The Pretzel Test

Although Stefan had already heard a few giggles on the bus and had also seen pictures and videos of his involuntary streaking performance on some of the mobile phone displays, the bus ride was comparatively quiet overall. Everyone was probably more preoccupied with the pictures and videos on their mobile phones.

However, there were one or two furtive glances at the original, which again appeared stiff and hard as an outline in Stefan's jeans. Why Stefan didn't bother to hide it any more, he didn't really know himself, it just happened, almost automatically.

On the school grounds, things were quite different. Soon Stefan heard the first loud call: "Hey, here comes the wiggly dick!"

"That's Boner Stefan, the guy is totally randy and has a hard-on in his pants all day," another corrected.

"But in the video he's jiggling," the first insisted, holding his smartphone in front of the others.

"Otherwise it wouldn't be PG," laughed a third, older classmate.

"Look how he's jumping for his pants, he's really embarrassing," it sounded from another corner.

Stefan tried to ignore the comments as best he could and walked purposefully to his classroom. He noticed how the many comments were slowly making him blush with embarrassment on the outside, but inside he was almost getting horny feelings again. However, in the classroom, where he would meet all the participants from yesterday, he could expect even less not to be confronted and humiliated with his experiences.

"Ah, Boner Stefan, hard in the pants again?", Ryan greeted Stefan, who had just come through the door, loudly and insinuatingly.

"Nope, can't be hard all the time," Stefan rebuffed.

"We'll take a closer look at that during the break, of course," Ryan boldly announced the next erection check. Stefan ignored the announcement and went on to his seat.

"When are you going to send around the really hard photos?", Ryan turned to Bruce.

"You'll have to be patient," Bruce explained and Stefan was relieved for a brief moment. He was already embarrassed enough by the softcore streaker shots.

"Huh?", Ryan expressed surprise.

"I'm in talks with various porn distributors. The camera was expensive, so I want to make some money with the pictures first," Bruce told him with an incredible casualness, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh, I see," Ryan noted and grinned enthusiastically, "so it's really official as a wank material?"

"Yes, his pictures will then first be offered for download on expensive pay sites, while they are still fresh and the gays are making a lot of money for them. Maybe he'll also get into print media, calendars and stuff like that, or porno magazines for women. But gays are the main customer group. Most of the money is made in the first three months, after that the pictures spread on free porn sites, I've been told. I think that by autumn at the latest, everyone here will have the hardcore pictures on their mobile phones," Bruce described his plans with a nasty grin.

"That's even more crude than just sending the pictures around," Ryan said, enjoying the plans.

Stefan looked at Jonas, who, as always, was trying to look as unconcerned as possible, while at the same time pricking up his ears. The expression on his face was rather disappointed, obviously Jonas would have liked to see Stefan's naked photos sooner. On the other hand, Stefan was quite happy about the delay, even if he was aware that the pictures would soon be offered on pay sites.

And somehow he was still angry with Jonas, because he didn't want to help him yesterday. So he was glad not to have a hard-on in his pants that Jonas could enjoy, and headed purposefully for his seat.

Further discussion was initially interrupted by the lesson. But the first erection check of the day was inexorably approaching. Stefan was determined not to let Ryan talk him into it this time and not to get a hard-on on the way to the toilet today.

"Wow, Stefan, have you ever imagined what that would look like? You, as Atlas, naked and with a hard boner, like that, as a glossy picture, large format on a gay porn calendar?", Ryan began his tried and tested game of creating sexually stimulating images in Stefan's head immediately after class.

"Ryan, you're a total pain," Stefan tried to defend himself.

"Gay pay sites, men pay real money to look at your dick. How do you like the idea of being jerk-off material?", Ryan pushed further into Stefan's mind.

"Good for them," Stefan replied casually, trying not to let any images form in his mind.

"We're taking a right turn today," Ryan said in surprise, urging Stefan in the desired direction.

"What...?" asked Stefan, dumbfounded.

"I'm not in the mood for that stinking pissing booth, and the chicks want to see you live for once," laughed Ryan.

All of a sudden Stefan was nervous and his heart was pounding. Ryan was really unpredictable. So erection control would be different today than usual.

"But, but...", Stefan protested.

"No buts, fresh air at break time is important," Ryan lectured and urged Stefan on to the side exit of the school building and out into the open.

