Class Differences (Part 5)

It's been three weeks since I modeled for my classmates and they hung the drawings up uncensored for the rest of the school to see. As far as I knew, none of the students outside our class knew that was my body that they were staring at. I did notice two changes within my class. First, our teacher, Mr. Manning, has started to become a little less patient with me. I suppose all those little incidents of my disobedience or difficulty holding up his class were starting to add up. We had been in school for a few months now, and it appeared that his sympathy for my situation as the fish out of water had run out. Second, it had become common for my classmates to draw attention to my nudity, even when I was fully clothed as I had remained for the past month, by complimenting me on my body. It was honestly impressive that they could keep finding ways to tear down my privacy without even stripping me. Still, they were being nice, which I suppose was better than taunting, and I had managed to remain clothed for the past three weeks. Sure, it looked like I was becoming more accepted, but at what cost?

They did this again when they called me over to sit with them at lunch, which most of them all spent together sitting at one table, Max, Marcus, Sarah, etc. Lunches for me were usually uninteresting because I skipped the meal that my scholarship covered because the food they served didn't usually agree with my stomach, which was fine since growing up poor I was used to eating sparingly anyways, so without any real excuse out if it I accepted their offer and took the empty seat they had saved for me which was right in the middle. And it was then that they decided to bring up the time I modeled for them once again.

"So your penis is seven inches?" I was asked. Casually, as if they were referring to a new haircut or something.

"I guess so," I replied. “I’ve never really measured it before.”

“Really?”

“Bullshit. I’ve heard all guys do that.”

“Even I’ve done it.”

"That's a good size. You should be proud."

"Are you proud of your size?"

"Do you have to ask such personal questions like that?" I said.

"Why? We are just trying to be nice."

"Yeah, why can't you just take the compliment instead of being so ungrateful?"

"I'm not ungrateful,” I replied.

"You don't act like it."

"I'm sorry,” I apologized.

"You could at least say thank you, you know."

"Thank you," I said.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for complimenting my...penis."

"There, was that so difficult?"

"Yeah, see, we're all friends here."

"Friends," I said to myself. That felt nice to hear.

"Yeah, friends."

I felt a hand pat me on the back.

"Speaking of which, as you friends we've been wanting to ask you about something."

"About what?" I said.

"It's about your bodily functions.”

"Um, okay," I said, not knowing where this is going.

"When you did the modeling for art class we got a really good down there, even poking around a little with some brushes, and we were wondering: how do you keep it so clean?"

"Why would you want to know that?" I asked.

"Health reasons," was the only answer I was given, and from the silence and stares that followed I was supposed to infer that that was a satisfactory answer.

"Sure, I guess," I said.

I was aware of what was going on. Before I was somewhat relieved to know that I couldn't be exposed any further only again, and that it couldn't get any worse, and that I had no more to hide. I was wrong. My classmates were now starting to take an interest in my body's internal functions.

“I just didn’t drink much water that day.”

"Really?"

"That's all?”

"Well, yeah," I said.

"You expect us to believe that?"

"What? Why wouldn't you?"

"Well, to be honest, we are a little concerned."

"Why?" I ask.

"We are a little concerned you have a hydration problem.”

"What?" I said. "That's ridiculous. Why would you think that?"

"Because we never see you drink much water, and your piss was yellow.”

"Guys, I assure you I'm fine," I say.

"So normally your piss is clear?”

"Yes."

"So you could piss clear now?”

"Yes."

"Prove it."

"What?" I was taken aback by this response. "What do you mean?"

"Go to the bathroom and prove it."

"We'll follow you and watch.”

"That's a bad idea,” I said.

"Look, like we said, we are your friends, and we just want to make sure that you're okay. For all we know, you could be harming yourself. If you don't prove it to us, we are going to report you to the staff."

"Unless you give us reason to think otherwise."

Not seeing any choice I say "okay." I get up from my seat and walk towards the bathroom. On the way I look over my shoulder and see them watching me. Two of them wave me on. I continue and enter the bathroom. It's empty. After maybe a minute the door opens and about five people come in, but they tell me to wait. After another half a minute, about seven more people come in. This continues until what looks like two-thirds of my class is standing in the boys' bathroom, including several girls.

"There aren't supposed to be girls here," I objected, partially to not harass myself in front of women and partially in a feeble attempt to shrink the number of growing people.

"Us guys are okay with it."

"But it's against the rules," I said.

"It's more important to look after you."

"But do we need so many people to do that?"

"Well, no, but we are all very concerned."

"Besides, no one will tell."

"Yeah, you were naked in the pool and no one found out."

"I don't know how I feel about this," I said.

