The Day Mickey Gave His Clothes Away

By Molly McMann

Mickey walked across the Arcadia University campus, aware of but pretending not to notice the looks he was getting from female students. He was an attractive boy, and he knew it, so he was accustomed to the female gaze, and he was wearing one of his favorite outfits -- a tight-fitting little top that exposed his muscular arms and his flat tummy, over a short cotton skirt that billowed in the late summer breeze.

It was quite a windy day, and occasionally, a gust of wind blew his skirt up, but he held it down in front with his purse. If a girl caught a glimpse of his bare butt cheeks, she would assume he was wearing a thong, but Mickey wore no panties at all. He hadn't been able to get away with that back home because his mother or older sisters would notice and order him back to his room to dress more properly. But now his mother and sisters were in Japan opening a new factory and he was on his first day at college so he could dress as he wished. Mickey had intentionally not even packed any underwear when preparing to go to college, which meant he no longer owned any because the family had leased out its spacious Manhattan apartment, so any clothing he left behind would have been donated or discarded by now.

At the Administration Building, Mickey found the office of Dr. Abigail Winters, the dean of student life. This was the first year Arcadia had admitted male students at all -- supposedly by lottery, though all six of the boys were the sons of wealthy businesswomen who wanted them to have a little college experience before they got married.

Mickey knew why Dean Winters wanted to talk to him. Because the university had never had male students before, there were no separate boys' dormitories. Each boy was offered two options. One was a small house where boys could live together, and the other was to allow boys to live in the regular dormitories that were otherwise occupied by women. Mickey signed up for that option.

"Now, before we put you in one of the dorms," Dean Winters said, "I want to make sure you are aware of the environment. You would be the only boy in the dorm, and I'm sure you know how girls can be. They tend to sexualize boys and probably have centerfolds from Prettyboy magazine on their walls. Girls will be girls, of course," Dean Winters said, "but there are limits to acceptable behavior. The girls may tend to get physically familiar with you, but if any of them goes too far, you would be within your rights to passively resist."

Of course, Mickey knew that. They taught it in Health Class. Boys were expected to be submissive in most things, but God made them stronger for a reason. There was no such thing as sexual assault in modern times because sexual intercourse could only take place if the male wanted to do it, and if anyone tried to force him, he should passively resist, verbally object, and if the abuse continues, leave the scene and report it. Every boy knew that, so Mickey just said, "Thank you. I understand, and I'm pretty comfortable with the way most girls are. They can be really pushy, but I've never had a girl try to do anything I didn't want after I said no."

"Very good," the dean said. "Now, also, there is the matter of bathing. There is a single shared bathroom on each floor. It is a large open space with toilet stalls on one end and showers on the other. Consequently, there is simply no privacy, so inevitably, many of those girls will see you completely undressed. Are you comfortable with that?"

Oh boy, was he! The truth was that Mickey wanted more than anything to be seen naked by lots of girls, but he could not admit that. "I'm just really grateful to have the chance to experience college life," he said, having practiced his answer, "including being in a dorm with lots of other students. I can deal with the lack of privacy in the showers. I just hope the girls won't mind me being there."

Dean Winters chuckled. "I assure you, they will not mind, especially because -- as I hope you are aware -- you are an exceptionally beautiful boy."

It would have sounded vain to say it out loud, but Mickey was aware that he was beautiful. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had a flawless, cover-boy face and a dazzling smile. Although he was athletic and worked out, he was modest enough to know that he simply benefited from really good genes. But in a world controlled by women, he knew that an attractive boy would be foolish not to take advantage of his looks.

As predicted, the girls of the dorm were thrilled to have him on their floor. They were polite and welcoming, and as they gave him a tour, they could not hide how eager they were to see him in the showers. He was eager too.

As part of the little tour, Mickey learned that the dorm provided towels that were stacked on racks inside the bathroom, and that there was a laundry chute in the hallway to deposit them after they were used. Mickey had intentionally not packed a robe, so that evening when he was preparing for his first shower in the dorm, he fetched a clean towel from the bathroom and took it to his room. Then, he completely undressed and wrapped the towel around his waist. It was not quite large enough to stay in place on its own, so he held it with one hand as he carried his little basket of bath products in the other. With both of his hands engaged, he found it awkward to also pull his door closed behind him. He was thrilled that the towels were so small because it made the situation delightfully precarious.

His room was not very close to the bathroom, so he had to walk down a long stretch of hallway. As he'd hoped, some girls noticed him and word spread. The bathroom was empty when he entered, so he went straight to the shower area and hung his towel on a hook. He was making a show of checking the contents of his basket when the door burst open and several girls spilled in. He turned his body towards them and cheerfully said, "Hi!"

