Chapter 1

Monday, August 22, 2005

"This couldn't be good," I thought, "what could I do to get called to the principal's office on the first day of school?" Hesitantly, I knocked on Dr. Martin's door.

"Come in"

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Yes, son, why don't you sit down?"

I eased slowly into the leather chair facing Dr. Martin's desk.

"Mr. Martin, whatever it is..."

"That's Dr. Martin as of last May, and you're not in trouble"

"Right, sorry sir"

"Hunter, I called you into my office because you've been selected to be St. Mary's first participant in the Naked in School Program."

The Naked in School Program, as you may have guessed from the name, is a program in which students are selected to spend one week absolutely naked in school. It was introduced about four years ago in an effort to help students develop a better understanding of their sexuality and reduce "body shame," but the results had been mixed at best, and the whole thing aroused the ire of social conservatives, so the state legislature had banned it from public schools last year. Apparently the Episcopal Diocese of Orlando was more forward-thinking, and the new guidance counselor, who also happened to be my mother, had convinced St. Mary's to start a pilot program.

Dr. Martin continued: "I'm sorry to spring this on you the first day of high school, but your parents were the only ones to agree to let their children participate, and we didn't want to select your brother because we were worried about his ... orientation"

"You think Quint's gay?"

"Well, he is president of the fine arts club."

"Yeah, his extracurricular interests don't really match his sexual interests. In fact, we like to joke that he and I somehow switched orientations."

"You mean you're..."

"Gayer than Elton John doing the YMCA in a rainbow-colored tutu."

"I guess I shouldn't have assumed..."

"Your punishment will be to have that image in your head for the rest of the day."

Dr. Martin frowned. "I think I need to discuss this with your mother."

"Well she knew when she signed me up."

"I meant in her official capacity." Dr. Martin picked up his phone and dialed his secretary. "Can you get me Dr. Weems?"

"Right away Mr ... uhh Dr. Martin"

After a minute of awkward silence, my mom entered the room.

Dr. Martin began, "Dr. Weems..."

"Please, call me Lanh"

"Were you aware when you signed your son up for the program that he is ... erm, not, shall we say ... entirely heterosexual?"

"Rush, I would be extremely surprised if my son turned out to be at all heterosexual. If you thought this would be a problem, then why didn't you mention it at some point earlier in the process?"

"To be honest, that's why I selected Hunter and not Quinten..."

"Since he's president of the art club and all" I chimed in.

Suppressing a laugh, mom addressed Dr. Martin "Look Rush, the purpose of this program is to make students more comfortable with their sexuality, whatever form it happens to take. Hunter's the perfect candidate for this. We go nude at home and he's been naked in front of family and friends hundreds of times. I know my son, and I know he can handle this."

Dr. Martin replied "Be that as it may, a lot of eyes are on this, and I don't want to give anyone ammunition to blame the Program for your son's ... orientation."

"If they try we can just show them his internet search history."

Dr. Martin looked defeated. "I suppose if you're both ok with it."

We both nodded, and mom asked if she could leave, as she had a lot of student scheduling issues to deal with.

Dr. Martin replied: "Very well then, I suppose I shall begin reading the rules. Taking a pamphlet out of his desk, he began reading. "You are required to deposit your clothing in a box, which will be returned to you at the end of the day, however, you are allowed to wear shoes and socks."

"Do I have to?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I like going barefoot, can I take my shoes and socks off too?"

"That is allowed, but I imagine you will wish to keep your shoes on in the bathroom."

"That's ok; I have some shower shoes in my backpack for gym."

"Which brings me to my next point, most versions of the Naked in School Program require you to use the showers and restroom facilities of the opposite sex, however, in light of a number of complaints from parents of female students, I have decided to waive that requirement."

I began untying my shoes as Dr. Martin continued.

"You will also be required to participate nude in any school sponsored extracurricular activities, with the exception of any safety equipment deemed necessary by supervising faculty. Ordinarily you would also be encouraged to do 'outreach' outside of school, but the city of Adeline has shown no intention of repealing its public nudity ordinances, so that portion of the Program will also be waived. You will, however, be required to comply with Reasonable Requests. Any student may request to have you pose or to touch you and you will have to comply as long as you deem the request reasonable. They may appeal if you refuse a request, however, I will generally trust your judgment."

"How will other students find out about these reasonable requests?" I asked as I folded my shirt.

"They are being informed over the morning announcements as we speak." Dr. Martin continued. "In addition, as a male student, you will be entitled to Request Relief. That is, given the potentially, shall we say, exciting nature of The Program, you will be allowed at the beginning of each class period to erm ... manipulate yourself or to ask another student to manipulate you until the point where you are no longer ... excited."

As he said this, I pulled down my boxers, revealing that I was already 'excited.' This caused Dr. Martin to blush profusely and stare at the ceiling. Seeing that the information session was finished, I stuffed a copy of the pamphlet in my backpack and excused myself.

As I walked down the hallway towards my first period class, I noticed a girl staring at me with a facial expression that recalled the "runaway bride." Thinking to be friendly, I smiled at her and waved. Apparently this was the wrong approach, as her eyes got even wider, and she stammered out "H-how did you get so bi ... tan all over."

Laughing, I replied "One, I'm half Vietnamese, so I have a bit of a head start, and too, we have a swimming pool and I like to skinny dip." She turned a shade of red not normally found in nature and ran away. I was beginning to think that this might end up being an interesting week for more than just sex.

Arriving at my class, I opened the door and was greeted with a round of applause, with a few cat whistles thrown in for good measure. The teacher, Ms. Lease, immediately noticed my sizeable erection.

"It appears that your not-so-little friend is excited to see us."

"He loves meeting new people."

"Perhaps you'd like to calm him down."

"I'd prefer for someone else to calm him down." At this, a number of girls' hands shot up. "He's somewhat partial to men, not that I'm not flattered." No guys raised their hands, although a cute redhead in the second row seemed to consider it. I made eye contact with him, which I thought might encourage him to volunteer, but my hopes were dashed when a voice from the back of the classroom called out "Eww gross he's a faggot!"

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