"If you would prefer, we can all go to the girls' room and you can do it there."

"Which would you rather choose?"

I thought about it.

"Here, I guess,” I said.

"Alright then, now undress completely."

"That's another bad idea,” I replied.

“Well we want to see better when you piss for us.”

“Yeah, unless you want to wet your shorts in front of us.”

"Don't worry, we're watching the door. No one is coming in."

"Think of it like a physical."

I was about to ask them what type of physicals they had seen, but I thought against it. They were all staring at me expectantly, and, as embarrassing of a reason as this sounds in hindsight, I didn't want to disappoint them or let them down. So I stripped, which was at least something I was used to doing, for better or worse. I pulled off my shirt first and then, holding it in my hands, I pulled my shorts down and stepped out one leg at a time.

"Hand us your clothes."

"Yeah, this floor isn't sanitary."

That was the first thing they had said that actually made sense, so I stepped forward, nude except for my shoes, and handed over my small bundle of clothes, which were passed back until I could no longer see them.

"Shoes too," I was told.

"Why?"

"No reason.”

“We just want to be thorough.”

I could no longer see my clothes, and started getting this feeling that they wouldn't give them back until I did what they wanted. And like they said, no one was coming anytime soon. Still…

"Is it too late to change my mind?" I asked.

"Come on, you've come this far."

I removed my slippers and handed them over, where they disappeared as well.

It occurred to me that, despite the slippers not covering anything other than my toes, with their removal I felt even more naked, perhaps because now I was completely naked, with nothing artificial or man-made on me, just my raw body. It also occurred to me that this sight was nothing new to my observers. They had seen me in this state, completely exposed, before. In fact it didn’t take more than ten minutes for them to convince me to come in here and strip for them. No more than ten minutes could have elapsed between that conversation at the lunch table and now.

I was too distracted to know if there were phones out in the library, there couldn't have been any phones in the pool because it wouldn't be safe, and I didn't see any phones out in the art class, but there were definitely phones out at that moment.

"Why are you covering?"

"Because you have your phones out,” I replied.

"Oh don't worry, we aren't filming or taking pictures or anything."

"Yeah, we are just using her cameras to zoom in so we can see you better."

"Yeah, this way we don't all crowd around you. You'd rather have some space, right?"

"I suppose so," I replied.

"Now we would like to see you piss."

"Right now?”

“Of course right now. When else?”

"Yeah, use the urinal over there."

I stood there for a moment, not doing anything, thinking about it.

"Go on."

I acquiesced, walking over to the urinal. I actually did have to pee, so all I had to do was let go of my bladder and the stream let loose from my urethra, hitting the porcelain.

"Step back if you can, so we can see," I was told.

I tried to get as far away from the wall as I could, only two small steps. I tiled my penis upwards so that the stream arched in the air, giving everyone a good view. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I was already in the middle of it, and I knew the sooner I did what they wanted the sooner they would I've me my clothes back.

Meanwhile, my classmates were chatting up a storm.

“Oh my god!”

“He’s really doing it.”

“In front of everyone.”

“He’s peeing. He’s peeing. He’s peeing,” some of them chanted over and over again, until more joined it and about half of the group was chanting it.

Eventually my stream weakened and I had to move closer until there were only dribbles falling in the bowl.

"Everyone saw that right?" I heard.

"Dick, your piss was yellow, that means you are dehydrated. Which means that we were right, you aren't taking care of yourself."

"But that happens to everyone from time to time," I argue.

"We're still not convinced."

"Stand in the middle of the floor for us."

I complied. But now another issue has popped up, one that had popped up before. I hoped they would call attention to it, but honestly how could they not.

"Alright, we believe you. You need to drink a little more water, but other than that you are very healthy. We won't report you to the staff. But we have something else to talk about."

"You are very erect."

"Do you like this?"

"Are you aroused by pissing?”

"No!" I objected.

"You say know, but another part of you says yes."

I look down at my raging erection. I couldn't really hide the fact that the situation was extremely arousing and it got me excited.

"I got hard those other times," I challenged.

"Yeah," said Sarah, "but that was when we touched you."

"Yeah, we didn't do that this time."

"Well, I don't get aroused by pissing.”

"What is it then?"

"Yeah, why are you hard?"

"Is it being watched?"

"Yeah, do you like being watched?"

"I don't know," I replied. I didn't like admitting it, but it was better than the alternative. Again, I felt like if I didn't answer them they wouldn't give em my clothes back. "Maybe."

"That's not so weird then."

"Yeah."

"I mean, everyone has their only little quirks, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So you’re a bit of an exhibitionist, then?”

I knew the term. It meant that you liked to show off. Like I said, I didn’t really want to lay claim to that title, but…

“I guess so,” I said.

