Part 1: Tuesday

The room was almost in shadow. Drapes and shades darkened the window and the door blocked all light from within the house. But even so, a fraction of the dawn sunlight invaded the darkness and wakened me.

An erection under such circumstances was familiar if not expected. On this specific morning, however, something was different. Slowly, gently, exquisitely slipping across the tip of my cock was not my usual pajama bottoms, but only a bed sheet. In fact, there was nothing between me and the bed covers. Briefly, I was naked.

My balls were already tight against my crotch; that much was certain. My cock was warm and throbbing. I closed my eyes and felt a single drop of fluid slowly emerge and dampen the sheet. A second drop slowly and exquisitely oozed down my cock head. Just to feel the air I pushed the sheet away from my shoulders and down to my waist. A breeze from the window flowed across my chest.

My cock was throbbing now, mindlessly searching for release. Lightly, lightly I touched the head, then the base. Then I sensed the familiar tensing of the prostate, the pumping deep within me, and the pulse of sticky fluid advancing through my shaft.

The first jet was immense. My cock seemed relieved to be rid of it. Then came another just as large, and another. My hand, my cock, my thighs, and the sheets quickly became slippery and musty with it. On and on the came the pulses, the ejaculations, the viscous results. Eyes still closed, I relaxed my upper body and sank into the linens. I thought of naked breasts, naked abs, naked butts, naked pussies. Then of two naked girls in particular.

It had all started innocently enough over the Labor Day weekend. I and my friends, Ben Dare and Dan Thatte, had planned a trip to Dhrystone Lake, where Dan's family had a cottage. It would have been great trip, too, except that Dan wanted to bring his girlfriend, Teah Shurt, and Teah didn't want to be the only girl. So I invited Nadia Blosser, a girl who'd recently seemed interested in me. And just to even the count, Nadia invited her cousin.

Her cousin, to my dismay, was Vivian Vivichelli, a girl I truly hated. She was crude, she taunted me, and she never wore a scrap of clothing. Nadia, at least, usually wore a short skirt and nipple shields.

Things went downhill the moment Vivian appeared. First, she hid my suitcase in Dan's garage, and I arrived at the lake with only a single pair of shorts to wear. Then we went boating and I lost my shorts in the lake. Then my new injection factors kicked in and I became permanently erect. And of course, it was the end of the tourist season and none of the local stores had shorts, pants, or swimsuits in my size. The end result, so to speak, was that I spent Friday afternoon, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday doing something I swore I'd never do. I went about as fully naked as Vivian.

I know, I know; it's completely legal and lots of people do it. But then as now, many more people wore clothes than went naked, and that was my preference as well.

Then, on Sunday morning, a storm arose and threatened to carry away Dan's boat. I tried to save it, but a wave threw me out or the boat and into open water! I probably would have drowned if Vivian hadn't jumped into the turbulent water and saved me.

The storm carried both of us across the lake, and we spent Sunday afternoon and Monday morning stranded on a rocky, secluded, government-preserve beach. Vivian and I were having sex when the NewsChannel 17 helicopter discovered us, and they broadcast the whole escapade statewide. They never gave me any clothes, but they did tape a series of interviews and features. By the time I got home, I was so tired I'd fallen into bed without dressing. That's when one of Ben's new girlfriends, Ginger, called and apologized for the whole escapade getting out of control. Ginger also admitted that she, Nadia, Vivian, and Teah were cousins and co-conspirators.

Maybe it was the thought of Vivian and Nadia, the main perpetrators, or maybe I was finally spent. Either way, the flow of semen finally abated. The erection, of course, remained, and my balls were still pulled in tight. Even in the early morning being physically but not mentally aroused was disorienting.

The previous week, during a routine medical exam, I was too embarrassed to tell the doctor I was spent several hours a day erect. Instead, I told him it was just a few minutes a day, and he'd adjusted my factors accordingly. Voila! Permanent arousal.

So there I was: awake, erect, naked, cum-soaked, and wondering what to do on the first day of school. After a moment's reflection, I found a dry sheet corner, wiped my midsection, and stood up. My cock, of course, extended perfectly forward, straight, and huge. What's more, in the next few weeks, it was due to get 50% larger! First everyone told me everybody was doing it, and then the doctor talked me into it. Can you say double whammy?

