The Skiing Trip 9 to 11

The Skiing Trip Chapters 9 to 11

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The Skiing Trip Part 9

When we got back to the hotel, Liam and I went straight up to our room. After I took everything off, I just sat on the bed. Liam asked me what was wrong so I told him it was so unfair that so many had seen me. How could have I gotten myself into this mess? If only I’d not stripped off on that first night, then none of this would have happened. Liam had to concede that the last point was true but pointed out that we’d had a good week and my profile had shot up outside our relatively small group of friends. That was true. He also pointed out that hardly anyone had seen me for long or up close, most of it was glancing glimpses and that, up on the mountain running around, some people might have seen my butt but hardly anyone could have seen much of the other side. This was all true as well.

He then said something that I wasn’t really expecting. He told me that he thought that I must like doing it to some extent as I kept on agreeing to do things – I’d just stripped all my clothes off without any prompting. I didn’t really know what to say so he told me to go out onto the balcony for a bit to think about it. I did. He then knocked on the window and told me to sit up straight. Even though I was still worried about Mr Gillan coming out, I did what he said. I didn’t really know why and also couldn’t quite work out why this felt one of the most daring things I’d done. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Mr Gillan did come out and commented upon my shirtlessness. He then went on to say “So, you really do like shedding your clothes then, Philip. None of us could quite believe that you wanted to strip down to your boxers earlier but here you are in just your boxers again” Luckily, he couldn’t see that I wasn’t even wearing those. I replied with some rubbish about being happy with my body and the honour of accepting dares.

We chatted for a bit longer and then he went back in, reminding me it was nearly time for dinner. I told him that I would go in shortly and settled down, waiting for Liam to open the door. When he did, he asked me what I’d decided and I told him that I would have preferred not to have done everything this week but it probably wasn’t as bad as I would have expected it to be. Liam nodded and said, “Ok then,” and told me to grab a quick shower.

When I had finished, I found that there was no towel in the bathroom and he’d opened both the bathroom door and door to the main room. As I was nipping out of the bathroom, Miss Gibbs happened to be walking past. Her voice stopped me in my tracks. She assumed, however, that I had just been unlucky as Liam was down the corridor chatting to Sophie and Kate – he must have left the door open so he could get back into the room. The weird thing was that I stuck to Liam’s no covering rule even though he wasn’t there to enforce it. I just stood there while she spoke giving her (and anyone else who happened to walk past) a full frontal view of my nude body. This was the second time she’d seen my cock and but this time I was making no attempt to cover it at all. She told me to be more careful and I ran round to my bed and jumped in with his words about my enjoying embarrassment ringing in my ears. Liam came in a few minutes later (but didn’t close the door). He threw me a towel that he’d hidden under his bed and told me to dry. After grabbing my towel back, he told me that my clothes were in the wardrobe – there was no way for me to get them without being seen from the corridor so I just went as quickly as I could and stood behind the wardrobe door after it was open to offer me some protection. Once again, I was wearing my slightly oversized trousers but there weren’t any of my shirts.

After putting the trousers on so I was at least decent, I went over to Liam and asked for one, saying that I agreed to strip on the mountain so I wouldn’t have to go to dinner shirtless. He then gave me a t-shirt that he’d borrowed from Sophie. I put it on, it was very tight around the shoulder but the biggest problem was the length. It barely came below my belly button so, with the sag of the trousers, I would again be showing off more than I really wanted to.

“I can’t wear this!”

“OK then, take it off. It’s up to you!” With that, Liam started to leave the room. I couldn’t believe it. He said that I was letting these things happen to me but what was I supposed to do now? I couldn’t get into my case and I knew that his clothes wouldn’t fit me. What else did he actually expect me to do?

I tried to think of something else but I couldn’t so I pulled the shirt down as far as I could and walked after him, slamming the door behind me. As I walked past people, they had a snigger at my attire. I tried my best to keep my trousers from sagging too badly and just pushed on through them. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, Kate asked me to get her purse down from atop a pillar that was in the lobby. Apparently, this had previously been quite a posh hotel but it wasn’t any longer, most of the trimmings had been removed and it was now a cheap place mainly frequented by school groups. We had all assumed that this pillar used to have some grand statue on top of it. Anyway, Kate told that someone had thrown her purse up there and she couldn’t reach. Standing on tiptoes and reaching up, I could just get hold of the edge and brought it down. This stretching, however, of course had the effect of making the T-Shirt raise and trousers to lower perilously close to exposing even more of my butt and dick than ever. This did not go un-noticed. One girl even dared to ask why I wasn’t wearing a belt or any underwear and concluded that I must enjoy showing my goods off. I quickly pulled the shirt back down and hitched my trousers up.

In the restaurant, Liam once again asked me to carry his food as well as mine. I could feel my trousers slipping as I walked over to our table but was unable to do anything about it. At least anyone looking would only see the top of my butt.

When we sat at the table, Sophie and Kate joined us again. Sophie sat opposite me. While we were eating, she asked me to go and get her some more bread. After I’d managed to clamber out (as I was again sitting in the corner), she whispered “Don’t touch those trousers will you?” and gave them a little tug. I tried my best to cover the top of my penis which was now clearly visible and hurried to get some bread, holding the plate in front of me as I returned. “Thank you and well done, but still no touching, OK?” I had to crawl back under the table as Liam didn’t want to get up and as I was getting back up on the other side, I felt her foot on my butt and her toes curled around the waistband of my trousers, which of course meant they slipped down as I got up. Luckily, I realised what was happening and managed to swing around onto my chair without standing up fully.

Liam just looked down toward my lap and nodded.

