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Wednesday, August 24, 2005 My hopes that Reverend Neal wouldn't cause any more trouble were dashed as Mom pulled into the school parking lot to find the Reverend leading a protest, accompanied by three or four TV news cameras. Several of the protestors had signs with bible verses on them, including the one I was supposed to read in chapel this afternoon. "Reverend Tucker sure knows his stuff," I thought to myself. Mom backed the car up. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to get out here, I'm going to pull around to the teacher's lot." She did so, and we ended up parking right next to Ms.

Lease. "Hello Hunter, Lanh," she said, getting out of her Prius, "and you must be." "Quint," my brother said, shaking her hand. At that moment, Dr. Martin arrived. "Don't worry everybody; I have the situation under control.

I've called the police to evict Reverend Neale from the school property, and 'Rather Reports' has agreed to do a story on The Program. Mr. Rather will be interviewing you all over the course of the day.

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Hunter, I've excused you from second period to do the interview. You will report to the library, the producers will tell you what to do once you get there." I followed Dr. Martin to his office, stripped, and handed him my clothes.

As I walked down the hallway towards English class, a girl I didn't recognized glowered at me. "I think you're despicable," she hissed, "flaunting your perversion all over school like that.

As soon as my parents let me, I'm transferring to Reverend Neale's school." I smiled at her and kept walking. "Maybe these protests aren't such a bad thing after all; they might get rid of all the jerks around here." I thought to myself. I got to English class and once again asked for relief, and this time Jeff offered to give it to me.

He knelt down in front of me and took my swollen knob in his hand. Stroking gently at first, he looked up at me with a mixture of lust and something else was it anger?- in his eyes. Holy shit this was hot! I looked back down at him as his pace quickened. "I'm about to cum," I warned him, "you might move your ungh- face." "I want it on me," he grunted, moving his face just inches away from my throbbing cock. That did it for me. I came all over his nose, mouth, and chin.

Jeff stood up and kissed me, smearing my own cum all over both of our faces. I didn't care, nor did I notice the rest of the class until Ms. Lease broke the silence. "Jeff, since we were planning to talk about the fear of sexuality in 'The Scarlet Letter, ' would you like to explain to the class why you did that today and not Monday?" Jeff nodded, and told the class that he had been afraid to reveal his sexuality because he thought that his family and friends from church would reject him.

Seeing how accepting people were of Zach and I made him reconsider that fear, but the final straw came when he showed his parents the form asking to have him participate in the Program for swimming.

They freaked out, and wanted to send him to the Neale Christian Academy. Jeff panicked when he heard this, and blurted out that he was gay.

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Mr. and Mrs. Dorsey did not react well to this bit of information, and wanted to send Jeff to some sort of camp that Reverend Neale said could 'cure' homosexuals. By this point Jeff was crying, and I was about to. I didn't know why the story affected me so much. "You're probably getting a crush on him," I thought to myself, "I wonder if Mom could help him out." Ms.

Lease had the same idea. "Maybe it would help if I set up a meeting between your parents and the guidance counselor," she said, "since she has a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, she might be able to explain why those programs don't work, and Reverend Tucker could address your parents' religious objections to homosexuality." This cheered Jeff up a little bit, and Ms.

Lease spent the rest of the class period discussing how modern homophobia resembled the Puritans' fear of sexually empowered women. After English class got out I headed to the library, where I was greeted by a woman who I presumed to be a producer of some sort.

"You've got something on your face, dear," she told me, then turned to a man carrying a briefcase. "Carl, get this kid in makeup." The man opened the briefcase, which turned out to be full of makeup, which he applied liberally to my face and upper torso.

He then took out a clip-on microphone. "Janet," he asked the producer, "where do we put the mic?" Janet looked puzzled for a second; "just have have him wear it around his neck." The producer wrapped the cord around my neck, so it looked like I was wearing the microphone as a necklace.

Probably not the greatest fashion statement in the history of the world, but it would work. Then Janet led me to a seat next to Mr.

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Rather. "How ya doin' kid," he asked me. "I'm a little nervous to be honest," I replied, "I've never been on TV before" "You'll do just fine." Someone counted down from three, and Mr.

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Rather looked into the camera. "Good afternoon folks, I'm Dan Rather reporting live from Adeline, Florida, about four hours North of where Hurricane Katrina is expected to make landfall tomorrow.

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Don't let that Category 1 rating fool ya folks, she's gonna be a doozy. Later in the program I'll talk with Marlee Matlin and James Carville about what President Bush's falling approval ratings mean for the midterm elections. But first, this kid next to me has been walking around school naked as a junebug all week, and that has some people madder than a bear that just stuck its paw in a hornets' nest." Mr.

Rather went on to interview me about the Program, how it had affected me, and what really went on between me and Vernon Neale.

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Overall I thought I did a pretty good job of presenting the positive impact of The Program, and disputing Reverened Neale's more creative claims about what the program entailed. The interview ended before the bell rang, so I got to lunch a little bit early. I got my lunch, such as it was, and sat down across the table from Zach, who informed me that he had successfully convinced his parents to let him do The Program.

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"To be honest, I think my mom just wants to have less laundry." I laughed and said, "You know, being naked in front of other people might take some getting used to. You should come over to my house after school to practice." He giggled, and I felt his socked foot slide over my bare toes.

He must have slipped his shoes off under the table. Seizing the moment, I hooked my big toe over the top of his sock and peeled it off, making sure to rub against his arch as I did so. "I'm doing a reading in chapel today and my mom can give you a ride home afterwards," I said, repeating the procedure with the other foot. As I caressed his soles Zach replied "At this rate you might need to practice giving me relief." "What are you two doing?" asked Laura.

