The Streaker

Stefan was still lying with his back on the exercise ball, which perversely pushed his pelvis and sexual organs upwards. The completely unfamiliar situation, the unbelievable experiences in the form of the photo shoot, which he first had to mentally process, and not least the orgasm he had just experienced, blocked his logical thinking.

It all felt very strange. His orgasm was strong, but in the end, the usual satisfaction did not occur because he had not been able to support his cuming with his hand as usual. His penis was still twitching and dripping.

After a few moments, Stefan realised that he had to get out of this embarrassing position. He also remembered the announced table tennis club, whose members could arrive at any moment. It would be unthinkable if someone entered the hall at that moment and saw Stefan lying so perversely naked on the exercise ball right in front of the entrance door.

When Stefan had rolled off the exercise ball, he looked for anything to wipe off the cum, but he was just stark naked and there was not a piece of cloth around.

Jonas left the locker room with his bag and allowed himself one more long look at the naked, cum-smeared Stefan as he passed.

"Jonas, do you have a handkerchief for me?" asked Stefan hopefully.

But Jonas pretended not to have heard Stefan at all and walked past Stefan with his usual impassivity.

"Hey, Jonas!" shouted Stefan louder. Jonas looked around nervously, "I don't want any trouble with the others."

"But," Stefan tried to convince him, but Jonas opened the door to the outside and simply left the gym, as if there was no ****, cum-covered Stefan begging for a little help at all.

To Stefan's horror, Bruce and Ryan now also came out of the changing room with their bags. Stefan jumped up from the floor and ran towards them, "Where are my clothes?"

"What do you mean you don't know where your clothes are? You really should take better care of them," Ryan quipped cynically.

"Why don't you check where you left them at your place?" asked Bruce.

"Ah," replied Stefan and quickly ran to the changing room. He now really believed that the two of them had only hidden his things for a moment and had now put them back in the right place. But in the changing room Stefan looked disappointedly at an empty bench.

"If you only knew how pathetic you look," blasphemed Oliver, who now also took his bag and left.

Stefan ran past Oliver. Bruce and Ryan had already opened the exit door.

"My stuff isn't here!" cried Stefan in panic.

"Well, that's too bad," Ryan chuckled.

"You promised, even in writing," Stefan turned directly to Bruce.

"I like it when you're so ****," Bruce laughed.

"I did everything you asked, even though it was embarrassing as hell," Stefan recalled the previous action.

"The cum wasn't perfect on command," Ryan reprimanded.

"This is no reason for you to take my clothes," Stefan protested.

"Alright, you get your stuff back, but because you didn't deliver the orgasm perfectly on command, you don't get the stuff delivered perfectly to the bench either. Punishment must be," Bruce explained with a nasty grin.

"What do you mean?" asked Stefan anxiously.

"Well, while you were showering, Ryan quickly took your belongings to the bus stop. If no one took them, you'll find them there," Bruce explained.

"But I can't...", Stefan gasped in horror.

"The way I see it, you have exactly two choices," Ryan said calmly, looking once more at his Californian wristwatch, "either you run off immediately, collect your stuff and, with a bit of luck, still get your bus, or you stay here and come up with a creative explanation for your condition to the people from the table tennis club."

With these words Bruce and Ryan left the sports hall, together with Oliver.

Stefan stood there transfixed, feeling his heart beat up to his neck. He couldn't run naked into the street after all. And what if Bruce had lied again and his clothes weren't at the bus stop? Then he would be standing naked at the bus stop.

But staying in the hall, where people from the table tennis club would see him at any moment, was no solution either. A glance at the clock in the hall told him that his bus would leave in two minutes. The cooling-off period was running out.

While Stefan was thinking desperately, Christopher also walked past him, grinned once more gleefully in Stefan's direction and left the sports hall.

Stefan took a deep breath, there was no other solution, he had to run through there now to the bus stop before the people from the table tennis club came.

He opened the door, ran across the corridor and opened the outer door with a flourish. Now he was stark naked in the schoolyard. His whole body was tingling with excitement. His penis was no longer stiff after the orgasm, but it was still thick and swollen, much more than Stefan would have liked.

