Copyright 2024 by James Breitbart, all rights reserved
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* * * * *Chapter 6
Marcus arrived early to school Monday morning. The boys had checked
in by text message Sunday evening. All had decided they were willing to
get stripped, and all had discovered that their parents were interested
in stripping them – possibly whether they wanted to or not. The plan
was to talk to David in homeroom and hope that his nudity was old
enough news that kids would start to leave him alone. As soon as he got
to his locker, Marcus realized that that wasn’t going to happen.
Someone had broken into the school and vandalized Marcus’ locker
specifically, spray-painting a homophobic slur on it. Marcus had a
pretty good idea of who it was – but he didn’t have any proof unless
the school’s security cameras had caught the miscreant. Marcus ran down
the empty hallway to David’s locker and discovered that it had been
vandalized the same way. Enraged and humiliated, he went into the
bathroom to wet a paper towel and try to erase the graffiti, but it was
dried on.
Coach Lee found Marcus a few minutes later on his
regular patrol of the hallway. The paper towel was turning to shreds in
his hands with no apparent effect on the paint, and he was fighting
back tears.
“Marcus, what’s going on?” Coach Lee asked softly.
The dam broke, and Marcus began sobbing. “Someone graffitied our lockers – mine and David’s.”
Coach Lee led the boy to his office in the locker room, wrote an excuse
note for his first period, calmed him down, and called in the guidance
counselor, Mr. Silva.
“Do you have any idea why they picked your locker?” Mr. Silva asked.
“I told someone I was gay.”
“Was this a friend of yours?”
“No, they were messing with my boyfriend and I told them to back off.”
“You mean David?” Coach Lee asked. Marcus nodded mutely. “David
Wagner’s the boy who got enrolled in the FENP program last week,” Coach
Lee explained to Mr. Silva. “I know another boy made a remark about him
getting an erection in PE. I’ve already spoken to his mother about it.”
“We need to notify both sets of parents officially,” Mr. Silva said.
“My parents are both at work,” Marcus responded.
“Do you think you’ll be okay to go to your next class?”
“Yes, sir.”
Coach Lee walked Marcus to the English classroom. Brendan and Ethan
were waiting for him, along with Jared Sutherland, one of David’s
soccer teammates. David had been avoiding him since being stripped, at
first because he was planning to quit the team rather than play naked
and then because he was afraid that the team would reject him for being
gay, but Jared’s actual reaction was protective.
“Who did that to David’s locker?” he asked angrily.
“We’re working on figuring that out,” Coach Lee answered, “in the
meantime, David needs you to be supportive, not go off and try to get
back at whoever did it. Do you boys know if he’s gotten to school yet?”
“His mom’s been dropping him off ever since he got stripped,” Brendan answered.
Mr. Silva walked to the front of the school, and was able to intercept
Mrs. Wagner’s car as she dropped David off. “Can I see you both in my
office?”
“Did David do something wrong?” Mrs. Wagner was a
little worried that David had done something to get suspended on
purpose so that he wouldn’t have to go to school naked.
“No,
but there’s been a bullying incident.” Mr. Silva led the Wagners into
his office and explained what had happened. David erupted at his mother.
“This is all your fault!”
“Sweetie, I know you’re angry, but whoever did this is responsible for their own actions.”
“They wouldn’t have known I’m a fag if you didn’t make me go to school naked so everyone can see when I get a damn boner!”
Coach Silva realized that David was in no state to go to class and
suggested that Jeannette take him home for the day, promising to ensure
that the absence was excused. She drove him home, and he gave her the
silent treatment for the duration of the short drive. When she tried to
hug him as he got out of the car, David dodged her and ran upstairs,
slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Jeannette
wondered if she had really done the right thing. She had known that
something like this would happen whenever David came out, but she had
always planned on being there to comfort him. Now he was so angry at
her for stripping him that he refused all her attempts at comfort, but
there was nothing she could do to undo what was done. Jeannette sighed
and busied herself downstairs, leaving David to himself.
After
Mr. Silva and Coach Lee left, Jared sat with Brendan and Ethan in the
seat at the back of the class that David had been occupying. “So you
think it was Jake MacDonald?”
“Yeah, Marcus said. We had a fight, well not really a fight, just a confrontation, Friday afternoon.”
“I heard about that. Are you and David really dating?”
“Yeah, do you have a problem with that?”
“No, and I don’t think the rest of the team will either.”