For a few seconds, the girls were dumbstruck, staring at him. He waited patiently, relishing the moment. Mickey knew he was pretty, and he knew he had a great body, but he also knew he had an impressive penis as well. When erect, it was only moderately larger than average, but it retained most of that size even when hanging limp.

He took two steps towards them, his penis bouncing around between his thighs. "I thought I'd take my shower tonight," he said innocently, "because I have an early class and it will save time. Is that okay?"

The girls began jabbering in agreement that it was a really good idea to do that. Everyone, including Mickey, wanted to draw out the moment, but no one could think of any additional banter, so he said, "Well, I guess I'll get to it." He turned towards the showers and let them look at his butt, and then said over his shoulder, "Is there anything special I need to know about the showers?" It was a ridiculous question, but the girls treated it with utmost seriousness and rushed over to provide advice and assistance. Mickey got in one of the stalls and managed to turn on the water without assistance as the girls gave overlapping "girl-splaining" reports on nozzle settings. He wet his hair and faced them as he began applying shampoo, which put his elbows in the air, his body shiny, wet and utterly exposed. He did his best to contribute to the conversation, but there was little else to say. Finally, the girls began doing whatever they had pretended to need to do in the bathroom, and Mickey finished up his routine, not bothering to close the shower curtain. When he was done, he stepped out of the shower and began toweling off, as the girls continued their own make-believe tasks. Reluctantly, he wrapped the towel around his waist, again having to hold it in place, exited the bathroom, and headed down the hallway. He heard the bathroom door open and half expected them to follow him to his room to explain how doorknobs work. He heard no footsteps and did not look back, but as he passed the laundry chute, he took off his towel and dropped it in.

After that first time, Mickey did not bother to get a towel in advance but simply walked from his room to the bathroom nude (carrying his various bath products in his little basket), and after his shower he would wrap the towel around his waist briefly, but as he passed the laundry chute he would take the towel off and drop it in, continuing the rest of the way to his room nude. This, he reasoned, was simply the most efficient way to do it. If some girl popped out of her room to chat with him along the way, Mickey was happy to do so. However, he had to be careful because if he stood there naked too long -- the girl glancing down his body and saying flirty things -- he was likely to get a boner.

Although he did want the girls to eventually see his boners, at first, he tried to avoid letting that happen. He wanted them to look at him, but was afraid to let on how aroused he was by their attention. He wanted the girls to get turned on by him while he pretended to be oblivious.

In the mornings, especially, he always had a massive boner, and sometimes had to masturbate in his room to make it go down. Like most boys his age, Mickey was on the Pill, so when he had an orgasm and his penis convulsed in ejaculation, nothing actually came out.

In the days that followed, Mickey took his shower a little earlier each evening and then remained nude as he did his homework in his room. If he had to pee, he would just walk to the bathroom nude, stopping to chat at any opportunity. Whenever girls remarked on his nudity, which they often did in the form of gushing compliments about his body, Mickey would casually say he was simply most comfortable this way and then (with a look of concern) he would say he really hoped no one minded. This, of course, led to more compliments as the girls assured him that they all loved seeing him nude.

Mickey was thrilled about how well he was being accepted by the girls on his floor. He had expected someone to be uncomfortable with his presence at all or with his increasingly frequent hallway nudity, yet every single girl he met seemed to adore him, especially when they encountered him naked. Sometimes, when he had just come back from class and was still wearing his clothes, the girls he passed would teasingly reprimand him and "order" him to go get naked. This was fun and sexy, but also had another impact. After all, Mickey was a boy, and as such, his instinct and his social training told him to obey women. And, of course, what they were ordering him to do was what they knew he wanted to do.

He was still trying his best to avoid having boners in front of anyone, but these hallway encounters made that a challenge because of all the positive attention he was getting. And then there was the touching. Girls hugged him. They put their arms around him. They patted his butt. He loved it all, but it was very arousing, and one day, when six girls were crowded around him, Mickey suddenly had a full erection. He put his hands over it and apologized, but all the girls protested because they wanted to see it. One of the girls told him in utmost seriousness that a boy going nude should always put his hands behind his back whenever he had an erection, and all the other girls agreed. Again, Mickey was being instructed by women on how he should behave, and he felt he really ought to do as he was told.