When they finally approached a border of low bushes, Stefan stopped, "It's forbidden to step on the grass, isn't it?"

"Hey, buddy, don't get your knickers in a twist, you're of age and today Mr. Greenberger is in charge, he's going to get some sweet pastries at the kiosk. And it's unlikely that he'll even bring his fat belly down here. No risk, no fun," Ryan motivated him to break the rules and pushed Stefan on.

After a big step over the bushes, they were now moving in no man's land, on a meadow that lay between the back of the school building and the back of an office building on the neighbouring property. When they had finally turned the corner, the group could no longer be seen, at least from the official break area.

Stefan tried to estimate the distance to the office building. It was already quite far, you wouldn't necessarily see details from there, but if he had to drop his trousers here, it would already be clearly visible. He could only hope that the people there were busy and not looking out the window.

"We'll wait a moment until all the spectators are here, we had to split up into several groups so as not to attract too much attention," Ryan explained.

Stefan was now unsettled and nervous, the public place, the office building, the first girls arriving, the usual group of boys around Bruce and Ryan, a few strange boys who must have been informed somehow, the situation was again completely unfamiliar and new.

"I wonder which pictures the gays pay the most money for to jerk off to. I think the jump in the football goal is very dynamic. But also the way your sperm squirts, in a high arc into the open mouth. Do you still remember, Stefan, how you were lying on the exercise ball and couldn't hold your sperm any longer? How you squirted? That huge fountain of semen that you couldn't hold in?" Ryan told the nervous Stefan and kindly put his hands on Stefan's shoulders. So Stefan finally could no longer defend himself against the images in his head. The member in his trousers quickly stiffened.

Stefan sighed. He knew he had lost again. His erection was getting harder with every passing moment.

"So, I think everyone is here. Stefan, why don't you give the chicks a treat and show your bare upper body too, maybe someone will like your bare chest," Ryan now finally began the humiliation.

With a low grumble, Stefan pulled his T-shirt and vest over his head. He knew he didn't have a chicken breast, but a nicely defined upper body. The clothes were quickly taken from his hand and Stefan was already thinking about the previous day again. The thought of not having control over his clothes was very uncomfortable. Nevertheless, it made his stiff member in his trousers fill up even more with blood.

"I think your nipples are harder than usual today. Are you aroused, Stefan?", Ryan inquired with a nasty grin, while more and more mobile phones were pointed at Stefan to record the humiliation.

"Well, a little," Stefan admitted, feeling his ears turning red with embarrassment.

"Well, we'll see that in more detail in a moment. Does Boner Stefan have a boner again?" asked Ryan to the group that had gathered curiously around Stefan.

" Strip! Strip! Strip!" the chant echoed out to Stefan.

"For this special erection check, you should strip completely naked, Stefan, including your shoes," Ryan ordered.

Stefan looked around uncertainly. But the many-voiced " Strip!" brooked no objection. Carefully, Stefan stepped out of his blue Nikes, slipped off his socks and stood barefoot in the grass. Stefan felt everything much more intensely than usual. What if a teacher came after all? There was everything in favour of doing the thing quickly and not offering any resistance. He quickly opened his jeans and pushed them down together with his pants. His fully stiffened penis stood steeply upwards, half of the glans exposed.

"Is that a hard-on?" asked Ryan hypocritically, while the crowd roared loudly.

"Yes, Ryan, that is a hard-on," sighed Stefan.

"Boner Stefan! Boner Stefan! Boner Stefan!" resounded from the audience.

Ryan supported Stefan while Bruce was already tugging at his trousers, which were only hanging from Stefan's bare ankles. Stefan barely lifted his feet before the trousers had disappeared into the audience and Stefan no longer knew where they were.

"Now that Boner Stefan is naked anyway, and because he likes having a boner so much anyway, should he wank it for you too?", Ryan continued to tease the audience.

"Wank it! Wank it! Wank it!" the audience cheered.

"You heard it, rub your hard cock until you almost come, and then pull the foreskin back real tight so we can see the glans real good," Ryan ordered.

Nervously and with his head getting redder and redder, Stefan took his member between his thumb and forefinger and then began to move his foreskin evenly back and forth.