By sheer force of habit I checked my PDA for messages. There were over 200! Methodically, I began filtering them.

Over half were from girls who'd seen me naked on television the previous day and liked the way I looked. So what's a guy to do? I stored them in a folder named Girls.

The next category was from advertisers. Most were from people wanting to sell me and Vivian compasses, pocket knives, boats, shovels, camping gear, satellite phones, condoms, potency aids, herbal enlargement creams, and every other kind of gear you can imagine. I discarded all of them.

A few advertisers wanted me and Vivian to do commercials and other promotions. I stored these under Opportunities.

The one remaining item was a broadcast message from Ms. Sprite, the girls' (and temporarily the boys') swim-team coach.

"Hi, swimmers. This is Ms. Sprite," she began. "I just want you to know that the new pool passed health inspection over the weekend, and that it'll be open for workouts starting Tuesday morning at seven o'clock. Workouts are voluntary at this point, but I hope to see you all there. Athletic dress code will be in force. Go, Bald Mountain!"

That was the message I was looking for! And it was already six-thirty!

Still somewhat groggy, I reviewed my options for getting to the bathroom with dignity. It was bad enough being sticky, but in addition I was hard, really hard. I could feel the pressure inside my cock, the engorged tissue, the inner heat. Occasionally it twitched, occasionally it issued a drop, and occasionally it seemed primed to issue more. And jerking off again wouldn't make a damn bit of difference.

I could sneak down the hall naked, but someone might come. I could wear a robe but my newly-permanent erection could pop out at any moment. I could wrap a towel around myself, except that I didn't have one. I could put on a swimsuit or shorts, but I only had a few clean pairs. Vivian had hidden the rest in Dan's garage just before we left for the lake.

The twins, Effie and Jeffie, solved my dilemma. Without a care in the world they emerged from their room, strolled naked down the hallway, and took over the bath. Moments later I heard the toilet flush, and then the shower begin to run.

For years I'd wondered how the two of them managed to pee in the same time that one normal person would take. The fact that they were girl and boy made it even stranger.

In any event, it seemed I'd be taking my shower at school. Squeezing my erection into underwear and a pair of shorts was a delicate proposition, but somehow I managed. Bending over to tie my shoes was out of the question, so I shoved my feet into a pair of sandals. A t-shirt and my PDA completed the outfit.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, I discovered my mom sitting naked at the kitchen table. My dad was wearing a tank top.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Adam," said my mom. "I'll get something to wear." She knew I didn't like being around naked people, especially her. It just seemed weird -- weird and conflicting.

"That's OK, I have swim workouts in twenty minutes," I explained, hurrying toward the door.

"Call me at the office if anything comes up," she reminded me. I don't think she was trying to be funny.

"Have a good day," said my dad.

"Will do," I replied just before the door closed. Then I eased carefully into my car, gave it my password, and backed onto the street. At the next red light, I told my PDA to call Ben.

"Adam, dude, what's hangin?" Ben answered. The video showed nothing but a pair of thighs and some girl's butt crack.

"Uh, you wanna move your wrist?" I suggested.

"Oh yeah, sorry, man." As Ben moved his arm, I saw some hips go by, then a breast, then four hands on his chest and abs, then finally his face. It seemed unusually pinkish.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Where am I?" Ben asked.

"My house," said a girl who was off-camera.

"Heather's house," Ben replied. Heather belonged to a quartet of volleyball players Ben had met over the weekend. Each of them was six feet or taller with powerful thighs, trim hips, square shoulders, and a tiny but supple waist. You know the type; for some reason, the entire package goes by the name volleyball butt. All four girls played for Outer Midlands High School, one of our conference opponents.

"It's the first day of school. Are you going to make it?" I asked.

"I dunno, man. I'm gonna try for a little while but I'm kinda used up, you know? I might head over to school pretty soon. I mean, it's the first day and everything."

"Call me when you have a chance, OK?"

"I'm sore there. Can you move a little to the right?" asked Ben.

"Ben, call me when you have a chance," I urged.

"OK, that's good," he replied before disconnecting. And some people still believe techies and geeks can't get girls.

