Chapter 5

Friday, September 3, 2005

Hunter wanted to jack me off again in the locker room, but I suggested we wait until class. I wouldn't want to disappoint our audience two days in a row. We made our way to the classroom and sat down on the desk. Hunter grasped my cock in his hand and began stroking as I did the same to him. We mutually increased our speed as waves of pleasure coursed through our bodies. I turned to look at Hunter, and we kissed. He put his free hand to my face as we continued masturbating one another. Finally we came, painting one another's bodies with our semen.

English class was otherwise unremarkable, as was history. We had the same substitute again in German. He asked me to demonstrate various forms of movement. I must have been quite amusing to look at jogging in place and doing jumping jacks with my cock bobbing in time to my movements, and the class rewarded my efforts with laughter and applause.

When German class ended, I headed over to the lunch room. I got there in plenty of time, as I was getting fewer requests than I had earlier in the week. I got my food and sat down, soon to be joined by Craig.

"Hi," he said, as he sat down next to me.

"So have you thought anymore about the program?" I asked.

"Every time I do I get scared at the thought of all of those people seeing me naked."

"It might help if you started going naked around the house to get used to it. It sucks that you can't go naked around town."

"I might try that," he replied, "it sure would piss off my sister, though. Do you think it would be possible to go through the program without people realizing I'm ... you know, gay?"

"It depends, do you have a crush on any guy you see regularly in school?"

"Yeah."

"Do you ever get erections when you're looking at him?"

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat "sometimes."

"That's going to happen a lot more when you're naked. But don't worry too much. Coming out of the closet is actually really liberating. You feel like you don't have to hide yourself from people anymore, and you can be a lot less guarded with your friends."

Craig nodded, "I guess you're right, it felt really good to get that off my chest with you guys. The problem is, I'm friends with the guy I like, and I'm pretty sure that he's straight. I'm worried that telling him I like him like that would make it awkward between us."

"Who is it?" David asked.

"Ron, actually," replied Craig.

"Actually, has anyone seen Ron?" I asked

"Oh, that reminds me," David said, "Ron gave me this note for you."

I opened the note, it said: "meet me in the bathroom on the English hallway at 2:45."

At the appointed time, I excused myself from class and headed to the bathroom. Ron was pretending to use the urinal. I walked up to the one next to him.

"He does have a spy," Ron whispered

"What?"

"One of Vern Junior's friends is reporting back to him about who talks to you and Hunter. I caught holy hell over it last night."

"I'm sorry, what happened?"

"When I got home, my mom asked me if I'd been talking to you. I lied, and then she said that Reverend Neale himself called and dressed her down about it. Then I got mad and told her what I really thought about Reverend Neale. Then she asked if I was gay and I stormed up to my room. I stayed there until Dad came upstairs with his belt."

"Christ, do you know who the spy is?"

"No, someone who's friends with Junior, I guess."

"I'll see if Hunter's mom can do anything about it."

I went back class. Pretty soon it was time for the meet. I walked over to the pool. The bleachers were full. I could see my mom and Derrick in the front row. I waved to them as I went over to the benches where the team sat. I noticed that a camera crew from the local news station was also in attendance. They must have come to see how a naked team would do.