Back in his room after that last encounter, he fell on his bed and did not know whether to masturbate or cry, so he did a little of both. He felt overwhelmed with gratitude that the girls seemed to like him so much. It was far beyond anything he had ever dared hope for. He knew that part of it must be that he was a novelty to them, not just at this school, but generally. They had probably never seen many boys their age because there just weren't many. Generations earlier, women had routinely taken husbands to give them children, and statistically, half of those children would be male. But then the sperm repositories were founded, and fertility science enabled women to choose the gender of their children. Within a generation, husbands became unnecessary, and hardly anyone chose to have boys. After all, a son could never succeed his mother as head of a business or start one on his own. The male birthrate plummeted, and the gender might have died out completely had it not been for the Save the Boys public service campaign. Mickey's own mother had three daughters first, but then decided to have a boy as a patriotic gesture. Not many others made that choice. People seemed to love the idea of boys without taking on the financial burden themselves. Although some liberal commentators argued that males were mentally capable of handling the same jobs as females, that notion was not given much credence by society at large.

Mickey knew all of this and did not expect society to change in his lifetime. Like the few other boys of his generation, he was the child of a wealthy mother who provided him with a trust fund. He didn't have to have a good job or even get married. Mickey didn't expect women to consider him their equal; he just wanted to be accepted and desired by them. And that, to his amazement, was what he was getting.

Naturally, whenever he left the dorm to go to his classes or to his job at the library, Mickey was fully clothed, though his outfits tended to be skimpy. He favored short skirts that exposed his long legs, and skintight, midriff-baring tops that showed off his muscular build. Everyone knew he wore no panties because they could see the shape of his dormant yet still substantial penis beneath the thin fabric of his little skirts. Several times a day, he had erections, which he would not have been able to fully hide even if he were wearing a thong. Without one, it was even more obvious, though Mickey did have a few boner-management techniques. His favorite skirts all had wide elastic waistbands, so he could just reach down the front of his skirt and position the tip of his hardened penis under the band to hold it snugly against his body, the way it would by a thong. Mickey did not mind at all if the girls noticed, but he was also prepared to cover it entirely with his purse if a prof or parent should wander by.

Though the girls in his classes loved seeing him in his little outfits, word began to spread that he wore even less in the hallways of his dorm. Not surprisingly, his classmates started suggesting he come to class nude as well. This was supposedly allowed under the legislature's recent "Boy Appreciation Day" proclamation. Although previous resolutions had recognized male contributions to the secretarial and receptionist professions, the most recent version waxed poetic on the male physique and essentially declared the body of a "young and beautiful" boy to be a national treasure, the display of which should not be hindered by laws.

Mickey was quite familiar with that proclamation and practically had it memorized. He had been thrilled when it was first issued, about a month before the school year had begun. He conjured elaborate fantasies of going to college nude, but had been disappointed when nothing seemed to happen. He had hoped to see stories in the news about boys elsewhere in the state going nude in their daily lives, but that had not happened. A well-known model had posed nude on the Statehouse steps, but that was all.

Also, the wording of the proclamation was vague and may have gone further than what lawmakers had actually intended. As much as he wanted to go to his classes nude, Mickey was not assertive enough to just decide to do it on his own. And for the moment, at least, he was satisfied with the freedom he had in his dorm. That alone was far more than what he had expected to happen, and he didn't want to mess things up by going overboard. He was even wary of venturing to other floors or to the lobby where the vending machines were.

Rather than go there entirely nude, he would grab a towel to wrap around his waist. Often, the lobby was completely empty, so he would take off the towel and carry it over his arm, ready to put it back on if someone came along.

The laundry room was adjacent to the bathroom, and on his second weekend, Mickey decided to wash some of his little skirts and tops. He wanted to go downstairs to buy a soda, but first he took a quick shower. When he finished, however, he realized there were no clean towels, so he decided he had no choice but to go down to the lobby naked and dripping. Grabbing some change, he walked to the rickety little elevator and took it down to the first floor.

When the doors opened in the lobby, Mickey was both relieved and disappointed to find it empty. Even the girl staffing the reception desk was looking the other way and talking on the phone. Leaving wet bare footprints on the dark tile, Mickey crossed the lobby to the vending machines and bought his soda, then went back to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened, and he entered, but before he could hit the button for his floor, he heard the lobby doors open, and three girls came in, calling for him to hold the elevator for them, which he gladly did. It was a small elevator, and the three girls crowded in with him. He knew them because they lived on his floor, and they all made a nice fuss over him being naked in the lobby, and when they noticed how wet his body was, they all caressed his skin to feel it. A hand remained on his butt for the entire elevator ride, and he knew it was Allison's. She was one of his favorites because she always acted like she was ten seconds away from kissing him, and he wished she would.

