He runs away.

Part of him was worried about there being so many people that he won’t be able to control them all of this mask were to find itself removed. Part of him wanted this adventure to go on for longer and be seen by even more. Either way, both sides told Nate that, as sweet as this crowd was, he should retreat before something unpredictable happens.

And so he bolted, running away from the carpool lane the flagpole was next too, and towards the front of the front of the school, where he passed more students. Some whooped and cheered and applauded the streaker, some were stunned and offended by such public obscenity. But they didn’t see him for very long as he ran past them as fast as he could on his bare feet, his dick fully erect and waving around any which way, toward the bus parking lot, where several most students were standing around waiting for their transportation. Nate ran right through the middle of them, to the ambiance of more cheers and applause. He considered stopping and jerking off right then and there, as he was on the edge of campus now and if he went any further he would leave without cumming. But while he did slow down and his hand snaked it’s way down to his crotch and rubbed his dick a little, while looking around at the many eyes upon his body, he saw some staff that worked to schedule the buses starting by to come his way, and he remembered the tight schedule he was on and why he decided to run away in the first place. Sure, he was as aroused as possible and certainly had time to finish, but then his legs would be weak and his pursuers would be closer. And if at any point he was tackled and that mask came off, the game would be over, and it had only begun.

Nate was surprised at how lucid and rational he was in that moment, considering how horny he was. Anyways, he ran and got away in time. The staff didn’t bother to chase him once he was off the property, and from there it was a matter of getting home. He didn’t walk down the street the whole time, not did he stay completely hidden. He did a bit of both, sometimes sneaking around through people’s backyards and sometimes running on the sidewalk when the terrain was too rough for his feet. Once, when an intersection was stopped, he bolted across from one side to another in broad daylight in front of many cars. He couldn’t tell if the ones who honked their horns were angry or encouraging.

Finally, Nate, exhausted, made it to his neighborhood and, after dodging through a few more backyards and being seen by a few neighbors who didn’t seem to recognize him, he snuck into his house when he thought it was safe. He knew he had been seen by many, and would almost certainly be the talk of the town now, instead of just the school, and he didn’t want people to see the mysterious streaker enter his house because then they would know it was him for sure.

He looked around and then sprinted to the back door, finding it unlocked awaiting his usual return which was around this time. He closed the door behind him, took off the mask, and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his cock throbbing while his back was pressed against the door, and he heard his mother in the kitchen.

“Nate?” she asked.

“Yeah Mom, it’s me.”

“Are you alright honey? You sound out of breath?”

She was about to go see him, but he surprised her by walking into the kitchen himself. She saw that he was completely naked, glistening with sweat, and with a raging hard-on.

“Nate!” she exclaimed.

“Hold on Mom,” he said between breaths. “Sorry, I just need someone to watch while if finish this.”

He used his mind control to make sure she wouldn’t interrupt and that she wouldn’t look away or run out of the room, and then he wrapped his hand around his cock once more, after having edged himself many time throughout his journey, and then he jerked himself off. It didn’t take long before he erupted all over the kitchen floor with one of his best orgasms and then promptly blacked out.

When he came to he was in his bed, still naked, unsure of whether or not it was a dream. He got up and got dressed and went downstairs, and it was then that he noticed it was dark outside. Downstairs, his parents were watching the news.

“Hiya Kiddo,” his father said. “Heard you were asleep all afternoon.”

“Yeah, I was,” Nate replied, cautiously. “I stayed up late last night, didn’t get much sleep.”

His mother didn’t say a word.

“Did you heard about this story?” his father asked.

“No, like you said, like I said, I’ve been asleep.”

“Well some pervert apparently ran around the county in nothing but his birthday suit!” his father replied.

“Oh really?” Nate enquired. Now he knew it wasn’t a dream.

“The world’s full of all types of perverts,” his father said. “I mean for Christ’s sake, there are schools around here!”

Nate didn’t sit down, but instead stood there and listened to the details to the story. From the sounds of it, there were no leads as to who the mysterious man was. That was a good sign.

Nate’s mother spoke up: “Oh! Um, Nate. You, uh, said you wanted to wait until you woke up to talk about your grades.”

“What about his grades?” asked his father.

“Oh, nothing,” said his mother. “Just a little problem with his teacher, that’s all.” She turned back to Nate. “Do you want to talk about that now?”

“Um, sure Mom,” he said, taking the hint. “Let me just get something to eat in the kitchen first. You’re welcome to join me.”

