The Cost of Fitting In

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My name’s Joshua Abdi Edelman. I’m thirteen years old and have just moved to this small town in Connecticut. I think they call it a city, but after you’ve lived in Atlanta, Georgia, this place barely counts as a town. As you can imagine, I don’t really fit in, being half African and half Jewish, at my new whiter than toilet paper middle school. I mean eighth grade is tough enough without being the odd boy out. At least that is how I feel about my situation.

Now as for the other students in my new school, they’ve all been polite and nice to me, especially the girls. It seems I might be the flavor of the month. Girl’s seem to be going out of their way to say “Hi!” and introduce themselves to me. I guess they like light chocolate. Of course I’m enjoying the attention from them, but at the same time, I’m trying to keep my guard up. When kids in Atlanta are being nice to you, especially when they don’t have to, you had better be on-guard. That’s when the shoe will fall and stomp you. But my first three weeks go by without any incidents. So, it doesn’t seem to be all that bad here. I haven’t fit in any place yet. All schools have their clicks, especially private schools, like this one. Thus far, I don’t seem to fit into any of them and no one is making any moves to help me find a fit.

My dad is a corporate lawyer at one of Connecticut’s leading industries. My mom is a family lawyer specializing in juveniles. Dad’s boss gave us three weeks to settle in before having us over for a big dinner party at his mansion. Of course I’m nervous about this, but there’s no way to bow out gracefully.

As soon as we enter the house, I notice right off, that mom and I are the only people of color at the dinner. I feel out of place, yet everyone is being very nice and welcoming us to the company and everything. I meet the other kids and they seem nice enough also. I know many of them from school, even though we haven’t actually talked with each other until now.

After an hour of mingling, we finally sit down to eat. I sit at a table with two other boys and three girls. Thirteen year old Gretchen and twelve year old Hans are the CEO’s kids. Thirteen year old Randal is a vice president’s son. Thirteen year old twins, Francis and Jasmine are the daughters of a different vice president of the company. It’s obvious that Gretchen is in charge of this small group.

Gretchen: “So Joshua. How are you fitting in around here.”

Me: “Please. Call me Josh. Not really fitting in very much.”

Gretchen: “Oh?”

Me: “Well. I guess it just takes time. Looking different than everyone else probably doesn’t help either.”

Randal: “Oh. Don’t give that a thought, Josh. You look awesome. Until now we just thought you had a really good tan. Now we know it’s permanent.”
Me: “Ya. Back in Atlanta, I was too light and here I might be too dark.”

Now the thing about this conversation is that it’s light hearted and we’re all laughing with each other instead of at any one in particular.

Francis: “Oh no! You’re not too dark at all. You’re just right.”

Jasmine: “Oh ya. Now that we know you’re part African American, it opens all kinds of possibilities we want to explore.”

Gretchen: “Jas. Behave yourself. You know that’s just gossip and rumors about black boys and their toys. It’s actually more about their feet.”

I’m totally lost in this conversation. Randal and Hans seem to understand it though and grin at me mischievously.

Me: “Feet? I don’t understand. Oh and by the way. My mom’s not African American. She’s actually African, from Kenya.

Randal: “Really! Cool.”

Hans: “What size shoe do you wear, Josh?”

I look at him confused. What does my foot size have to do with anything?”

Me: “Thirteen and a half, but my feet are still growing. Dad says he might have to buy a shoe store just to keep me in shoes.”

Everyone laughs at my joke. They actually laugh more than my simple joke deserves. All three girls stare at me curiously.

Gretchen: “Josh. Fitting in at school, doesn’t have anything at all to do with your skin color or anything like that. At school, fitting in is all about who you know. Well to be more correct, it’s about who knows you. The thing is, no one knows you.”

Me: “Oh! But how can I get people to know me, if no one talks to me or anything?”

Gretchen: “There is one way. It’s not used much, because it can be embarrassing, but it always works if done properly.”

