Public School (Part 1)

Thatcher, who went by "Hatcher" or sometimes even "Hatchet" for short, came from the extremely wealthy Richard family, but despite this, and for reasons that his parents didn't satisfactorily explain to him, he had to attend an inexpensive public college. His father thought it was a good idea for him to live among "common folk" and "breathe the same air", and his mother was indifferent to what his father made him do as long as it moved him out. Thatcher didn't want to do this, but since he was completely financially dependent on his parents he had **** but to obey their commands, although there was no requirement that he had to be happy about it. He mostly kept to himself; no one called him Hatchet here. He always walked with his head held high, but his peers saw him sticking his nose up at them. The person he most spoke to was his roommate, Howard. On the day they met, Thatcher warned Howard about touching any of his stuff without permission, because he read that people from lower class backgrounds like Howard are more likely to commit theft in their lifetime, and Thatcher didn't want any of his expensive belongings to be stolen and sold off for some petty cash. While other students came to class in shorts and casual clothing, Thatcher always showed up with impeccably nice clothes, often attending in a button up shirt tucked into pants with a suit jacket, further reminding everyone else what kind of money he came from. Although to be fair, he never did wear a preppy, snobby sweater-vest because he found them too itchy.

Mostly he attended class with as little interaction as possible, but a few weeks ago he had an outburst with one of the students that he caught calling him rich-boy. He considered walking away, but, having to much pride, he decided to turn around and make an example of the guy in front of everyone, which only made everyone like him even less as they watched him tell the name-caller how he wasn't really affected by his remark because he was aware of how much of a leech the poor student and his family are on the backs of hard-working people like his father. This continued until Thatcher was yelling in frustration that the student wouldn't listen to anything he said and only retorted with more name-calling and laughter, and eventually a teacher came in to break it up because too many people were standing in the hallway watching the spectacle. As Thatcher walked away he ran his hand through his hair as he usually did when his nerves were elevated, and promised himself that he wouldn't allow himself to lose his temper again, although he had to admit that the other guy was absolutely asking for it.

Back in the present, Thatcher walked down the hallway from his room in the boy's dorms down to the communal bathroom, which he had found disgusting with the knowledge of how many people used them and they were only cleaned once a week by the janitor. Finding himself the only one there, he undressed and placed his very nice clothes on the counter, never daring to stuff them into any sort of bag where they would be wrinkled and creased, and he hung his towel up on the hook next to the curtain. He then enjoyed a nice long hot shower, something he was not advised to do since there was limited hot water to go around, and to use too much would not only affect the other showers, but the laundry machines on the other side of the building as well, but he didn't mind because he never washed his clothes on campus, instead sending them off to be cleaned somewhere proper. When he had decided that he was finally satisfied, long after he was clean, he turned the water off and reached out for his towel, only for his hand to grasp air. Thinking that it must have fallen, he poked his head out and saw that not only was the towel gone, but the spot on the counter where his clothes were before was now vacant too.

He pulled the curtain back completely and stepped out, dripping wet. He walked the length of the room, but the room was devoid of anything that could be used for cover and anyone could have taken his belongings. He walked over to the counter and wondered what step to take next when suddenly he heard voices approaching just before the door burst open. Quickly, he started checking his hair in the mirror, trying to look as professional as always.

"Whoa," Thatcher heard. He looked over and saw two boys his age walking in, both of whom he recognized, but neither of their names sprang forth from his memory, but they could be differentiated by their hair: one had bright red hair and the other one, the one who had just spoken, had dark black hair. He flashed them a glare of contempt and quickly turned his attention back to the mirror.

"Hey man," said the other one, the ginger, "do you mind covering up a little? This is a communal bathroom after all."

"Shut up," replied Thatcher.

"Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," replied the dark haired one.

The two boys walked behind and around Thatcher and set their bags on the counter, pulling out toothbrushes to prepare for the day, when they noticed that their's were the only ones there.

"Where's your stuff?" said the redhead.

Thatcher continued ignoring them, not wanting to show any weakness to people he considered beneath him. Which was hard to do, because he could feel his cock starting to stir as they looked at him.