“Good.”
“We can kick his ass if you want.”
“No, as much as I hate to admit it, Silva’s right. Coach Lee already
suspects him, so if anything happens to him, we’ll be the natural
suspects. We just have to hope that he shows up on the security cameras
or something so the school punishes him.”
In fact, Jake
MacDonald and his confederates had shown up on the security cameras,
but he and his confederates had had the presence of mind to wear masks
covering their faces. When Coach Lee reviewed the tapes that morning
during his planning period, he realized that he could match the general
height and build of the perpetrators to Jake and two of his friends,
but couldn’t make a positive ID. He kept an eye on Jake as he filed
into health class.
If Jake intended to throw suspicion off himself, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“I heard someone graffitied your friends’ lockers,” he taunted Ethan.
Ana Rosenblatt overheard him and put her two cents in “Oh my god! Can you believe that? I mean, I thought this was the 21st century, who would be so backwards as to bully someone just because they’re gay? And Marcus is so nice, too.”
Ethan smirked back at Jake. “I bet whoever did it is overcompensating because they have a tiny dick.”
“Ugh,” Ana responded, “you’re probably right. What a jerk!”
“Whatever.” Jake turned around in his seat, and Coach Lee began the
lesson. He discarded his plans to give a lesson on the health benefits
of going barefoot, and moved the lesson on LGBT identity up a week
instead, figuring that it would be kinder to David to give the lesson
when he wasn’t in class, and that it would give him a chance to monitor
the rest of the class’s reactions for signs of guilty consciences.
There weren’t any signs of guilt, but Jake did take the opportunity to
be a pest.
“My pastor says this stripping thing is going to make homosexuality spread by exposing impressionable kids.”
“You and your pastor have the right to your personal religious beliefs,
but science tells us that’s not how sexual attraction works. Most of us
are at least somewhat bisexual, and it’s possible that programs like
FERP or the SFF program down in Florida make more people feel empowered
to act on their same-sex attractions, but they aren’t responsible for
causing those attractions in the first place, and there’s no scientific
evidence that witnessing sexual activity or having sex is harmful to
kids.”
Over the course of the day, Jake realized that he’d
badly miscalculated public opinion within Magnuson Middle School.
Before the vandalism, probably two-thirds of the school’s population
had sympathized with David, reasoning that he had no control over
either his sexual orientation or his parents’ decision to strip him,
but the one-third who didn’t like him were much more vocal. The overtly
cruel bullying had managed to galvanize the student body, and students
who previously wouldn’t have said anything to avoid being targeted
themselves were loudly denouncing the unknown perpetrators, while other
students who would previously said that David was ‘gross’ even if he
couldn’t control it were forced to confront the fact that this attitude
put them on the same side as the bully.
The outrage quickly
spread via text message from the middle school to the high school,
where Adrian Walsh found out what had happened to his little brother.
He hurried home after school to find Marcus crying in his room.
“Hey, I heard what happened today. Do you want me to…”
“No, I’ve had like three offers to kick his ass already, but they’d know it was us.”
“Who was it?”
“Promise you won’t do anything.”
“I promise.”
“Jake MacDonald.”
“Fuck him.”
“Thanks.”
“Seriously, he’s the person who should feel bad about this, not you.”
“I doubt he does. What am I supposed to do?”
“You need to project strength, show him that he can’t upset you.”
“He did upset me.”
“Then lie. He’s a coward.”
Dr. Walsh came home a few minutes later, and went up to Marcus’ room.
“Hey, the school called. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Marcus answered.
“I would understand if you didn’t want to sign up for FENP anymore.”
Marcus looked at Adrian and took a deep breath. “I still want to sign
up for FENP. Actually, can we go ahead and do it tonight?”
“Tonight?”
“Having clothes on in school today didn’t protect me from being
bullied, so I might as well face it head on. If I show up naked in
school tomorrow, it will show that I’m not afraid of them.”
“That’s a very mature way to look at it.”
“And I want to sign up, too.” Adrian said. “If someone messes with Marcus, they’re messing with me.”
After a quick conference with her husband, Roxane decided that they
would all four register to show their support for Marcus. After a quick
conference with her husband, Roxane decided that they would all four
register to show their support for Marcus. They hurried to city hall,
arriving right as the clerk responsible for nudist registrations was
about to close for the night. Michael signed the boys up for the same
package of permissions that the Wagners had: pot, booze, public sex,
and tattoos were okay, but tobacco was still out in deference to his
wife’s job as a pediatrician. They all proudly held out their arms for
the clerk to inject the chip.