Hans: “Oh! Oh! I know. You’re talking about the Fitting In Table, aren’t you?”

Gretchen: “Yes. Hans. I’m talking about the Fitting In Table.”

Me: “Fitting In Table? What’s that?”
Gretchen: “Actually. It’s the table you’ve been sitting all by yourself at, during lunch. That’s basically the punishment table. When someone is mean or gets in trouble at school, they have to sit at the Fitting In Table until they make it right.”

Me: “Oh! My! No one told me. People must think I’m really bad or something.”

Jasmine: “Nah! Everyone knows you’re new and just sitting there until you fit in and make friends.”

Francis: “You’ve probably noticed kids staring at you ever so often during lunch? Well. They’re waiting to see when you’re going to introduce yourself.”

Me: “You mean, that’s all it takes is for me to introduce myself to fit in?”

Gretchen: “Yes. But it does get a little more complicated.”

Me: “How’s that? I can tell people who I am. That’s easy.”

Gretchen: “Maybe. But can you do it standing on top of that table completely naked?”

Me: “WHAT?”

I can’t believe I heard her correctly. Naked. At school. In front of everyone? Including teachers? That surely can’t be true.

Hans: “Yep. Naked in front of everyone.”

Me: “No way. You’re pranking me right. Prank the new kid. Yep. You guys are just trying to humiliate the crap out of me at school.”

Gretchen: “No, Josh. We’re being totally honest. So the other kids can get to know you, you’ll have to show them all of you and tell them all about yourself. They want to see you. All of you. Totally naked. Otherwise they won’t know what you’re hiding from them and they won’t trust you.”

Me: “This is way too much. There’s no way, I can go naked in front of everyone. It’ll be too humiliating. I mean they’ll all see my, you know what. There’s no way the teachers would allow it.”

Francis: “The teachers accept it. Actually, when a student gets sent to the Fitting In Table, they have to stand on the table naked to give their apology. It’s the schools way to make sure you are really sorry for what you said or did.”

Gretchen: “It’s true. Some teachers don’t like it and leave when a student stands up to strip off, so they don’t have to see them naked, but most teachers will stay and watch.”
Me: “I’ve never heard of anything like this before. I just can’t believe it’s true. I still think it’s some kind of prank.”

Gretchen: “Well. Think about it. It’s really the only way you’ll ever fit in at school. But it’s up to you if you want to stay a loner and sit by yourself and all.”

By now dinner is over and I get ready to leave. On the way home I have lots to think about. The guys at my last school saw me naked in the showers, but that’s it. If it were just boys, then maybe I could do it, but in front of the whole school. I just can’t see myself ever getting up the courage to let all those girls see my junk. I mean it’s been growing a lot lately. It bones up for no reason at all. I know full well, if I was naked on that table my dick would be bone hard. Even the guys would laugh at me then. Everyone would think I’m a pervert. No. I can’t do this. Sooner or later, I’ll make some friends without having to do this embarrassing thing.

On Monday I go and sit by myself as usual at the Fitting In Table and watch the kids around me. When they see me look they smile at me. I look at Gretchen with her girlfriends and she smiles at me. I look around and find Hans sitting with his friends and he smiles at me. Everyone seems to just be waiting with anticipation for when I perform for them, but I’m not taking the bait. I know this has to be a prank because there’s no way, ever, that a school would allow it. Besides I don’t want everyone seeing me naked. I don’t get naked for no one. Even taking a shower, I get in and right back out as fast as I can, so I’m not naked for very long. No, this isn’t going to happen.

By the end of the week, I begin to wonder about this. Everyone is friendly in the halls and in class. No one has mentioned the introduction thing. It doesn’t seem like anyone actually hates me. I begin thinking maybe this naked introduction thing might be real. But how could it and worst yet, how could I force myself to do it. I’d be humiliated beyond belief. No. I can’t do this. Even if it is for real, there’s no way I can go naked. Not in front of people. No way!