"Did your stuff get stolen when you were in the shower?" asked the other one.

"How'd you know I was in the shower?" asked Thatcher, out of genuine surprise.

"Because your hair is wet."

Thatcher felt stupid at not realizing something so obvious, and having to be told the answer. He went back to touching up his hair, which he had clearly been doing for too long.

"So..." he heard.

"What?" Thatcher said with a snark.

"What happened to your stuff?"

"Mind your own business."

"Geez, I was just asking. Was it stolen?"

"No."

"Really?"

"So you just came in here without any clothes at all?" asked the other.

"Yes," said Thatcher, keeping his answers short and to the point, no prolonging the conversation any longer than he had too.

There was a pause of silence after this, until one of them spoke again.

"That's pretty cool, you know," said the Noirette.

Thatcher turned to them once again, keeping in character as this time they had genuinely peaked his interest once again because this was not answer had expected. Although he didn't say anything, the slight turn of his head spoke volumes.

"Yeah," said the redhead. "It's really impressive that you are so comfortable with yourself to do something like this."

"Yeah, I wish I was as bold as you. I could never do something like that."

"So what now? You're just gonna walk back to your room like that?"

"Yes," said Thatcher. "Speaking of which, as much as I have enjoyed this wonderful little chat, I do have to be going."

"Alright, see you."

"Yeah, bye."

He turned his back to them, which he liked because it concealed his semi-erect cock, which was feeling all sorts of funny ways in reaction to being seen like this.

As he pulled open the door he heard the boys whisper about him, but he didn't dare look back and break the illusion.

"He exudes such confidence," he heard.

"I know, right?"

With that behind him, Thatcher brazenly walked down the hall and towards his room, not daring to cover and show any hint of shame. He walked on the way he passed another student coming out of his room, who was startled at the sight.

"What the fuck man?"

Thatcher just ignored him, kept facing forward, and walked past. The boy stood silently in disbelief at what he was seeing.

Thatcher reached his dorm and knocked on the door. He would rather not stay out in the hall exposed like this for any longer than he had to, but his copy of the key to his room was in the pants pocket of the clothes that were stolen. He waited for the door to open, but it didn't. After a minute he knocked again to the same result. He continued standing there until he two boys from earlier came out from the bathroom and walked his way.

"Hey man, did you get locked out?"

"No, I'm waiting for my roommate."

"Is he there?"

"Yes."

"Did you knock?"

"Do you think I didn't do that?"

"Then why hasn't he come to the door?"

"He must be in the bathroom. He will be a few minutes."

"Well, it's a good thing that you aren't ashamed right?"

"Hey, isn't this Howard's room?"

"Yes."

"Oh, so you're Howard's roommate?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we'd seen you around before, but we never knew that you were Howard's roommate, that's all."

"We didn't know who it was," said the other.

There was another awkward pause.

"He sure is taking his time."

"He's coming," Thatcher said.

"And we'll leave you to it. Come on," he says to the other one.

They walk past him, turning back once before going into their room, only a few doors down. Thatcher wasn't stupid, he was fairly certain that those two were the ones who stole his clothes, or at least they had something to do with it, but he refused to show any acknowledgment that they had gotten the better of him. He continued to wait there, eventually choosing to stand with his back against the wall and his arms folding across this chest, which would have made him look more casual and relaxed if it weren’t for his raging hard-on, which, just when he thought he could think about something else long enough for it to go down, someone would walk down the hall and notice him, pulling him back into the real world and making his penis rise again. It was clear now that Howard wasn't home. It was strange that he would leave so suddenly without mentioning it, but it's not like Thatcher cared about his roommate's personal life anyways, and it wasn't like his roommate could have predicted that Thatcher would lose his key and would need to be let in, right?

Someone next door tells me that Howard isn’t coming back anytime soon, he just got a text. He asks if I want some help and offers to let me in his room.

By the time the student from the room next to mine came out to give me some bad news, everyone in the building was aware of Thatcher's naked presence. The neighbor came to inform Thatcher that he just received a text from Howard saying that he went out and he wasn't coming back for a while.

