Modern Life (Interlude: Lunch)

Oliver took his time walking back to his locker and putting his camera away. He didn’t need to return to the classroom to retrieve his backpack or books because he didn’t have any today, so instead he could just go straight to lunch. Still, he took his time, enjoying the feeling of the empty hallway filling up with people behind him while he fiddled with his locker.

Eventually, he walked to what was, with the exception of the football stadium during home game nights, the most crowded area on the entire campus: the cafeteria.

The first thing he noticed as he walked in was just how many people were there, how many pairs of eyes, and not all of them were looking down either. Some were looking across tables, others to the side and the people around them. Compared to now, everything else he had done was risk-free.

Wasting no time, he did the obvious thing by standing in the lunch line. He stood shoulder to shoulder with ignoramuses, holding a styrofoam tray at waist level, resting on his hard cock. With each scoop of mashed potatoes, he could feel the weight on his dick. Unfortunately, his school had a self-serve lunch line, like a buffet. So while there were lunch ladies, they only put out the food and didn’t serve it.

Since he was so late getting there, most of the tables had already been filled up, so he took a seat on the floor like the rest of the loners, who spent their time doing homework or on their phones. He felt his bare ass on the grimy floor which was in **** need of a sweep. He didn’t get a a spork when he was in the lunch line, so he had nothing to eat. A few ideas flew through through his head: going back through the line just for the utensil or bending over and eating like an animal, face down and ass up.

But he was too impatient for either of those. He walked over to a table and climbed on top of it, elevating himself to a level that could been seen from anywhere in the room. He stood upright, his bare feet just feet away from the food trays of the people sitting at this table, who were all staring at their phones. There he wiggled his hips and let his erection away back and forth as he scanned the room.

At first he didn’t even see the boy staring at him, not until the boy stood up and pointed at him. He yelled something Oliver couldn’t quite hear over the commotion, but he could assume much of it. Soon other students took notice of what he was pointing at, and more noticed what they were getting excited about. Ironically, it was the people seated nearest that noticed him last, and the people seated directly beneath him looked up to an eyeful.

There were murmurs, questions of how he got here without anyone noticing. Most, ignorant of their own obliviousness, assumed that he must have stripped right then and there, or else how could he have walked in the room without anyone noticing he had no clothes on?

And then all the phones turned in his direction, and a hundred cameras captured his nudity from all sorts of angles. And they would soon find their way to the internet. His parents would find out, and he would be in trouble. They would have to send him away to be rehabilitated, but they would never be able to hide the shame of being the parents of the son who went to school naked. This story would probably even be on the local news.

That was it, his life was over.

He had no excuses. No one to blame. He did this to himself. He wanted this.

And it was to that thought that he grabbed his dick and started stroking. Fast. And in lest than a minute he came while they all watched. He would be forever known as the guy that came to school naked.

Of course, none of that really happened, except the ejaculation. But it felt real to him as the replayed it over and over again in his mind while pumping out rope upon rope of semen onto the table.

Alas it was only a fantasy, a “what if”. No student from afar noticed him, let alone pointed at him. And the people beneath him didn’t even notice the cum as it splattered on their table next to their food.

And if there was any consolation to be had at the disappointment of reality, it was that his adventure was not over, and he was free to do even more.