Nude Protest At My All-Boys School 03

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Chapter 3: Detention

Tyler and I got to school early. The courtyard was still empty except for a few teachers’ cars and the flag whipping lazily in the breeze. We sat on the front steps, backpacks at our feet, trying to pretend we weren’t waiting to see how bad the fallout would be from the bleachers incident.

Tyler stretched his legs out, squinting into the sunlight. “You think they’ll kick us off the team?”

I shrugged. “Nah. Maybe just detention.”

He grinned. “Could be worse.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Could be expelled. And then I’d have to find a new wrestling partner.” He nudged my knee with his. It felt casual, but it wasn’t. I felt the warmth of his body as he inched closer, scooting his butt over on the bench.

I laughed nervously. “I guess I’d miss practices too.”

He looked at me for a long second. “Yeah, you would.” Then he leaned forward and got close to me, our foreheads almost touching. I froze for half a beat before leaning forward to kiss him, but he pulled back, smirking at me. I shook my head. It was like he was just testing me to see if I wanted to. This son of a bitch, I thought to myself. Right there on the front steps of school while the janitor unlocked the doors a few yards away, I got a huge erection, made worse by the nudity of it all.

When he stepped away from me, I was breathless and trying not to smile like an idiot. Tyler just continued smirking. “You can't keep your horny eyes off me.”

AJ, already as naked as Tyler and me, walked up from the parking lot, looking down at my steel hard boner. “Early start to the day, huh?” he said, laughing. As he passed, he gave me a quick slap on the butt. “Go get ’em, champ.”

Tyler barked out a laugh. “Good morning to you too, AJ. You leaving me out?” he said as he got up and bent over, exposing his ass to AJ. He smiled and walked over, giving Tyler a firm slap that left an immediate white handprint. Tyler flinched as the handprint turned red, rubbing his ass and laughing. AJ just walked inside, his little bubble butt bouncing behind him.

I buried my face in my hands. What was my life turning into? I thought to myself.

—[]—

Word about the bleachers scene spread faster than anything else that semester. Half the school already had some version of the story, and none of them were accurate. The administration, still refusing to let Kira transfer or even acknowledge her new name, stayed stubborn as ever, so the protest went on even after our little incident behind the bleachers. The punishment came down hard. The whole wrestling team, every guy who’d been anywhere near the bleachers, was sentenced to detention. Our assignment? Do the football team’s laundry. Mr. Johnson, would be supervising our detention, standing in the doorway with a half-smile.

“Alright, boys,” he said. “You made a mess all over each other, now you’re going to clean up someone else' mess. Try not to destroy the place. It's laundry time.”

But just like that, he disappeared out the door, leaving us to our own devices as we completed our punishment. I got a feeling in my stomach as soon as he turned away. It was a mix of fear and anticipation. My naked friends had already proven themselves to have some sort of wild side as soon as we started to nude protest, and now we were left alone... again.

The laundry chore didn’t sound bad until we saw what that meant. A massive laundry cart sat in the middle of the locker room, stuffed to the brim with filthy jockstraps, with some socks mixed in as well, and they had been marinating in boy sweat since their practice just ended. I picked one up with a grimace on my face, and it was warm to the touch. The smell came off of them thick, filling the nostrils with teen, male sweat.

“Bro, that’s not laundry," Brody said, pinching his nose. "That’s a biohazard.”

Dolph leaned over one of the bags and took a deep sniff just to mess with him. “Smells like... boy funk.”

AJ pretended to gag. “I don't know what to do with this.”

Tyler grinned and clapped his hands, suddenly in team captain mode. “Alright boys, let’s do this. Naked protest or not, we’re cleaning these bad boys.”

We were all still nude, as technically the protest was still ongoing, and it made the whole thing even more ridiculous. I had jerked off twice in the bathroom at lunch, trying to avoid getting boners all day, but the effect was muted with the onslaught of stimulation. I resorted to finding things to cover my dick as much as possible. And now, the smell of the laundry hit me hard. It was sweaty, musky, and masculine. I was used to the wrestling team, but we washed our own singlets and practice clothes at home. I had never seen a pile of musky male laundry of this magnitude before, and surrounded by other naked guys. I told myself I hated it, that it should be disgusting, but my hormones didn’t seem to agree. I could feel the heat rise in my face every time I caught another whiff, pretending to gag but honestly, I was enjoying it. Washing jockstraps in the buff felt like some punishment the universe cooked up for irony. Everyone was already cracking up before the first strap hit the soapy water.