After I got to school and parked, I told my PDA to record a private voicemail for Ben. That meant his PDA wouldn't ring, and it would only play the message through the earpiece. This would stop the volleyball gang from listening in.

"Ben, this is Adam," I began. "I need to ask you for a favor." Then, I briefly explained what I had in mind and gave the Send command.

My teammate Ethan, his girlfriend Caitlin, and a half dozen other swimmers were waiting outside the gym.

"Hey, Adam, how's it hanging, guy?" Ethan began. He, Caitlin, and a junior named Olivia had arrived naked. The rest, like me, were clothed.

"Good, but dude, where are your clothes?" I responded. I'd never seen them go naked except Ethan in the locker room, and both of them swimming indoors at the Y last week.

"Ah, we were playing tennis with Penny and Nick on Saturday," Ethan explained.

"Strip tennis," added Caitlin.

"I take it you lost big," I observed.

"Well, yeah, somehow we got down to nothing, and Penny and Nick were going to make us go home naked. So to keep playing, we bet that if we lost the next game, we'd stay naked for 24 hours.

"So how many games did you lose?"

"Well, four, but we were playing double or nothing. We ended up owing them eight days."

"Ah, Ethan, aren't both Penny and Nick on the tennis team?"

"Well, yeah, but I thought they were getting tired," Ethan explained. I thought he was smarter than that.

"What about you, Caitlin?" I asked. "I though you went to Central Outlands High School."

"My parents moved and I transferred," she explained.

"Any sign of Ms. Sprite?" I asked.

"No. Otherwise we'd be inside," said Ethan.

"We saw you on television yesterday," said Caitlin. "That was some adventure you and that girl Vivian had. But, Adam, you've been hiding yourself! I like the way you looked. Too bad you got dressed today."

"This is what I'm used to, Caitlin. And look around; I'm not the only one."

"That's OK, I'll see you later," Caitlin teased. "Athletic dress code, you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"I bet you're getting a lot of messages from girls."

"You might say that," I confirmed.

Someone -- I suppose her husband -- dropped Ms. Sprite off at the curb. She gave him a kiss, then headed for the gym wearing nothing but a smile and her PDA. At the door, she signaled her PDA to transmit the access code, and then we all went in. A few more swimmers emerged from their cars, from the bushes, from under the football bleachers, and in one case, from the statue of Colonel Baldy sitting on his mule.

Ms. Sprite opened the doors to the locker room, then turned on the lights and waved us in. Then, she stood on one of the benches and started making announcements.

"Good morning, swimmers. I'm glad you see you made it here this morning," she began. A couple of people snickered, then she continued.

"Even though fall swimming hasn't formally begun, conference rules state that closed workouts like we're having this morning qualify as practice for sanctioned competition. You know what that means. Because competition is naked this year, practices have to be naked. And since you have to be naked, so do I. Like it or not, those are the rules and if you want to compete, we all have to follow them.

"So, those of you who are still wearing clothes, get 'em off. If you're sticky, take a quick shower. I'll meet you in five minutes at the pool bleachers. Any questions?"

"Is this the only locker room?"

"No, there's another one for gym classes," Ms. Sprite replied. "This one is only for athletes, cheerleaders, the dance team, and so forth."

"Where should we put our clothes?"

"You can leave them on a bench, or stuff them in a basket over there by the wall, or put them in your regular hall locker. Hopefully, we won't have to worry about team members stealing from each other. OK, let's go!"

The locker room itself was a single large space with clusters of benches, trainer's equipment, urinals, toilets, and bidets scattered almost randomly. The toilet and bidet stalls had those new partitions that were only three feet high, and no doors.

The showers were all in one corner, some against the wall and some just hanging from ceiling. A few near the ends had wands rather than fixed shower heads. Along the other walls were banks of locker baskets and some video screens.

Hurriedly I stuffed my clothes into a basket and headed for the shower I'd missed at home. I found a spot against the wall and was starting to take some soap when Olivia, who'd been with Ethan and Caitlin, appeared next to me and turned on the water.

"Do you mind?" she asked after I'd taken a quick peek at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I apologized.

"No, I mean, do you mind if I take this space?"