When it was nearly time for the meal to be over, Liam asked me if I felt brave enough to move my chair right back to the wall. It would still be difficult for most people in the restaurant to see anything but anyone standing right over us would see that my groin was once again bare as I wouldn’t even have the cover from the table and cloth. I slowly moved my chair back until it was touching the wall. It was almost as exhilarating as it was scary sitting there. People were walking the other side of the table and if they’d come right over to talk to us, I’m sure they’d have seen me. I was certainly nervous as I sat there waiting to be told it was time to leave and that I could pull up my trousers.

On the previous occasions, I’d tried to get myself decent as quickly as possible and before other members of our group were leaving the restaurant as far as was possible. When we were all told we could leave, I bent down to grab my trousers but saw Sophie’s foot across them. I looked at her face with a panicked look and she quietly said, “just wait a second.” I didn’t really have much choice – well, I suppose I could have tried to push her leg out the way but didn’t really want to cause any commotion. People were starting to file past our table – I was sure I’d be caught but reasoned that it wasn’t really any different to people milling around the restaurant earlier so hopefully I’d be OK as long as no-one decided to come right over to talk to one of us. Just as a large group from our school were approaching, Sophie said, “OK, now!” and with that pulled the table back. Now, I was already away from the protection of the table but with it being pulled away, it would be even easier for me to be spotted. I managed to get the trousers up rather quickly – lucky is was easier this time as they were just around my ankles. I don’t know if anyone saw anything they shouldn’t but couldn’t help thinking that one of our friends, Reece, was looking at my groin with rather large eyes. Anyway, Liam went on ahead saying he needed to do something quickly leaving me with the two girls. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Kate said again about not touching my trousers and, of course, to take off my shirt as she needed it back. I gave it to her and as we walked up the stairs, my trousers slipped. Just before they left me to go up to their room, they gave my trousers a quick pull and once again the top of my shaft as well as half of my butt was on display. I hurried to our room and knocked on the door, hoping that Liam would open the door quickly. He didn’t, so I just stood there with my butt against the door and my hands hovering over the front of my groin, banging the door with my shoe every few seconds. The whole while just hoping that no-one would stop and talk to me but also wondering why I didn’t just yank them back up.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Liam coming along the corridor. He just looked at me and nodded and then pulled my trousers a little more telling me that he’d open the door in 2 minutes if I held my hands at my sides. I stood there like an idiot with nearly half of my cock visible. 3 other pupils from the class walked past and sniggered again. Moments later, one of them came back and gave my trousers a huge tug which sent them rolling down to the floor. I was exposed. He asked me why I just continued to stand there – I told him it was another bet but he said that excuse was getting old and I must be some kind of freak. He called the others back and they just stood laughing at me as did Liam. It took all of my concentration to just stand there but fortunately Liam then opened the door and I waddled into the room. When inside, I stripped off the little I was still wearing and then waited to be told what to do. It was simple, he just wanted me to stand by the door and think again about my wanting to be embarrassed – I’d just stood still in the corridor with everything round my ankles. He went off into the main room and turned the TV on.

A little while later, and I was getting very bored but decided I didn’t enjoy it – I was just doing what Liam had told me having seen earlier in the week that things seemed to get worse if I didn’t. There was a knock at the door. He told me to get it. I stood behind it and opened the door, only allowing my head and shoulder to be visible. It was Mr Stephenson.

“Oh, shirtless again I see Philip. Well, Ok. Um, yes. We’re organising another trip into town later if you want to come and then, as it’s the last night, letting you stay a little longer and go to the disco in town. And don’t worry, there won’t be any embarrassing dancing from us teachers, we’re going to wait in the bar opposite the disco and trust you all to go in on your own. Do you two want to come?”

I looked over to Liam, who was still sitting on the bed. I just knew what he was going to say. Another chance to make me run around in the town and then the disco with no teachers inside. It was the perfect chance to embarrass me even further – the possibilities could be endless. I was then really surprised when he said he didn’t fancy it. I said the same and Mr Stephenson said that was fine and that “Miss Gibbs will be upstairs if you need anything. The rest of us will be back by about 1am. Make sure that you’re asleep by then.”

After Mr Stephenson had gone, I started bleating away. About how I’d been standing nude talking to the teacher again and about what I thought could have happened at the disco. He nodded again and said, “I see.” He then opened the door to the balcony and sat back on the bed to watch the TV. I didn’t want to be caught out in the same way as I had earlier in the week so I pointed to the door. He ignored me so I said “Shall I go out onto the balcony and close the door like I’ve been doing the rest of the time?” He then did that same nod again that he’d been doing all evening. I wasn’t sure what he wanted but standing in the room with the door open was almost worse than sitting outside. I asked him again if I should go outside and he replied, “that seems like something you could do.” He was being ever so frustrating but then he pointed to the door. I understood what he meant and walked out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind me. He shut the curtain after hanging his watch on the handle, it said 7:34. After a while, the TV went off and he left the room. I was alone with my thoughts and Liam’s words were still ringing in my ears, that I must like being embarrassed. I was even trying to think back over the events of the evening, did he even tell me to come out here?

I was shaken out of my thoughts with the light turning on and the sound of voices. Not one voice, several. I glanced at the watch. It said 8:42. So I’d already been out here for over an hour. That realisation made me suddenly feel even colder. I was also worried about the voices inside. Yet again, I was stuck out here and couldn’t get help but this time, I’d already been out here for ages. I wrapped my arms around my legs even more tightly, trying to conserve heat as well as I could.

The Skiing Trip Part 10

I looked at the watch again, it said 9:03. I’d been out here for about an hour and a half but also knew that bed time wasn’t for another 4 hours. There was no way I could survive that, was there? I suppose I’d expected something big for the last night but this was getting silly.