Tyler started tossing them out like prizes at a carnival. “Nico, catch!” Nico fumbled one and shrieked when it hit his chest. Dolph threw one back, and before long, it was an all-out jockstrap fight. Dicks flopped in the air as we ran around naked and laughed and tried to get a jock strap onto another guy's face. Sweaty fabric that reeked of testosterone flew across the locker room while the washing machines buzzed in the background carrying the first load of the laundry.

One of them landed perfectly on my head and covered my entire face, and I froze, leaving it on for just a moment too long. My boner sprang up immediately, quicker than I even knew it could, and the whole room lost it.

“Bro!” AJ yelled.

“You look like the team mascot!” Tyler said, laughing so hard he had to grab onto a washer for balance.

"You always have a boner!" AJ yelled even louder, "Your nickname should be boner boy!"

"He's not the only one," Tyler said, pointing at AJ's dick. We all looked at him and saw that his own monster cock had reminded us yet again that he was a grower. He didn't even seem phased, wiggling his hips and making it smack his thighs left and right. "My boy just needs to breathe," he said with a big smile on. I guessed that the comparison of his cock against others had given him this newly found confidence, because he was basically unrecognizable from the shy guy we knew a week prior.

I pretended to gag and pulled the jock strap off my face, half grossed out, but no one really bought it. When Dolph came up behind me and pulled yet another jock strap over my head, the crotch of it clung to my face just long enough for me to realize that this was something I was very much into. The scent hit me harder the second time, the sweat, and that sharp, masculine smell that came from male bodies working hard. It was kind of magnetic. I kept my grin wide to hide the fact that I was breathing it in on purpose, even if I wasn't fooling anyone.

Tyler leaned back against a washer, still catching his breath. “You sure you’re not enjoying that a little too much?” he said, watching me wipe my face with the back of my arm.

“Shut up,” I said quickly, tossing the strap toward him. “You’re the one who started this.”

He caught it, laughing. “Hey, I don’t judge. Some people like the smell of balls. I smell my hands literally every time I scratch my balls.”

"Me too, honestly," Brody said, grabbing his own low hangers as he talked, then smelling his fingers, then holding them up to my face.

I pretended to be offended, but the guys around us were still howling, egging it on. AJ yelled, “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, man! Look at that smile!”

I shot him a mock glare, but my face was burning. Tyler winked, clearly seeing right through me. I shook my head at him, and he just chuckled. The laughter rolled on, louder now, everyone joining in. It was chaos, the theme of the week.

That was when Dolph scooped up a pile of straps and announced, “Boys, he loves it. You know what that means.” And before I could react, another wet, sweaty strap slapped against my shoulder. Then two more. The next thing I knew, I was being showered in them, everyone yelling and laughing while I tried to block the hits with my arms, before giving up and just letting it happen.

Dolph noticed too, grinning. “He’s really into it,” he said. The room cracked up, and I laughed it off, pretending to deny it, but my face and my leaking boner gave me away.

Dolph dumped another handful over my head. “Baptize him!” he yelled. An additional pile of jockstraps fell onto me. I stood there, pretending to scream while the guys howled, chanting my name like it was a pep rally. I started to think that it was getting a bit excessive. Why are they so into this?

Tyler pointed at me and smirked. “Our boy’s officially a lover of balls smell.”

For a moment, everyone went quiet, just catching their breath, the laughter dying down. Tyler's show was losing steam. I lay there covered in dirty athletic wear, and I sensed he was about to up the ante.

"If he loves balls so much," Tyler said, "why don't we give it to him straight from the source?"

The laughter picked up again. The guys immediately knew what he meant. AJ was the first one to jog up to me and squat down, plopping his balls right onto my face. His big cock reached all the way to my chest as he tea bagged me. I hesitated for a few seconds before pushing him off, both of us laughing along the way, but I wasn't putting up much of a fight. I wanted it, and they could tell. 

Before I knew it, I was being swarmed. AJ was still laughing as he backed away, and then Brody stepped in, joking, “You look like a target, man,” before leaning in close enough that I could smell the sweat off his chest. He tossed another strap at me, and then squatted down to tea bag me as well. This time, I put my hands on his hips and guided him down, sticking out my tongue.

He actually flinched and giggled. "I wasn't expecting that."

I closed my eyes and melted into it, ignoring any sense of taboo or whatever I was supposed to be feeling as my friends dropped their balls onto my face. This was nice, and the scent was making me delirious. I felt shivers run through my body.

