Newd Neighborhood

[Spathic Swordmaiden]

Chapter 4: Chaos in the Halls

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Inside, the halls buzzed. Boys lounged against lockers in various states of undress, while girls navigated around them in jeans or skirts. Near the water fountain, Jon stood arguing with a teacher, still in his white briefs. I'd never seen him wear anything more.

Macey tugged my sleeve. "Home ec first period?" Her voice trembled slightly. I nodded, following her past a group of boys and one girl playing hacky sack. One stumbled backward, the erection in his shorts brushing my leg. I froze. Macey gasped, not at the bulge, but at the kid’s flailing arm knocking her teddy bear from her grasp. It skittered across the floor toward the boys’ locker room entrance.

"Wait!" she cried.

I lunged after it, diving just as the door swung open. My fingers closed around the bear’s paw a split second before a football cleat stomped down, crushing my hand against the tile. Pain shot up my arm. Above me, Chad from the track team grinned, shirtless and sweaty. "Oops." Behind him, a dozen naked players chuckled.

Macey pushed through the crowd, eyes blazing. She snatched her bear and whirled to face Chad. For a heartbeat, her shyness vanished. "Apologize," she demanded, clutching the toy to her buxom chest.

Chad snorted. "Make me, Titty Bear Girl."

Suddenly, Jon stepped up and shoved Chad hard. "Leave my best friend and sister alone!" Chad stumbled into his teammates, causing a domino collapse of yelping, half-naked boys. Macey stared at her brother's briefs-clad bouncing backside, then at me, her cheeks pink. The bell rang, scattering everyone. I noticed my hand was throbbing in pain.

"Thanks," I mumbled to the briefs-clad boy. I never expected my first friend here to tackle a jock for me.

Jon winked, adjusting his briefs as he trotted toward gym class. Macey meanwhile reached up to my throbbing hand, her fingers brushing mine. "Your hand..." She bit her lip. "Want me to kiss it better?"

Before I could answer, Mason strode past. Her glossy black braids swung like pendulums as she eyed Jacob, now chatting with Max near the vending machines. Jacob didn't notice the stunning, tall young woman, focused on his chat with Max. The tomboy kept 'accidentally' bumping her hip against his thigh. Mason arched an eyebrow, her D-cup chest straining against a sequined top. "Newbie’s popular," she purred to no one in particular before vanishing into the crowd.

Macey tugged me toward home ec. The classroom smelled of burnt sugar and fabric softener. Mrs. Gable, a plump woman with flour-dusted apron, beamed. "Partner up! Today: apron sewing!"

Macey claimed the station nearest the supply closet. She laid out pink gingham fabric, her movements precise. Her camisole slipped again, revealing the swell of her breast. I fumbled with my needle.

"Like this," she whispered, guiding my fingers. Her hand lingered, warm and small. The scent of strawberries and cream intensified as she leaned close. Her thigh pressed mine under the table in a deliberate nudge. My shorts suddenly felt tighter.

I shared this class with Mason and judging from all the trendy and fashionable girls gathering around her she seemed to be the queen bee. She stitched vigorously in sewing motions which weren't just speedy, but precise as well. She must have been a very experienced seamstress.

Macey’s needle accidentally ricked her thumb. A bead of blood welled and she let out a soft gasp, startled. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand in concern, but she took control of the interaction. She lifted my bruised knuckles and pressed a shy kiss just below the swelling. Her lips were soft, warm. "Now we match," she breathed.

Heat shot right through my body. The bell rang despite how fast the sewing lesson seemed. Macey snatched her half-finished apron and bear and fled, her massive boobs nearly bouncing out of her flimsy camisole.

After leaving my seat I suddenly realized I needed to pee really bad. I proceeded down the hallway to the restroom. That's when I noticed Jacob walking down the hall coming towards me. He looked a little upset and he was absolutely nude. Not even a pair or flip-flops!

