Chapter 1B

When the bell rang, I waited behind for Zoe. We were the last two to leave the classroom and head to Drama class. I wondered the entire way if Peyton would be there or if she would be ditching the rest of her classes with me for the day. I was surprised to see Peyton in the classroom. She had moved herself next to Clarissa. I was happy to see Clarissa talking her ear off.

There were several students staring at Zoe and me when we came in. I was happy to find that some of the embarrassment was wearing off. That was good, because what I was going to do next was going to be extremely embarrassing. There was one way that it could be much less embarrassing. I would see how well Clarissa did with her talk.

After Zoe and I got settled, Mr. Sykes got the class under control.

"I see we have two Program participants with us today," said Mr. Sykes dramatically. "I am supposed to offer you two the option of relief. Would either of you like to request it?"

I reluctantly raised my hand. I heard Peyton gasp from across the room.

"Jake, come on down to the stage," said Mr. Sykes. "You are a brave, brave man."

I walked down to the small wooden stage that was in the center of the class. My entire body was shaking with fear. The one thing that kept me going was my enhanced state of arousal thanks to Clarissa and Jenny.

"Would you like assistance, Jake?"

I nodded.

"Are there any volunteers to get young Mr. Lawrence off so we can begin our class?"

Several hands shot up. I looked specifically at Peyton. Her hand was not up. In fact, she turned away from me when I looked at her. I looked over at Zoe. Her hand went up when I looked at her. I noticed a look of sympathy on her face. Anger began to course through my veins. I quickly forgot that I was naked, on stage, in front of every one. Spite took over my entire being.

"I take it back," I said angrily. "I'll do it myself."

I grabbed my cock and started stroking it with vigor. The entire time I stared down Peyton. Peyton, of course, did not return the stare. I saw Clarissa looking back at me with the same sympathy that Zoe had.

"Look at me, Peyton," I said with venom.

Several of the class members turned to look at Peyton. Peyton looked at me and started crying hysterically.

I felt my cock softening in my hand. I no longer was aroused. I think it would have taken an act of God to get me aroused at that point.

"Fuck it," I said, walking off the stage.

"Jake, watch your language!" exclaimed Mr. Sykes.

I walked right up the door and opened it. As I left the room, I heard Peyton crying again, even more hysterically now. I slammed the door behind me and went to the other end of the hallway. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor and started bawling. Peyton outright rejected me when there were several other girls willing to do the deed with me. I knew then that I had lost her for good.

I heard the door open again and shut. I didn't look up to see who it was.

"What was that all about, Jake?" asked Mr. Sykes.

I didn't answer. All I could do was cry.

"Jake, you know if you don't return to the room I can send you to the office. It is likely that they would make you do the Program an extra week."

"Fuck the Program," I spat.

"What has gotten into you, Jake? You've already turned out to be one of my best students in class."

"This fucking Program has cost me my girlfriend," I spat.

"That's why Peyton was so upset," said Mr. Sykes.

Mr. Sykes knelt down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. While it was a little weird to have a guy putting his hand on my shoulder when I was naked, I made no move to get it off.

"Jake, you can't just walk out of class. You and Peyton need to work out your differences during lunch today or tonight so that this isn't disrupting classes."

"That's the thing," I yelled. "I wasn't given any time to prepare her for this or talk to her about it. They just sprang it on me this morning."

Mr. Sykes sighed deeply and clapped my shoulder.

"Wait here," he said as he stood up and walked back to the door. "Peyton, could you come out here please?"

After a few minutes, Peyton came out of the classroom. She was still in tears.

"You two need to work this out," said Mr. Sykes. "You have this entire class period to work things out. I won't mark you absent. I expect that there won't be a repeat performance of this tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Sykes," I said meekly.

Peyton didn't say a word.

Mr. Sykes went back into the classroom, leaving Peyton and I in the hallway. Peyton was still sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. She reacted like I had acid on my hands and yanked herself away from me.

"What is your fucking problem with me?" I yelled.

Peyton was crying harder now.