Dolph shouted, “Dog pile!” and before I could move, three naked guys lunged, pinning me down gently on the locker room floor. I was still covered in jock straps, my boner sticking out of them, as Tyler crouched nearby, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. The guys piled on, jostling, yelling, all laughter and motion and balls in my face. Their weight pressed into me as more straps rained down from above, turning the scene into a blur of male bodies and athletic wear. It was like a scene from a fucked up laundry commercial.

When the mayhem winded down, I found myself lying still with Tyler's big balls on my face. I tongued them, and his laughter faded. The guys watched, standing close as Tyler's hips shifted lower and I kept licking, first his soft taint, then quickly his ass. I didn't hesitate, letting my tongue explore yet a new part of the male body I never thought I would enjoy.

"Fuck is he licking your ass??" AJ asked, incredulous. 

"Yeah," Tyler said, his voice breaking, clearly enjoying it.

"Look how hard he is!" Dolph pointed out. 

AJ chuckled, reaching down to grab my dick and wiggle it. "He must really love man funk."

"He does," Tyler said as he started grinding hard on me.

AJ leaned forward, his grin mischievous. “He wants the full experience.” Brody followed suit, crouching low and laughing as he joined the chaos. He leaned in close, teasing me by hovering just above my face, the smell of soap and sweat mixing in the air. I flinched and then started laughing too, the noise from everyone else bouncing off the tile walls.

I could feel Tyler's body tensing up, and his giant cock pressing into my chest as he grinded his ass on my face, spreading his aroma on me until he suddenly shifted up and pointed his large cock at my mouth. He didn't say anything as he pressed inward and stretched my lips around him. My sight was blocked by his balls, but I heard the guys gather around closer, hollering at the escalation.

The laughter swelled again, echoing against the tile, and the chaos built until it was impossible to tell who started what. Hands, dicks and butts pressed against my body as everyone tried to outdo each other with ridiculousness. Tyler stuffed my throat mercilessly while I held onto his hips. Brody and Tyler egged him on, throwing more jockstraps on me like confetti.

“Careful, he needs to breathe,” Brody said, grinning as he crouched beside me. He gave my cheek a playful tap. “You got this, champ.”

Soon they were taking turns on me, like I was just a toy for them. It finally hit me.

I had become the fleshlight.

The heat of all of us pressed together made the air heavy, and it was getting hard to breathe as laughter bounced off the walls in waves. My head swam as I tried to breathe, sweat, and shouting making me dizzy. Tyler leaned close, his forehead brushing mine for a moment, both of us catching our breath in the middle of the chaos.

“Dude, this is getting out of hand,” I said, still laughing between gasps.

He looked down at me, smirking. “Yeah, but admit it, you love it.”

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t. Everything about it, the noise, the raw energy, the total lack of control, it was unreal. It wasn’t even about the protest anymore. It was about how alive it felt to just give in and laugh until my stomach hurt.

The others circled around, still laughing, still egging things on. Brody leaned over, his voice carrying a hint of irony. “Look at him, man. He’s in heaven.”

“Pretty sure he’s our new mascot,” AJ said, grinning. “Boner Boy.”

The nickname caught immediately. They started chanting it, slapping their thighs like drums. I tried to get up, but Tyler pushed me gently back with a hand to my chest.

“Stay put, Boner Boy,” he said, grinning wider. “You earned it.”

I fell back onto my ass again, smiling. It was like everyone understood me. I was getting high on being the center of attention, and I wanted nothing more than their sweaty boy bodies on and in me. AJ stepped up and stuffed his dick back into my throat, holding the back of my head and bouncing me up and down.

The team howled, the chant growing louder, emphasizing the word "boy" as AJ went nuts on my face, his tight little butt tensing under my palms as his wet balls slapped my chin, until the noise filled the entire locker room. "Boner BOY! Boner BOY!"

That’s when Mr. Johnson appeared in the doorway.

The guys froze, and AJ let his big hog slip out of my throat. I coughed onced, clearning my throat, as we all just looked at the teacher. His arms were crossed, his expression shocked.

“This,” he said slowly, “is what accountability looks like?”

Nobody spoke. Tyler shrugged. “Team-building.”

Mr. Johnson sighed. “Fine. When you’re done bonding, clean the dryers too. And don’t flood the place.” He walked off, muttering something about “kids these days.”

AJ looked at Tyler, grinning. “Guess we found our real cause.”

"Alright, let's all get our nut," Tyler said.

Tyler squatted down and stuffed my face again as the guys hollered. Soon they were taking turns on my throat again, and I was jerking them off as soon as they pulled out of me. I wanted their cum. They need edthe release at that point. It was a perfect combination. 