"Jacob, whats wrong?" I asked

"Well It turns out I'm the ONLY boy who came to school naked. I don't know what to do! The school doesn't have anything for me to wear and Mom
is at work."

"Why did you come to school naked?" I asked

"Well I didn't want to miss the bus, and I remember Mom telling us that we were allowed to be naked at school. I thought it would be easy," Jacob explained

As Jacob was talking, I noticed he started to get hard. By the time he admitted that he thought it was going to be easy he was as hard as a rock.

"Jacob, dude, you're.. Um... throbbing, man. Won't you be going to your next class like that?" I asked

"Yes, but no matter what I do I keep getting boners and I cant seem to get rid of them," Jacob whined.

"Don't you have a towel? You could wrap it around you. You know you're supposed to bring a towel to sit on," I explained

Jacob holds up his towel. It was just a slightly oversized washcloth, not even big enough to go around his leg, just enough to cover a seat top.

"I grabbed it off the oven as I went out to the bus." Jacob explained

"Well man, you're gonna have to go to class and just try to ignore it. If you don't touch it, it should go away," I said

"Thanks, man," jacob sighed.

Well, I proceeded to the restroom and my nude, erect brother walked to his class. I only barely noticed that popular girl Mason eyeing his throbbing boner and bouncing ass as he walked past her, a smirk on her lips.

In biology, Mr. Finch lectured about ecosystems while shirtless boys fanned themselves. A girl raised her hand, asking to be allowed to take her top and bra off, but Mr. Finch insisted no indecency would be allowed in his class and said the girl should be more modest and proper. Naked Jacob sat rigid atop his handcloth-covered seat as Max sketched genitalia in her notebook. When Finch turned to write on the board, Max’s hand vanished under Jacob’s desk. Jacob’s choked gasp echoed and several boys snickered. From the looks on their faces, it seemed like Max gave lots of boys under-the-desk handjobs.

Lunchtime. The cafeteria buzzed. Jacob marched in, flushed and still completely naked. Max trailed him, grinning. Mason eyed my younger brother's throbbing, bouncing boner leading the way in front of him as he walked by her table with the other popular girls. Her eyes were predatory and I saw her lick her lips, but I convinced myself it was just from the sandwich she was eating. Jon plopped beside me, briefs slightly askew, chewing pizza. "Saw your bro bolt outta bio. Max gobble him up?"

Suddenly, icy cola drenched my lap. Chad loomed over me, sneering. "Oops." My shorts clung, soaked and cold. Laughter rippled.

Macey appeared, thrusting a towel into my hands. Her eyes flickered to my soaked crotch, then back to my face. "Bathroom?" she suggested softly. "Before it... chafes." Her cheeks burned as she clutched her bear. Chad looked offended at being ignored, but did nothing to stop us as we left.

The walk felt endless. Boys smirked. Girls giggled. Inside the empty restroom, Macey hovered by the sinks. "I’ll guard the door." Her gaze lingered on my zipper.

Alone, I peeled off the wet shorts. My red briefs were plastered transparent. Footsteps approached outside. Panicked, I shoved the shorts into the trash to hide them.

The door creaked open. Macey’s eyes widened, locked onto my briefs-clad hips. She took a step closer, teddy bear dangling forgotten at her side. "Luke," she whispered. The bell rang. Outside, chaos erupted into yelling and sprinting footsteps.

Macey didn’t flinch. Her small hand reached out, fingertips grazing my waistband.

The cool air from an overhead vent prickled my damp skin. Her touch left a trail of fire. She glanced toward the door, where the commotion outside was swelling, but her eyes snapped back to me.

"You’re still... wet." She knelt down, giving me a wonderful view down her cleavage as her fingers entered my waistband with such lightness as to be feathers. She looked up, big doe-like eyes asking me a silent question. I just nodded and she carefully, almost reverently, lowered my briefs. My erection bounced free and she gave an audible gasp. Macey's face was like someone who had just found the Holy Grail itself. She breathed out in awe of my penis, enamored by the sight of it.