"You don't even care about my feelings, do you?" sobbed Peyton.

"My feelings? You aren't the one naked in school today. I really could have used some support from the person that supposedly loves me."

"I'm not ready for all of this," cried Peyton.

"Well, guess what? I didn't have a fucking choice about this either, Peyton."

"Why are you getting like this?" sobbed Peyton.

"Because you just rejected me in class, Peyton. You had your chance to make things right."

"You had no right to test me like that!" exclaimed Peyton.

"Four years, Peyton. We've been dating for four years. When are you gonna be ready?"

"You know how I feel about sex, Jake," Peyton whimpered.

"Do you even love me, Peyton?"

"What about you?" Peyton screamed in retort.

"You know I love you," I said.

"I love you, too, Jake. I'm just not ready to have sex with you and all of that."

"Peyton, there are gonna be people this week that are gonna want to touch me and do other things. I can't tell these people no. I would prefer if we do some of these things first before these other people do them to me."

"Go ahead and do them," said Peyton. "Just don't go past the rules of the Program."

"You aren't getting this, are you? I want to do these things with you first because I love you."

"It's not going to happen, Jake," sobbed Peyton.

"Then you don't really care what I feel," I said.

"You don't care what I feel," said Peyton. "How many times must I say that I'm not ready?"

"Fine," I spat. "We're gonna play by your rules then. I'm gonna play along by the rules of the school and of the Program. The rules don't keep me from getting relief from other people during class. Next time I ask for relief, I will pick whoever has their hand up."

"You can't do that!" exclaimed Peyton.

"You said as long as I stayed within the rules of the Program."

"I didn't mean..."

"It's that or you help me with my relief. I'm getting it one way or the other."

"You could just do it yourself," Peyton whimpered.

"You're really funny, Peyton," I said.

"Fine, then let those other girls get you off," spat Peyton. "I don't care."

Peyton dashed down the hallway in a fit of tears. I thought about following her, but she would just outrun me and I would look stupid chasing the fastest girl in cross country at Clearwater High School while naked.

I decided to just mope in the hallway until the next class started. I was actually amazed that no teachers came down the hallway the entire time I was there. I probably would have caught hell if there had been. When the bell rang, I got up and headed to my next class, gym.

I felt a little empty not having Zoe with me for my walk to gym class. I was starting to realize how good this whole partner thing really was. I definitely could use the support right now.

Clarissa ended up catching up with me on the way to class, however.

"Hey, Jake," said Clarissa as she grabbed my butt. I jumped about ten feet in the air from the sudden attention.

"You're supposed to ask first," I said, glaring back at her.

"Whoa, sorry," said Clarissa, holding up her hands in mock surrender.

"I'm sorry, Clarissa. I think Peyton and I are done."

"Jesus," Clarissa whispered.

"We were just fine when we came into school today, and then this damned Program changed everything."

"I'm sorry," said Clarissa.

"I know you're Peyton's friend and all..."

"Jake, I'm your friend, too. I'm a little pissed at the way she's treating you, anyways. She knows how I feel. She got an earful before Drama class."

"It still doesn't make me feel any better about any of this," I said. "Fact is, I lost my best friend today."

"I know," said Clarissa as she draped her arm around me. "I do have some good news for you, though."

"What's that?"

"You get to see me naked after gym class," said Clarissa with a giggle.

I had completely forgotten about showering with the girls after gym. I wondered how all the girls were going to feel with a naked boy amongst them in the shower. Probably a lot like I felt during first period when I was first undressed and huddled with the other naked students.

"I guess that's something to look forward to," I said with a forced smile.

"Jake, I'm here for you if you need anything. I'm being serious now. I've always considered you a good friend. If you need to talk I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Clarissa."

Clarissa hugged me tightly, causing me to once again get hard.

"Oooh," said Clarissa with a giggle. "I made it happy again."

"You're terrible, you know that?"

All Clarissa could do was laugh at me.

"Hey Jake!" exclaimed Jesse Alvarez, one of my good friends. "Nice to SEE you!"

