Nude Protest At My All-Boys School

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Chapter 1: Uniform Optional

The day it started, Keith showed up to our all-boys school in a girls’ uniform. White blouse, navy skirt, even the girls sweater. It was the uniform from our sister school, the all-girls school a few blocks away. Keith stood on the front steps like it was a mic drop. I walked up and asked what was going on, chuckling, assuming it was some sort of prank. "Nope," was the only response, "My name's Kira now."

"Oh shit," I said, my eyes wide in surprise.

She went on to say that she had told the dean she was a girl and that she needed to transfer to the all-girls school in town. But alas, they said no, she couldn't transfer mid semester, and couldn't wear the girls' uniform, and couldn't use her pronouns etc. The dean referred to the policies of our state school board (we're in one of those states). The dean had that smile he uses when he thinks he is being compassionate, but according to Kira, it read like customer service.

Over the following days, she kept showing up in the skirt anyway. They threatened zeroes and detentions and “consequences.” We watched it from the edges, the way guys do, not sure what we could do to support her, half in awe that she had the balls to defy them.

On the Friday after she first started wearing her new uniform, Tyler walked into third period English with a big smirk on his face. Tyler was on the wrestling team with me, and we had been somewhat close for a while at that point. He was a guy that was hard for me not to look twice at. I had seen his nude body before, including his heavy muscles and giant dick, in the showers and locker room after practice, but only brief glances. I never really thought of myself as gay, but I knew that I always wanted to be closer to him specifically. No one made me light up like he did. I had only hooked up with girls, the farthest I had gone being some light boob and fingering action, but while I couldn’t really admit it to myself at the time, Tyler was the guy whose thirsty instagram pics I would find myself scrolling through late at night sometimes, just for some weird sense of comfort. 

On this day, he seemed nervous, and I looked at him standing in the back of the room. He was wearing black Adidas track pants and a tank top. He was the most muscled guy on the wrestling team, and while I'd seen his body many times, I felt some twist in my stomach as he stood in class in a tank top. It was just a surreal experience for a dude to be showing skin at all in class. Even his dick, which made me feel inadequate in comparison, was showing through his track pants. I guessed that he was doing some prank since he wasn’t wearing our uniform. I was scared at first about what he was going to do, since you never know what's going to happen with a prank.

Mr. Johnson, the youngest teacher at the school, fresh out of college, came in walked to the board, about to start a lecture, and all of us students had already sat down, except Tyler. He stood there in the back with his blonde hair and his broad shoulders. His nervous energy made me watch him. He was clearly about to do something, and we were all just waiting to see what it would be.

Mr. Johnson addressed him over his black frame glasses, "Mr. Stroak, are you going to sit down?"

He paused, and looked up at the teacher. When he didn't respond, the whole class watched him, as he pulled off his tank top in one swift motion. He shouted "Justice for Kira!" and whipped off his pants in yet another quick pull. Apparently they were those tear-off buttoned pants. The classroom erupted in male gasps, as Tyler revealed not only his muscular body, but the fact that he was butt naked underneath. He threw the clothes over to the corner of the room as Mr. Johnson started yelling over the pandemonium of chaotic vocalizations coming from the rest of the class. My jaw dropped along with everyone else, as we went wide-eyed and started roaring with laughter. It was an immediate shit show.

Tyler wiggled his hips and shook his big, floppy dick around. No sock on his cock, no towel around his waist, nothing at all covering him as he couldn't think of what to do and started doing meme dances you'd recgonize from TikTok. He flexed his muscles, reminding everyone that he was on the wrestling team and he was one of the more cut guys comparatively. Photos of him literally looked photoshopped. When he stopped dancing and the guys calmed down, he just casually walked to his desk like he was going to sit through class like that. The class broke out into private conversations as Tyler sat in the desk right next to me.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked him.

"Standing up for something," he replied matter-of-factly.

"You just wanted an excuse to take out your dick in class."

"You love it," he said, his eyes scanning the room as people stared in awe and started asking him questions.

The protest gave him an excuse to strip, and me an excuse to watch. It was surreal seeing another guy's cock out in public, not in the locker room or the showers or anything, where I was used to it and barely even registered it. I had nerves firing through my body, and honestly I wanted to join him, just for the thrill of it. Even when everyone else was laughing, I felt like it was just him and me.

Mr. Johnson was on the phone with the front office. "Yeah, he's butt naked... no, I have no idea.... no, not a threat, but the other boys are obviously riled up.... uh-huh.... are you SERIOUS??... You gotta be kidding me... sigh ok, I guess." He hung up the phone.