Stefan kept running. At least he could be relatively sure that outside of break time and in the afternoon there were no more students on the grounds, especially younger ones. Only those who had stayed longer to watch his photo shoot were still on the school grounds heading home. And they finally knew why Stefan was running naked across the school grounds.

On his way, Stefan first passed Christopher, who had just left the hall when Stefan was still thinking about what to do.

" Naked ass!", Christopher shouted loudly and started laughing.

Next Stefan caught up with Ryan, Bruce and Oliver. As they overtook, he heard resounding, almost adolescent hysterical laughter.

"Run Stefan, run!" shouted Ryan after him.

And of course Stefan ran on, pushing all thoughts aside. On the stairs towards the public road, he also overtook Jonas, who was about to turn right because he lived in a different direction.

"Cowardly bastard! Not even a handkerchief!", Stefan whined disappointedly but loudly as he ran past.

"Get away from me, I don't want any trouble," Jonas yelled excitedly. You could tell he was scared and ****. He probably would have liked to help Stefan, because he was not a bad character, but the fear of **** by Marcel's clique was written all over his face.

Stefan had no time to argue with Jonas, especially since he also had some understanding for Jonas' difficult situation despite all his disappointment. The bus could come at any moment. It turned left onto the public footpath. Fortunately, it wasn't too busy. But a whopping 400 metres and a pedestrian traffic light separated him from the bus stop where, hopefully, his things were waiting for him.

At record speed, Stefan overtook an elderly lady with shopping bags. She would at most get to see his bare bottom, Stefan reassured himself. As fast as his bare feet carried him over the pavement, Stefan ran on.

The next overtaking manoeuvre succeeded less confidently. A young man of rather southern appearance must have heard the soft sound of Stefan's bare feet behind him and instinctively turned around. In a split second, his gaze fell on Stefan's crotch, where the still clearly enlarged member was being tossed back and forth with each step.

"Hey!" the man shouted with wide eyes.

Even though Stefan could not interpret whether this expressed enthusiasm or rebuke, he dodged and ran past the man. The next stop was the pedestrian lights, which of course showed red. Gasping, Stefan pressed the button and hoped the light would quickly turn green.

Stefan used the **** pause to look towards the bus stop. His destination was now in sight and, to his delight, Stefan discovered his school bag and his sports bag. However, Stefan was less enthusiastic about the fact that there were a lot of students waiting for the bus at the bus stop. That was not unusual for the time, but he would soon have to run towards them all completely naked. And the first ones had already spotted him, because they pointed their fingers in his direction.

"Hey, what are you doing?", Stefan heard from the side the Southerner who had come closer again in the meantime, after Stefan had overtaken him earlier. The tone of voice sounded quite stern and reproachful, perhaps also indignant, but he was also gawking very conspicuously at Stefan's genitals.

Stefan was very uncomfortable that his penis just wouldn't go limp properly. The tip of his glans was also still peeking out of the open foreskin and his cock was clearly enlarged, although fortunately it wasn't sticking up as well. Nervously, Stefan looked at the traffic lights, hoping they would turn green before the guy finally reached him.

To his horror, Stefan also saw the bus arriving. And the southerner continued to come closer and closer. Finally, the traffic lights turned yellow for the motorists. The two cars in front of the bus braked. Stefan breathed a sigh of relief, the bus now had to stop at the traffic lights. The traffic lights for the car drivers turned red. The bus came to a halt. The bus driver could now see Stefan standing at the traffic lights, naked and with his member still enlarged after the intense, but still unsatisfying, orgasm. And the bus driver stared intensely at Stefan, as did the car drivers.

"Why are you naked?" the Southerner asked reproachfully again. He was only one step away from Stefan. Not even now, when he was restlessly stepping from one leg to the other while waiting at the traffic lights, which at least gave him the illusion of walking and lowered his nervousness somewhat, did it occur to Stefan to cover his private parts with his hands.

Somehow it was pointless anyway, because everyone had already seen him stark naked anyway, and with the still significant enlargement of his penis, the hands might not be able to hide everything either. Last but not least, it would look very silly to stand around with his hands between his legs. The last reason, that it might even give him a certain arousal and sexual pleasure to expose himself to everyone like that, Stefan didn't want to admit to himself.