"Fuck you, Jesse," I said playfully.

"What happened in Drama today, man?"

"Peyton's being a bitch about this whole Program thing," I said.

"Hey now," said Clarissa. "I'm on your side, but I still don't want you calling my friend a bitch."

"If the shoe fits," I said.

Clarissa sighed and threw up her hands in surrender.

"So, what's it like being naked all day?"

"It sucks," I said.

"It won't suck after gym class today," said Jesse. "Think about all that pussy you're gonna get to see."

"Jesse Alvarez!" exclaimed Clarissa.

"Oh, sorry," said Jesse sheepishly. I could swear he was trying to contain a giggle.

"I'll see you in class," said Clarissa as she headed off to the girl's locker room.

I realized then that I wouldn't be going to the locker room before class today. Jesse punched me in the arm and told me that he would see me at lunchtime. He was in a different gym unit than I was. I was doing gymnastics and he was doing track and field.

I headed upstairs to the gym balcony. The balcony was a huge area on top of the locker rooms that overlooked the entire gym and had the weight training area and the gymnastics equipment. Miss Steinberg, my teacher was already up there. So was Madison.

"Hi, Jake," said Madison in a singsong manner.

"Hi, Madison."

"I saw what happened in Biology with your girlfriend. Is everything okay?"

Madison was concerned about my girlfriend and me? Something wasn't right about this situation.

"I think we broke up this morning," I said.

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Madison.

"Don't worry about it," I said. Truth was, I really didn't like Madison and I didn't want to talk to her. While most guys would give their right nut to be with her, I saw right through her.

I looked at Miss Steinberg. She was checking out Madison. I tried to contain a giggle. The entire school knew she was a closet lesbian.

Gym class turned out to be quite interesting. In order to prove a point, Miss Steinberg stripped off her clothes and did a few gymnastics routines. She claimed it was easier to do it in the nude than clothed. I thought differently, with a hard cock that kept getting in the way. Still, Miss Steinberg was quite a looker, and of course Madison was too. Having those two doing splits and rolls and other gymnastics feats all period got me hornier than a pit bull in heat.

Once class was over I headed to the locker room. Before I entered, Madison approached me

"You look pretty hard there," Madison said seductively.

"Yeah, well watching you and Miss Steinberg doing the splits has kept me this way," I said with a chuckle.

"Maybe I could take care of that for you," said Madison.

"I really don't think..."

My words were interrupted by Madison's hand gliding over the shaft of my cock. I moaned deeply as she eased her hand back down to my balls.

"Madison, I really don't think that this is..."

Madison was on her knees now. Her tongue lashing out across the tip of my manhood interrupted my words.

"Madison, this really isn't a good..."

My cock disappeared into her mouth. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. I never thought anything could feel so wonderful.

"Back off Madison," said Clarissa as she came up to us.

"He seems to be enjoying this," said Madison. "Let him have his fun."

"He tried telling you no three times already," said Clarissa.

"He hasn't pushed me away," said Madison.

"Just back off," said Clarissa. I could have sworn I saw fire burning in her eyes.

Madison looked up at me. "You want this don't you?"

At first I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. My mind was in turmoil. She had just given me such a wonderful feeling. I knew I hated Madison. I also knew that I still loved Peyton, even though things weren't looking good. I shook my head.

"Fine, stay a virgin then!" shouted Madison.

I looked at her quizzically, wondering how she got the information that I was a virgin.

"You okay," asked Clarissa after Madison left in a huff to go to the boys locker room.

"Thanks for stepping in," I told Clarissa.

"I know how much willpower a guy has when a girl has his cock in her mouth," said Clarissa with a giggle.

"And how would you know that?" I said with a grin.

"Let's see... Bobby Dugan, Quinn Harper, Wes Van Dyke?"

"Okay, okay! I don't need the details of your torrid love affairs."