"Oh, no, go right ahead," I allowed. And with that, Olivia took a squirt of soap in each hand and started scrubbing me down!

"I like the way you look," she replied to my puzzled expression.

"Uh, you too," I replied. She was tall, thin, and Hispanic, with short black hair and creamy olive skin. Like nearly all swimmers, she was hairless from the neck down. She had that swimmer's physique, too: wide shoulders, plenty of lung capacity, hard abs, and muscular thighs. Her breasts were on the small side, especially on her muscular chest, but they looked softer than most athletes'. She had a pleasant oval face with brown eyes and a friendly smile. That face moved within inches of mine, then her bare hands began scrubbing my chest and sides.

"Is this going to be a one-way?" she asked.

"I dunno. Do you have any cousins?"

"Just one, but I never see him. He lives, like, a thousand miles away," she replied with some surprise.

"All righty, then. Anyplace in particular?"

"Dull Forks, Montana. What difference does it make?"

"No, I mean, is there anyplace in particular you'd like me to scrub?" By then she'd reached my abs and was working toward my butt.

"Follow my lead," she encouraged, so I began scrubbing her chest and sides. Especially her chest. Once her nipples were sudsy, they stiffened and she rubbed them against my slippery chest. I took more soap and began scrubbing her butt. She jumped when I got to her crack, then relaxed and moved to my front.

I was just about to scrub Olivia's pussy when it was my turn to jump. There, beneath the next shower head, were Ethan and Caitlin getting just as clean as us! Ethan was looking over Caitlin's shoulder and giving me a thumbs up! That's when I remembered how many other swimmers were taking showers, and realized how many might be watching Olivia and me.

Olivia, by this time, was scrubbing my cock with enthusiasm. In the interest of fairness, I gently pulled her toward me and began scrubbing her pussy. It was hard to tell if she was wet from the scrubbing, the sudsing, or the shower. Then I found her clitoris and all doubt disappeared. "Yes!" she screamed, then "Yes, that's it! More! More! Oh, Adam, yes! Ah! Oh shit! Yes! Ooooh! Yes! Aaaah!" or words to that effect. Then she let loose the biggest scream of all. It echoed throughout the locker room!

The room seemed strangely silent for a few seconds, during which Olivia finished me off. Even with my eyes closed, I was sure everyone in the place was watching. Then we rinsed and the others resumed their scrubbing.

"I thought you came," Olivia stated quietly.

"I did. It was good," I replied.

"Then why are you still hard?"

"There was a mix-up with my injection. I'm gonna be hard for six months."

"How cool!"

"Well, I better pee while I have the chance," I remarked with some embarrassment.

"OK, go," ordered Olivia, pointing my cock away from her.

"You mean here in the shower, with you?"

"OK, sure, with me," she replied with piss already running down her leg.

"This is gonna be hard."

"I already noticed that. What's the matter, you never peed in a shower before?"

"Uh, not very often," I admitted. I really did need to pee, though, so I tried to ignore Olivia's hand and eventually did it. The water at our feet ran yellow for a few seconds, then we rinsed ourselves and the immediate area clean. Olivia turned off both our shower heads.

"Are there any towels?" I asked no one in particular.

"It doesn't matter. In a couple of minutes we'll be swimming anyway. Hey, you wanna be shower partners?"

"You mean, always take showers together?"

"Yeah, that was fun, don't you think? I mean, it would only be for showering. We'd probably have other friends away from practice."

"I guess we could try it for a while," I decided. She was hard to resist there, all wet, and smiling, and naked, and clean, and everything.

It seemed incredibly odd to walk straight into the hallway wet and naked from the showers, but I told myself these were the new rules and I needed to get used to them. Then we walked naked into the pool area and parked our wet naked butts on the bleacher seats. They were cold. Olivia sat next to me, and for a second I thought she was going to hold my cock again. But instead, she folded her arms.

By the time the last swimmers had filed in, it was seven-fifteen. Ms. Sprite stepped in front of the bleachers and had a few more words to say.

"First I want to point out that most of you wasted your first fifteen minutes of workouts this morning," she began. "I know a lot of things are new today but I encourage you not to waste pool time. This is a nice new pool and it's going to be booked up. That means you need to take advantage of whatever time you can get.