Back upstairs, they followed him into the laundry room and watched as he started pulling clothes out of the dryer. Instead of putting any of them on his body, however, Mickey meticulously folded them on the counter. As this was going on, he was aware that the girls were whispering to each other in a conspiratorial manner, and Allison dashed off as if she were on a mission. He wondered what else they had in mind, although he reminded himself, he did have to go to his job at the library shortly. As he was carrying his laundry back to his room, the girls followed, and by this time Allison was back carrying some plastic bags.

"Mickey, we have a fabulous idea," she said excitedly as he opened the door of his room. The other girls took the folded laundry from his arms and began putting it into one of the bags.

"Hey, what are you doing with my clothes?" he asked.

Allison put her hands on his cheeks and made him look into her eyes. "Listen to me, Mickey, this is a fantastic, wonderful idea -- you're going to love it!"

Mickey obeyed her because he always obeyed, but in his peripheral vision, he was aware that the other two girls were taking clothes out of his dresser drawers and putting them in bags also.

"Okay, okay. What is this great idea?"

"We think you should donate all of your clothing to Goodwill and go naked all the time!"

Mickey laughed, thinking it was a joke. "Very funny," he said, "and very sexy, but I probably can't actually do that."

"Of course you can," Allison said. "It says so right there in the Boy Appreciation Proclamation."

"I know what it says," Mickey protested, "but isn't there some debate over what that means?"

"No, Mickey," Allison explained. "We studied it in my pre-law class, and we even had a guest speaker from the State Legal Department, and she confirmed that boys can go naked everywhere." Allison actually embellished this last point, but she was correct overall.

"A lawyer from the state government said that?"

"Yes," Allison lied, "and the only thing vague about the language is that it refers to boys who are 'young and beautiful,' which you definitely are."

"Well, some people might not think I'm--"

"Oh, don't give me that," Allison cried, as the other girls laughed. "You know you're beautiful. You could be a model."

This was actually true. Mickey had been offered modeling contracts since he was 14, but his mother turned them all down.

"Well," Mickey confessed, "I was thinking of maybe going more places naked outside of the dorm, but I don't think I could go to classes that way."

"Of course you can, Mickey. You can go naked anywhere. That means you don't need any clothing at all. Isn't that great?"

"It might be technically legal," Mickey protested weakly, his heart now racing, "but does anyone actually do that?"

"I saw a naked boy on TV," Beth said. "He was right there on the Statehouse steps."

"I saw that too, and you're way better built," Annie put in. Here, she glanced down his body and added, "in every way."

"That was just a model doing a photo shoot for a magazine," insisted Mickey, who had a copy of the magazine and had written a fan letter to the model. "But does any boy go naked every day in his normal life?"

"Maybe not yet," Allison admitted, "but that's why this idea is so great for you!"

By this point, the other girls had completely filled their bags with Mickey's clothing and all of his shoes. The idea of going everywhere naked was something he had long imagined, but it was just a fantasy. Yet now these confident, commanding girls were insisting that it was the perfect thing for him to do at exactly this moment. "Wait!" he cried. "Give me that bag." With that, he snatched one of the bags and dug through it. He pulled out a sandal and then found its mate, and then gave the bag back. "I'm certainly not going to go barefoot everywhere! And where is my teal-colored ball cap? It's my favorite."

The girls, who had only been playing a prank on him and didn't actually expect him to go along with it, kept their mouths shut as they found his hat and handed it to him. He put it on his head and said offhandedly, "You missed a few things hanging behind the door." As the girls grabbed these stray items, Mickey turned back to Allison. "I appreciate your, um, enthusiasm, and I admit it is a really sexy idea, so maybe we could talk about it later, but I probably don't have time to go to Goodwill right now. I have to be at work in half an hour."

Allison grinned, wondering if he was just pranking them back. "Oh, that's plenty of time," she said. "It's only five or 10 minutes away." She took him by the elbow and led him out of the room and down the short hallway leading to the side exit.

When they were outside, Mickey exclaimed, "Oh, the sun feels so good on my skin, but are you sure we have enough time to do this? Don't we need to allow time to walk to your car? The student lot is way across campus."

"Actually, my car is right here," Allison said, leading him to a red convertible parked in a no-parking zone.

The two other girls got into the back seat with the bags while Mickey got in the passenger side in front, next to Allison. "Oh, now I'm suspicious," Mickey laughed. "You said that was a spontaneous idea, and here you had your car all ready. You planned this, didn't you?"

"I didn't exactly say it was spontaneous," Allison replied, driving away. "I just said it was a fantastic idea -- which it is."