Since all the cars were stationary, Stefan no longer waited for the green light of the pedestrian lights. He ran off, across the street, now he was on the home stretch, so to speak. It was still 200 metres to his things, to the bus stop, and the bus was still at the red light. Stefan felt his limb being flung from side to side, he could imagine how embarrassing that must look, but his only chance now was to run as fast as he could, no matter how uncomfortable that actually was and how embarrassing it would probably look.

Because they had spotted him so early at the traffic lights, several students at the bus stop had pulled out their mobile phones and were filming and photographing Stefan as he ran towards them. And the closer Stefan got to the bus stop, the better the video footage would become. But Stefan could not worry about that at that moment. He had to run towards the mobile phone cameras held out to him, whether he liked it or not.

Just in time, Stefan discovered Ryan's last nastiness. His pants were hanging from the pole of the bus stop sign. With a mighty leap to complete the spurt, Stefan grabbed his pants. Around him he heard peals of laughter and nasty comments. But Stefan had to ignore that too. While he put on his pants, he hoped that the sweat breaking out after his violent sprint would halfway conceal the sperm on his body.

With the rest of his things, Stefan had to make his way through the crowd, which was already pushing towards the kerb because the bus was pulling in at that moment. Some of the students took the opportunity to take a few close-up pictures of Stefan's genitals as he passed by, without asking for permission.

Stefan was relieved to see his Nikes in his sports bag. His ticket was also in its usual place in his school bag. As quickly as he could, he slipped into his worn-out boxer shorts, still shoveling with exertion. He could only pick up the rest of his clothes and hold them in his arms. Stefan was the last to board the bus, just in time. The bus driver looked at him sternly when he showed him the ticket.

"Normally I'm not allowed to take you at all like this, the conditions of carriage state that passengers must wear full outer clothing," the bus driver explained with a stern look.

"Oh, please, gym class ran late today, I'll get dressed right away," Stefan begged.

The bus driver grinned and once again examined Stefan from head to toe with his gaze, "Must have been a very interesting exercise you did in PE class."

"Yes, very unusual," Stefan gasped, half out of breath from the sprint, half embarrassed. In addition, Stefan had the feeling that his member was already swelling up again a little more, which shouldn't really happen so soon after the orgasm.

"Well, whatever," laughed the bus driver, "but get dressed right away."

Stefan walked past the bus driver and the door closed. Amid loud laughter and appropriate comments, Stefan got dressed in the middle of the bus. It wasn't easy at all standing up in a moving bus, but of course if you're the last one to get on the school bus, you don't stand a chance of getting a seat. With some unintentional comedy, Stefan finally managed to get dressed standing up in the moving bus. Stefan tried to ignore the fact that he was also being filmed and photographed doing so.

"Look at his thing wagging," one student laughed, holding out his mobile phone to the other.

"Gross, will you send me that?" the other asked.

"Sure," said the first and tapped on the display.

So Stefan involuntarily got to see how the embarrassing video of his naked sprint to the bus started to go viral. And he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. And he was also aware that much worse footage was in the possession of his permanent opponent Bruce.

"You've got something in your hair," someone called out.

Stefan reached into his hair and felt it damp, greasy and sticky between his fingers. When he brought his hand up to his nose, the fear became a certainty, sperm had also ended up in his hair during his intense orgasm.

"Oh, too much hair gel," Stefan said sheepishly.

"Yo, hair gel, you bum, every man can see right away," the stranger shouted back and again wild laughter filled the bus.

With his head red and his inner shame burning, Stefan finally stormed off the bus and ran home as fast as he could. There he first threw himself onto his bed and pulled the covers over his head. He had never wanted to go that far, today the act had got completely out of hand.

He would have to ask Marcel to prevent Bruce's photos from being passed on. He would demand more money from Marcel because he had done much more this time than last time for 100 euros. It was bad enough when the video of his sprint to the bus stop was already out of control.

But for now, Stefan wanted to forget the whole world. Curled up under his duvet, he fell asleep. Later he did his homework.

Afterwards, Stefan called Marcel and told him his concern. But the reaction was shocking.

"Money?", Marcel asked mockingly, "my goodness Stefan, you don't know anything about economic life. If someone provides a service without an agreement, then he cannot demand money for it. We had no agreement, so there is no money. On the contrary, soon I'll know I can demand more from you, you obviously enjoyed having your picture taken by Bruce."

