I Had To Come To School Naked as a Punishment...

POV: Matt (19)

They said this school was liberal. Open-minded. Progressive. But I don’t think even they expected a student to walk through the front doors at 8:00 a.m., completely fucking naked.

But there I was. Skin bare, dick dangling, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor.

I tried not to look at anyone. Which was impossible, because everyone was looking at me. Some in shock, others smirking, a few wide-eyed like they’d just found religion. And not just students—teachers too. One of the P.E. coaches literally choked on his protein shake when I passed by.

Let me rewind.

It started with Tyler. Of course it did. Tyler, my best friend since we were thirteen, whose libido ran hotter than a sauna. He was always drawing dicks on shit. Tables, locker doors, notebooks—one time even on the back of the substitute teacher’s attendance sheet. He’d laugh and say “art is meant to provoke.” Which is something you can only say if you’re hot, cocky, and perpetually hard.

Last week, he took it too far. Drew this veiny, detailed cock right on the principal’s office door. It even had a drip of cum at the tip. The balls were shaded.

Principal Radcliffe wasn’t amused.

They lined us both up in her office. Tyler was trying to stifle a grin. I knew if he got expelled, he’d be toast. And honestly? I didn’t want to stop seeing him every day. So I cleared my throat and said it was me.

She gave me this look. Sharp and unreadable.

“So you’re interested in anatomy, Mr. Harris?”

I swallowed. “I guess.”

“Hm.” She leaned back in her chair. “Then let’s put that curiosity to good use. Since this school believes in experiential learning—and doesn’t shy away from body positivity—your punishment will be to attend classes nude. One full week. No exceptions.”

I thought she was kidding.

She wasn’t.

So that’s how I ended up walking into school naked, with my cock swinging and my face burning. My heart was hammering the entire day. Even when people stopped whispering, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being on display. My skin buzzed with it.

It didn’t help that I’m bi and apparently very into public embarrassment. By lunch, after watching the soccer team train shirtless on the field, I had to excuse myself and head to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, leaned against the door, and gripped my already hard dick. My breath was ragged as I imagined a pair of rough hands grabbing me from behind, someone’s voice in my ear calling me a good little school slut.

It didn’t take long.

After I cleaned up and stepped out, I swore I saw someone lingering by the sinks. Watching.

But maybe that was just in my head.

Tuesday morning, I showed up again, head high, pretending like I wasn’t half-hard just from the walk.

And then I saw him.

Tyler.

Also naked.

His grin was wide. “Did you really think I was gonna let you go through this alone?”

My heart did something stupid.

The week had only just begun.

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His dick bounced as he walked toward me. And I know it’s not polite or whatever to stare at your best friend’s cock, but… come on. It was right there.