"Wank it! Wank it! Wank it!" the others continued to cheer him on. Stefan looked awkwardly at the office building. Were there people standing at the windows? At least that he was masturbating could be seen from there too.

"What's your name?" asked Ryan.

"Boner Stefan," Stefan let out automatically and the laughter got louder and louder. Stefan was surprised that he had confirmed his nickname himself, without thinking about it.

When Stefan finally felt that he was about to come, he pulled his foreskin back very far once more, held it in that position for a few moments and then took his hands away. His member twitched and a thick drop of pre-cum fell to the floor with a long thread of mucus.

"What is it, Boner Stefan, why do you stop wanking?", Ryan wanted to know.

"It's coming," Stefan murmured. He still found it very difficult to talk openly and vulgarly about sexual things, his uptight upbringing was still having an effect. And just now, when it was about his most intimate bodily functions, the feeling of shame muffled Stefan's voice considerably.

"I don't understand you," Ryan scolded.

"I'm about to cum," Stefan dutifully shouted quite loudly now and everyone laughed.

"Good, then we'll do the pretzel test now," Ryan announced.

"Pretzel test?" asked Stefan in amazement.

"Yes, we'll test how many pretzels your cock is suitable for," Ryan giggled and was handed a paper bag with a bakery imprint by Bruce.

To resounding laughter from the audience, Ryan took the first pretzel out of the bag and pushed it over Stefan's erect member to the root. "One!" he counted out loud.

Stefan felt incredibly stupid as he now stood naked and aroused on the grass with a pretzel hanging from his penis.

"Two!" sounded Ryan as the next pretzel was pushed down Stefan's shaft.

"Three!" announced Ryan as he pushed another pretzel over Stefan's glans and continued down.

"Four! Five!", Ryan continued his game. It felt unusual and strange to Stefan how his member was enclosed by the pretzels and it became even harder and plumper, which is why it was only slightly pushed down by the weight of the pretzels.

"Well, there's still a piece of glans sticking out, but will it hold?", Ryan was now sceptical. The sixth pretzel briefly stuck to Stefan's glans, but then fell to the floor.

"It stays at five. Stefan has a five-pretzel boner!", Ryan shouted the final result to the audience.

"Pretzel boner! Pretzel boner! Pretzel boner!" resounded the chorus, while Stefan was embarrassed to be standing around naked on the grass with the five pretzels on his erect member. He had to turn to several sides so that everyone could get good pictures of the pretzel stand.

"But he doesn't stand up as steeply as he did without pretzels. Is there a lack of manhood?", Bruce chuckled to humiliate Stefan further.

With that, however, Bruce teased Kathrin again, who had also watched the demonstration with interest: "How unfortunate that we can't determine how steep yours would still stand with the weight of five pretzels, because unfortunately it's too short for that, Bruce."

Bruce muttered a few incomprehensible words to himself. He didn't dare attack Katrin, the last time Kathrin defended him was still in his painful memory.

"Let him jerk off!" shouted someone from the pack.

"Yeah, let him show us how his stuff comes out," Oliver agreed.

"Let him fuck the pretzels," Christopher roared, "until he can't hold in his slime!"

"I like that idea," laughed Ryan, "so, Stefan, you heard him, hold the pretzels with your hands and let's see you fuck."

Stefan could hardly believe what he was hearing. But he also realised that he had no choice. After all, he couldn't go back to class naked, let alone with pretzels on his stiff member. So he grasped the pretzels with his hands, pulled his penis back a little and then pushed his pelvis forward again a little.

"And? Horny?" asked Ryan expectantly.

"So-so," grumbled Stefan.

"Make an effort! And don't forget to announce your orgasm loud and clear so we don't miss anything!" demanded Ryan.

While Stefan continued to push his member through the pretzels, Bruce got so excited that he started singing loudly and wryly, "We want to see your cum, we want to see your cum, we want to, we want to, we want to see your cum!"

In the second passage, most of the audience joined in, making it sound like wry fan chants in a football stadium. Meanwhile, Ryan picked up the dropped sixth pretzel and touched Stefan's glans with it every time it poked out of the pretzel tunnel. Soon the pretzel became greasy and slippery and the deliberate touch on the glans increased Stefan's sexual arousal. The more slippery the pretzel became, the more intensely Ryan rubbed it against Stefan's glans, while the chanting crowd still demanded to see Stefan's cum.