Over the weekend, I sit at home by myself. No one calls. No one visits. I ride my bike around the neighborhood and no one joins me or stops me to talk and I know some kids at my school live around here. But even the kids that don’t go to my school, aren’t becoming friends. I don’t know what to make of this. I really don’t. In Atlanta you might not have any friends but everyone has enemies that bother you. Not here. Here, I’m left to myself.

Monday morning comes and I go to school as usual. As usual everyone is friendly, just no one stays and talks with me. I go to my morning classes as usual. Kids in class glance my way occasionally. A few times my teachers calls on me to answer something and everyone seems to listen intently to my answers. I just don’t know what to make of this place. It has to be the weirdest school in the world.

Lunch time comes and I get my lunch and go sit at my lonely table. Five minutes later another boy comes and sits opposite me. I know him from around school. He’s fourteen year old Kevin Blankenship. We make eye contact for a couple seconds and then he looks down at his food. Neither of us say a word. Ten minutes later, he wiggles around and kicks about under the table. Then he climbs up on top of the table, standing at the other end from me. He’s barefoot. He must have slipped off his sneakers and socks while he was wiggling around. Then to my utter disbelief, he begins stripping off his clothing. First his polo shirt. Then his dress trousers. Then his boxers. He’s standing stark naked with his stubby two inch pecker pointing straight out in front of him. He’s got so much pubic hair that it’s difficult to see his little fat dick. He’s pale white over his entire body, except for his face which is a bright red. I look at his bare feet and he’s barely a size nine. Then it dawns on me what the kids were talking about at that dinner. White skin, small feet, small pecker. So if I have dark skin and huge feet then it must mean that I have a huge pecker? OMG. If I knew they were talking about that at the dinner I would have freaked out. As Kevin stands alone and naked looking out over the crowd of kids, who have stopped eating to stare back at him, his face gets even redder and his pecker swells up until it is standing at attention. It can only be about four inches, at most. It seems these northern white boys have tiny dicks. I can feel my own face burning as I can feel his embarrassment radiate from him.

Kevin: “I want to apologized for what I said and did to Markus this morning in the halls. I was being mean and inconsiderate of his feelings. For those that don’t know what happened. I tripped him, making him fall and spill his books everywhere and then called him a baby, when he started crying. Markus, I want you to know, that I’m very sorry for what I did and I promise never to do it again.”

Kevin stops to take a breath and looks around at everyone again. His naked self is totally on display. His boner is still sticking out. His face is still scarlet red. There is a sadness in his eyes. Then from across the room I see an eleven year old boy who was sitting next to Hans stand up and walk over to us. Markus stands directly in front of Kevin, which brings him eye level with Kevin’s boner. It’s obvious this eleven year old boy hasn’t seen many older boy’s dicks before. Heck if he thinks Kevin’s is huge, he’ll freak out if he ever sees mine. After a couple minutes, Markus looks up at Kevin.

Markus: “I forgive you Kevin. Come down from there and come over to eat with us.”

Kevin does just that. He climbs down off the table where Markus gives him a big hug, squishing their bodies tightly together and then Kevin follows Markus to his table. He only stops long enough to grab his food tray from in front of me and nothing else. He goes there stark naked and sits with the younger boys that way.

I’m in total bewilderment. I’m left alone again, with only Kevin’s discarded clothing to keep me company. I have so much to think about. I now know for a certainty that Gretchen and the others weren’t pranking me. Getting naked and standing on this Fitting In Table is what it’s going to take for me to be accepted. I just don’t think I can do what I just saw Kevin do. I mean every kid and adult in the cafeteria saw him naked and are still getting to see him naked. How long will I have to stay naked if I do this? I don’t know. I’m so scared my knees are shaking and I’m not even doing it. I’m just thinking about it. What are these white kids going to think if they see my dick. I mean, I’m not the biggest boy back in Atlanta, but here I’m going to look huge. Maybe even a freak. Black boys in Atlanta have soft dicks longer than my boner, but if Kevin is what white boys looks like here, then these kids are going to want to put me in the circus and sell tickets. Heck. I’m only thirteen. My dick is still growing. Then how shocked are they going to be, when it bones up? I’m not even going to try and kid myself that it won’t. My dick will go boner probably just thinking about getting naked. Well, unless I’m so scared it stays soft out of fright.