“You’re not sure?”

“Not really.”

“Well you should explore yourself more, you know?”

“Yeah, learn to listen to your body.”

“Yeah, sex is just a part of life. It’s healthy.”

“You do what to be healthy, right?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Have you explored your sexuality before?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” I said.

“Well, have you had sex before?”

I hesitated.

“Don’t worry, we’re all friends here.”

“You can tell us.”

“No,” I said. “I haven’t had sex.”

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” I said.

Admitting that, especially in front of all of those girls, was humiliating. I wasn’t just physically naked, I was emotionally naked. I had no secrets from my “friends”.

“Again, no judgment.”

“That’s fine.”

“Thank you for being honest.”

“What about third base?”

“Yeah, have you done oral?”

I reluctantly shook my head.

“No, I’ve only gotten to second base,” I said.

“Wow!”

“So you’re, like, a total virgin.”

“Do you have to put it that way?” I asked.

“What do you mean? That’s not mean or anything. I’m not being mean, was I?”

“No, not at all.”

“You’re just stating a fact.”

“Yeah.”

“See Dick, I wasn’t being mean.”

“Alright, I’m sorry.”

“Anyways, let’s get back on topic. You are pretty inexperienced. It sounds like you are sexually repressed.”

“Well you don’t want to be repressed.”

“That would be bad.”

“Are you sure you are an exhibitionist?”

“Yes,” I said.

“So us watching you arouses you?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Like right now, you’re turned on?”

“Of course he is, look down.”

“Yeah, but want him to admit it. Dick? Are you turned on by us watching you?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

“What do we think guys? Are we convinced?”

There were mixed responses over if they thought I was telling the truth or if I was just trying to get out of the conversation.

“I got my clothes wet on purpose,” I said.

“What?”

“When we went swimming and I came back to class in a Speedo. I wet down my clothes so I would have to stay in my swimsuit,” I admitted with shame and urgency.

“I always suspected it, but I had my doubts.”

“Yeah, I guess he really is a pervert.”

“Nothing wrong with it though.”

“Of course not, it’s healthy.”

"It's still a little weird though."

"Yeah."

“Alright Dick, I guess we’ll believe you, for now. But we are going to want to test you, to make sure that it is that and not the bathroom stuff.”

“And if we find out that way you say is true, we are going to do our part to make sure you aren’t repressed.”

Just then the door to the bathroom opened and some boys walked in. Thery were taken aback by the large crowd of both boys and girls, but then they saw me.

"Hey, there's a naked guy in here!"

"Woah!"

These students were not from my class and they had never seen my body before. I instinctively covered myself, but it was difficult with an erection. At least nobody barged in while I was pissing. Thankfully, my classmates started shoving them out.

"Hey, we just came in here to use the bathroom."

"Yeah, why is he naked?"

"None of your business," said one of my classmates.

"Yeah, get outta here!"

Once they had succeeded in removing the intruders, attention turned back to me, with my hands on my crotch.

“It’s alright, they’re gone. You can move your hands now,” I was told.

I was hoping they wouldn’t ask me, but I figured they would. After all, they were my “friends” and besides they had already seen more of me today than I ever thought possible.

I dropped my hands, anxious about what was expected of me next. But then the sound of the bell rang, and I realized why those students all wanted to come into the bathroom. It was time to get to class.

“Can I have my clothes back now?” I asked.

They all looked at each other and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Then they turned back to me.

“We have a better idea.”

“The cafeteria will be empty now.”

“We’ll give you your clothes out there.”

“But why can’t you give them to me here?” I protested.

“Remember what we said before, about helping you with your ‘urges?’ Well, there’s no better time like the present.”

"But what if I don't want to?"

"Well, we are leaving with or without you."

I knew what they were implying. They still had my clothes, and if they left I would be stranded here naked until someone else arrived in the bathroom and caught me. I had **** but to play along and follow them out. They started walking out and I followed after them. They walked alongside me towards the center of the large room. I worriedly spun my head around any which way to look for anyone that might see me, shuffling with my hands back on my crotch to cover. I didn't care if it looked like I was touching myself or not.

"Quit stalling," I was told. "Walk faster."

"A staff member could come along at any moment!" I said.

"All the more reason to hurry up!"

"Remember, this is for your own good."

"Yeah, if anything we are doing you a favor."

My classmates were partially correct when they said that the cafeteria would be empty. There were still some lingering students who caught sight of me. They walked over to me and immediately pulled out their phones.

"Woah! What's this!"

"This guy is naked!"

"Please..." I said, meekly.

"Who is this guy?" one of them asked my classmates.

