tony would like us to have closer calls. He seems to get off on the scariness of getting caught.

So now you know. If you should see three colorful naked little boys run past you, it’s us. Wave and cheer us on.

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