Tyler Naked in School
Chapter 1

Copyright© 2013 by Jean-Marc Tabs

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Tyler Spano is the "new guy" at Shermer High. Coming from an all boy's school, he's unsure how this will turn out. Will he make new friends or will people reject him? Will the new program speed his integration process? This new story from the famous Naked In School universe is my first take on it. This is a work in progress. Be warned that there will be many sexual situations in this story, and notably lots of cum play.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Female   First   Oral Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Cream Pie   Teacher/Student   Public Sex   Slow   School  

Pre-Program Week


New town, new school, new grade ... new everything. This is a total change of scenery, a new life, a second chance. The downside is I have no idea how this will turnout, but the prospect is also full of opportunities to be seized. I'm starting with a clean slate here.

My name is Tyler Spano, I'm a 15 years old, 6"2, 180 lbs sophomore. I'm of Italian and Scandinavian heritage, fair skinned with dark hair. I've been a swimmer for a few years, I like rock music and singing, but pretty shy about it. The swimming helps me with my fitness but other than that, I'm a pretty regular guy.

I just relocated from Los Angeles after my parents divorced. It happened in January of this year but Mom chose to wait for the school year to end to come to this new town, Hartfield, to live closer to her side of the family.

I'm just not sure what to think about all this. The divorce had been a long time coming actually. My parents made sure to protect my sister Lindsey and I from their problems the best they could, but everybody in the family knew it would happen eventually. They were nice enough to make the divorce go smoothly, and I was grateful to them for it. They realized that whatever happened, they'd always be Mom and Dad to us.

I didn't mind changing schools. Last year, Dad put me in a renowned private high school in L.A., Loyola, thinking I'd make friends with boys from rich families and make connections that would help my network later in life. He had meant well but I had soon found that most of them were really pricks who never accepted me as their own. They knew I didn't come from their world. I was soon cast aside by them as well as by teachers who weren't better. I had a reputation as a good for nothing bad boy. I didn't have many friends.

Oh by the way, I forgot one small detail about Loyola: it was an all boys school.

This new town, Hartfield, was more like your typical suburban area, the kind of place where nothing happens ever. I would surely miss the weather of L.A., the beach, the city. On the other hand, I traded these for a chance at a new reputation, the opportunity to make new friends ... and most importantly: girls! Man, did I miss them last year.

The high school I was being sent to was supposedly pretty high standard. Maybe not as prestigious as Loyola but good enough, I guess. My parents told me the facilities were up to date and they had lots of activities available for students.

So, I hoped for the best but to be honest, it was the big unknown. I knew what I was leaving but I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn't know anybody. The first day at school is always stressful, but this time I was integrating this new school as a sophomore. I would be "the new guy". I was all too aware of that.

My sister's middle school was adjacent to my high school so Mom drove us together for our first day. We arrived on campus 15 minutes early. A lot of people were already there. This new school had to be about a thousand students big, and the campus looked pretty nice. Most of the students around me were gathering in small groups. It was a little bit overwhelming, all this people. I caught a few glimpses of conversations. They were mostly talking about their respective summer vacations, and generally happy to see each other.

The bright side was of course the many groups of girls, in all shapes and forms. I noticed a few of them were particularly to my liking, and hoped I'd have them in some of my classes. It's not like I'd have the balls to ask a girl out this year, I was just happy to be around them at this point. I then realized how my years in an all boys school made them look like aliens to me. Beautiful aliens. They were also very different from how I remembered them from 8th grade ... they had grown a LOT.

The first day was just a morning with no real classes, just a way to get us acquainted with the school and everything we needed to know, the teachers, etc ... They'd give us the school Code of Conduct and administrative papers.

I entered my first class and sit down at an empty desk. We were greeted by a woman in her mid-forties, greeting us with a forced smile. She looked uncomfortable but friendly.

She wrote her name on the board.

"Good morning everybody, I am Mrs. Masterson. I will be your English teacher this year. Today we will discuss everything you need to know about this coming school year. I will also be giving you all the papers you need, including the school's Code of Conduct and a map of the school, very useful for new students...

"On that topic, before I start with everything, I recognize some of you from last year but are there any new pupils in the class?" I raised my hand. I was the only one. She asked me to come up in front of the class.