As his mother got up and followed him in, his father spooned them both and made them jump.

“Hey, Nate!” he said.

“Uh, yeah, what?” he replied.

“There’s some leftover meatloaf from dinner. You should heat it up. I recommend it.”

“Thanks,” Nate said, before giving his mother a glare and following her into the kitchen.

“I take it you didn’t tell him?” Nate asked his mother in a harsher whisper.

“Oh Honey,” his mother replied. “When you came home, as you were, I didn’t know what to do. At first I considered calling an ambulance, but when I heard the story and I found the mask by the door I panicked and dragged you upstairs. Then I came back and cleaned up the floor." She winced at this, probably because of the substance she had to wipe up. "Then your father came home and I said you told me you just had a rough day and you wanted to rest. No, I didn’t tell him, yet. But, oh! Nate, what happened?”

“I was the streaker,” he replied. “I ran home naked from school.”

“But… why?” she asked.

“Because it was fun,” he replied, half lying so as to not involve his teachers which would only worry his mother more.

“Oh! We have to tell your father,” she says.

“No,” he replied.

“But, I can’t keep this from him. And you need help.” She looked like she was going to cry.

“Look,” Nate said, using his powers. “Repeat after me.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Okay.”

“Alright, I guess.

“Now, you are okay with what I did.”

“I am okay with what you did.”

“You will not tell anyone.”

“I will not tell anyone.”

“Okay?” he said.

“Okay,” she replied.

She looked much calmer now, as if she didn’t have a worry in the world. She returned to his father on the couch as he prepared some dinner for himself. After a day like that, he was famished.

The next day, Nate went about his day normally, stopping by to visit his counselor to pick up his clothes and shows from the day before and stuffing them into his bag. But that didn't stop him from enjoying the buzz of the previous days events. On more than one occasion he found himself trying to hide the erection from hearing all those people talk about him without knowing it was him. He even hear some girls talking about the size of his penis and whether they "would" or not. He didn't even use his powers all day, because he was eagerly awaiting his psychology class. Finally, it was time.

He entered his psychology classroom and everyone acted as if nothing was abnormal. No one gave him any strange looks, no one did anything, not even the teacher. That was until the bell rang and the teacher asked the boy sitting closest to the door to close it. Everyone looked around anxiously with smiles and they started making glances towards Nate.

The teacher stood up from her desk and spoke to the class.

"Alright," she began. "Everyone, now that attendance has been taken, we will now resume our 'secret' unit on exhibitionism. Mr. Lawmaker."

Everyone's head turned towards Nate.

"Um, yes," he replied.

"Stand up please."

He did as he was told. All of the students were watching him.

"Now," the teacher said. "Please remove your clothing."

A few seconds of silence followed as Nate hesitated, just in case. The only response he got was the teacher adding: "Shoes too."

Nate dropped his shorts, and everyone could see he wasn't wearing underwear. He removed his shoes, socks and shirt.

When he was done, the Mrs. Carter said: "Gather up your clothes and set them on my desk."

He gathered up all of his aforementioned items and walked up front. His seat was towards the back, so he had to walk past practically everyone to do this.

When he set his clothes down, Mrs. Carter said: "Thank you, you may return to your seat." And he did as he was told, walking past all the same people, and felt his bare ass against the cold seat of his chair.

"Alright class," said the teacher, turning not the projector. "We are going to watch some footage. Some of you may have seen it, some of you may have even witnessed the events in person, but for scientific purposes, we are going to go through it again ourselves. Now, there are many sources of this footage, and i have done my best to construct and compilation of the clearest quality that I can, so that we all get a really good look. Please pay attention. Andrew, turn off the lights."

The student that closed the door stood up and turned off the lights. The projector displayed a familiar image on the screen. It was yesterday afternoon, and Nate, with a mask on, was taped to a flagpole, completely nude.

The footage carried on for a while, occasionally switching perspectives, when the image was obscured or got blurry; so there was an uninterrupted stream of events, from being tied to the flagpole, to breaking free, to looking around, to watching his hand reach down and start playing with himself. For Nate, this was all very surreal. Due to the risky nature of photos and video, he liked to avoid them in his adventures, unless he had some sort of assurance. As a result, he never watched himself on camera much. He saw himself, but it didn't look like him, only his body. Under the mask it could have been anyone. It was almost like he was watching a porno of his long lost twin. It turned him on very much. His cock didn't grow erect immediately after stripping in class, as he had already been seen naked by the same people the day before. But he did become erect after watching himself masturbate and hearing all the voices of the students and all the things they said about him.