"It's coming," Stefan gasped.

"What's coming? Speak in proper sentences for once! And louder!" scolded Ryan.

"My sperm is coming! I'm getting an ejaculation! I'm squirting!", Stefan now shouted loud and clear. The fan chanting stopped and everyone stared at the tip of his limb, which Stefan pushed forward out of the pretzel tunnel again. And then the first spurt of cum spurted out of Stefan's piss hole.

"Pretzel fucker! Pretzel fucker! Pretzel fucker!" was the new battle cry of the spectators.

Stefan thrust hard once more and felt the next thrust of sperm spurt out of his body. Ryan turned the pretzel back and forth so that it was evenly splattered with sperm while Stefan delivered thrust after thrust of his semen. Stefan had willingly taken on the role of victim and was shaking all over because he was once again experiencing a new and intense orgasm.

After the orgasm, Stefan looked around at how he was being laughed at and photographed or filmed. His sense of shame returned even more intensely than usual after the orgasm.

"Take your hands off and wait for the pretzels to fall off by themselves," Ryan informed the next task.

With a loud sigh, Stefan obeyed. What worried him greatly, for the umpteenth time, was the fact that he could no longer see his clothes again. Bad memories of the previous day came back to Stefan.

"Where are my clothes?" asked Stefan anxiously, while all five pretzels were still attached to his, now not so hard, penis. The last drops of his semen leaked out involuntarily and Stefan's glans presented itself wet and shiny in the midday sun.

"You'll get these as soon as you've eaten your break sandwich," Ryan said and held out the pretzel splattered with his own sperm to Stefan.

"Nutritionists recommend chewing every bite 50 times," Bruce mocked.

Laughing uproariously, Stefan took the pretzel and bit into it. It was less the taste than the humiliation that distorted his features. Loud jeering accompanied Stefan as he chewed.

"I think we need to hurry, the break is almost over," Christopher admonished.

"OK, break the pretzel in half and give it to me," Ryan demanded.

Stefan was curious what Ryan was up to. It seemed more than unlikely to Stefan that he would eat from the sperm-soaked pretzel himself. And of course, Ryan had completely different plans for the broken half of the pretzel.

"Jooooooniiiiieee," cried Ryan, "you've been looking so longingly all the time. Or hungry? Both good, here, eat!"

Jonas raised his hands defensively. Still, Stefan thought he saw a great curiosity in Jonas' gaze.

"N...n...no," Jonas stammered.

"Are you planning to do A-levels at this school?" asked Bruce with a grin.

"Yeah, sure," Jonas replied, confused.

"Then eat, or your life at this school will be hell," Bruce lent emphasis to his blackmail.

While Stefan himself bit into his half of the pretzel again, he watched Jonas. Somehow Stefan had the feeling that Jonas wasn't that sad about the blackmail. So he could satisfy his curiosity without losing face completely by eating the pretzel with Stefan's freshly spurted cum with too much curiosity or even pleasure.

Peals of laughter accompanied the falling of the first pretzel from Stefan's flaccid member as he and Jonas consumed the cum-soaked pretzel with combined forces. Stefan was firmly convinced that Jonas was only playing his disgust with the pretzel.

The next two pretzels fell off Stefan's flaccid member and the first spectators left because the show was obviously coming to an end. As Jonas and Stefan put the last bite in their mouths, Ryan threw his clothes at Stefan's feet and left as well.

Stefan pushed the last two pretzels off his member with his hand and put on his pants.

"Thanks for helping," he said to Jonas, who was also leaving.

"You bum! You asshole! Always getting me into trouble," Jonas shouted.

"Hey, I didn't make you come and stare at my dick," Stefan protested.

"Whatever! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I have nothing to do with any of this," Jonas shouted and ran away.

Stefan shook his head and finished dressing. Obviously Jonas was not yet ready to admit his interest in Stefan's body, at least openly.

Finished dressing, Stefan had to hurry to get back to class on time. At least Stefan made it just before the teacher, who was already looking at him sceptically. But since Stefan slipped through the door before the teacher, he was at least on time for the start of class, so even the most disgruntled teacher couldn't change that.