Then, I realised that perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all. I saw a shadow coming up to the window. It was Liam and was starting to open the curtain. I scooted along the balcony, hoping he wouldn’t open it all the way. He didn’t. He was just trying to worry me, I assured myself, as it was only about 1/3 of the way across. Unless anyone went right up to the window and looked out I should be safe.

A short while later, my worst nightmare was realised. Liam was back at the window. He drew the curtain back all the way. There was no way I could hide myself. I made sure that I was as covered as I could be but soon all I could hear was gasps and laughter from inside the room.

After everyone had settled down, Liam explained (loudly enough for me to hear every word) that I taken myself out onto the balcony without any clothes on; and had done so several times during the week. I tried to pick out faces. Sophie and Kate were there, everyone else seemed to be joint friends of ours. I could feel everyone staring at me, obviously hoping that they would see more and wondering what the hell I was doing.

Then, the chatter all started back up again. I realised that Liam had been correct. Quick glimpses and seeing bits of me while I was wearing sagging trousers or wet boxers was nowhere near as bad as being naked and having people staring more intently for longer periods. I didn’t know what else to do so I just stayed there, crouched on the floor. After a few minutes, I decided to shuffle closer to the door so I could at least see the time. 9:18. Over 100 minutes outside. A few days ago, I would have expected to die from frostbite by now but now I could see that, whilst being uncomfortable, my body was strong enough to survive it. Besides, I now had much more to worry about than how long I’d been outside.

Moving over to the door seemed to spur Liam into action again. He got everyone inside to be quiet and then opened the door just a crack. “Is there anything you wanted to ask me?” he questioned, and then gave me a wink. Not again, he wants me to suggest things to do to me. I was surprised so just said “No.”

“OK then, we’ll ask you again in about 5 minutes.”

What should I do now? What else could I suggest that was even worse than what was happening now? What could be worse than stripping in the town centre? Then I had it. It sounded awful in my head but surely, after tonight, I would be able to do it.

Liam got everyone quiet again and opened the door. After I told him I did have a question, he said to make sure I asked it loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Liam, and everyone else. Tomorrow, when we come back to have a shower before getting on the coach, please can you hide my clothes and towel?”

Liam’s reply was not quite what I’d expected, “And why would we do that?”

“Well, so all the boys will be able to see me naked and make me embarrassed I suppose.”

Liam did that same nod again. Then said, “I’m sure that we could do that for you,” and closed the door again.

Now I was really confused. Did he want me to keep on asking for more and more things to happen to me? Did it need to be even worse than having no clothes after showering when there would be lots of people around? Was it too short lived? Yes, that must be it. So when he opened the door again, I was sure that I had something worthwhile. “When we get back to school, can you hide my clothes and towel after we have a shower after sports and swimming?”

“Why should we do that?”

“Um, to embarrass me I suppose.” I didn’t want to be embarrassed further but I was getting cold now. Most of my body was numb and I was starting to get worried.

“So, let me get this straight, you want us to embarrass you back at school as well?”

Of course I didn’t but replied yes.

“I think we need to be clear. What should we do?”

I didn’t say anything and he started to close the door.

“OK. Ok. You could hide my clothes when I change or make sure people see me naked or I suppose you could even try and make me strip off. If you wanted to. When we go back to the UK, you could all find ways to embarrass me.”

“ WOW! I thought our fun would be over tonight but maybe I was wrong! I’m looking forward to going back to school now! I’m sure that everyone heard you say that. That really wasn’t what I expected you to ask for.”

“What then?!”

“Don’t you remember? You asked me for it the other night which is why I’ve gone to all the trouble of organising tonight for you!”

When he closed the door, after the gasping had finished it was time for the laughing to start. Shit. I’d just asked 10 people to continually embarrass me when we were back at school. They couldn’t hold me to that, surely?!

So that was it. When he’d wanted me to choose my own punishment, I’d suggested that I come into the room naked with some of our friends in the room; and that I be spanked. Hopefully that was what he wanted. Why hadn’t I realised that earlier. This might have been the end of it but now I’ve ‘asked’ for even more to happen. But no, they’d realise I didn’t mean it?! The laughter and comments I could hear, however, gave a different impression. This could carry on forever!

I think he must have realised that over an hour and ¾ must be enough time naked in up a mountain as he opened the door again quite quickly.

“OK. I get it. Liam. Please can I come into the room and stay naked with our friends here. I would also like to be spanked.”

There was now a collective hush in the room. It was finally time for what they had been waiting for. I would be exposing myself fully to them and I had asked them to spank and embarrass me. Liam opened the door fully. I stood up, cramp in my legs, and kept my hand over my groin. Liam told me to warm up in bed for a few minutes so I ran straight over and got under the covers. Some disappointment but at least they saw my ass as I ran over to the bed.

Then the questions started. I was bombarded as I shivered under my duvet. Did I really mean it? How cold was it out there? How embarrassed was I? Why do I like to be embarrassed? Is that why I skied in my boxers? Is that why I kept wearing sagging trousers with no belt or underwear? It just continued and continued. I just lay there, glad for the duvet once again.

After a while, Liam piped up again. Everyone settled down, eager to see what would happen next. He asked me first of all if I had warmed up to which I replied that I had.

One of the other boys, Reece, asked me why I wanted to lock myself outside naked and wear trousers that exposed myself to dinner. I told him that I didn’t want to but Liam had locked my clothes away and made me do it. Liam, of course, refuted that and then opened the wardrobe door. My clothes were all in there. Of course, that would have made them believe Liam over me but we both knew he’d set me up – he later told me that he had got my stuff out the case while I was outside before he invited everyone in so it wouldn’t look like my nudity was all down to him . This made everyone start chatting, starting to believe I was some sort of embarrassment junkie.