The "movie" did not include the bus lot, only shots of his bare ass as he sprinted away from the flagpole. After that the movie stopped and the teacher asked for the lights to be on. And then after the lights were flicked on, the teacher said: "Mr. Lawmaker, what do you think you are doing?"

Nate immediately knew what she was talking about, because as she spoke his hand was still resting on his cock. He also immediately knew that this was a set up. She had him strip and showed the footage first so that everyone could observe his reaction to it. Very clever.

"Stand up," she commanded.

He did, and she pulled up a spare seat, a tall stool he hadn't noticed before.

"Come," she said. "Sit here. Hurry."

He lightly jogged his way there, cock bouncing with every step, and sat down on the cool surface of the wooden stool.

"Legs spread," she said.

He spread his legs, giving everyone a good view.

"I'm sure you have all been through health class," the teacher said. "And you are at least passingly familiar with the human anatomy. Can anyone tell me what is happening here?" She pointed right at his crotch.

It was only female students that raised their hands; the male students looked embarrassed. Mrs. Carter called on one of them.

"That is an erection. It is a sign of arousal in males," the girl said.

"Correct," said Mrs. Carter. "And from this we can all assume that Nate here is aroused. He was so aroused that he began to play with himself in a crowded room. But what made him aroused? since we are all scientists here, we must account for factors and variables. For one, he could have been attracted by something in this room, or someone. Was do we think about this? Yes, you," she called on the student, another female.

"That is false," the student said. "He wasn't erect until he started watching the film."

"Very good," the teacher replied. "But what about the film? It was, as we say, of an 'adult' nature. How do we know that it wasn't merely arousal at the sight of pornographic material? Yes, you." This time it was a male student she called on.

"Because it was a video about him."

"He wasn't the only one in it," the teacher challenged him.

"But he was the only one that was naked."

"Indeed! Very good," the teacher said. "He found himself aroused at the sight of a former experience of his, one in which he was aroused before. This is what we call 'memory stimulation.' Nate here was affected by a reminder of a memory."

"What we have here, class" she continued, "is a grade A test subject. A through and through, pure, exhibitionist. An ideal subject. Now, Nate," he turned his head to her, still sitting with his legs spread showing his still-erect penis to everyone. "We are going to perform some tests. Isabella?" A girl in the front with a clipboard stood up. "Isabella here is going to ask you some questions and you are to answer honestly, so that we might gather data. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"Good," the teacher replied. And then she added: "Notice, class, how his arousal has not gone down at all, but I would assume has increased as a result of our observation. Take note of that, we don't want it affecting our result later."

The pretty girl called Isabella read off a series of questions, many of which sounded like they were intentionally trying to arouse him, which was probably the point. He was asked how it felt to be naked in class yesterday, to walk around school, to know that most of the school has seen him naked, either in person or digitally, to know that there is footage of his body online. One question asked him how to it felt to know that, since everyone already knows what he looks like, he might as well not ever wear clothes anymore, since there would be no point. He knew that was definitely worded to turn him on, and it worked. He stayed erect throughout most of the questioning, and he wanted to jerk off, but he resisted. He most answered the questions by admitting to his perversions and saying that it made him aroused.

The questioning didn't last too long, and after the halfway point in the period, he was told to get dressed again and take his seat. After that they returned to their actual unit, and nobody mentioned anything. It was almost as if nothing had changed. As the teacher read out from a slideshow and Nate took notes like a normal student, he couldn't help but imagine in his head how it would make no difference if he was naked right now, like the question suggested. Everyone had already seen everything. He also tried to figure out Mrs. Carter. What was her game? He hadn't mind controlled her, only Ms. Cole, her friend, who didn't mention anything this morning.

When the bell rang and class was over, Mrs. Carter dismissed everyone except Nate, whom she told to stay after class and see her. When everyone else had left and he had packed up, he walked up to her.

"Did you keep the mask?" was all she said.

"Yes," he replied.

"Good, you'll be using it again in the future. You may leave now."

She waved him away and he left.

As he walked to the bus lot, something compelled him, even though he was already running late, to stop by the flagpole. Apparently it compelled a lot of other students because a lot of them also returned to the scene of the crime, perhaps in hope of seeing another show, or just to chat with friends about what they saw.

Nate knew they wouldn't be disappointed for long. From he gathered, the local streaker was likely to strike again soon.