Indecent Exposure

Dane and Mike were sitting nervously at the entrance to the dean's office. They were sitting in uncomfortable wooden chairs. They dared not speak to each other. Silently one blamed the other.

"Mount Vernon Junior High School," the secretary mumbled as she answered her telephone, "Dean Parrish is with a parent right now. Can I take a message?"

She scribbled at her pad and quickly glared at the two boys. They could have read the malice in her eyes if they were not busy averting their eyes to the floor.

"Thank you. I will have Mr. Parrish call you back ASAP."

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The ticking of the clock was a lazy man's elevator music. The ticking and tocking wore away at Dane's feeble nerves. It's a wonder how this kid pulled off such a gag the way that he did.

"I am so fucking dead," Dane thought to himself. His internal conversation was full of regret and disbelief at his getting caught.

Dane suddenly felt a kick at his shin. It was Mike signaling that the dean's office door was opening.

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"Miss Gray, I am ready to see the Dane and Mike," said Dean Parrish.

In no mood to lighten the mood, Miss Gray waved the boys into the office.

It was an oak and mahogany nightmare. Degrees from all sorts of colleges and universities lined the walls. The shelves were packed with different volumes of boring and dense reading matter.

"Discipline and the Junior High Years" was a book that stuck out. It was bright yellow with red lettering.

"Somehow, I don't think there is any mention of how to handle what we did," mused Dane to himself.

"Close the door behind yourselves and have a seat," said Dean Parrish. "We apparently have some explaining to do."

The room went dead with silence.

Dean Parrish lifted his coffee mug with a flourish and hoisted it front of his face for a moment. He struggled with something to say but took a long swig instead.

Someone was going to have to break the ice. Mike volunteered.

"I didn't mean for anyone to see," he began to stammer, "It, um, it...uh...it was meant. Well, we were only messing around."

Mike fished around for better words to explain but was quickly cut off.

"You two decided to expose yourselves on a school bus!"

Dean Parrish had no patience with the prurient pair.

"What is supposed to be a simple commute home has turned into a nightmare for a dozen students who were subjected to your mischief!"

"We were sitting by ourselves," Mike weakly defended.

"You were sitting on a bus with fifty other students, you idiot!" Dean Parrish retorted, "And I have parents calling me day and night calling for everything from your suspension to your arrest!"

Dean Parrish turned an anxious shade of scarlet when he brought up the parents. He knew that upset students had parents had parents had lawyers. He imagined himself being hauled before the school board having to explain why perverts were riding the same buses as innocent angels and virgins.

"Before I go any further, I would like to know exactly what you did. This is your only chance to defend yourselves."

Dane furrowed his brow as if to try not to offend while giving as realistic an account of what happened.

"Mr. Parrish, I don't think I can tell this story without getting us into more trouble."

"That's too late, son. I just want something for the record."

Dane began his explanation with Mike looking on in an otherworldly daze.

"It was my fault. We just left the school when I decided the freak out Mike. I had my backpack in my lap when pulled out my dick, I mean, penis and hid it under the backpack. I told Mike to look down. That's when I pushed my backpack away and showed him my," Dane said and then paused in a guilty manner.

"Your penis," Dean Parrish concluded.

"Yes, sir," Dane confirmed.

"What led to this incident?" the dean asked.

It was Mike's turn to tell the story.

"I told Dane that he had a small wiener. And he challenged me to show him mine. And I did. That is when he told me that he could make his bigger by playing with his. We only had our zippers down. We didn't have our pants down or anything."

Dean Parrish snapped, "That still does not excuse disgusting behavior on the part of two seventh grade students!"

"I know that now," said Mike ruefully, "But when it happened, Dane started to get a hard on. I started laughing and calling him queer."

Dane added, "Before we knew it, Stacy turned around from her seat and saw us. She started screaming like she saw a dead rat or something. Everybody on the bus was crowding around us and we hurried to zip back up."

Dean Parrish confronted the two boys with a piece of unexpected evidence.

"Did you notice anyone on the bus with a cell phone?"

Dane and Mike nodded.

"I suppose that it's no surprise that kids have cell phones these days," Dane Parrish conceded, "but did you know that someone took a picture of the alleged exposure?"

"No, sir," they both said in unison.

"This is the toughest part of my job, boys," he plainly stated, "I need you to pull down your pants to match the pictures that we printed out from that cell phone."

"We don't have to do this!" Mike yelped.

"You're right. You don't have to do this here. We can take care of this downtown in front of the police and your parents," explained the dean.

Before long, both boys were standing in front of the dean with their pants around their knees and their private parts exposed in the private confines of the dean's office.

Dane's downy blonde pubic hairs looked almost transparent under the fluorescent lights and Mike's raven pubes were the opposite -- opaque and scruffy like his emerging mustache.

Dean Parrish inspected the photo and compared them to the two boys who stood contritely before him.

"This picture shows an erect penis, Dane," the dean said strangely. "I need you to stimulate yourself to erection."

Dane was skeptical but figured that he would be able to keep those pictures away from his parents if he could just get this ordeal over with.

Understandably, Dane could not get himself hard. The dean angled near and reached down at Dane's dangling member.

"How's this?" he asked.

Dane bit his lower lip and exhaled sharply from the surprise.

"Consider this just like a physical," the dean told him.

Dane's hardness returned only from the novelty of having someone else's hand on his cock.

Mike was stunned by this unusual use of authority.

Dean Parrish released Dane's hardness and returned to the incriminating photos.

"Yes, those are you," he confidently said with a puckish grin, "You may put your clothes back on."

"What now?" Mike queried. Dane felt too weird to utter a word.

Dean Parrish explained that he was going to let the boys off under the condition that they agree to come to his office once a week after school for detention.

The boys quickly had the feeling that their dick flashing days were not yet over.

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