“Now, everyone listen to this.” Liam then got out his Walkman which, unbeknown to me, had a record function on it. The little bugger had recorded me. As my voice played out, asking for help in embarrassing myself, I just couldn’t believe my ears.

“That’s not fair,” I said, “you know I only said it because you made me.”

“I made you? I think you’ll find that I’ve had to put up with you getting naked all week. Just how could I make you do it?” Liam replied.

Everyone was silent, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone wanted to know what was going to happen next.

“Did anyone tell you to go out one the balcony tonight or did you go on your own?”

“Well, I suppose I went on my own,” I replied.

Sophie and Kate joined in, and pointed out that I had stretched out and exposed myself to collect the purse; and told everyone that I’d been quite happy leave my trousers sagging in the dinner hall and walking up the stairs; and even sat through dinner without any trousers on at all.

“I knew that was what I saw when we were walking out of the restaurant after dinner!” Reece almost shouted.

“But, that was a dare,” I replied.

“Think about it – was it actually a dare?”

I thought and my face must have given it away. No, it wasn’t. The final dare had been up on the mountain. I’d exposed myself again when I didn’t ‘have’ to.

Liam then went on to say about finding me outside the room earlier, shirtless and my trousers sagging badly; and how I’d just stood there after being pantsed. Archie who had pantsed me confirmed what Liam was saying. And, of course, there had been the see through boxers on the mountain, and they had all found me on the balcony. There was no way Liam could have made me go out there, was there?

Everyone was starting to think that maybe I really did like being embarrassed. As they spoke, they swapped stories from the week: catching me nude with the bedroom door open, running down the corridor in my boxers and down the stairs nude, pantsed in the lift and just standing there. Yes, it all made sense to them (out of context of course). I must admit, I was even starting to think that maybe Liam was right and I did enjoy it. I mean, he was right, I’d allowed all that stuff to happen earlier. He didn’t tell me to go out onto the balcony, I’d opened the door to Mr Stephenson nude, the girls had no real hold over me. Maybe I do.

Liam then pressed the rewind button on his Walkman and a few seconds later pressed play again. My voice was coming out again – he’d also recorded what I’d said before going outside where I’d talked about opening the door in the nude, about what I thought could happen at the disco if we’d gone and asking him if I thought I should go outside to which, of course, he’d only replied “That sounds like something you could do.” So that was why he’d only pointed to the door instead of actually telling me to go out. He’d set me up again and I’d fallen for it again. Out of context, this was starting to look to them all that I really did WANT to be embarrassed.

I was in a bit of a stupor – I couldn’t believe how he’d set it all up so perfectly and I just kept falling into trap after trap. Sophie suddenly jumped up and yanked the duvet off me. “It’s time to give him what he asked for!” Instead of covering up, I put my hands down by my side. I was beaten. I was confused. I was still feeling the effects of being outside in the cold. I just lay there with 10 pairs of eyes examining my naked form closely. My butt had been seen a few times but this was the first time that my cock had been seen for so long. Then, the inevitable happened, I started to get hard.

There were squeals of delight from the girls, ‘yuk’ noises from the boys but then the realisation “he really does like it, he’s getting hard about it!” That really did seal my fate. They were now convinced that I wanted to be embarrassed - my body was showing them that yes, I did. It was as much confirmation as they seemed to need after all the circumstantial evidence against me. What an opportunity!

After they’d gotten bored of just staring at my naked torso and cock & balls, one of the girls said, “well, he wants to be embarrassed so let’s start now!”

She told me to stand up. Now, this really would be it. It would be possible to see the whole of me if they wanted to.

“Right, we’re all going to leave the room and we won’t tell you who has the key. We’ll spread out, you will have to find us, then ask if that person has the key. If you’re right, you can come back to the room. If you’re wrong, you need to go on to find the next person. We’ll play fair – no-one is allowed in the lobby. Most of the other schools have gone but you might still get caught. Everyone agree?” Everyone apart from me said yes – my vote didn’t seem to count as I was bundled out of the room and a few seconds later into the lift.

Liam pressed the button for the 8^th floor. That way, everyone would have time to disperse he explained.

When the lift got to the top floor, I peeked out. No-one was there. I didn’t want to play this game but what choice did I have? I glanced up at the clock. Just after 10. Great, another 3 hours.

I went to the stairs, thinking that if anyone was using them, I’d easily see them. I went from floor to floor, corridor to corridor, trying to find anyone. On the 6^th floor, I could hear a group of girls whose voices I didn’t recognise coming from around a corner. I tried to hide behind the plant that was there but it was no good, they saw me as soon as they rounded the corner. After laughing and spending a good amount of time looking, they ran down the corridor screaming which made their teacher come out so I just ran with him shouting at my naked ass. I finally found Liam standing next to a large window on the 2^nd floor, just along from our room. Now, this was dangerous, anyone else who didn’t go to the disco could come out of a room at any second. But Liam didn’t want to tell me quickly whether he had the key, he wanted me to admit that I wanted all this to happen. I still wasn’t really sure but said yes just to make him give me the key. He didn’t have it. So, off I ran again. By 10:30 I’d found 4 of my friends and been caught a few times. I was starting to get worried that the manager or even worse Miss Gibbs would get called to a naked boy running round the hotel. I rounded a corner and found Sophie. She said that she’d tell me where the key was if I allowed her to touch my penis. Knowing that she probably would anyway, I let her. She stroked me until I was just about to cum and then stopped, tapping my balls with her knuckles.