Lunch ends. Kevin returns still naked to collect his clothes.

Kevin: “Sorry for ruining your lunch.”

He spoke to me. This naked boy just spoke to me. I can’t believe it. Finally, I’m having a conversation at school.

Me: “That’s okay. Is this really normal here.”

Kevin: “What? Getting naked and apologizing?”

Me: “Ya.”

Kevin: “Yep. Sure is. I’ve had to do it four times now. I can’t seem to learn my lesson.”

Me: “Ya. My mouth says stuff I shouldn’t too.”

Kevin: “Is that why you’re sitting here? If it is. I suggest you just do it and get it over with. The longer you think about it and fret over it, the harder it’s going to be.”

Me: “Not really. I mean. I’m sitting here because I don’t fit in anywhere. I was told by some kids, that the only way I’ll ever fit in to is do what you did and introduce myself to everyone.”

Kevin: “I don’t know about any of that. I fit in right as soon as I came here. My family have been going here for generations. But what the others said makes sense. If no one knows you, then how could you fit in?”

Kevin finishes dressing as we talk.

Me: “Ya. That’s making more sense now.”

Kevin: “Well. I got to get to class. But if you’re scared about getting naked in front of everyone, my suggestion is tomorrow, just come straight here to this table and begin stripping until you’re naked and then start talking. Don’t think about it. Just do it. If you think about it, you’ll chicken out. All boys do. To try and get ready, you might even practice doing it at home, so it won’t feel as weird. It sounds silly and weird saying it out loud, but it might help.”

Me: “Thanks for the advice. I’ll think about it. Oh. No. I won’t think about it. No. I mean I’ll consider what you said.”
We both leave the cafeteria in opposite directions laughing at my confusion.

The rest of the day, it’s all I can do is to think about. Seeing Kevin strip naked up on that table and letting everyone look at him, has proven to me, that if I want to fit in at this school, I’m going to have to do it. After supper, I go out to the garage, making sure the doors are closed and locked. I practice climbing up on dad’s workbench and then stripping off my clothes until I’m totally naked. Every time I do it, I have a full on boner before my underwear come off. I practice a little speech once I’m naked. It sounds so lame. It’s not as easy as apologizing for something I did wrong. I have to tell people about myself, while I’m naked and they are staring at me. I spot an old mirror in the corner and move it so that when I’m standing on the bench I can see my full self. I’m not sure this is a very good idea once I’m naked and see myself standing there with my huge black boner waving around. I do this over and over again, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. I’m just as nervous now as I was before. I climb down and put the mirror away and get dressed before going back in the house.

Mom: “Abdi. I could here you out in the garage. Is everything okay?”

Mom likes calling me by my middle name because it’s Kenyan derived from Hebrew. It’s the name for me that bridges both of my parents.

Me: “Ya. I have a speech to give tomorrow at school, so I was practicing.”

Mom: “You never had any problems giving speeches at school before.”

Me: “This one is a little more complicated than all the others.”

Mom: “Well. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Once everyone gets a good look at my Abdi, you’ll win them over.”

If mom only knew just how much of a good look at me they’ll all be getting. But she’s right about one thing. I’ll win them over. I’m a nice person, so they’re sure to like me.

I go to bed, still nervous. I don’t sleep all that well. I even wake up early in the morning having a wet dream. I haven’t had one of those in months. Of course the dream was of me being naked in school. After changing my sleep boxers, I go back to sleep.