"Do you want any help?" he asked. "Do you want to wait in my room?"

"I don't need any help," replied Thatcher.

"Are you sure?"

"What did I just say?!"

"Alright then, geez. So what are you gonna do?"

"None of your business. But if you must know, I will be heading to the main building to ask for a spare key."

"You're going to go outside?"

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, go ahead." And with that the neighbor retreated to his room.

Thatcher walked down the hall, pushed open the door, and immediately began his walk across campus towards the main building where the office was located. There were two main routes from the boy's dorms to his destination, and he opted for the longer, but less open and less populated one. Along the way there he still passed a few students out and about, hanging out or in-between classes. They noticed him and stared, but only from a distance, never getting close or talking to him. At first they thought he might be a streaker, but then they were confused about why he was walking so casually and not running.

As Thatcher felt their eyes on him, his cock grew uncomfortably erect and he started breathing heavy. If he had taken the short route he would have been there by now, but instead he decided to remain hidden and he cursed himself for it thinking about what the two boys from the bathroom said. He told himself that he was bold and had nothing to be ashamed of. He told himself he was an inspiration to the other students around him, and that was what he imagined they talked about when they saw him walking across campus like this. Speaking of those two, he spotted them ahead walking his way. They spotted him and ran over. He didn't stop for them though. He continued on and they walked alongside him.

"Hey, remember us? It's us, Bruce and Ray," said the dark haired one. He gestured in a way that inferred that he was Bruce and the redhead was Ray.

"I remember you."

"Yeah," said Ray, "from the bathroom? Wow, you are even walking outside too. Is this allowed?"

"Of course it is," lied Thatcher, "do you think that I would be doing this if it wasn't?"

"No, of course not, my mistake. Say where are you going? To the main building?"

Thatcher was about to respond when Bruce said: "No Ray, why would he be going to the main building? It's closed for today, remember?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot." He turned to Thatcher. "So where are you headed then?"

"It's none of your business."

"Fair enough. Say, before you go, can we get a picture with you?"

"I have somewhere to be," said Thatcher.

"Please, it will only take a second. It's not like you mind right?"

Thatcher really didn't want to stick around these two idiots for any longer than he needed to and he also didn't want to take a photo as he was, but his pride couldn't allow him to admit that, and he thought that if he agreed it would make them leave.

"Of course not," said Thatcher. "But make it quick."

"We will, thanks."

They quickly pulled another student who was coincidentally walking by just at the right time and asked him to hold Ray's phone for them and take a photo. The guy looked confused about why one of them was naked but he didn't ask why, just took the photo of Thatcher standing in the middle with his arms around their shoulders, leaving his very erect cock exposed in the middle.

"Thanks," Bruce said to Thatcher while Ray checked the photo on his phone. "We won't keep you any longer."

"Goodbye," was all that Thatcher said before he very quickly turned on his bare heel and continued walking in the direction he was going.

Once the two idiots were out of sight he stopped, not knowing where to go now that he had learned that the place he was going was closed. With nowhere else to go he took a seat on a nearby bench. His cock was throbbing and it was uncomfortable. He continued to sit there for a few minutes until he heard a familiar voice...

"Thatcher?" said Howard as he walked up. "What are you doing?! Where are your clothes?!"

"Never mind that," said Thatcher. "Where have you been?"

"I heard there was a package for me so I went to the main office to pick it up, but it turns out it was just yours."

"I thought the main office was closed."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Well, I was on my way there to pick up a spare key when someone finally told me."

"Why didn't you just hand out in one of the other boy's dorms until I got back?"

"None of them offered. What did you say about a package for me?"

"Yeah, it was from your dad. I opened it."

"What did I tell you about touching my stuff you little thief?!"

"Relax, I have it right here." Howard fished around in his bag for a minute before pulling out what looked to be a small plastic egg. He handed it to Thatcher. "It came with a note, but I threw it away."

"What?!"

"It said something about hiding it as soon as possible. I wouldn't get caught with that if I were you."