“Kate has the key. She’s …. Wait for it …. Near the lift up on the 8^th floor”

How stupid could I have been. Of course, the 8^th floor would be the perfect hiding place as that’s where I’d started. I went to the lift and pressed the button but got a shock when one of the hotel cleaners was in the lift. She started mumbling something in foreign and I headed for the stairs. I got up to the 8^th floor as quickly as I could and explained what had happened in the lift. Kate seemed much less worried than I was. She grabbed my erect cock and walked me, like a dog, back to the lift by pulling on it. When we got to the second floor and then my room, Kate told everyone what had happened and assumed that the manager would be here shortly. With that, there was a knock on the door. I was bundled out onto the balcony again and the curtains closed. I was later told that it was the manager along with Miss Gibbs, the cleaner and some teachers from other schools. Apparently, they’d been happy that it was none of ‘us’ as everyone in the room was fully clothed. They didn’t even consider that there could be a naked boy on the balcony.

When I got back into the room, one of the other lads, Drew, remembered my request for a spanking. He had what he considered to be a good idea. He asked Liam if he had a pack of cards in his luggage. He did.

I was led to my bed and my pillows were put in the middle of the bed so that when I said down on them, my ass stuck up in the air. The game was described thus. The door would be opened so that I couldn’t scream without fear of being heard. Everyone would pick out three cards and add the numbers together and give me the appropriate number of smacks. Aces would count as 11. To make sure that I didn’t try to get up, someone would hold each of my arms and sit on each of my legs, swapping around as needed so that everyone could have a go. Anyone who didn’t want to actually touch my ass as that would be ‘gay’ could hit it with a shoe instead.

I must have had well over 300 smacks on the ass by the time they decided between them that I’d had enough – I was sure that some people had more than one turn. I was told to get out onto the balcony AGAIN to help cool my ass down but this time (and this was new) I had to lay down. If they saw me get up off the floor at all, we’d play the key game again but this time nowhere would be off limits and I wouldn’t get any help. I also had to stay hard otherwise we’d play the spanking game again.

Laying there, I just had to hope that it wouldn’t be too long as laying down zapped he heat out of my body even quicker. I was so cold, it was also difficult to stay hard but the constant rubbing kept getting me close to climax which I knew I couldn’t allow for fear of going soft again. After about 10 minutes of pure hell, I was allowed back in.

By this time, it was after 12 and we all knew that the disco group would be back soon. It was decided that I should just stand there and let people look at me or touch me if they wanted.

A few of the girls decided to stroke my cock a bit, one boy wanted to kick me in the nuts. When I flinched, he blindfolded me so that I wouldn’t know when or if another kick would come or who was feeling me up. Of course, another kick did come and everyone filed out as I lay doubled on the floor.

I took a few minutes to collect myself and then sat up. I asked Liam why he was doing this – we were supposed to be friends. He told me that it had just started out as a laugh but I was enjoying it so he was just helping me. “But I’m not enjoying it!”

“Then why are you hard again? And why did you ask me to involve other people after I promised not to? You keep coming up with the worst ideas! And anyway, everyone else believes that you do want it now.”

I looked down and was horrified – I was hard. Why? I knew that I didn’t want all of this. I was confused again. Logically, I knew that Liam had set me up perfectly but the mind games he was playing were starting to make me question everything.

He then gave me a choice. An hour on the balcony (“but, of course, it’s so late I might fall asleep”) or out in the corridor until the disco lot came back. Even earlier that afternoon, there was no way I’d have even contemplated the corridor but I’d already been out there and there was a real danger of being stuck outside all night. I opted for corridor, knowing that I should get back in just before the disco lot came back and that would only be a few minutes away. It was so late, I was sure that I wouldn’t get caught. Liam was true to his word and opened the door again a few minutes later. I had a quick peek in the wardrobe which, of course, had been emptied again.

I couldn’t think of anything else to say to Liam as I crawled into bed. How had this happened? And why did I keep going along with it?

The Skiing Trip Part 11 – end

The following morning, Mr Stephenson came in to wake us up again. Once again, Liam insisted that I get up so I pulled the same trick with the duvet as the day before. However, Mr Stephenson felt it necessary to go through the arrangements for the morning with me stood there trying to keep my ass away from his view.

He told us that the coach to take us to the slopes was coming an hour later than the previous days to give us a chance to pack our things. He also reminded us to leave some clothes for the journey home and a towel in a separate bag for when we got back from the slopes. He then reminded us that most of the rooms would be totally vacated but we would have the use of two rooms when we got back – one for the boys and one for the girls – so we could have a shower and change out of the hired ski wear before getting on the coach (hence a bag of clothes and towel left separate).

He was just about to go when he suddenly asked, “Philip, just why are you naked?”

How could he know? My duvet was still covering me. He pointed behind me. I turned my head and saw that Liam (or someone else) must have moved the long mirror that used to stand next to the wardrobe. It was now next to my bed and had a clear reflection of my ass.

“Well, um, er, sorry Sir. I just .. um”

Mr Stephenson, funnily enough, gave me my out. “I suppose you like to sleep in the nude as well do you. Well, I can understand that but it’s really not the best of ideas when you’re on a school trip so please try to pack something next time.” He then paused, as though unsure of himself, but proceeded to say, “Your buttocks do look rather bruised. Are you OK?”

Of course, I couldn’t tell him they were bruised because of the spanking from the night before. “It must have happened when I fell over skiing,” I mumbled. He told me turn around so he could have a closer look and told me to stay where I was. He then returned with Miss Gibbs, who was the first aider for the trip, and asked her to have a look at well.

“I know you won’t mind if Miss Gibbs has a look. Normally I’d try to find a male member of staff but we all know now that you’re quite happy with your body. Is that right?”

I just stood there and couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. Not only had Mr Stephenson realised that I was nude but now Miss Gibbs would also be looking at my naked butt. I was just opening my mouth to say that I did mind when Liam piped up from his bed, “I’m sure you won’t mind will you, Phil, you were just telling me last night about how you don’t mind people seeing you in the nude.”

