Zach Naked in School
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/mt, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Gay, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Group Sex, White Male, Oriental Male, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, Foot Fetish, Public Sex, School, Nudism,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A sequel to Hunter Naked in School and Jeff Naked in School, told from the viewpoint of Hunter and Jeff's friend Zach, a junior with an active and somewhat kinky sex life.
Monday, September 7, 2005
I got to the gym a little early and stripped naked, except for a necklace. I then sat down on a bench and watched the rest of the team undress, paying special attention to my friend and occasional lover, Hunter Weems. He was quite a looker, both mentally and physically mature for his age, especially 'downstairs.' Hunter slowly peeled his sock off, flashing me a glimpse of the soft, fleshy sole of his foot, then he walked over to me.
"You shaved your head," he remarked.
"Yeah, it's supposed to cut down on friction in the water. Plus, I felt like changing something up a little."
"It looks good. Jeff's out sick today."
Taking his meaning, I grasped Hunter's cock in my hand and began stroking it as it grew. Jeff was Hunter's boyfriend, although neither was averse to sharing each other with me or whoever else struck their fancy. I stroked Hunter faster as he reached his full size. He did the same to me. The feeling was wonderful, especially with the attentive audience composed of several of our peers. Several of the audience members yelled out encouragement, which only heightened my arousal. Before long I came, covering Hunter in my semen. Hunter quickly did likewise, and I headed to the shower to wash off. I dried off and headed to my first class, English with Mrs. Adkinson.
I sat down next to Hunter's brother, Quint. Quint usually wore flip-flops to school and I sat next to him to get a good look at his feet as he kicked them off under his desk. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Quint slid off his Rainbows, exposing the blackened outline of his toes on the leather. I couldn't help but stare at his feet, which were almost as beautiful as his younger brother's. Quint noticed me staring at him, grinned, and mouthed "pervert" at me. I stifled a laugh, attracting a glare from Mrs. Adkinson, who was in the middle of a lecture about The Canterbury Tales. I returned to a position of studious attentiveness for a few minutes before risking a glance back in Quint's direction. He had crossed one leg under the other and was absentmindedly clutching his supple toes in his free hand. There was no way I could ignore this display, and I felt my erection returning as I stared at him. Quint proceeded to run a finger up and down his soft, inviting sole. He then By the end of class I was fully hard.
Fortunately, my boyfriend, Bernie Scott was waiting for me in my next class. I signaled to Ms. Brandon that I wanted relief, and he came up to the front and knelt before me. He started out by kissing the tops of my feet; Bernie shared my predilections in this area. I lifted each foot in turn to let him lick the soles, which by now were gray with dirt from the classroom floors. I loved the sensation of his tongue running over the sensitive skin at the bottom of my feet. It was soon replaced by an even more pleasurable feeling as Bernie took my erection into his mouth. I moaned "Fuck yeah, that feels so good," and tousled his messy blond hair. I was able to hold out longer, due to the relief I had obtained earlier in the morning. However, in due time I shouted "I'm cumming!" and Bernie pulled off just in time for me to ejaculate all over his hair and face. He stood up and we kissed before heading back to our seats.
At lunch, Hunter and Quint introduced us to their cousin Khac. He had evacuated from New Orleans from Hurricane Katrina, and when they discovered that their house was underwater, his parents decided to go ahead and enroll him in school here for the semester.
"It's a shame about all those people with no food or shelter," Tammy Kidman said, "I wish there was something I could do to help them."
"You could do a fundraiser," Khac suggested, "I'm sure the Red Cross and relief agencies could really use more money."
"I have an idea," Hunter said, "we could do a car wash. My youth swim team used to raise a lot of money with them, and I'm sure it would be even more successful if the people doing it were naked."
"Maybe we should start a club to raise money." I suggested, that way we can keep raising money throughout the year. I'm sure they'll still need money after the attention goes away in a few weeks."
Everybody murmured assent, and we decided to see if we could get a teacher to sponsor a club and meet Wednesday afternoon.
"So," I asked Khac, "are you a swimmer?"
"No," he responded, "I do gymnastics. I need to find a gym here actually, so I can stay in shape."
"My sister does gymnastics," said Tammy, "I'll see if there's room for you at her gym."
Lunch ended, and I headed to the gym with Hunter and Khac. Most schools that do The Program make the participants use the opposite sex's locker rooms, but St. Mary's got a lot of preemptive complaints from parents and decided to nix that idea. This was lucky for me, as I got a great view of my classmates changing into their gym clothes while I laced up my shoes. Alas, they didn't let me do gym barefoot, for safety reasons. I noticed that Khac wasn't that bad looking. In particular, he had a very nicely developed chest and arms from all that gymnastics.
We played basketball for 80 minutes and then I hit the showers. Most guys don't shower after gym, they don't want to expose themselves like that, which I guess shows the need for The Program. I noticed that Khac took a shower, and following Hunter's and my lead he did it barefoot. His cock wasn't that bad either, uncut and nicely sized for his age. I wondered why Hunter was circumcised and his cousin wasn't, I'd have to ask them later.
I got out of the shower and walked to my last and most boring class of the day, AP chemistry. I spent the next 90 minutes converting measurements and looking at the clock. Finally, the bell rang and I dressed and drove home to get ready for work. I wait tables at my parents' restaurant. By a stroke of good fortune, several of the teachers from St. Mary's were my first table of the evening, including Ms. Lease, the new English teacher.
"You're friends with Hunter and Jeff, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah, I'm on the swim team with them. They make a really great couple."
"I have Hunter's cousin in my class now, too. It's a shame about their house."
"It's funny you should mention that. We're trying to start a club to raise money for the relief effort and we need faculty sponsors."
"I'd love to do that, what time are you meeting?"
"Wednesday, after school."
"Great, I'll see you then."
When I got off work I texted Hunter that I'd found a sponsor. It was shaping up to be an awesome week.