"So, where is this Goodwill?" Mickey asked, still unsure of what he wanted to happen, but so enamored of the idea that he went along with it. And if these three girls all wanted him to do it, then he probably should. "I really . . . don't want to be late for work," was all he managed to say.

"Don't worry, we're already halfway there."

"Wait, I just thought of something else I really need," Mickey said, turning around in his seat and reaching for one of the bags. Now he was on his knees on the seat, his bare behind pointed at the windshield. As she drove, Allison patted his butt. "What are you looking for, baby doll?"

"My sneakers," he said, pulling one shoe out of the bag and then eventually finding the other. Turning around and sitting normally again, he added, "If I'm going to be naked all the time, I need to make sure I work out every day so I look good. Gosh, I guess I'll be going to the gym wearing only shoes. Wow, I can't believe I'm doing this! Are you sure this is okay?"

"Absolutely," Allison said, as the other girls chimed in to agree.

"I mean, it's definitely a sexy idea -- going naked a hundred percent of the time and not even owning clothing," Mickey said. "That is so, SO sexy. I'm starting to get a boner just thinking about it. Oh my God, wait, what am I gonna do about boners? I get, like, 20 a day when I'm wearing clothes, and I know girls can tell, but it's still covered up. If I go naked all the time, I'm totally going to get boners in class. I mean, what's the etiquette for that? Am I supposed to cover it up or what?"

All three girls laughed at this. "Don't worry about it," Allison said. "If you get one, you get one. Everyone will love it."

"Gosh, I hope you're right," he said, "because covering it up would be really awkward. Oh, there's the Goodwill sign. I never noticed it before." It was only at this moment that Mickey knew what he was going to do. It was crazy, but he was going to do it.

Allison and the other girls still weren't sure if he was going to go through with it or would laughingly refuse at the last minute. Yet he seemed perfectly willing as they parked in the lot and Beth and Annie carried the bags in the front door. A girl that Mickey knew from freshman orientation was working at the counter. "Hi, Carolyn, he said brightly."

"Hi, Mickey," she said, looking him up and down. "Love the outfit."

"Well, you're going to be seeing a whole lot of it from now on," he said. "I'm officially donating every scrap of clothing I own, and from now on I'm just gonna go naked all the time!"

"Really?" Carolyn replied enthusiastically. "Dang, that's the most erotic thing I've ever heard of!"

"Isn't it?" Mickey exclaimed. "My friends from the dorm suggested it." Here, Mickey paused to make introductions before continuing. "And I know it's definitely a cool and sexy idea, but do you think people will be OK with it?"

"God, of course they will, Mickey. Maybe that wouldn't work for just any boy, but it's perfect for YOU. Who on this freaking planet wouldn't wanna see you naked??"

Flattered by these compliments, Mickey leaned closer to her. "But, um, what about when I get, you know, boners in class? Which I'm definitely gonna. Should I try to cover it up?"

"Oh hell no," Carolyn insisted. The question had given her the excuse to look at Mickey's penis and now she could not look away.

"That's what we tried to tell him," Allison put in. "Everybody's going to want to see that."

"Absolutely," Carolyn whispered.

"Well, I feel a lot better now," Mickey said, "but oh my goodness, we need to go or I'll be late for work at the library. Bye, Carolyn. See you in class."

"Oh, I am so looking forward to that," Carolyn laughed as Mickey dashed towards the door.

"Did you put him up to this?" she asked the other girls.

"Well, we did sort of suggest it," Allison admitted, "but I honestly didn't think he would really do it."

"He's a sweet boy but very suggestible," Carolyn said. "You look after him, OK?"

"Come on!" Mickey called from the door, his penis flopping as he bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly. "We only have 10 minutes."

When they were back in the car and driving back to campus, Mickey told the other girls how he knew Carolyn. The story had more detail than necessary because when he was nervous, he tended to be a chatterbox to keep his mind distracted from whatever was making him nervous. "And I'm glad she was there so I could get another opinion about the boner thing," he added. "That's the main thing I'm still worried about. Could you drop me off at the library, and would you mind tossing these sneakers in my room?"

The other girls exchanged glances, barely able to believe he'd actually done it. Mickey found it hard to believe also.

They got to the library parking lot with five minutes to spare. It was happening, and his heart was full. "Thank you so much for everything you did today, and how supportive you've been," he said. "I think this is going to be really fun!"

The three girls sat in the car, stunned as they watched Mickey's bare butt while he ran toward the library. "OK, I want us to make a pact," Allison said to the others. "Mickey must never know that we were just teasing him. He took it seriously, so we have to let him think that's how we took it too."