Finally, I got a load on my face. I don't even know whose it was, as Tyler was stuffing my throat at the time, and all I could see were his sweaty abs tensing. The load ran down my cheek onto my neck, and seconds later I heard a grunt above me and got another. Every time another guy came on me, Tyler picked up the pace, pushing my head up and down his pole, as I repressed gags. My face slammed into his crotch repeatedly, and I felt pure heat through my body, as I became a bukkake for my friends. The nude protest had turned into everything I had ever wanted, even if I had no idea that male bodies were actually what I needed. 

When I finally felt Tyler tense inside me, I held his muscular ass tightly against me, counting the pulses against the walls of my throat. The last guy to cum was AJ, adding to the wet mess on my face, as Tyler pulled his excessive hog out of my throat and let me breathe again. I looked up at him and AJ

He helped me up, and I grabbed a jock strap off the floor, using it to wipe my face and body, making Tyler chuckle. The rest of the guys got busy putting the rest of the dirty jock straps into the wash, working like an assembly line. 

Tyler and I just stood together in silence for a beat. He looked down at my throbbing cock.

"You're the only one who didn't cum," he said, smirking.

"It's ok," I said. 

"What're you doing tonight, by the way?" he said, "It's Friday."

"Haven't thought about it yet," I said back, my mind still in a haze.

"Let's hang at your place," he said, looking up to meet my gaze.

"My parents wouldn't allow this whole group of guys over on short notice," I said.

"Just you and me," he said, the corner of his mouth rising.

I smiled back. "Sounds good."

—[]—

After we got the last load in the dryer, the whole naked group of walking hormones raided the showers. The football showers were more fun than ours, as they were completely open. At this point, we were disgusting and needed showers badly. At one point, I got surrounded again and they soaped me down, even getting my ass and crotch. Tyler looked me right in the eye and grabbed my shaft, soaping it up, rubbing it to the tip, and I felt the tension break in my body.

I came.

He let go, letting me have a ruined orgasm. The guys pointed and looked as I pulsed, Brody putting an arm around me, saying, "nice one, champ," as I continued squirting onto the floor in front of me. My mouth dropped open, half laughing as it happened. It seemed to go on for a full minute, as the guys continued sudsing their butts and helicoptering their dicks at each other.

When I finally stopped pulsing, Tyler returned to rubbing me down, getting super close to me, even letting his muscular body rub against my back, and his huge, floppy dick braise against my butt cheeks. The rest of the team had become desensitized at this point, and seemed to barely register it.

When we left, Tyler and I walked back to my place naked. It was late afternoon, in a quiet part of town, and part of me was afraid someone would call the cops, but I thought it would be worth the risk to feel the thrill of it. Tyler didn't seem to care at all.

"I love being naked," he said as we walked, each with a backpack over one shoulder. 

"Yeah, you started this whole thing," I said, looking down.

"You're the one who made it fun though," he said, making me smile at him.

We got to my place, and my brother, Colin was home on the couch. He looked at us and just shook his head. "Bro, what the fuck," he said, covering his eyes.

"You'll get over it," I said, walking past him to my room, Tyler following behind and shutting the door.

We never put on clothes, just booted up some video games and played for an hour or so.

"You know," I said between rounds at one point, "this week has been crazy as fuck."

"Yeah, I didn't know you'd be into all that," he said back, leaning on his shoulders, his big hog shifting slightly between his thighs.

"Neither did I," I said back, "but it was so... stimulating. Do you think I'm gay?"

"I mean, yeah?" he said back, like he was confused. "Or bi, or whatever. I don't know. But, like, I mean, it was obviously pretty stimulating for the rest of us too."

"Good point," I said, pondering.

"Especially for me," he said, almost whispering, looking me in the eye. I saw the blood flow start to engorge his heavy dick, and it made my heart race. As much as the guys had used me in the group pandemonium, this wasn't lord of the flies here in my room. This was just me and a buddy.

He held my gaze for a moment, looking serious. I leaned foward. Maybe it was finally time to get that kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into him. My lips were greeted with his, and his hand found the back of my head. Soon our tongues were wrestling in our mouths, and our hands were all over each other. He pulled back from my face, holding my head in his hands, and looked me in the eye.

"I love you," he said, like he was suddenly scared, panicked.

"I—" I started, by my throat caught. I felt tears welling up, my throat closed and I couldn't talk. I fell forward onto him, pushing him onto his back on my rug. He flipped me over and looked down at me from above. 

He repeated the words, "I love you, fucking boner boy."

I just looked up at him, the emotions running too deep, like an aneurysm in my brain was making me freeze.

His eyes softened as he watched me react, and he smirked. "This is about to be a fun night."