Once again, I didn’t want to against what Liam was saying; and it was for a first aid type reason so it could be worse. “Well, I guess I don’t mind I suppose. It’s only a body.”

Miss Gibbs, however, was less than impressed. “This is the third time I’ve found you with no clothes on young man. I don’t expect to keep finding you like this.”

She then bent down and starting to examine my ass. Liam was laying in bed trying his hardest not to laugh – this was even better than he’d expected it to be.

“It’s no good, I can’t see anything from here. Move over into the light.”

She moved me over towards the balcony (and the open door of the room) and became annoyed when we almost tripped over the duvet for the third time, telling me to leave it where it was and that I obviously didn’t mind people seeing my naked body so it shouldn’t be needed anyway. Again, I couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

She turned me round so that my butt was facing the window. This, of course, meant that my front was facing the open door. I glanced at Liam who mouthed “No covering” so I just stood there. A few girls from my class, who hadn’t been involved in last night’s fun, walked past and stopped dead in their tracks. They just stood there, mouths open, staring at my naked body. I just stood there with them gawping at me and then another 2 joined the peep show as well.

Miss Gibbs finally stood up. “Get along, girls. Now, I think he’ll be fine. Nothing more than bruising.”

I carried on just standing there like an idiot while they checked the arrangements for the day between themselves. “For heaven’s sake, have some dignity, cover yourself up. It’s obvious that you don’t mind everyone seeing your naked body and I guess that’s Ok if it’s your choice but I’m really not sure that you should keep showing everything to all the other kids,” With that, they both left the room, fortunately closing the door behind them.

After he finished laughing, Liam told me that I might as well go out onto the balcony. But, as it was our last morning, to remain standing. After he went into the shower, I quickly shot down and waited for as long as I dare before I stood up again. A few minutes later, he came out of the shower and was pleased to see me ‘still’ standing. It felt like a small victory – I’d finally got something past Liam! He let me in to shower. After I came out, he reminded me that I wasn’t expected at breakfast and that I could choose. Balcony or corridor while he went downstairs, nude of course. I obviously chose balcony. So, I was locked out again and he went off to have breakfast. When he returned, he didn’t let me straight back in. He selected some clothes for me to wear home – jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. No underwear. Then packed his things. He called through the door that as my stuff was already packed, there was no need for me to come in just yet. Reece, Drew, Sophie and Kate popped in and seemed pleased I was out there again. They left after about 10 minutes.

After a good hour and a half of being outside again, he let me in. There was still a good half hour till we needed to meet up. He told me that we had just enough time for a quick game. If I played along, it would look like I’d been caught in an unfortunate accident but if I didn’t, I’d more than likely get in trouble. I agreed to play along. He gave me a towel to wrap around myself and told me to think of a reason why I would need to go out into the corridor wearing just the towel. I thought quickly, the only thing that I could think would be that I’d just come out of the shower and I needed help because he was stuck on the balcony. Liam agreed that story would make sense. I would just have to act dumb and pretend that I wasn’t able to get the door open. I would go out of the room in my towel but Liam would make sure it got stuck in the door as it closed before going out onto the balcony. Easy enough … well, easy being a relative term. He also told me not to cover up - Reece was going to be out there and I’d regret it if he saw me covering at all.

I swallowed hard. Now everyone would be having the chance to see my naked body if they happened to be in the corridor. But again, I’d just agreed to go along with it. I opened the door and felt the tug on my towel. I walked out and heard the door close behind me. This was it, no going back now. There was instant laughter as school mates in the corridor saw my predicament. I tugged on the towel but there was no getting it out. I went next door and knocked on Mr Gillan’s door. The commotion in the corridor ensured that more people came out to see me. He opened the door and was confronted by a naked teenager telling him about the problem. He went into his bathroom and returned with a towel, offering it to me. Reece was standing right next to me at this point so I refused his offer much to his surprise. He came out into the corridor and saw my towel stuck in the door to my room. He tried to open the door with the master key that he had but it wouldn’t open. The towel must have got caught in something. All the while, the corridor was getting fuller and fuller as news of my plight spread. He told me to wait where I was and headed down toward reception. I don’t think Liam had meant for the door to get jammed up but now I was stuck out in the corridor, naked, with several of my classmates around. Of course, the inevitable pictures started and no-one could understand why I just stood there (apart from Reece who just winked at me) I’d gotten into this mess to avoid pictures circulating but now it seemed inevitable anyway. It was so hard not to cover up but Reece was maintaining his policing of my time in the corridor. I, of course, knew why I was letting anyone who wanted to see everything but no-one else could understand. There was a good mixture of laughing and people wondering why I wasn’t attempting to cover up at all.

Eventually, Mr Gillan came up the stairs with a member of hotel staff who just gave me a disgusted look. He set to work on the door and after about 5 minutes managed to get in. Liam was true to his word and was locked out on the balcony. He’d also taken my clothes out with him which would avoid any questions about why I hadn’t gotten dressed first. “I like my clothes to be aired.” I quickly said as I just put the towel on my bed after it was handed to me again. However strange this might have looked, Mr Gillan didn’t say anything.

Funnily enough, the balcony door opened quickly. I just shrugged and said that it wouldn’t earlier.

When Liam came in, he made a good show of moaning at me for locking him out and then leaving him out there so long (the cheek! After the amount of time I’d been out there this week and he was fully dressed!) I pretended again that it had been stuck. The hotel man was clearing up his tools and Liam asked me if there was anything I had to say. I thanked the hotel man for rescuing Liam. The git then ‘suggested’ that I might show my gratitude by helping him carry his tools back downstairs. Again thinking I was trapped, I offered to help and then, of course, had to walk past everyone gathered in the corridor again. Luckily, he only wanted me to carry them to the lift.