"Got it, boss," Beth said.

"And another thing," Allison went on. "If he comes back to the dorm tonight all freaked out and doesn't want to go through with this, then by God, we're taking him back to the Goodwill to buy back whatever of his clothing we can find. We took advantage of his natural submissiveness, so now it's on us to make sure he's okay."

The other two girls agreed to the second provision, though with less enthusiasm than the first.

Inside the library, Mickey strode purposefully across the lobby to the main desk, where three women watched him approach, their mouths agape in surprise.

"Hi, everyone," Mickey said cheerfully as he stepped behind the counter and clocked in for his shift. He had worked with the same group several times, but they had never seen him naked before. He held his breath, waiting for their reaction.

One of the women was Molly, a red-haired grad student who supervised the shift, and for whom Mickey had a secret crush. "Well, well, don't you look nice!" she said to his penis as the other women gathered around.

"Why, thank you," he said as if she'd complimented him on a new outfit. "Um, would it be okay if I start coming to work naked?"

This elicited stage-whispered whoops and cheers from all of his coworkers, who could not make as much noise as they would have liked because they did, after all, work in a library.

"You don't need my permission for that," Molly said. "You're free to dress -- or not dress -- however you like."

"That's what people keep telling me," Mickey said, "but even if that's true, I just don't want to bother anybody if it's not something you want to see."

This produced a burst of laughter from the group that went slightly above the decibel level they normally tried to maintain.

"It's sweet that you're so modest, Mickey," Molly said. "But you are an absolutely gorgeous boy with a perfect body. Of course, we want to see you naked, and so will everyone else."

Mickey was not quite that modest. He did know he was gorgeous, but was smitten by the compliment because Molly was the one who was saying it.

"Gosh, thank you," he whispered.

"And it turns out you have a fabulous dick as well," Molly went on.

"I could've predicted that," Denise said.

"It's not even erect, and look how big it is," Angela observed.

"Maybe we could stop talking about my penis now," Mickey said, laughing happily and feeling his face get hot.

"You are so adorable when you blush," Molly said.

She called him adorable. Molly called him adorable! "So, it's really okay if I come to work naked?" The question had already been answered, but Mickey could not stop himself from saying it again.

"Yes, of course, silly," Molly said.

"Thank you, thank you," Mickey exclaimed, hopping up and down as everyone watched his penis bounce with his movement.

"I love my job," Denise sighed.

"OK, my next question has to do with, um, erections."

"So we can talk about your dick some more?"

"I prefer the word penis, actually, but my concern is what I should do when I get them -- erections, I mean -- which I know is going to happen, probably within the next five minutes. What's the etiquette? I mean, I'm at work and everything, and people will be coming to the desk checking out books and stuff, and what if I have a boner? Which I will. Should I try to hide it or just go on doing whatever I'm doing and pretend I don't have one?"

"Absolutely do NOT cover it!" Denise cried.

"Agreed," Molly said, "But I wouldn't say pretend you don't have one. Be proud of it and show it off like when you see supermodels strutting the runway. Often they have clearly visible erections and they're showing them off."

"But they're wearing clothes," Mickey pointed out. "And they are in a modeling situation. I'm in a real-life situation."

"Mickey, everyone is going to absolutely love seeing you going around naked," Molly insisted, "particularly when you have an erection. Don't cover it. Don't be embarrassed. Be proud of it. Be proud of how beautiful you are."

"Thank you so much," Mickey whispered, his eyes wet. He knew Molly would never be interested in him romantically because she was a grad student and he was only a freshman, but it filled his heart to hear her describe him that way.

"Now get to work, naked boy," Molly said. "You have some customers coming."

Indeed, three women were approaching the checkout desk, each carrying several books.

Ecstatic, Mickey bounced over to them. "May I help you?" he sang out. As predicted, all three women were thrilled to find there was now a naked boy checking out books at the library.

When the little flurry of work was over, Mickey's coworkers gathered around him again,

"So I noticed," Denise said, "when you asked if you could go naked, you used the word 'start.' Does that mean every time?"

"Uh-huh," Mickey nodded.

"Are you also going to go to class naked?"

"I have to now," Mickey said innocently. "I have to go everywhere naked from now on because I gave all my clothes to Goodwill just before coming to work today."

All of the girls marveled at this revelation, and Mickey felt his penis move a little. He tried to mentally suppress it, at least for the moment, but he knew it was going to happen very soon.

Molly was just as thrilled by this news as her coworkers, but she also felt protective of him because he was so young and innocent. "Babydoll," she said, "I think that's wonderful if it's what you want to do, but I have to ask if it was your own idea to give away all your clothing or if someone talked you into it."