“I’ll get some water for you to take the pills,” she offered, “it’s a cold night out.”
Adrian and his father Mike began stripping by removing their shirts,
but Marcus started with his shoes and socks. The feeling of his bare
feet standing on the tile floor was sensual, and Marcus curled his toes
into the cool tile as he removed the rest of his clothing. By the time
he’d deposited it in the donation bin, he was half hard, with the head
of his cock just peeking out from the foreskin. The clerk gave him the
pills and a dixie cup of water to swallow them with, and he turned
around to face Adrian, also naked but with his phone out.
“Let me get a picture for your MySpace.”
Marcus smiled for the picture, then took the phone to take a picture of
his older brother, who extended both middle fingers in a salute to the
camera.
Mike put his watch back on and checked the time. “Come on boys, we have an errand to run before we go home.”
They all piled into the family car and drove across the bridge to
Tacoma. “Where are we going?” Marcus asked. It was an unusual time for
a sudden errand.
“Now that we’re all stripped, we need to pick up a few things to keep you safe,” his mother explained.
They pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall that contained a
cannabis dispensary and an adult store. Mike went into the dispensary
while Roxane led the boys to the sex store.
The clerk looked up as they entered. “What can I help you folks with.”
“I’d like a large bottle of oil-based lubricant, a set of anal beads, a
dildo with a flared base, and a vibrating butt plug for each of my
sons.”
“Wow! You’re one cool mama.”
“I’m a
pediatrician,” Roxane explained, “you’d be amazed at what I’ve had to
pull out of teenage boys’ colons.” Both of her sons blushed. To be
honest, they were pretty embarrassed by listening to their mother
nonchalantly discuss dildos and butt plugs, but they were fully
committed to toughing this out.
“Can we put that on our advertising?”
“Please do. It’d be a public service.”
“Alright, the first thing I’m going to need to do is get you boys
sized. Who’s younger?” Marcus raised his hand. “What’s your name?”
“Marcus.”
“Alright, I’m going to do you first so big brother doesn’t chicken out.
Just bend over here.” The clerk led Marcus to a padded bench, and he
bent over and spread his legs. “This is going to feel a little cold at
first.” The clerk spread some lube on Marcus’s anus and worked it in
with his fingers. When Marcus was sufficiently relaxed, the clerk
replaced his finger with a set of anal beads, pushing them into a very
pleased Marcus until he met resistance. The clerk marked where he’d
stopped and pulled the beads back out, eliciting a moan of pleasure
from Marcus.
Marcus stood up, his penis fully erect and
leaking precum. Adrian took his place on the bench and submitted to the
clerk’s measurement process. He didn’t enjoy it quite as much as his
gay younger brother, but he too was hard when the clerk finished.
“Anything for Mom?” the clerk asked hopefully.
“Not tonight, but my husband and I might be back this weekend.”
The clerk bagged the purchases, and told Marcus and Adrian to read the
instruction manuals carefully before using their new toys. Despite his
arousal, Marcus did as he was told, and thoroughly lubricated himself
and his dildo before using it. The day that had begun for Marcus with
tears ended with the best orgasm he’d ever given himself.
Chapter 7
David had still planned on quitting soccer, but his mother sensed
that would be a possibility and insisted on driving him to school, with
his cleats, socks, shin guards, and athletic cup in his backpack. He
walked through the halls to put them in his locker, which had been
cleaned of graffiti by the janitors. By this point, David was used to
being stared at, but he wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Marcus
walked towards him, every bit as naked as he was.
“Your
parents stripped you?” David asked, horrified that his boyfriend was
now suffering the same torment as him. “I’m so sorry.”
“I
volunteered,” Marcus explained. “I figured it would make things a
little easier for you if you weren’t the only naked kid in school.”
“You did that for me?” David gripped Marcus in a tight hug of
gratitude, as students gathered around them to gawk at the sight of a
second nude classmate. The press of their nude bodies against one
another soon provoked a natural physical reaction in both boys. David
drew back and pointed at his erection. “What are we going to do about
this?”
“Well, everyone already knows we’re gay,” Marcus
responded, and the FENP law says we can have sex in public, so…” he
reached down and began stroking David’s cock. Instinctually, David did
the same to Marcus, as the crowd erupted in cheers and wolf whistles.