"This is Dick, Dick Thatcher," they were told by my entourage. "He is an exhibitionist. We're helping him act out his fantasies and learn about his sexuality."

"So, he likes, what, being naked in public?"

"Yeah, he likes being seen."

I didn't like that I was being spoken for in this way, but I didn't know how to object.

"Please..." I repeated.

"What's he saying?" asked one of they students.

"What is it, Dick?" one of my friends asked me.

"I don't want to be recorded," I whispered.

"What did he say?"

"He doesn't like you guys recording him."

"Why? I thought he liked being watched?"

"Yeah, but he's a newbie."

"Can you please tell them to put their phones away," I asked.

"He wants you to put your phones away."

"What?! No way! I'm not missing this."

I was beginning to squirm under the anxiety. We were all just standing there and I wasn't getting any closer to getting dressed.

"Tell you what," one of my classmates offered. "How about you can stay and watch while he puts on a show for us if you put your phones away."

"What?" I whispered, but I was too quiet and ignored.

"Hmm, what do we think guys?"

"I guess that's alright."

"Sure."

"Okay, you've got yourself a deal. Just pretend we aren't here and carry on. We'll keep our phones out of sight."

I wasn't keen on letting even more people see me, but I guess it was better to have their trust to that they wouldn't take photos and spread them on the internet. After that my classmates, sorry, my "friends", kept swatting at my hands and pulling at my arms hovering over my crotch until I finally stopped covering and everyone could see my penis.

"Well?" I was asked.

"What?" I replied.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel naked," I said.

"Are you aroused?"

"Yeah, are you aroused?"

"I've never seen an exhibitionist before," someone said.

"I don't know," I replied.

"Well, your erection hasn't gone down."

"Yeah, the cock doesn't lie."

That was true. It was still very hard, but I assumed that it was a result of the anxiety of the situation.

"What is he supposed to do?" asked one of the students from another class.

"Exhibitionists are supposed to show off," said one of my classmates. "So I guess he should display himself for us."

"Yeah, said another of the different students. "We were promised a show!"

"Dick, show off for us."

"How?" I asked.

"Do some poses," one of the girls said. "Like in the art class."

"Yeah!"

"I like that idea!"

And that was how we had a recreation of my little modeling experience, but this time in the middle of the cafeteria, and this time they didn't need me to stay still, so moving was not just an option but a requirement. They had me spread my legs and show them everything, bend over and spread my asscheeks. They had me squat down and bounce my hips up and down, both forwards and backwards, so they could see me shake my as well as see my cock flop around as it stood straight out.

Then they had me stand up on the table, and they asked me how I felt. I didn't quite know how I felt. It wasn't like before. I just couldn't help but feel both inside and outside my body at once. Like I was aware of all the physical sensations happening independently of my consciousness. I could feel the eyes on my skin, and I could see in my head how I must look to them. I could feel the absence of the clothing I wasn't wearing. I could feel the table beneath my bare feet. I could feel the light on my skin...?

They asked if I was aroused. I said I didn't know. They started talking about how I should jerk off. Exhibitionists touch themselves while other people watch. They touch themselves in places where they are not supposed to. So, as I stood on the table, I started to perform my most private act while they all watched. They whispered and gossiped in excitement. I was aware of my own place as a spectacle.

I was getting hot and heavy, I admit it. But then I realized I had stopped paying attention to what was going on around me. I had forgotten to look around me to look for teachers or staff. I suppose if I had been caught that I would know by the yelling, but I would rather have avoided that altogether. I had also stopped looking to see if the students had kept to their promise that they would keep their phones away, which of course they didn't. In fact, some of my own classmates had joined them.

"You promised you wouldn't film me," I said.

"We're not filming you, remember?"

"Yeah, we're just zooming in for a closer look."

"Yeah, we promise."

"Are you sure the camera doesn't turn you on more?"

"Wouldn't an exhibitionist get turned on by that sort of thing?"

"I think we should stop," I said. "We're going to be late for class."

There was some discussion around this.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," said one of my classmates, eventually.

Everyone seemed disappointed, but they had had enough of a show. My clothes were given back to me and I was allowed to get dressed once more. Everyone started walking ahead of me and I knew that I would be the last to arrive to class and Mr. Manning would be happy about my tardiness. But there was another problem. I mentioned that my shorts were small and tight, and they don't hide an erection very well. I walked into class at full mast. My dick was poking through the front of my thin little running shorts. And as I sat in class and was occasionally called up to the board, after getting chastised by the teacher for being late, I heard voices around me whisper:

"Dick Thatcher's Dick is showing!"

"Oh my God!"

"Look at it!"

"I guess he was right, he is an exhibitionist after all!"