"Well, a girl in my dorm did suggest it, and she seemed pretty sure it was what I should do."

"Mickey, you don't always have to--"

But it wasn't just that. As soon as she said it, I knew I wanted to do it."

"So she wasn't pressuring you?"

"Well, she was pretty persuasive," Mickey said. "And I do like it when someone else is making the decisions, but this is literally something I always dreamed of doing -- going naked all the time and not even owning any clothing at all."

As he said these words, Mickey felt an erection coming, and he made no effort to stop it or cover it. "Ooopsie," he giggled, "here comes one now." Within five seconds, he was fully erect.

"Oh. My. Gawd," Angela exclaimed, as the other girls cheered as quietly as could be managed under the circumstances.

Mickey felt unbelievably conspicuous but resisted the impulse to cover himself. This was what he wanted -- exactly this.

Molly was the only one seated, so her eyes were at the same level as Mickey's midsection, only two or three feet away. She took a long appreciative look and then met his eyes with a grin. "That was very convincing," she said. "I believe you, but there's one other thing I have to tell you, buttercup."

"Um, what?"

"You have another customer."

Mickey looked over his shoulder to see a petite blonde at the reserves counter who was watching him with a smile. He was obviously nude, but she was only seeing him from behind. Biting his lip, Mickey turned and walked towards her, his fully erect penis swinging back and forth with his stride. He saw the look of surprise on her face, followed quickly by another expression -- delight. He loved seeing that expression, and it gave him confidence.

"May I help you?" he asked her brightly.

"Oh, sweetie, you already have," the girl said. "But I suppose I also need to look at a few of those books."

She showed him a piece of paper listing the assignments, but the type was small, and Mickey had to get close to the counter to read it. His erect penis came in contact with the edge of the counter, as if it were peeking over it to look at the girl. She waved at it and said, "It's so nice to meet you both. My name is Raygan, by the way."

"I'm Mickey. Sorry about the boner. I just can't control this thing -- especially after I decided to go naked all the time."

"All the time? Like, literally all the time?"

"I gave all my clothing to the Goodwill earlier today," Mickey said again, realizing that he loved saying those words and seeing the reaction the statement elicited. He wanted to tell everyone on campus, one person at a time.

"You are the perfect boy!" Raygan exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure I want to marry you."

Mickey laughed. "I've heard it's best for a marriage to go on a few dates first."

"Then let's go on our first date. What time do you get off?"

"I think we should focus on your reading list for now," Mickey said. He was used to women hitting on him, and he supposed that he would have to handle even more of that now that he was naked. It was a challenge he was willing to meet.

Other students had begun coming up to both counters, either to check out books for the long term or to borrow the reserved books for an hour or two at a time in the library. That kept Mickey and his coworkers busy for an hour or so, and also kept Raygan from being able to dominate his time.

Mickey's erection remained at full strength throughout most of the busy period, and he was glad because it made him feel so sexy and beautiful. He was thrilled beyond measure to see the expressions on every girl's face, and the lust in every girl's eyes as they all looked at him (and his epic boner), and he loved all the flirty little conversations.

His erection finally subsided at about the same time that the rush did, and Mickey and his coworkers leaned against the counters, chatting again.

"Okay, how many of those girls hit on you?" Molly asked him.

"I didn't count," Mickey said, beaming with happiness, "but one girl proposed marriage, and two others made it explicitly clear that they want to have sex with me."

"I'll bet you're pretty used to fending off girls," Angela said.

"I've had some practice," Mickey said, "but I imagine things are going to get more intense. I'm certainly not interested in marrying anybody at this stage in my life, but I'm also not interested in having sex."

"Wait -- what? Not with anybody?"

"Well, I'm kind of old-fashioned about that," Mickey said. "I only want to have actual intercourse-type-sex with somebody that I'm in an exclusive relationship with, and right now I don't want to be in an exclusive relationship with anybody."

"So you just want women to look at you?" Angela asked. "Because I have to tell you, Mickey, it was hard enough for me to keep my hands off of you when you were wearing clothes. I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to restrain myself now that you're going naked all the time."

Mickey put his hands on his hips. "And when did I say you had to keep your hands off of me?"

This statement got everyone's attention. "I think we need a little more guidance on that," Molly said.

"Well, it used to be, before I started going naked, you guys would sometimes touch me in a friendly way, like putting your arm around me or patting my butt, but today, you haven't touched me at all."

Angela was immediately at his side, her arm around him and her hand on his waist. "Is this more like it?"