With a serious face, the teacher announced bad news. At least from the pupils' point of view, the bad news sounded quite positive. Mrs Tammelsberger had twisted her ankle on the stairs and had the doctor examine her as a precaution. She was on sick leave for the rest of the day and no substitute could be found at short notice. Therefore, afternoon classes had to be cancelled.

An afternoon off on a sunny day didn't seem like such bad news to most of the students, so pity for the teacher was kept within manageable limits. Soon the word "bathing lake" murmured several times through the room.

After the last lesson, it was Marcel, of all people, who asked Stefan if he would like to go swimming at the lake. Stefan was not at all unwilling, after all, with all the cash in his pocket he could even afford to pay the entrance fee to the lido. Even for a drink or a snack, for once there would be no financial hurdle, except for one completely different one.

"But I don't have any swimming things with me," Stefan then remembered as an obstacle.

"Never mind, I still have to get mine, so I'll bring you some," Marcel suggested. Stefan was a little uncertain about his renewed dependence on Marcel. On the other hand, Stefan was happy that Marcel was talking to him again. And he also fancied an afternoon at the lake.

"Whoever arrives last has to buy a crate of beer," Bruce shouted.

With this challenge, everyone was suddenly in a hurry to get to the car park. Stefan took a seat in the passenger seat of Marcel's BMW M3 and held onto the door handle just in case, which was no mistake given Marcel's driving style.

"Marcel, the diversions to my place wouldn't be that big, we could get my things as well," Stefan suggested.

"Are you crazy? I want to be the first to arrive!", Marcel was indignant.

"Why do you have to be first? It's enough not to be last," Stefan didn't give up on his plan yet.

"No wonder you're getting nowhere," Marcel groaned, "I'll be first and you can be grateful that I'm taking you."

In keeping with Marcel's ambition, the pit stop was extremely short. Stefan should just stay seated so he wouldn't be in the way, as Marcel pointed out unflatteringly. Marcel ran into the house and after a few moments came rushing out again with a bag. The bag flew into the boot and off they went, tyres squealing, in the direction of the bathing lake.

"Why do you only have one bag?" asked Stefan irritated.

"It's enough for a few things, looking for a second one would have taken too much time," Marcel explained.

It was clear to Stefan that he would be dependent on Marcel and that Marcel was probably well aware of this calculation as well as the time factor. But for the time being, Stefan hoped to arrive at the bathing lake in good health.

A short stretch of motorway led out of the city and just two exits later they would have reached the forest lake.

"Now I can finally show you what my baby can do," Marcel enthused as he headed for the motorway slip road.

As if shot down by a catapult, he drove from half of the acceleration lane between two 40-tonne trucks directly into the left lane, where Marcel made it clear to a VW Passat that he wanted to go even faster by driving up close and intensively using his headlights. When the Passat had cleared the field, Marcel accelerated further.

"Aaaahhh, awesome, like an orgasm," Marcel cheered. Stefan left the action uncommented and clung to the door handle.

To Stefan's reassurance, the spook was over again at the second downhill run and the demonstration of good cornering on the downhill run was soon over as well. Finally they reached the ticket booth at the entrance to the car park of the bathing lake, where Marcel paid the parking fee and kindly the entrance fee for both of them.

Marcel looked attentively at the other parked cars until he steered his BMW M3 into a parking space. After another glance across the car park, he threw up his arms and shouted, "Yeah, first!"

Stefan shook his head. So this is what you risk your life for, he found incomprehensible.

"I'm sure Bruce will come second," Marcel predicted.

But to Marcel's surprise, Christopher and Oliver followed, together in the Japanese small car, which was well upgraded with special paint and all kinds of accessories, but at the top of the food chain was of course Marcels BMW, unchallenged.

After a few minutes, Jonas rolled across the car park in the grey VW Polo. Stefan had to smile, both the car and the driving style perfectly matched Jonas's excessive need to avoid attracting attention.

It was well known that Ryan was not exactly in the upper league financially either, and it took quite a while before the rusty Renault Twingo dragged itself into the car park with a rattling exhaust. But at least Ryan, unlike Stefan, could afford a driving licence and his own car, even if it was already a very decrepit example.

A little annoyed, Marcel looked at the display in his dashboard, or more precisely at the time: "Where the hell is Bruce?"

It actually took a while before Bruce came hurtling across the car park in his pimped AMG Mercedes, kicking up a lot of dust. At least in terms of the car, he was almost on a par with Marcel, but in terms of driving time today, he was bringing up the rear. The others got out of their cars.