The sudden roar of laughter from the hallway sliced through the tension. Chad’s voice bellowed, "Check out the newbie’s bone parade!" Jacob’s muffled protest followed. Macey flinched, clutching her bear. "Hurry," she breathed. "Someone might enter the bathrooms soon."

She snatched a discarded janitorial smock from a hook and thrust it at me. "For modesty." Her eyes lingered on the outline of my erection, a shy smile playing on her lips. Before I could react, she darted out, pulling the door shut behind her.

Alone, I yanked the smock on. It reeked of bleach and barely covered my thighs. Outside, the chaos crescendoed. Sneakers squealing, lockers slamming, Jacob’s panicked shout rising above it all. "Get off me!"

I cracked the door. Down the hall, Jacob was pinned against a trophy case by Chad and two other track athletes. His erection jutted helplessly as they mockingly flicked it. Mason stood watching with her arms crossed, a bemused smile twisting her glossed lips. "Look at him throb," she dreamily sighed. But then she stomped forward and before Chad could react, the tall girl decked him straight in the jaw. He went barreling into the nearest locker, and Mason caught Jacob in her arms just in time.

"You okay there, naked boy?" she asked, her voice soothing and husky.

Rather than responding, Jacob scrambled free, his face crimson, his hard-on bouncing as he bolted toward me. He skidded into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Outside the bathroom, Mason blushed, smiling as she thought about the feel of that naked boy in her arms.

"Luke!" he panted, eyes wild. "They wouldn’t stop! Mason just saved me!" His voice cracked. He leaned against the sinks, trembling in something I suspect wasn't solely fear. His face was flushed and I could practically hear the pounding of his heartbeat.

The door handle jiggled. Macey’s urgent whisper seeped through. "Teacher coming!"

Jacob froze. "My towel’s in bio," he whispered hoarsely. "Max has it for safekeeping."

Footsteps approached and Mrs. Gable’s shrill voice cut through. "Detention for everyone loitering!"

I shoved Jacob toward a stall. "Hide!" He stumbled in just as the door burst open. Mrs. Gable stood framed in the doorway, flour still dusting her apron. Her eyes narrowed at my grubby smock.

"Explain."

Before I could speak, Macey slipped past her, holding up my ruined yellow shorts from the trash. When did she get those? "Luke spilled soda," she said softly, eyes downcast. "I was helping him... clean up." She hugged her bear, the fabric of her camisole straining.

Mrs. Gable smiled. "Oh, is that all? That's fine. Thank you for helping these boys, Macey. You've always been such a sweet girl." She turned and left, shouting at lingering students as she headed down the hall.

Macey stepped closer as Jacob peered out from the stall. Her gaze flickered between my smock-covered crotch and Jacob’s naked, half-hard body. Her blush deepened. "Your brother’s... dripping."

Jacob looked down. Pre-cum glistened at his tip. He whimpered.

Macey’s fingers tightened on the teddy bear. "I have sewing scissors," she murmured. "Maybe... cut the smock?"

Jacob’s panicked breathing filled the tiled space. Macey fumbled in her teddy bear’s hidden pocket, producing tiny sewing scissors. Her hands trembled as she offered them. "For... for the smock." She couldn’t tear her gaze from Jacob’s leaking cock.

I sliced the stained smock, creating a crude poncho. As it fell open, semi-hard penis was fully exposed. Macey inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on my member as if Jacob's was completely forgotten. Jacob shuddered, pressing his thighs together. "Cover me!" he pleaded, and only then did Macey remember he existed.

The poncho barely draped past my waist. Macey hid her face behindher pair, eyes dropping to the obvious tent of my semi-hard penis. "Now?" Jacob pressed, bouncing on his toes. His erection bobbed helplessly and pre-cum dripped onto the tile. Macey squeaked, pointing. Jacob froze, mortified, at the puddle glistening at his feet. Footsteps echoed and Mrs. Gable’s shrill voice neared. "This lavatory is not a lounge!"