The class went silent. Mr. Johnson looked at the class, blinked three times and then asked him to “please dress appropriately.” Tyler just sort of wiggled his butt in his seat.

He said, “This is appropriate. It’s protest.” The teacher looked like he needed a tech support ticket for reality.

"Honestly," Mr. Johnson said, "I don't care, but you know parents are gonna shit themselves about this."

Tyler thought for a second. "What did they say when you called the office?"

"They said it wasn't technically against the rules, but you'll be in as much trouble as Keith at least."

"You mean Kira," I said, butting in.

"Yeah, Kira," he said, "sorry."

"Then there's your answer," Tyler said, smirking. Mr. Johnson just shook his head.

"Alright class," he said, turning to the board, "I guess we'll fuckin' just talk about fuckin' calculus and pretend there's not a dude hanging dong in the middle of class. Jesus fucking christ..."

We all chuckled at Mr. Johnson's funny attitude as he did his best to make light of it, but I felt the thrill in my chest, that half panic, half manic thrill. Seeing a guy naked in a locker room was one thing. Seeing a guy naked, surrounded by normal clothed people, under fluorescent lights next to bulletin boards is something else. He looked so calm.

That first class with a naked friend, the effect on me was palpable. I was sweating, I was thrilled, I was hard. Halfway through class, we had somehow moved on to actually learning about calculus, but I couldn’t focus. Tyler's mind must have wandered as well, because I saw him getting an erection out of the corner of my eye. It slowly pulsed upward, a bit more blood flow with each heartbeat, until it was a fucking mega pole. I had never seen it hard before, and I couldn't look away. I noticed it before he even felt it. Because when I started chuckling at it, he looked at me confused before looking down at it. I thought he would finally be embarrassed, but he just leaned back and let it rise like a flag pole. 

When the bell rang, the other guys made sure to keep a distance, like they were afraid of getting his dick on them, but I walked up right next to him. He flipped around to face me, wacking me with his dick on purpose, smirking at me. I just chuckled, and held my book in front of my crotch to hide a huge erection that I was telling myself was just nerves.

"You're the man, dude," I said to him.

"I know right?" he said back, eyes forward as he walked out into the hall, holding a single textbook and notebook. He walked up to AJ, who is shorter than the rest of us and is probably the most boyish guy on the wrestling team, from behind and tapped his hand with his dick. 

When he turned around and saw what happened, he just rolled his eyes. “God-damn it Tyler,” he said, laughing and wiping off his hand.

I watched his bubble butt walk away, amazed at what he had just begun.

—[]—

At lunch the rest of the wrestling team huddled near the fence and started making plans to expand on what Tyler had started. Nico said, “It only works if it spreads.” He said it like we were organizing a food drive, rather than public dick exposition. AJ said, “We are going to get expelled.”

Dolph said, “We won't though, the rules are actually really libertarian. Being naked isn't banned even though dressing like a girl is. Explain that to your local congressman.” We laughed. Dolph flexed because he was on a bulk, which he would announce every ten minutes.

Tyler showed up last to the huddle, his big dick swinging back and forth as he approached us. "You guys here for the cock fight?"

I smiled big when I saw him, and I couldn't keep my eyes off the big pendulum between his legs. He nudged it with his water bottle and gave a stupid grin. Tyler looked like the models for gym ads. Clean, defined lines. Shoulders that bulged like an armor made of meat. Abs that were like a staircase, and V-lines that stuck out and pointed directly to his large cock. His perfectly round bubble butt was already something to look at when it made an appearance in the locker room, but in broad daylight it hit different. It felt like I was doing something wrong just by watching.

He clapped me on the shoulder and smirked. “Take a good look, dude. I’ll try not to poke your eye out.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I replied, laughing and pushing him away by his shoulder. My face got hot anyway, and I saw him noticing my reaction, probably confusing to both of us.

Tyler went around dick tapping people until everyone just seemed to get used to the fact that he was naked and kept talking about other things. He sat cross-legged with me while we ate lunch, and talked about sports, while I was trying to ignore how obsessed I was becoming with his body.

Word travels fast in an all-boys school, and by last period, I heard that several other guys were already naked in their classrooms. Two from the soccer team, one robotics guy who was shredded in a nerd way, and a senior who plays in the orchestra, whose dick was apparently "surprisingly big", and he looked terrified but proud. In the last period, Ms. Kline made us read out loud as if that would normalize things. Papers shook. We looked at each other and laughed every few seconds. The tension in the whole school was palpable.

On my way to the last class, I heard AJ and Dolph talking about the naked guys they had seen so far. "I was all, don’t stare, don’t stare, do not stare, I am absolutely staring,” AJ said. 