"Where are you?" asked Marcel.

Bruce jumped out of his car with a red head and shouted excitedly: "Hey, shit, I've been fucked by the fucking cops. Hopefully our lawyer will get it sorted out."

Ryan laughed, "At least it's clear who's paying for the crate of beer."

"Out of the way, junk collector!" roared Bruce as he got his bag out of the boot.

By nature Stefan was not a gleeful person, but the fact that Bruce was nevertheless always put in his place by fate amused Stefan greatly.

"If the rust from your dirty car gets on my car, I'll sue you," Bruce snapped at Ryan.

"You didn't have to park next to me," Ryan stated with an indifferent shrug.

"Stefan, if you want, you can leave your things in my boot right now, then you won't get anything stolen," Marcel suggested kindly.

Stefan was not particularly enthusiastic about the idea, after all, he would be separated from his clothes again and completely dependent on the good will of the others. But did he have any other choice than to play the game?

"Oh, thanks, Marcel, I guess my mobile phone really is better off in your boot than on the sunbathing lawn," Stefan agreed, took the valuable device out of his trousers and placed it in Marcel's open boot. Hoping to get away with it, Stefan pretended that he was now ready to go to the lake.

Marcel reached into his sports bag and threw Stefan two pairs of bathing slippers: "These are from my brother. They should be your size. I guess your shoes were also too expensive by your standards to leave unattended."

"Oh, yeah, right," Stefan confirmed and stowed the shoes and stockings in the boot. It felt strange to put on someone else's bathing slippers, but the sharp-edged gravel stones in the car park didn't give Stefan the choice of just going barefoot.

"The rest too," Marcel said quietly but very firmly. Stefan looked around uncertainly; the others had come closer, guessing that Stefan would soon be the victim of meanness again.

Hesitantly, Stefan took off the rest of his clothes and put everything neatly in Marcel's boot. He only stopped at his pants, surely Marcel couldn't expect him to strip bare in the middle of the car park.

"We don't have all day," Marcel noted annoyed.

Excitedly, Stefan stripped off his pants and put them in the boot, which Marcel immediately locked. Apart from his bathing slippers, Stefan was now standing stark naked in the car park, the other boys were grinning and Jonas was gawping again, his eyes soon falling out of his head. But he would probably blame Stefan again if anyone should notice Jonas staring into Stefan's private parts.

"What about the swimming trunks?" asked Stefan cautiously. At least he wasn't completely stiff again after the ejaculation of the morning, but he felt the blood already gathering in his penis again due to the excitement.

"Oh, yes, the swimming trunks, I wasn't sure if my brother would mind if I lent his trunks to other boys, it's very intimate, the material is right next to his cock," Marcel explained evasively.

"But I can't walk around here naked," Stefan protested.

"Yes, luckily I remembered when I was packing my bag that there is also a textile-free lying area here, and I know from school that you have no problem walking around naked," Marcel explained.

"But we're here in the car park, not in the textile-free sunbathing area," Stefan put forward his final argument, while he felt the tingling of fear and uncertainty in his stomach again.

"Yes, yes, don't panic, on the way you can of course tie your lounging towel around yourself," Marcel laughed and handed Stefan a towel from his bag.

The group started moving and soon found a place on the sunbathing lawn where they all settled down and spread out their things. Stefan felt plenty strange doing this, with nothing but a towel around his hips.

"You have to go a bit further, there's a fence with a tarpaulin at the back, behind it is the textile-free area, up at the kiosk is the passage. You find a nice spot, lay your towel on the grass and we meet in the water on the artificial island. The one in the textile area, of course, but there's no barrier in the water," Marcel described with a grin what he expected from Stefan.

Sighing, Stefan made his way to the kiosk. He had definitely heard the giggling of the others at his back. Soon Stefan spotted the passageway with the sign: From here on textile-free area.

Until now, Stefan had only heard of nudism or textile-free bathing. Beyond the term, it seemed so unimaginable to him that he had never looked into it more closely. For him, it would never have come into question until this moment.

But Marcel had set everything up in such a way that Stefan had no other choice. With a mixture of fear, nervousness and curiosity, Stefan walked purposefully towards the passage in the fence.