When I got back to the room, the door was closed. I knocked but Liam didn’t let me in. Reece was still there so I knew better than to cover up but funnily enough, the corridor remained rather full of my classmates.

This, however, proved to be just too much for Mr Gillan. After shouting to everyone to go back to their rooms, his attention turned to me. “Mr Stephenson has told me about what he found out this morning. You’re comfortable with nudity – fine. But he told you to stop showing everything off to all your classmates and here you are in the corridor naked. You really HAVE to stop doing this!” I didn’t know how to reply and was very pleased when Liam came along the corridor moments later pretending to apologise for locking me out accidentally. When we got in, he told me that extra bit of time outside was because Reece had seen me covering my butt for a few moments by leaning on the wall but congratulated me for sticking to the rules apart from that. It seemed rather unfair, especially as Gillan had just had a go at me but there was only just enough time for me to get dressed and get downstairs in time for the coach. All the while, I was wondering whether there was anyone on the trip who now hadn’t seen me in the nude. How would I ever live this down?

When we got back to the hotel in the afternoon, we were dispatched to the two rooms to have our showers. Liam spoke to a few people and made sure that I was at the front of the queue. Now, the system was that you would go into the bedroom & grab your towel and go into the shower room, leaving your hired clothes in a pile outside the door so that the next person in the line could collect them up and put them in the hopper in the corridor where everyone lined up while you were in the shower. After showering, you would wrap the towel around yourself, shout for the next person to come in and then go round the corner to the beds area to dry and dress – with all the bags from earlier having been left in the room for you. This system was intended to allow for maximum throughput whilst allowing everyone full privacy. Any of your own clothes that were dirty could then go into the bag and they’d be put onto the coach later, with our suitcases already being loaded on.

I went into the room as the first person and Liam was behind me as the second. He came into the room with me to make sure that I didn’t pick up my towel and reminded about what I had asked for the night before. He also warned me not to touch anyone else’s clothes or towels as that would be rude. I stripped right down and went into the shower.

When I came out, the room was empty so I had a quick look around. I couldn’t see where he’d hidden my clean clothes and my dirty clothes had already been spirited away presumably into the hopper in the corridor. So, I knocked and ran around the corner so at least I couldn’t be seen from the corridor. Liam came in and told me that I’d better not be in the changing space when he came out. That was for people who wanted to get changed, not people who had nothing to wear. He suggested that I either try to find my clothes or stand by the balcony door (or, if I wanted, on the balcony as I liked it out there so much). Whilst he was in the shower, I carried on looking but when he came out, he told me to stand by the balcony door. I didn’t want to stand there as it would mean, of course, that I would be totally visible from the corridor. Liam’s response was simple – if I didn’t do what I was told, he wouldn’t tell me where my clothes were so I’d have to travel home nude if I couldn’t find them. Although, of course in hindsight, his logic was flawed as the teachers could have just gotten some more clothes from my suitcase, I didn’t think of that at the time. I was too busy panicking about being found in the nude and travelling home in that state. I reluctantly agreed, was reminded about not covering up and he let the next person in. Of course, they made sure that the door remained open for much longer than was strictly necessary when they saw me standing there. ( In fact, it turned out the door was held open more or less the whole time apart from when someone else needed it to be closed so as to avoid them being exposed.) When he was ready to start drying, Liam then told me to put his dirty boxers over my head until after he was dressed, he didn’t want me to see him naked. The same process repeated itself over and over again. A quick search then standing, visible to the corridor with dirty boxers on my head while the previous occupant of the shower dried and dressed before a quick bit of searching until the next person was ready to come out of the shower again. I certainly spent more time standing with Liam’s smelly underwear on my head than actually looking for my clothes. Most people left after they got dressed but Liam stayed to make sure that I ‘behaved.’ As I had boxers over my head while the door was open. I’ve no idea how many people walked past and saw me but, for certain, every boy on the trip had now seen me. I also know that a couple of kids from another school saw me one time while I was looking for my clothes.

When the last boy came in, Liam, Reece and Drew had remained with me. I had looked absolutely everywhere and I couldn’t think of anywhere else. After he was dressed and left the room, the door was propped open again. I’m sure Liam left me standing there for longer than was necessary as I didn’t actually hear the last boy leave. When Liam did remove his pants from my head, I asked him where the bag was, reminding him that he said he would tell me if I stood there while everyone else changed and held the door open. He said, “just think about your favourite place.”

The balcony. He must mean the balcony. I looked out and couldn’t see the bag so ventured out. I blocked the door with the bin so it wouldn’t close but when I was searching, Liam simply moved the bin. Trapped again.

A few moments later, Mr Stephenson came in to the room to check that we were all changed and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw me on the balcony wearing nothing. He opened the door and asked me what on Earth I was playing at.

“Well, you see, um, I couldn’t find my stuff so I came to look for it.”

“What, on the balcony?!”

Liam then very helpfully said, which was then duly backed up by the other boys still in the room, that after he’d seen me throw my bag over the balcony, I’d shut myself out there. Mr Stephenson could hardly believe his ears until he looked over the balcony and saw a pile of clothes and a towel on the floor below.

He took a deep breath. “Now, Philip, sleeping in the nude is one thing. Skiing in your boxers and not wearing underwear beneath your loose trousers is not on. Taking any dare that someone gives you and riding the elevator with your trousers round your ankles is just stupid. But this, there really is no excuse for. Get back into the room, now. When we get back to school, I’m going to have to call your Mum in and have a chat with her.”

“But…but…it’s not my fault. Please don’t call her in, she’ll kill me.”

“Not your fault! Of course it is. No-one made you throw your clothes away. Now, one of you, please go down and collect his clothes. I’m going to wait right here to make sure he doesn’t do anything else.”