"No, it didn't," Stefan protested.

"But it looks different in the photos, I've already seen them of course," Marcel laughed, "and your sprint video is already spreading in various WhatsApp groups at our school. Looks badass."

"What?" exclaimed Stefan.

"Oh, it's a pity that you, as an outsider, don't notice things like that. Wait, I'll send it to you. And we'll talk about the consequences of your action today later," Marcel said with a cynical undertone and ended the phone call.

A few seconds later, Stefan received a WhatsApp message from Marcel with the video. Stefan felt that glowing sense of shame again when he saw himself running there. It looked even more embarrassing than he had imagined. Stefan was devastated.

But to his own amazement, his feelings changed in the course of the evening. When Stefan watched the video again before falling asleep, he was overcome by an urgent need to masturbate because he was excited by the sight of him running naked along the pavement with his swollen member and the tip of his glans exposed, right towards the camera. Watching the movement of his own genitals as he ran suddenly gave him strong sexual feelings. Especially since Marcel had sent him more videos with zoom and slowmo. This was almost porn level. Gasping, Stefan squirted excitedly from his own sight and then quickly fell asleep.

Unfortunately, the next day didn't start very pleasantly either. At breakfast Stefan's mother asked many unpleasant questions because she had discovered the new Nikes on Stefan's feet for the first time. She was even afraid that Stefan might have started stealing because of the family's poor financial situation.

The explanation that a classmate had made a mistake with the size and had given Stefan the shoes as a gift raised considerable doubts in Stefan's mother's mind. It was half the truth, but Stefan's mother didn't really want to believe in such generosity. But Stefan could not tell his mother what he had done in return. The situation remained unpleasant and Stefan's mother suspicious. But she had to go to work, so to Stefan's relief the questioning came to a temporary end.

After Stefan had washed the breakfast dishes and put them away, it was time for him to make his way to the school bus. To his delight, he met Lars again in the stairwell, who greeted him with a friendly smile. That was the first pleasant moment of the day.

"So, has the situation at school calmed down again?" asked Lars, obviously hoping for a yes.

"No, quite the opposite, yesterday after gym class, while I was showering, they brought my stuff to the bus stop, so I then had to run naked to the bus," Stefan confessed his new humiliation. He preferred not to mention anything about Bruce's photo shoot at first.

"Wow, that's really cool," Lars commented.

"And meanwhile videos and pictures of it are going around on WhatsApp," Stefan added.

"Poor you. Do you see a lot on the videos?", Lars enquired sympathetically.

"Everything," Stefan confirmed, "if you trust me and give me your number, I can send you a sample sometime."

"Really?" asked Lars in amazement, "that will cost you a lot more trust, after all, all you'll have is my phone number, I'll have naked pictures of you."

"I know, but they go viral anyway, and you've already seen me wanking, so it's not half bad, and...", Stefan hesitated for a moment, "I trust you, I don't know why, but I'm much less ashamed in front of you than in front of the others."

"Oh, what an honour," Lars thanked him, "I won't do any mischief with it either."

While Stefan was sending the first video to Lars, his heart was pounding hard and it was quickly getting tight in his pants. Stefan's pulse rose even more when he watched Lars watching the video on his mobile phone.

"Woah, awesome, how cool is that, awesome," Lars commented and his hand briefly went to his crotch.

The next moment Lars' hand jerked back, he looked slightly startled and looked in Stefan's direction, "Sorry, I guess I lost a bit of control there, I didn't mean to be so disrespectful and insult you."

"That's alright. I don't take your enthusiasm as an insult, quite the opposite. Oh crap, I have to get to the bus," Stefan replied, almost losing track of time.

"I wish you a good day without bullying today," Lars called after him, while Stefan had to make an unplanned sprint to the bus stop.

"At least I'm awake now," Stefan thought to himself as he reached the bus stop in time.

On the bus, Stefan sat again with a stiff penis in his trousers while he also sent Lars the zoom and slow-mo shots. Why he did this, Stefan could hardly explain to himself, but he had a strong feeling of trust towards Lars.

When Stefan entered the school grounds, he himself was curious about what new challenges the day would bring him.