The next morning after peeing, I get in the shower and perform my normal morning jerk off session. I find it so much easier and cleaner doing it in the shower. No fuss. No mess. Sometimes I think about, if my sperms find a girl fish and get her pregnant, what kind of little merman will it make. Back in my room I dig out my cleanest Hanes briefs. Black of course. Now I know what you’re thinking. I wore boxers to bed. Why briefs now? I learned early on, when sleeping I want as much air around my dick and balls as I can get, so I sleep in boxers. I would sleep naked, except if I do have a wet dream, then my sheets are stained and mom will see. Mom never sees my sleep boxers.

I wear briefs for everyday, because briefs support my dick and balls so they don’t swing around and thus fewer boners. I make sure mom buys my briefs one size to small, so they are snug fitting. It works. I get very few boners at school. I also think snug colored briefs look sexy, especially my black ones, with my soft long dick pulled straight up in front. It makes the perfect bulge. I pull on the dark blue dress slacks and white polo shirt, which are the school uniform, along with a black belt, black socks and black shoes. I look in my mirror and I look good. I make this outfit look real good. With my tanned, light brown skin, wavy coal black hair and dark eyes, everything rocks.

After breakfast, mom drops me off at school on her way to Family Court. I look around the school campus and everyone is dressed like me, but no one rocks this look like I do. Kids are grouping up before school begins. I watch as they just flow towards each other without much effort at all. I want that. I need that in my life. I don’t like being an outsider. Today, I’m determined to achieve that, no matter what it takes or how humiliating it’s going to be. During each class, when my thoughts wonder to what I’m going to do, I quickly wipe it from my mind and focus on the lesson instead. I’m trying to take Kevin’s advice and not think about what I’m going to do, just go and do it.

When the lunch bell rings and everyone heads toward the lunchroom. I make a quick stop at my locker to stash my books and then go to my lonely table in the cafeteria. Kids are lining up to get lunches. Some have already found their seats. I make one last look around and then climb up on the table and stare out at everyone. Kids immediately notice me and stare back. The ones in line move faster to get their lunches and get to their seats. The ones already sitting, move around to get a better view. I try not to think, just act, but it’s difficult to do. I know in my head what comes next and I can feel the fear rising up inside me. Then I discover my first mistake. I look down and I’m still wearing my socks and shoes. I should have taken them off before climbing on the table. Too late now. There’s no graceful way to remove socks and shoes while standing on a table top. I pick one foot up at a time and balance myself on the other foot while pulling my sneaker off, without untying it, which is a big no-no, but in this case, trying to untie them would be a huge mistake. Once my size fourteen sneaker is off, I pull my sock off and stick it in the sneaker before dropping them both down to the table. Yes, dad had to get me new sneakers. I outgrew the others. I perform the same balancing act to get the other shoe and sock off. It actually feels good to be barefoot. I really don’t like new shoes. They’re hot and sweaty. After wiggling my toes for awhile, I look out and about half the kids are through the serving line. I take a deep breath and pull my polo shirt up and over my head, before dropping it down on top of my shoes. Now I haven’t been bare chested in awhile. I guess the last time was when I went swimming with friends before moving here.

Yes. I’m stalling. I’m down to my trousers which is bringing all kinds of thoughts to my head. None of which is making this any easier. My fingers are fumbling around withh my belt buckle, but not really trying to unfasten it. Looking out at the kids, they’re either getting food or staring at me. I have a long torso, with a flat stomach and tight chest. I don’t have what’s called a six pack, because I don’t work out, but my body is tightly packed which in my opinion looks much better. As I consider these things, I see anticipation building in the faces of the kids watching me. Then I spot Kevin sitting at a full table of other boys and girls his age. We make eye contact and he quickly points to his head and mouths, “Don’t think. Just do.”