"Now, these are just workouts today. Concentrate on your strokes and your breathing, and don't overdo it. Take turns on the lanes, and watch the person in the water ahead of you. We're not going to bring in lifeguards when most of you are better swimmers than anyone we could hire. Instead, we're going to be responsible as a team for our own safety. I'll be here most of the time but don't let that stop you if someone gets a cramp or misses a dive or whatever.

"As to the new athletic dress code, I assure you that came from the conference and not from me. I know that being naked is just as new for many of you as it is for me, but we all have to get used to it. Someday swimsuits may be permitted or even required again, but it's not going to happen this year. If you want my advice, try not to think about it. I know that's going to be hard, especially because many of us haven't seen each other this way before. But if other schools and other conferences have gotten over it, so can we. Any questions?"

"Where's Mr. Bythos?"

"He resigned. We're looking for a replacement."

"Are the boys' and girls' teams going to keep practicing together?"

"Yes, and all the meets will be co-ed as well. Separate events, same meets. Anything else?"

There wasn't, so Ms. Sprite ordered us into the pool. I let Olivia take a lap before me, then braced for my first naked, erect entry dive.

Actually, it wasn't too bad. The pool was filled with soft water, the aerators were bubbling, and the water flowed smoothly around my dick and balls. The effect of entry was nothing like the hard slap I'd feared. As to swimming, the warm pool water was much better than the cold choppy water in the lake. I felt one with the water flowing around me much more than I had in a suit.

After two laps I climbed out of the pool and headed back to the starting block. Liberating as swimming naked had been, walking naked around the pool deck seemed awkward and embarrassing.

Ethan and Caitlin lined up on the same block that Olivia and I were using. Caitlin had entered the water behind me, and Ethan was next. That put me in line behind Olivia whose behind, I noticed, wasn't half bad. If I hadn't already been erect, I would've become so.

"I saw you and Vivian on the news yesterday," Olivia remarked, turning around to face me. Her front wasn't half bad either.

"I've been getting that a lot," I replied, remembering all the messages on my PDA. "Do you know Vivian?" Things were progressing way too easily.

"No, not really. I mean, she's a year ahead of me, and she doesn't seem like a very nice person."

"I'd have to agree with you there."

"But then why were you together and screwing?"

"A bad situation got worse, then we were scared and alone. That's all."

Caitlin was climbing out of our lane and looking damn good doing it. As soon as she was clear, Ethan took his dive. That left me standing between two wet naked girls, a situation that definitely had its merits.

Ethan finished two laps and then, in classic relay style, Olivia dove. The thought of wet, naked girls hurling themselves through the air had never occurred to me, but I liked the concept. The sight of Olivia's naked body slicing though the crystal-clear water had its strong points as well.

The four of us fell into a rhythm of diving, swimming, emerging, and repeating. None of us spoke more than a few words at time, nor did the swimmers in the other lanes. I was in such a zone that my own nakedness and that of those around me occupied little of my attention. We were one with the water; that was all.

At 8:10 Ms. Sprite gave us a five-minute warning, then at 8:15 she ended the workout. Only then did I notice that an audience of about 30 clothed students had entered the pool area to watch us. Olivia waved to two of them and told me their names were Serena Sanchez and Rita Rodriguez. They each gave me a couple of once-overs, then waved back.

When we got back to the locker room, we discovered that a group of about twenty girls had moved in. Most were naked, and the rest were undressing rapidly. One of them was Vivian's friend, Crystal, who I'd last seen a week earlier at the city pool. It seemed more like seven years than seven days.

"Do you know what's with those girls?" I asked Olivia.

"I know two of them are in the pompom squad," she replied.

"Is one of them the platinum blonde there with the pink eye shadow?"

"No, I don't know her. Do you?"

"Just a little, and even that's unfortunate," I replied. "I know she was on the pompom squad last year, though. Is that older naked woman a teacher?"

"The one handing out the puce and chartreuse uniforms? That's Ms. Leap, the pompom director."

"That's a uniform? Chokers, wrist bands, and ankle socks? OK, so this is definitely the pompom squad. Yeah, rah, no excuse; let's go, puce and chartreuse! Fabulous. Well, I need to get this chlorine off me."