"Playing footsie," replied Zach. Quint looked under the table to find me brushing my toes against Zach's ankle. "My God, we've created a monster!" he shouted. Zach responded, "No, the monster's in my pants." We continued in that vein for the rest of lunch, as Quint explained his plans for the photo shoot tomorrow.

The idea was to get a series of pictures of me masturbating. Between the footsie and the talk of jerking it for the camera, I was getting seriously aroused, so I asked Coach Overholt if I could relieve myself at the beginning of third period. It was fun, but not quite as good without an audience. Once again, Coach Overholt had me in the pool, which gave me an opportunity to wash the accumulated cum and sweat off my body. Fourth bell proceeded as normal, and I headed out to chapel. Every student at St.

Mary's is required to attend chapel services one Wednesday a month. Normally, most students put it off until the last Wednesday, but I suspected my presence would draw a bigger crowd than usual. Sure enough, the chapel was full. As I took my seat behind the altar, I noticed Quint and Zach sitting in the first row, but I couldn't see Jeff or my mom anywhere.

Reverend Tucker leaned in and whispered to me. "I just got out of a meeting with Jeff's parents, your mother's with them now." "How'd it go?" I asked him. "Our discussion seemed promising, I think they're scared more than anything else." As the organist began the prelude, I prayed silently "God, please make everything ok between Jeff and his parents. I know it's just a silly teenage crush, but I really like him, and besides, it's really my fault he told his parents in the first place.

If you punish anyone, it should be me." After the first hymn, I got up to do my reading.

I noticed my mom come in through the rear door of the chapel. She flashed me a thumbs up sign. "Thanks," I thought, "I really owe you one." I turned the Bible on the lectern to the right page and started reading: "Now the serpent was more cunning than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made.

And he said to the woman, "Has God indeed said, 'You shall not eat of every tree of the garden'?" And the woman said to the serpent, "We may eat the fruit of the trees of the garden; but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God has said, 'You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.'" Then the serpent said to the woman, "You will not surely die.

For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree desirable to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate.

She also gave to her husband with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings.

And they heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. Then the LORD God called to Adam and said to him, "Where are you?" So he said, "I heard Your voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; and I hid myself." And He said, "Who told you that you were naked?

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Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you that you should not eat?" Then the man said, "The woman whom You gave to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I ate." And the LORD God said to the woman, "What is this you have done?" The woman said, "The serpent deceived me, and I ate." I sat back down, and Reverend Tucker began his sermon.

He started out with an anecdote about some boys who went skinny dipping and lost their clothes. Then he started talking about the Program and how it was supposed to reduce false modesty.

"Although, I must say I don't think that's ever been a problem for our first participant," he said, drawing a round of laughter from the congregation. He continued, "Now some will argue that this passage suggests that part of the punishment for sin is to repress our sexuality, that the only way to prevent rape, prostitution, and adultery is to cover our bodies and to ignore our urges.

But that's not what God is really trying to tell us. Before sin came into our lives, we were naked and unashamed. It was the presence of sin that caused us to see our sexuality as something evil rather than as a gift from God." He went on to say that, by allowing people to express their sexuality more openly, the Program could reduce the amount of sexual sin in the world.

After the benediction, I walked back to where my mother was sitting; I noticed that Jeff was sitting next to her. "Good news?" I asked "They said they have a lot to think about" Jeff responded. Mom smiled, "they've agreed to let Jeff stay with us the rest of the week, which I think is a good sign." "That's great," I told Jeff, "my Dad's making bratwurst for dinner, and I've got a big sausage of my own for you." Mom rolled her eyes, but Jeff giggled. When we got home dad was already naked, as was my little brother Logan.

I started to strip in the foyer. "Go upstairs to do that," Mom called out, "I'm tired of you leaving your clothes all over the place." I went up to my room, followed by Zach and Jeff. We all stripped, revealing our raging hard-ons. "How do we want to do this," I asked. "Why don't you and Jeff jerk each other off and I'll take care of your feet" Zach suggested Jeff and I lay down on my bed and began gently pleasuring one another as Zach licked the soles of my feet.

It felt strange, not quite like sex, but good nonetheless. Zach then turned his attention to Jeff, who I kissed on the lips as we both sped up. I looked into his eyes again. The lust was still there, but the anger had been replaced by something else, maybe love? Zach was the first to cum, splattering my bedspread as he groaned in pleasure.

This brought Jeff to a climax, which covered my hand in hot, gooey semen. Thanks to my performances earlier in the day, I wasn't quite ready, and Zach began sucking my toes as Jeff pointed my cock at his belly button. That did the trick and I ejaculated on Jeff's stomach. We kissed once more, and got up to go wash the cum off in the pool. We ran into Quint in the hallway.

"You guys need to wash up," he told us, "Bobby Roseboro came over." "Who?" asked Zach. "A friend of Logan's from school," I explained, "his parents are a little on the conservative side, so we might to tone down the sex when he's around." We filed into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. "You guys don't mind sharing?" I asked, facetiously. We washed one another off, but were too drained to try anything further, except for a little kissing between me and Jeff.

Then we went downstairs and played volleyball against Quint, Logan, and Bobby until the brats were ready. Bobby was the only one clothed, I think his parents warned him against stripping off at our house. After dinner, Zach and Bobby both went home, and the rest of us stayed up to watch 'Rear Window' on DVD, although I have to admit that I paid more attention to Jeff than the movie.

That night, as I snuggled up against Jeff's warm body, I thought to myself: "This couldn't get any better."

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