That snaps me out of my self immobilization. I unbuckle my belt, unclasp my trousers and then unzip them. I let them slid right down my long smooth, hairless legs to fall around my ankles. I’m left standing in my black briefs with a distinctive bulge protruding out the front. Now I don’t know if the gasp I hear is from everyone seeing me wearing briefs or the bulge that is quite visible, or possibly a combination of both. Either way, I can hear and almost feel the collective intake of air from the room. I stand there like that for a couple of minutes as I try to decide if I should just step out of my trousers and kick them to the side or should I reach down and lift out one leg at a time to remover them. What I finally decide to do is to step out of them and move myself over to a clear place on the table. Everyone is seeing everything. Well not quite everything, but pretty close. I’ve had wet dreams about stuff like this and it’s scary as heck to actually be living one. By now everyone has been served and are at their tables, so all that’s left for me is to pull my briefs down and off. That’s easier said than done though. When I do this, and I have no doubts that I’m going to do this, I’m going to be left stark naked in school. I’m freaking out. I’m really freaking out. I can’t look at anyone now. I grit my teeth and close my eyes as I put my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs. I quickly pull them forward away from my dick and slid them down my long legs. Without any more hesitation, I step out of them, kicking them over on top of my trousers.

I’m standing stark naked in front of everyone with my eyes tightly closed. Everyone’s getting a good look at my four inch black penis and walnut sized balls hanging low under it. Oh and I don’t mean shelled walnuts either. I mean walnut sized with shell on. My dick is fat and long and is just hanging there loose as a goose. Of course it’s circumsized. My dad is Jewish after all. Oh and yes, I said black. My body might be a nice tanned golden brown, but my genitalia are black. There’s absolutely no question from which side of the family I got my balls and dick from. They are all African.

The thing is, I’m not hearing anything. I slowly open my eyes to see lots of people staring at me with their mouths open, but there’s nothing coming out of them. There are a lot of fingers pointing my way. There is no doubt what everyone is looking at which is a bad thing for me. Up until now, I’ve been able to keep myself composed and soft, but looking out at everyone so focused on my dick has it getting excited from all of the attention it’s getting. I so want to cover it up with my hands, but not only would that draw even more attention to it, but it would cause it to grow even faster. So I try to concentrate on what I want to tell everyone. Unfortunately for me, it’s not going to let me do that until it gets the full attention from everyone in the room. So I stand there fully embarrassed as my dick swells, until it’s five inches long and pointing out at the kids around me. After growing yet another inch, it swells to three quarter staff and getting thicker and thicker. Then it reaches high mast at seven inches. Until my feet grew that other half inch, this would have been it, but not today. My boner pushes for rock hard and stands at full attention at seven and a half inches.

Now unlike Kevin who had a nice bush of pubes to hide a lot of his dick, I’m not so lucky. Unlike the hair on my head which is wavy, my pubes are kinky and close cropped, so my entire boner, from base to mushroom tip, is completely visible. Every last centimeter of it is on display. That’s about eighteen and a half centimeters. I think. I’m not really good at measuring things using the metric system. Just know it’s huge sticking out in front of me and like I said, it’s black up against my light brown skin. My face is red of course, but most people can’t see it unless they know what they’re looking for. But trust me, I’m red faced under this brown skin. I turn slowly around so everyone gets to see me. Since the Fitting In Table is in the center of the room, the kids behind me were only getting to see my butt. It’s embarrassing to do this, but it’s part of it and I’ve gone this far to fit in, I might as well go the rest of the way. As I give my speech, I concentrate on continuing to turn around and around so everyone gets to see me.

I begin speaking with an odd thought in my head. I see no cameras, no phones, nothing to record me like this. Now, phones are forbidden to be turned on in school. We can have them, but they have to be kept in our lockers. But you would think some people would have there phones and would be recording my naked show. I do like this school. I’ll like it even more if I can just get through this day.

Me: “Hello. I’m Joshua Abdi Edelman. Abdi is Kenyan and means, servant of god. I’m thirteen years old.”

I see surprised faces around the room, especially from the older boys. I suspect after seeing me naked, they thought I was much older.