Dolph replied, “Protect your retinas,” and AJ replied back, “Skill issue.”

—[]—

After school, Tyler came out dressed again, in his tank top and track pants. I had been thinking about his nude body all day, and even though I didn't think of it as a gay thing, I was kind of disappointed to see him clothed again.

"You wanna hang out?" he asked as I stood there playing on my phone.

"Sure," I said, looking at him differently now, even if I couldn't put my finger on exactly what I was feeling. "My place? No one's home."

"Tight," he said.

Once we got inside, I asked him. "How's it feel wearing clothes again?"

"More fun to be nude, honestly. You should try it."

I chuckled. "Maybe I will."

"It's fun being naked," he said, "I don't even wanna go home and have to put on clothes in front of my brother and everyone."

We sat in my room for a bit, and suddenly the group chats started to go wild. Both his and my Snapchats were blowing up, even though I barely used it before that day. Everyone on the wrestling team and beyond was going crazy talking about the nudity at school and how weird it was that no one even got sent home for it. I was so busy thinking about dick that had forgotten about the protest aspect of it completely.

The girls at Saint Brigid’s had heard and were rating bodies like it was a competition. Guys were sending photos from the day, showing their nude protest proudly, and honestly showing off their ripped bodies. There was even a group photo circling around of all the guys who had gone nude that day, arms crossed, with the caption "check out our dicks". The girls voted with emoji responses for gold medals, silver, even some brutal commentary on some whose dick size didn't match up, and emojis I had to look up the meaning of. It was all in good fun, and it was a thrill that everyone seemed as excited as I was about it.

AJ kept asking for a "recount", unable to accept his "low score from the girls". Dolph said he was “mid for now but just wait until my bulk finishes, you'll see,” which we told him is not a real thing, and that he was just making excuses for getting fat (he wasn't fat at all, but one must be brutal to survive an all-boys school).

Tyler’s phone kept buzzing. He handed it to me like he was bored. The girls gave him straight tens. He did not even pretend to be humble. He just did a slow grin that he had done basically all day.

“What I am hearing is the committee appreciates my work,” he said, grabbing his dick and wiggling it around, almost helicoptering it. I was dazed watching the massive thing, so much bigger than mine. Bigger than porn guys. I was sure I could smell it from where I was sitting.

"I wanna see how big it gets when it's hard," I said, staring at it, before I even realized what had come out of my mouth.

"What?" he said like he was confused.

"I mean, the girls," I replied, trying to backtrack, "You should show it to them hard."

"Oh shit," he said with a big smile, grabbing his phone. "You're right."

He proceeded to rub himself, scrolling through instagram girls showing their asses. I watched as his dong grew to basically the size of an arm. Or at least that's what it seemed to me at the time. He bent his legs at the knee and lay on his back, and I could see his hairless, pink ass hole. I had never seen anyone in that position up close before.

"Bro I can see your butt hole," I said. 

"Shut up, help me take a pic, I need my face in it from below." 

I gulped. I took his phone from him and my hand brushed against his cock. Neither of us acknowledged it, but I felt the heat from it immediately. And a strong tingle ran straight down from my hand through my body. I held up the phone, and felt like some "porn for women" photographer as I lined him up in the frame. He gave a thumbs up next to the big pringles can of a cock he was holding up. It was even harder than a moment earlier. 

"Your boy down there must love the attention. It's getting bigger," I said as I took a few pics and handed his phone back to him.

"I think you're right," he said as he sent it out to the group chat. Letting his big, hard dick hover in the air, jutting out from his muscled body.

The girls reacted immediately, and so did our friends. Everyone was reacting with tens, and hearts, and eggplant emojis, and every other gay joke you could imagine. 

"Dude," he said to me, "am I really even that big? They're acting like I'm a porn star."

"You're huge dude," I said, my eyes fixed on the thing. "It's bigger than my face."

He laughed and scrunched up his face. "Why would you even make that comparison?"

"Shut up," I said, "You knew what I meant."

"Bigger than your face, huh?" he said, pondering with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Shut up I swear to god," I said, shaking my head.

He stood up over me while I stayed on the ground. I held my head back, looking up at him past his giant cock, bracing for what he was going to say next. But instead of speaking, he stepped forward and held his dick over my head.

I looked up wide eyed. His brazenness really had no bounds. "What the fuck..."

"Hmm, maybe it is bigger than your face," he said, "unless..."

Then he dropped the heavy dick, plopping it down straight onto my face. I didn't move, like I was frozen. The heat of it was strong, radiating a clean 98.6º into my lips, face and forehead.

