Davy, the Most Popular Kid in School

Davy, the Most Popular Kid in School - Part 3
By Darwin's Duck

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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While on the floor Davy slipped his shoes and socks off, he might as well get started. Davy stood up, tears already forming in his eyes, he looked in a mirror, and the black ring was already staring to form around his eye. People will definitely believe his story now. Tears starting to run down his cheeks, Davy pulled his t-shirt over his head. Looking around Davy thought he heard the door open, but couldn't see anyone around. Looking down at his chest Davy thought he had a nice body, though he was still hairless, all his running in soccer had made him thin, and his legs muscular. Looking the mirror again, Davy spoke to himself. "This is the last time you get to cry you baby. Stop it, people will just make more fun of you. Stop now, you can do this." Davy affirmanted to himself. With that Davy unbutton his jeans, and in one quick motion, like ripping off a bandage, Davy hooked his fingers in his jeans and underwear and pushes them to the floor. Standing there, naked in the locker room, Davy almost didn't feel like he was in his own body. It was like he as floating off somewhere just watching this poor boy.

The first bell rang and it snapped Davy into motion, he grabbed his clothes and stuffed them into a locker at the end of a row. Hoping that would still be there when he need to get them. Tip toeing to the door to the hallway: Davy could already hear voices. Telling himself one last time, "I will not cry." Davy pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway. Hands covering his groan, Davy looked around. Kids from every grade were in the hall, getting books from lockers, and talking about what they did for the summer. The first person to see Davy looked like an 8th grader; she was tall, blond, and very pretty. At first she just stood there with her mouth open, staring, then a smile crossed her face, and yelled, "OH MY GOD!"

Instantly all conversations in the hall stopped, all eyes where on Davy. Slowly Davy walked down the hall, the way parting for him like the red sea. A few random commends where yelled at as he passed.

"Forget something?"

"Nice outfit."

"Cute butt."

"Move your hands."

Davy's head down as he walked, he didn't see who said what, and didn't care, this was going to be unbearable. Then someone stepped in his path, a short girl with red hair in pigtails. He tried to walk around her, but she wouldn't let him pass. "Hey kid, what your name?" She asked.

"Davy" he answered.

She then yelled out, "His name is Davy." and the whole hallway exploded into cheers and clapping, catcalls, and whistles. The sound was deafening; he was surprised no teachers came out of the rooms. Then the cheers in the hall changed into a chant of, "Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy!!!" Davy looked up meekly and smiled at the girl in pigtails. She moved and let him continue down the hall. Soon he was surrounded by girls, some asking questions about what happen to his clothes, some asking if he would move his hands, some just standing close to him, lightly touching his back, or his arms, or his butt.

Davy continued walking pigeon toed with both hands over his groan to his locker, still surround by girls. Somehow he was able to unlock his locker with one and get his book bag out and move to his next class with it over his shoulder. The second bell rang and the crowd around Davy dissipated. One of the last girls at his side was a little taller then Davy, petite, with glasses and long dark hair, she lightly blew into his ear and said, "You are so sexy, I want you." then kissed him on the cheek and ran away. Davy started to turn a deeper shade of red then he thought possible.

As Davy walked into the class, there was no teacher behind the desk; he guessed they were still in their conference. The class erupted in to clapping and cheers as he walked down the row of desks to the back. Sitting down, still not look anywhere but down, he managed to pull his backpack off and put it into his lap. After the cheers died down, there was giggling, and laughter in the classroom, and everyone was talking it seemed all at once, all eyes still on Davy.

A few minutes later the teacher of the class finally showed up. "Sorry class, first day mix up, things never go as planned." the teacher said, Davy couldn't agree more. "Okay, first off, my name is Mrs. Shey, and this is Health Education class. Let's start with attends."

"Mrs. Shey." the girl sitting next to Davy said as she raised her hand.

"Yes, sorry I don't know your name yet." Mrs. Shey replied.

"Joann, and this boy sitting next to me is Davy." the girl said, Davy looked over, and there was the pigtail girl again, he couldn't get away from her. "And it seems that Davy has had some problems at school this morning, because he isn't wearing any clothes, he's naked." The class had a collected laughed at Joann's statement.

"What!" Mrs. Shey exclaimed, "Davy come up here right now." Davy pushed his backpack onto the floor and walked pigeon toed with his hands over his groan up the front of the class. Davy in all the excitement before never noticed how cold the tile floors were on his feet. The class was dead quiet as Davy made his way to the front.

Standing in front of Mrs. Shey's desk, back to the classroom Mrs. Shey launched into her questions, "Where are your clothes? What happen? Who did this?" never really stopping for Davy to respond. Finally she just looked at the poor boy as he looked at his feet, "Well!" she exclaimed.

Now that the time had come to explain Davy couldn't seem to find the words. A voice from the behind him spoke up, "I heard some bullies beat him up in the locker room and took all his clothes and took him he had to go to class naked or they would beat him up again." Joann explained.

"Thank you Joann, is that true Davy?" Mrs. Shey asked. All Davy could do is nod his head. "Okay, Joann, since you have been so helpful I need you to take Davy to the office to see Miss Richards the principal, and help him explain what happen."

Joann jumped out of her seat and ran to the front of the class. "Okay Mrs. Shey." she replied as she lead Davy out of the classroom by the arm. Davy, in a daze, followed without protest.