Me: “As you can see, I have grown a lot since the start of puberty, and I haven’t finished growing yet. At least that’s what my mom says. She’s African. Not African American, but a real African from Kenya, so when she tells me, that I’m still growing, she knows what she’s talking about.”

There’s laughter from every where.

Me: “My dad is Jewish from Holland. So you ask. How does a little Dutch boy meet an African Princess? Easy answer. At school. They both went to university in Oxford, England. When they graduated they got married and moved to Boston to go to graduate school there. That’s where I was born. Evidently they didn’t spend every night studying.”

The room erupts into laughter again.

As I let them laugh, something occurs to me. I’m getting comfortable and my boner is back to half staff, sticking straight out at the people again. Unfortunately, since I noticed that, I can feel it growing back up again. Why did I have to lose focus?

Me: “Both of them graduated and became lawyers. Dad is a corporate lawyer and mom is a family lawyer. She constantly tells me if she ever sees me in juvenile court she’s going to let them lock me up and throw away the key.”

More laughter.

Me: “I grew up in Atlanta. Now the thing is. I never really fit in there. I’m too dark for white folk and too light for black folk. Besides, black boys were forever telling me that my boy parts are way too small.”

This time the laughter goes crazy. The good thing is that my boy parts are finally soft and hanging comfortably.

Me: “Now I’m here. In this school. I look around and I’m the only boy of color in the room. I admit, it’s not a lot of color, but it’s more color than any of the other boys here. Will I fit in? Can I fit in? Can I be accepted?”

Crowd: “Yes. You fit in. We accept you. Come sit with us.”

I look from table to table and there are kids waving at me, trying to get me to come and sit with them. It’s overwhelming really. I don’t know why exactly, but I start crying softly. Then I feel a touch to my legs. I look down and it’s Kevin.

Kevin: “Follow me. You should sit with us today.”

Without thinking, I climb down off the table and follow Kevin to his table and join the boys and girls sitting there. I look at them and I see acceptance in their eyes. I fit in. I belong someplace. I totally forget about being naked. Wrong! It’s just. Well. It’s okay right now. Actually my nakedness is the main topic of conversation, especially between us boys. Everyone at the table shares their lunch with me. Even though I’m really not hungry. The excitement of the day has me too wound up to eat. When the bell rings, Kevin walks me back to the table to retrieve my clothing.

Kevin: “You know Josh. You can stay naked for the rest of the day if you want to.”

Kevin has one of those very devilish smiles across his face.

Me: “Really?”

Kevin: “Oh! Yes! Really!”

I smile back at Kevin with one of those devilish smiles of my own.

Me: “Prank! I think I’ll get dressed. I’ve been naked way more today than I have been since I became a teenager.”

Kevin: “Well. I sure hope you get naked more now that you’ve tried it. You look awesome dude. I’ll even get naked with you, if that encourages you.”

I’m really not sure what Kevin might be implying? I did like seeing him naked.

Me: “Do you skinny dip? We have a pool. I’ve never done it, but I guess I could learn.”
Kevin looks deep into my eyes and grows the biggest grin across his face.

Kevin: “Ya. I know how, I skinny dip in my pool all the time. You want to come over after school and check it out?”

Me: “Sure. I’ll give my mom a call and let her know I’m going to your house after school.”

Which is what I did and both Kevin and I swam naked together in his pool. It was the most unusual feeling I’ve ever had. It felt so natural to swim naked. Yet, at the same time. I’m naked! It’s got to be the weirdest feeling ever, to be naked out in the open. Mom’s happy that I’ve started making friends. Kevin introduces me to other boys who like swimming naked also. We take turns swimming at each other’s houses. They’re all boys from school in our little skinny dipping club. Some are as young as eleven and others as old as eighteen. They even teach me a new game to play in the pool. Peter tag. Yep. It’s exactly like it sounds. It’s a game of tag where you yank a guys pecker to let him know he’s been tagged.

Oh! Yes! I love my new school. I belong.

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