The boys found the attention stimulating, and came quickly. Brendan,
who had pushed his way to the front of the crowd, handed them paper
towels to clean off with. A teacher came along to shoo away the crowd,
and ordered Marcus and David to their first class. They walked to class
giggling, the happiest David had been all day.
Jake MacDonald
glared at the two boys as they took their seats at the back of the
classroom, but Jared Sutherland made it a point to react more
positively.
“You got stripped too, cool!” Jared hi-fived Marcus before he sat down.
All Jake could do was sit there and seethe, and wait until gym class,
when Coach Lee stayed in his office while the boys dressed out. He
shoved Ethan up against the lockers. “Tell your pervy little friends no
one likes seeing their dicks.”
Jared came to Ethan’s defense. “Jake, you’re the only one who cares. Give it a rest.”
“Fuck off.” Jake turned away from Ethan and advanced on Jared, but
Coach Lee had overheard the commotion and walked toward the locker
rooms.
“What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” Jake answered quickly.
“It had better be nothing.”
Jake was too cowed to do anything to David during gym class, and the
rest of the day proceeded surprisingly normally. It was obvious now to
David that the majority of the school thought he was the victim and
whoever had vandalized the locker the previous day was an asshole, and
they were starting to come around to the idea that he and Marcus’
nudity was something cool rather than disgusting.
At lunch, the group resumed their normal place in the cafeteria, no longer feeling the need to hide from their peers.
“What’s with the nudity?” Scott asked Marcus, “I thought we were going to talk to David first.”
“Talk to me about what?”
“The five of us were talking this weekend about maybe getting stripped
to make it easier for you, and we were going to ask if you wanted us to
do it first, but after what happened yesterday, I decided to just go
ahead and rip the band-aid off.”
“You guys would do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Ethan answered, “do you want us to?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll talk to our parents then.”
“So, if the rest of us are stripped,” Joey asked, “does that mean we
can do sexy stuff with each other like we did when we were little? Or
do you guys only want to do it with each other.”
Marcus looked at David slyly. “I think we can open up our relationship, what about you David?”
“I’ve jerked off with the soccer team a couple of times, so it would
only be fair.” Under the table, he found Marcus’ bare feet with his,
and the two boys began playing footsie and giggling as their friends
contemplated their future. Even though they’d already agreed to it, the
prospect of joining David and Marcus in permanent nudity was a little
scary, but the prospect of resuming their juvenile sex-play was more
than a little thrilling.
Marcus and David were interrupted in
their sex play by Coach Lee, who had tracked them to their tables. “If
you two want to do anything with each other, now’s the time to do it.
We’d like to keep the sex play between FENP students to lunch and
homeroom so that it doesn’t get distracting.”
“Yes, sir,”
Marcus responded enthusiastically.” He and Scott switched places so
that he could sit next to David, taking David’s already hard cock in
his hand as David did the same for him. They stroked one another over
the table, their pleasure evident on their faces. Gradually, kids at
the other tables saw what was going on and went over to get a closer
view. David and Marcus decided to stand up so that everyone could see
what was going on.
Jake MacDonald was incensed, and shouted “Get a room!”
Marcus responded by flipping Jake the bird and beginning to
passionately kiss his boyfriend. The extra stimulation brough David
over the edge and he shot a modest load of cum onto the lunch table.
Marcus soon did the same, to cheers from the crowd of students. When
they had recovered their breaths, David cleaned the mess up with his
napkin, just as the lunch bell rang. The two boys walked to social
studies hand in hand, enveloped in the warm afterglow of their orgasms.
Marcus’ brother was having somewhat less success in the sex department.
It wasn’t for lack of a willing partner. His girlfriend Allison had
teased him about getting stripped even before the law went into effect.
The previous night, when he’d texted her the picture of him naked to
show that he’d been stripped, she had told him to meet her during their
lunch period in the hallway by the drama room. When he got there, he
found her wearing a skirt with no underwear, ready for an afternoon
quickie.
They were caught by none other than Ann Mills, the
guidance counselor and Joey Stewart’s mother. She tapped Adrian on the
shoulder as he was thrusting into Allison.
“You kids can’t do that.”
Startled, Adrian pulled out, leaving Allison frustrated and annoyed. “There’s no rule that says we can’t!”