"Hello, can you tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?"

"Well, my name is Tyler Spano, but people call me Ty. I'm 15, and I come from California. I relocated to Hartfield this summer and, well, here I am."

"Thank you Tyler," turning to the class. "Now, since you all know the campus already, I would like all of you to welcome Tyler to the school and show him how great people are here at Shermer High. Entering a new school can be a stressful and confusing experience, so I'm counting on all of you. Thank you Tyler." With that I came back to my seat, blushing mildly. For sure I was the "new guy" already.

At 10:00 am between classes, I was alone trying to look busy when a few of the guys came to say hello to me. We introduced ourselves and they welcomed me. I wasn't expecting that at all. That was nice, I wasn't used to that kind of treatment at Loyola. The obvious "leader" of the group, J.R., brown haired, approximately my height, invited me to lunch with them. I had planned on coming home but I agreed.

The morning passed quicker than I thought and then we went to lunch. They showed me the way to the cafeteria. Actually, they showed me where everything was. Great to have someone to to help with these things.

At lunch, I had the opportunity to learn more about each of them. J.R. of course, Jake and Vince that were with him. Soon, more guys showed up that I hadn't seen before and J.R. introduced me to everyone. They were all nice to me and after a while, we were comparing schedules to see what classes we had with whom. I felt like I was part of the group. What a change.

At one point, I told them about my story and they were surprised that I had been in an all boys school. "So, how do you find all the fine ladies we have here at Shermer?" J.R. asked.

Looking around, I told him, "Let me tell you, I feel like a kid in a candy shop right now." They laughed.

All in all, it was a pretty great day. Coming home, all prior doubts I had had vanished and I was really thrilled to be in this new school and this new environment.

This is going to be a great year.


Thursday and Friday were regular days, nice weather! I had the opportunity to meet most of my teachers.

Still, I think there's something worth mentioning. Apparently, there was something pretty strange about the teachers. Well, not them per se, but the word around school was that many teachers from the years before were simply gone. J.R. told me that we dodged a few bullets, as some of those that were gone were the "bad", older, stricter ones.

The consequence being that there were a lot of new (and younger) teachers.

I couldn't bring myself to see that as a bad thing, but some people wondered what could have happened during summer for so many changes to happen at school. They wondered if it meant something bigger was coming.

Some rumors started to spread but I didn't pay much attention to them. As a new guy, I wasn't aware of all the gossip that spread around school anyway. Not that I cared.

J.R. gave me the run-down about our teachers, at least those he knew. That was welcome.

From what he told me, there was one that I was especially eager to meet: Mrs. Cox, our P.E. teacher. J.R. simply told me that EVERY GUY in school lusted after her. Even the gay ones, he added. I must say, when I finally saw her, I understood why he would say that.

Apparently, she always wore skin tight outfits with tiny tank tops or just sports bras. She definitely had the body for that. Her tops revealed her well-defined, toned tummy without an ounce of fat. Her breasts were a handful. She was gorgeous, with an angelic face and a body to die for.

Usually, she wore her long, flowing brown hair in a ponytail under a cap and sunglasses that covered her gorgeous green eyes. Maybe she thought if gave her a more serious or military look. If I had to compare her to anyone, I would say she reminded me of the video game character Lara Croft (NOT the movie version).

Concerning the students, I must say I didn't get over my first impression of the girls. I felt so happy just to be around them. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them and it worried me that my grades might suffer from that. Well, realistically I would get used to them sooner or later, but right now I often felt like a pervert.

I had a few interactions with girls over the two days, but no real conversation. I caught a few glances from girls a couple of times, but I wouldn't dare believe that it could even remotely be some kind of attraction towards me. I was shy, I admit, and oblivious to the potential signs a girl sends to a guy she likes.

J.R. saw that and he was having a lot of fun seeing how aloof and awkward I acted around girls. It was all in good fun.

On Friday, the school officials announced the start of the year ceremony on Monday, at 9:00.

J.R. told me that it was an usual event that took place every year, where the whole school gathered at the auditorium to meet the dean, where they advertised the school and all the activities that were available. We agreed to meet at the door on Monday morning so they'd show me the way to the auditorium.

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