"Me too," Olivia announced brightly, and thus our second shared shower came to pass. It was a quickie, meaning no funny business, although we did dry each other off.

Without getting dressed, Olivia joined Serena and Rita outside the locker room door. Then, amid much whispering and giggling, all three departed for their first period classes.

I had no trouble locating my locker basket, but the contents were another matter. Everything except my PDA and sandals was missing! I checked the entire area but my underwear, shirt, and shorts were definitely gone!

Desperately I searched the entire locker room, which by then was nearly empty. There were about 20 locked baskets containing clothes the pompom girls had left behind, plus a couple pairs of panties and a see-through blouse. Nothing of mine, and nothing that would help me!

Desperate for some solution, I hurriedly searched for Ms. Sprite's office. This, however, led to yet another shock.

Instead of normal office furniture, Ms. Sprite's office had two facing daybeds on opposite walls. Each daybed was quite flat and had cushions against the wall for sitting. Ms. Sprite's daybed also had a swing-away computer screen. Ms. Sprite was using the computer with one hand and fingering herself with the other.

"Uh, Ms. Sprite, can I speak with you a minute?" I asked.

"Certainly, Adam. Sit down anywhere. What is it?" she replied, swinging away the computer screen but continuing to finger herself.

I decided to take the daybed across from her. Even with the bolster cushions, it was deep enough that I had to sit Indian-style.

"I think someone stole my clothes during workouts this morning."

"Do you have any idea who would do such a thing?" Her whole finger was buried and constantly moving.

"Well, anyone could have gone in and out of there. Vivian Vivichelli hid some clothes of mine last week, and I saw her friend Crystal in there with the pompom squad. But I don't have any proof. I hope it wasn't anyone on the swim team."

"I hope so, too. Look, Adam, if you don't have any evidence against anyone, there's not much we can do. For obvious reasons, there are no surveillance cameras in the locker rooms. We'll just have to keep an eye out." Now it was two fingers.

"Can I go home and get some clothes?"

"Why would you? The school has no dress code anymore."

"Well, nevertheless, I choose not to go naked. Can I have a pass to go home and get some clothes?"

By now, Ms. Sprite was fingering herself harder than ever. "Adam... you don't... need clothes to... go to class. I'm... oh... not giving you... a pass," she gasped. "What's... your first... class?"

"It's gym."

"OK... Wait just a... minute and we'll... walk together... Oh shit! Ohhhh!" She exclaimed, finishing herself off. If we'd had a few more minutes, I might have joined her.

It was 8:29. Ms. Sprite took a quick hand shower, dried herself, and jogged with me to the gym. We entered just as the 8:30 bell rang.

Period 1 - Gym

"Good morning, class. Please take a seat in the bleachers," Ms. Sprite began. "There will be no activities today, just announcements."

You might think that since I'd been naked for most of the past four days and then for swim workouts, I would've grown accustomed to it. I might have, too, except that out of thirty students in the class, twenty-six were dressed. So once again I felt very alone and embarrassed.

The other three naked students were Crystal, another pompom girl, and an ordinary-looking kid I didn't know. All three of them were sitting in the last row of bleachers, and therefore so did I. For one thing, there was safety in numbers. For another, I didn't want the rest of the class staring at my naked backside all period.

I didn't feel like sitting next to the other naked guy, so I took the opposite end of the row. Then, to my surprise, Crystal slid next to me. She slid close, too: shoulder to shoulder, hip-to-hip, and thigh-to-thigh. The other pompom girl followed Crystal to my end of the row but didn't sit down.

"You're Adam Jonson, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, that's right," I replied, wondering where this was headed.

"Well, my name's Crystal. I guess you've seen me around. Do you know Kristin?" she asked, indicating the other pompom girl.

"No, I don't think so," I replied.

"Well, Kristin this is Adam Jonson. He's on the swim team. Adam, this is Kristin Schaik, pompom."

"Hi," Kristin and I said to each other, then Kristin sat down and Ms. Sprite began her announcements.

"First of all, welcome back to Bald Mountain High School. My name is Avina Sprite and I expect to lead this class all year. Class will begin promptly at 8:30 and end at 9:50. Don't be tardy and don't leave early, or it'll count against you.