"Definitely," Mickey said. "Heck, just because I'm naked now doesn't mean it has to be a look-but-don't-touch sort of thing. What would be the fun in that?"

Angela's hand slid lower until it was on his butt cheek. "How about this?

"Oh, I like that a lot," he giggled. "I've always loved having my butt touched, especially when I'm naked."

"Good to know," Angela said, her hand still caressing his butt. "What about your dick?"

"Penis," Mickey corrected. "And what about it?"

"Is it okay to touch your di-- your penis?"

"Well, I don't mind when girls I don't even know pat me on the butt as they walk by, but touching my penis would be a lot more personal."

"A boy as pretty as you needs to set his own boundaries," Molly said. "If you don't want us to--"

"I was talking about random girls that I don't know," Mickey said. "You guys are my friends, so that would be different."

"Hmmmmm," Angela said. "So are you saying that since we're all such good friends that I could . . ." As she said this, she slowly reached out her hand, but Mickey took a step back, giggling.

"Not out here in front of everyone," he admonished teasingly.

"Okay, so maybe in back, where no one would see?"

"Maybe," he said coyly. "I do really like all three of you." Here, his eyes went from girl to girl, stopping at Molly, "so I think I would really like that. But . . . I do have one other condition."

"Uh oh. What's that?" Angela asked. And then to the ceiling she whispered, "Please, oh please, don't let it be something impossible."

"Well," Mickey said, ignoring Angela's prayer and drawing things out, "it's just that if you touch my penis, I might get so excited that I'll want you to keep doing it until I have an orgasm, which, trust me, wouldn't take long the way I feel right now." Again, his eyes travelled from girl to girl, lingering on Molly. "Even though I think that would be a really nice experience . . . since something so very intimate might happen, well . . I think . . . I just think it would be proper if we did some kissing first."

Molly emitted a sound that was partly a laugh and partly a sigh of relief. "Oh, I agree that's the proper way to do it," she said. "Don't you, girls?"

"Absolutely," Denise said. "So, Mickey, let me get this straight. You're too prim to fuck, but as your friends, we can get you off using our hands?"

"Or your mouths, technically," Mickey said, blushing again as the girls squealed. "Not that I'm suggesting you do that, but my mother always told me it doesn't count as sex unless a vagina is involved."

"I can work with that," Angela said. "Let's start with friendship kissing and work our way up to friendship blowjobs."

"I'm the boss, so I get to go first," Molly declared, causing Mickey's heart to nearly stop beating.

"But I asked first," Angela insisted.

This conversation was interrupted when there was another rush of students at both counters. They were all kept busy for a while, and as it subsided, Angela and Denise had it handled as Molly took Mickey by the elbow and led him behind the shelves to the little book-sorting room where no one would see them.

"I just want to talk to you in private," she explained,

"About what? Am I in trouble?"

"No, of course not, sweetheart. It's just that we've all been teasing you so much about your nudity, and I want to be sure we're not pressuring you or making you uncomfortable."

"Oh, gosh, no," Mickey said. "I'm actually really glad that you . . . like seeing me this way. I've always fantasized about going naked everywhere, every moment of every day, but I didn't realize I could just . . . do it. Today has literally been a dream come true. And tomorrow I'm going to go naked to all my classes, and people will ask why I'm naked, and I'll get to explain over and over again that I am a full-time nudist now who doesn't even own any clothing anymore. And every time I give that little speech, I just know I'm going to get a big boner."

As if hearing its cue, Mickey's penis began getting hard again. Molly glanced down at it, then put one hand behind his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I am so very glad it makes you happy to be naked," Molly said, now kissing his neck and chest. "It makes me happy too." As she said these words, she wrapped her fingers around his penis, and it became fully erect in her hand. "Is this okay?" she asked.

"It's wonderful," he said, delirious with excitement, his brain hardly able to process the fact that Molly, of all people, was holding his boner.

"How about this?" she asked, squeezing him tighter and starting to pump. "Do you want me to do this until you come?"

"Oh, yes," he sighed. "It . . . it won't take long."

Indeed, it did not. Mickey had been aroused for hours, so it only took 10 or 15 seconds before Molly felt his whole body shudder and his penis quiver in her hand in an orgasm without ejaculation. Molly continued holding his still-dry penis as it went soft.

Angela and Denise had been watching from the doorway and applauded. "Dibs on the next one, Angela called out. It was nearly closing time, so Angela knew she would not have her chance until the next time they worked together. They all left the library together, and each of the girls gave Mickey a kiss and a gentle little tug on his momentarily indisposed penis.