“Maybe not a school rule, but you two didn’t read the rules of the
Family-Enforced Nudity Program closely enough. Public sex between a
FENP child and a child who is not an FENP is a simple misdemeanor. I’m
afraid I have to call Officer Phelps.”
Ann led the two
teenagers to the office and informed the resource officer what she had
caught them doing. They were good kids overall, so no one wanted to see
them get in trouble, but the school’s hands were tied.
“I have no choice but to take you in,” Officer Phelps explained, “the law is very specific.”
“Take us in!” Allison objected, “you mean arrest us?”
“Yes. If I don’t I’d be in violation of the law. But first I’m going to have to search you, Ann.”
“But…”
Adrian calmed his girlfriend down. “We should probably just do what he says, babe. My dad will take care of it.”
Officer Phelps briefly patted down Ann, and put a pair of handcuffs on
her. Adrian obviously required no searching, and he held out his hands
for Officer Phelps to put the cuffs on.
“This is kind of kinky,” he admitted.
“Don’t get too excited,” Officer Phelps muttered, hoping that this
would be the last naked kid he had to deal with. He led Adrian and Ann
out to the parking lot, and told them to get in his squad car. They
were driven to the police station and had their fingerprints and
mugshots take, then were left in a waiting room while the police called
their parents. Ann’s father was the first parent to arrive.
“Ann, what on Earth have you done?”
“I was just having sex, Daddy!”
Jon Mills looked at his daughter and then looked at Adrian. “Is Adrian stripped?”
“Yes, and I thought we could just have a quickie in the hallway to celebrate...”
“No, no, no. Sweetie. It’s against the law for a stripped child to have public sex with an unstripped child.”
“Why do they care if I have sex with Adrian? He’s already naked.”
“Because they want us to pay to get you stripped.”
“Then why are they arresting Adrian?”
Mr. Mills, a lobbyist, was well aware of the reasoning behind
Washington’s various nude programs. “Because the conservatives in the
legislature were afraid a bunch of nude hussies would go around
seducing their sweet little innocent boys, so they made sure that both
parties would get punished. The penalty is a public spanking for the
stripped kid and up to 90 days in JUNAD for the clothed kid.”
“What’s JUNAD?”
“Juvenile Nude Alternative to Detention. It’s the punishment form of
stripping. On top of being naked, you’ll have to wear an ankle bracelet
that tracks your movements, and spend an hour a week in the public
pillory or stocks, and your body will be considered public property.”
“That’s insane!”
“Maybe, but it’s also the law.”
Mr. Walsh showed up a few minutes later, along with Duane McDowell, a
friend of his from law school who specialized in juvenile criminal
defense. Mr. Mills gratefully agreed to have Mr. McDowell represent
Allison as well as Adrian. He negotiated with the judge as Dr. Walsh
and Mrs. Mills arrived at the jail and Adrian, who was still
handcuffed, suffered a massive case of blue balls.
Fortunately, the judge was sympathetic to Adrian and Allison. Ignorance
of the law was no excuse, but he thought it only fair to consider the
fact that the two teens had believed they were complying with the
intent of the FENP program as a mitigating factor in sentencing. He
agreed to sentence Allison to only 30 days in JUNAD and 300 hours of
community service if her parents agreed to sign her up for FENP. To
make things more fair, Adrian got 300 hours of community service and
four public spankings, to be delivered at the same time as Allison’s.
The kids formally entered their pleas in the courtroom, and the bailiff
stepped forward to remove Allison’s clothes. It was expected that they
would need to forcibly strip most kids sentenced to JUNAD, but Allison
complied. The bailiff strapped a monitor to her ankle and the judge
explained how the JUNAD sentence worked.
“The ankle monitor
tells everyone who sees you that you’re public property. That means
they’re allowed to touch your body as long as it doesn’t interfere with
education or pose a threat to public safety, but they can’t penetrate
you without your consent.”
“But I can have sex in public if I consent?”
“Yes, and you’ll be given flibanserin which will enhance your sex
drive. You can also fulfill part of your community service requirement
by participating in the State Sexual Relief Program, which provides
sexual services to the handicapped, residents of nursing homes, and
Washingtonians with disabilities.”
“Whatever, we might as well
finish what we started.” Allison motioned for Adrian to sit down, and
straddled him in the defendant’s chair. After a few seconds of her
riding his cock, he finally achieve the orgasm he’d been denied for
hours.