"Um," I mumbled, my lips moving his cock as I spoke.

"You're right," he said, "it is bigger than your face."

He squatted down, letting his balls rest on my neck, and I felt the head of his dick going past the top of my forehead. The muskiness of him filled my nose, a new scent, like my own dick but a different guy. A manlier guy, with more muscles and testosterone, and more of what I wanted for myself. I felt like I was in the presence of something greater, and I felt like a submissive, happy, dumb little boy in his presence.

Finally, he stepped back, letting his dick fall off my face. "I can't believe you just let me do that," he said. "Why didn't you move?" He was smirking, gently rubbing his dick, keeping it rock hard.

"What are friends for?" I replied. 

He snorted and shook his head.

"Do you... need to take care of that?" I asked, gesturing to his heavy erection.

"What did you have in mind?" he said, "Probably a good idea not to go home to my brothers with a giant boner sticking out of my pants."

"I mean... I've got this bad boy," I said, reaching under my bed and pulling out my secret shoebox. "My brother gave it to me when he left for college."

I whipped out my fleshlight, the thing I had fucked to hell probably a thousand times over since I had inherited it. Tyler's eyes lit up, and his grip on his cock tightened. "Holy shit, how have you never told me about that before?" 

"I don't know, I didn't want to share it. But, you could use it if you want," I said.

"Hell yeah I want to use it," he said, taking it out of my hands and putting it directly onto his dick. Of course, without lube, it wouldn't go in at all.

"It's not working," he said, "am I too big?"

"I think you just need lube," I said. I grabbed the bottle, and poured a liberal amount onto his cock directly for him. He went to shove it in again, only for it to still not work. 

"Dude you gotta rub it in," I said. He just looked at me like an idiot, both hands on the toy. I reached out and rubbed the lube into his cock for him, and took the toy out of his hands, and he let his hands fall to his side as I eased him into the toy. His body shuddered. 

"Oh my god it's like a pussy," he said, reeling and tensing his abs. It's so fucking good. 

"There you go," I said, letting him take the toy back from me. He started rubbing it up and down on himself, but quickly his energy deflated.

"It felt better when you did it," he said.

"Seriously?" I asked. My heart was pounding. He just nodded.

I took the toy from him again, and started stroking him slowly as he pulled out his phone to look at instagram girls again. I got on my knees in front of him, and watched as several inches of his cock popped out of the end every time I pressed the toy onto him balls deep. 

"Fuck," he would say intermittently, grunting in between pumps. He started thrusting back into it, and I watched large drops of pre-cum escape the tip of his cock, and I could tell he was getting close. He held my shoulders and started humping fast, making me hold tightly and brace. I wasn't even stroking him anymore. I was just holding the toy while he humped away at it. One of my hands went to his bare hip to steady myself, some of my fingers pressing into his ass meat. I was leaking like a faucet in my own pants as he got himself halfway to euphoria while humping into me. He pressed me back, getting rougher on the toy, until I was lying on my back gripping the toy to my chest. 

His cock came through with so much vigor that it rubbed against my chin at maximum penetration. His eyes were closed and his hands were on my shoulders. His golden tan abs tensed in my face as he leaned over and humped into me like I was part of the toy. The squelching sound filled the room and his balls slapped against my fingers as I held the toy to my chest.

Finally, he froze in the toy, humping slowly, and then the first squirt escaped him, landing square in my open mouth. I swallowed immediately by instinct, not even registering the taste in the moment, just in awe of what was happening, the pure manliness that I was absorbing into my body from him. It felt like a gift from a demigod bestowing blessings on mankind. I was in a weird place in my head, and even I didn't understand it. The squirts coated my chin and neck, and he breathed heavy as his pulses slowed, his balls resting on my chest. He finally sat up, and slowly pulled his messy, wet hog out of the toy, letting it trace a trail of cum across my abs before he stood up.

He took one look at my giant erection in my pants, and said, "nice," before putting on his tank top. I sat up, wiping the jizz off of me with one hand while he walked around looking for his pants, his bare ass sticking out and his big, floppy manhood jiggling back and forth with each step. 

"So... you doing this again tomorrow?"

"Bro I'll fuck that thing anytime you let me."

"Right," I said, "but the protest I mean."

"Oh shit, right," he said, finding his pants and slipping them on. "Yeah dude, you gonna join?"

"Anything for justice," I said.

"See you bright and early then," he said, smirking.

I couldn't believe how wild this had gotten in just one day, all in the name of a protest.

Just as he was about to go, he stopped and turned around. "Actually," he said, "you should bring that thing to class tomorrow. Might as well share it with the boys. Plus, you're great at holding it for me."