Clarissa and I walked into the locker room together. She had me stand by her locker while she got undressed. It really was a treat. Clarissa was definitely a sight to behold. I often thought that, of Peyton's friends, that she was the hottest. Then again, she was always the one with a different boyfriend every week. She was a short, tiny little girl. The one thing that stood out on her, however, was her firm, grapefruit-sized breasts. They were what attracted every guy to her like bees to honey. Seeing them in the flesh, literally, nearly made me shoot a load right then and there. I appraised the rest of her body. She had curves in all the right places. Every ounce of her body fat was probably contained in her breasts. I then noticed that she didn't have any of her fiery red hair over her pussy. I could see her pink folds peeking out from between her legs.

"God, Clarissa. You're gorgeous," I said.

Clarissa blushed. "Thank you, Jake."

"I mean it, you're so beautiful."

"You know, you're pretty handsome, yourself."

I shook my head. "Me? I'm skin and bones."

"You've got a nice chest, a very nice ass, and no girl's been complaining about seeing your dick today."

We headed over to the showers together. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her even as some of the other girls started filtering into the shower room. Most of them were nervous with me in there with them. Other girls had to be coaxed by Miss Steinberg to take their showers. Many of them tried to cover themselves as best they could while I was in there. Normally, I would feel bad about staring at these girls as they showered, but these were the same girls that had been watching me all day so far. As I looked at the girls, Clarissa was giggling at me and commented that I looked like a little kid in a candy store.

After finishing my shower, I was nearly ready to explode. All the naked girls, Madison giving me a partial blowjob, and the gym teacher doing naked gymnastics had all added up to the serious need for relief. Unfortunately, I didn't have a class until after lunch so I would have to suffer for a little while.

That erection, and all the excitement that went with it, disappeared in an instant when I heard my sister calling me from the end of the hallway as I left the gym.

"Jake?" she yelled. "What in the hell?"

I looked down the hallway and saw my sister Heather and her best friend Lindsey, who just happened to be Peyton's younger sister.

"I'm in the Program," I said as my sister came closer.

"I can't believe Mom would sign you up for this," said Heather.

"She probably signed you up, too," I said. I watched the color drain from her face.

"Is it bad?" asked Heather.

I nodded. "Today's been a disaster."

Heather looked down at my cock and giggled. "I guess I can really call you big brother now."

"My sister is really a lucky girl," giggled Lindsey.

"She's also not speaking to me anymore," I said softly.

"What?" exclaimed Heather.

"She freaked out when she saw me naked this morning. Other things have happened, too."

I honestly tried not to cry but I still felt my warm tears running down my cheek.

Heather put her hand on my arm to comfort me. "God, I'm sorry, Jake."

My sister and I normally fought like cats and dogs. Still, I would go to bat for her anytime she was in trouble. She just proved that she would do the same for me.

"It sounds like my sister's being stupid," said Lindsey. I knew she would defend me before her sister any day. She had a huge crush on me and rarely hid it, even from her sister.

"Stay out of this, Lindsey," I said. "You, too, Heather."

"I'm really sorry, Jake," said Heather. "I wish there was something I could do."

"You can help me kill our mother when we get home from school today," I said.

"You aren't serious?" said Heather. I think she saw the fire in my eyes. I wanted to take this all out on her. She was the reason that Peyton didn't want me anymore. She was the reason I was being humiliated in front of the entire school.

I shook my head. I don't think Heather was convinced though.

"I'll see you after lunch, Squirt," I said. Heather was in orchestra with Peyton and I after lunch.

I went into the cafeteria and realized that I didn't have my money with me for lunch. Ms. Davis happened to be near me and realized my quandary.

"Jake, kids on the Program eat free. No pockets." She smiled at me warmly and gestured at the lunch line. I forced a smile back at her and walked in to get my lunch.

After getting a ton of food, I sat down at my usual table. Jesse was already there eating.

"Naked boy!" exclaimed Jesse.

"Yeah, blow me," I said.

"Bring it over here," said Jesse.

I felt like throwing my lunch tray at him.

I scanned the lunchroom, looking for Peyton. She was nowhere to be seen. Her and I had eaten lunch together since the fifth grade.