Desperate, I flung half the poncho over Jacob’s shoulders. The thin fabric draped his front, leaving his bare back and ass exposed. Macey’s knuckles whitened around her bear from the sight of it. She pivoted, blocking the stall gap with her body just as Mrs. Gable reappeared.

"Out! Both of you!" The teacher’s eyes narrowed at Jacob’s poncho-clad front and naked rear. "Get to your next class. You are scholars, not truants."

We shuffled into the hall. Students gawked as Jacob clutched the poncho, face crimson, while I adjusted my makeshift loin cloth. Macey trailed, whispering, "Art room... spare smocks?" Her gaze darted to my groin, then Jacob’s shifting poncho hem.

Down the hall, Mason leaned against a locker, smirking. For some reason, she’d changed into shimmering leggings that hugged every curve. I suspect a fashionista like her just simply kept a change of clothes for partway through the day for its own sake? "Need a rescue?" she called, eyeing Jacob’s trembling legs.

Jon jogged up, grinning in his white briefs. "Saw the commotion. Chad’s suspended!" He high-fived Mason, who winked. At my strange look, Jon shrugged. "Oh, Mason is my childhood friend. We're neighbors, in fact. Speaking of, didja know Chad is her cousin?" Well, this is a small suburban neighborhood, so I suppose family connections between some of the residents was to be expected. I was also beginning to notice a kind of duology between Jon and Mason. Jon led the neighborhood boys as a voice of authority among them, Mason was the queen bee who commanded the respect of the girls.

Jacob whimpered and his poncho slipped, revealing his twitching erection, causing Macey to gasp and drop her bear. As she bent to retrieve it, her camisole gaped, spilling a heavy breast free. She didn’t notice, transfixed by Jacob’s cock. Mason chuckled, stepping closer. "Cute, newbie." Her fingers brushed Jacob’s hip and he flinched, hardening further.

Jon snorted. "Focus, sis." Macey jerked upright, spilling more of her breast. She stuffed it back inside, cheeks flaming. Before she could speak, the final bell blared. It really showed to me how comfortable Jon and Macey were as siblings that he could laugh at his sister's wardrobe malfunction and she could understand what he was indicating with just two words.

Jon gently placed his hand on his younger sister's shoulder. "C'mon, sis. We have history together next period." He nodded to us. "Smocks in art, third door."

As they vanished into the crowd, Mason lingered. "Jacob..." Her voice lowered, predatory. "Max told me you taste like sunshine." Jacob froze, poncho fluttering, as the queen bee blew him a kiss. I tugged my brother toward the art room, his bare feet slapping tile. Mason’s giggles echoes through the school hallways... A velvet promise.

[Spathic Swordmaiden]

By the way...

Some inconsequential bits I haven't found a place to slip in.

Macey's teddy bear is named Sir Theo. She doesn't personify it, it's just to differentiate it from other teddy bears.

Mason is a trans girl.

Even before Luke and Jacob moved in, the tomboy Max was always pretty loose with her sexual favors. She's probably sucked half the boys in town. But despite that, she's still a chill gal to hang out with and a good friend.

Luke and Jacob don't actually know what kind of work their mother does. Nor do they really care since that's boring stuff.

Despite Jon always dressing in just his briefs, him and Macey's family are actually quite wealthy. Mason and Chad's family are also quite well-off.

Chad's not as bad as he seems. He got a little carried away with the hazing of the new guy this time, but his suspension (and his cousin Mason, who he is terrified of, knocking his lights out) taught him a valuable lesson he takes to heart. He actually has a true sense of comradery and team spirit with the track team. Any member of the track team will tell you Chad is like a big brother to them, always looking out for them and their well-being. He even memorized each track team member's birthday for gift and celebration reasons.

[NudeBaG]

Wish I could go to this town and school

[JH1908]

Can’t wait for the next chapter. Really enjoying this story

[NudeBaG]

Can’t wait for the next chapter. Really enjoying this story

Samesies