Thatcher suddenly became very concerned about what he was holding in his hand. I looked like it could be opened, but he had a feeling he shouldn't do that here. He looked around nervously, unaware of what to do.

"If you want," propositioned Howard, "I can put it back in my bag."

"No. I said you aren't supposed to touch my stuff."

"Okay, I just thought that since you don't have pockets and all you'd like a place to hide it."

"I'll find a way."

"Alright, I'm heading back to the dorms, and I'll open up our room when I get there. I'm assuming you don't have a key on you."

"No, I don't."

"Will you be alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Do you want a spare change of clothes? I have something in my bag.

Thatcher had seen the types of clothes that Howard wore, and when he weighed the options in his head, he decided he would rather wear nothing at all than be caught in the rags that Howard usually walked around in.

"No thank you."

"It's your choice. I'll see you back at home."

Howard walked away, leaving Thatcher standing there, without a stitch of clothes and holding some strange device in his hand. He was struck with this feeling that he had to get this thing hidden as soon as possible. He didn't want to waste any time bothering to go to the main building now, whether it was open or not. No, his best bet was to get back to the apartment and stash it somewhere, until then he needed to not be caught walking around with it, but as his roommate had pointed out before, he had no pockets. Well, except one: nature' pocket.

Thatcher looked around, thinking there was no time to hide, and upon being no one around to see what he was about to do, he reached around and pressed the tip of the egg up against his puckering anus. He eased it in as quickly as he could, until the entire thing was enveloped and concealed. The new order of business was to get back as soon as possible, so there was no time to grab any clothes, but he did decide to take the long way back again, because it was more concealed and he had managed to make it all the way there without being stopped before. Having made up his mind, he turned around and started walking back, feeling the lump in his anal cavity as he walked, which was pressing on his prostate and causing his dick to feel funny.

Several minutes later, back at the dorm rooms, many male students were casually hanging around at the entrance, with others looking down at them from the windows. While this wasn't common, it certainly didn't look unusual enough that anyone would take any notice of it. There, Bruce was talking to Howard, who had already gotten back.

"Are you sure he's coming?" asked Bruce.

"Just be patient," said Howard. "It's all going according to plan."

"And you are sure that he will put in his ass?" asked Ray.

"Positive."

"Look!" said Bruce, pointing at Thatcher, who was just coming into view, weary of how many people were hanging around the entrance, but trying to maintain his composure. From this distance they could all see that his cock was still hard, swaing around in front of him as he walked.

"I told you," said Howard. "Now play it casual. Pretend that it's just a coincidence that we are out here.

Thatcher was quite tired after walking all the way across campus and back, mostly for nothing, and with the blood rushing to a single part of his body the whole time. He was breathing heavy again, and his crotch was feeling comfortable, but he was relieved at the sight of the dorm rooms, even if there were so many students that would see him walk in. He thought it was no important matter, so many had seen him earlier anyways, he would survive. Right now he just needed to get inside.

As he neared everyone started turning to look at him, pretending as if they had just noticed him and they didn't know about this ahead of time. Thatcher made sure to keep his head high like he always did, and he didn't dare cover. To cover was a sign of shame, and to show shame was a sign of weakness , and if there was anything his father had taught him, it was that you never show weakness to anyone that you don't want above you, which meant everyone on campus.

Just as he was walking past them he spotted Howard as one of the people around the entrance, standing next to Bruce and Jay from earlier, and next to them was the student he had yelled at only weeks before. It appeared that they were friends. They were looking at him, although, so was everyone.

Just then, Thatcher saw Howard take out what looked to be a remote and press it, which activated the vibrator that Thatcher had put into his ass. It sent vibrations throughout the walls of his anal cavity, especially his prostate, which, combined with the sexual frustration he had experienced all morning from being exposed in front of so many, sent him over the edge into the best orgasm of his life. His cock spasmed and spurted out rope after rope of cum onto the pavement while the onlookers watched. The sensation was so intense that he couldn't stand on his feet for more than a few seconds and instead dropped to his knees before then falling on his hands too while his cock pumped out the last few rounds, completely emptying his balls onto the ground beneath him, to thunderous applause from his peers.