With that, I just had to stand there in the nude waiting for my clothes to arrive. I didn’t even bother to cover up. What was the point, everyone had seen everything anyway. When my clothes finally arrived, they were wet and dirty. And, of course, there was no underwear.

“You can’t wear those clothes. Go and give them a quick rinse to get the worst of the dirt off. We’ll then dry them off as best as we can with a hairdryer.”

After rinsing my clothes (well, tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt), I took them back out into the main room and found Mr Gillan now there as well with a hairdryer and the door was propped open. I then had to try and dry my clothes off with anyone walking past able to see anything they wanted.

I slipped my clothes on. Liam then produced my coat and shoes and we headed towards the bus. As we walked down, I moaned that I’d been caught by the teacher as he had promised to tell me where my clothes were.

“I did. Where were your clothes?”

“On the road but I found out too late!”

“So, I did what I promised. I told you where your clothes were. I never said anything about telling you before a teacher came into the room or that I would tell you before I told anyone else.”

He was, of course, technically correct but I had to tell him that he hadn’t been exactly fair.

Amazingly, I was still allowed to sit at the back of the coach on the way home. I don’t think that any of the staff could be bothered with me any longer; or perhaps they just weren’t sure that choosing to participate in a nudist lifestyle was against the rules.

On the way home, Liam and the others were true to their word about trying to embarrass me. It proved very easy for them to strip me of my clothes again, with some holding me and others threatening to hit me in the nuts. When they were off, they were spirited away and I had no idea who had what. At one point, Miss Gibbs was making her way to the back of the bus to check on us. When she was nearly there, Liam threw his coat over my lap. She thought it very odd that I was sat there shirtless but at least she didn’t know any more.

When it was nearly time for us to stop, I asked about my clothes. No answer was forthcoming so I began to worry. Liam then told me that I had to guess who had them. If I was right, I would get them, but if I was wrong, that person would get to punch me in the nuts at the service station. I guessed correctly on my 6^th guess. After we’d all been to the toilet and stretched our legs, we zoomed off to a small wooded area and I was told to drop my trousers I was blindfolded with my T-Shirt to stop me from flinching. I was then held in place as I was hit in the nuts 5 times. I felt sick but there wasn’t time to worry about that as it was time to get back on the bus.

I fell asleep for the next part of the journey. This turned out to be a big mistake. It was apparently easy to pull my jogging bottoms off as when I awoke, I was naked again. There was no coat offered to me next time a teacher came back. It was Mr Stephenson again. He saw that I was naked and shook his head. “You really do have a problem, don’t you?”

He then took me to the front of the bus. I had to walk the whole length of the bus wearing nothing at all. After all three teachers had told me off, I had to walk back to my previous place to collect my clothes. I couldn’t cover anything up as I walked along the bus as I needed to hold on to the seats to stop me from falling over as the bus was moving. The three teachers telling me off had woken everyone up so now it really was EVERYONE on the trip had seen me naked. When I got to the back, I, of course, couldn’t find my clothes as I hadn’t taken them off and no-one seemed willing to help me. I asked Liam why he wanted me to get in trouble.

“It’s what you asked for, remember?” was his reply, “and anyway, everyone’s seen you now and you’re already in trouble so there’s no real need for me to feel bad and tell you where your clothes are. Besides, you still haven’t learnt. You moaned at me about being unfair earlier despite me simply doing what you’d asked me to. Have fun nudey! I don’t know how you do it but you just keep on showing your junk off to more and more people. School is going to be so much fun for all of us!”

After a few more minutes of searching, Mr Stephenson called up to me and asked what the problem was. I told him that I couldn’t find my clothes. He still thought that I had taken them off myself so didn’t believe me that I couldn’t find them.

“Fine, if you don’t want to wear anything there’s not much more I can do is there? I can’t exactly force you to put something on, especially when you’ve hidden your own clothes somewhere. Everyone has heard me try to get some clothes on you so it’s not my fault. Just come and sit back up here with us.”

I made my way back up the bus again giving everyone another chance to see my naked body. When I got to the front, Miss Gibbs offered me her coat to put over my lap. Mr Gillan, however, interjected, “I wouldn’t bother. I tried to give him a towel earlier when he’d accidentally shut himself out in the corridor but he refused so I expect he just wants to leave everything on display again.”

The next time we stopped, I had to stay on the bus but of course, being at the front, meant that everyone had to walk right past me, allowing them another eyeful. At least I could cover my genitals with my hand but as Drew was getting off the bus, he bent down and quickly told me that if I covered up at all for the rest of the trip, I’d really regret it next week at school with the plan he had in mind. Immediately, I dropped my hands from my groin – everyone on the bus had seen me anyway but there were nearly 2000 more pupils at school who I wanted to avoid seeing me if possible. When she got back on the bus, Miss Gibbs offered me her coat again but I refused just as Mr Gillan had told her I would. When the rest of the group got on the bus, they of course got to see everything again. As everyone filed past, I was asked several times why I wanted everyone to see me. It got even worse as I started to become erect and those getting on after the first few got an even bigger surprise as they alighted the bus. As we travelled, they also got to see everything (and some even getting confident enough to touch as I went past) whenever I needed to go and use the toilet which was near the back of the coach.

It wasn’t until we got to the Ferry port that the teachers felt they needed to do something about my nudity. Mr Gillan went to the back and, lo and behold, my clothes were all neatly folded on the floor below my previous seat he announced when he got back to the front carrying them. This just confirmed in their minds that I had a problem with nudity, they didn’t even consider that they had been put there while I was sat at the front. I put them on before we got off the coach to alight the ferry. It seemed perfectly reasonable to me but Drew had other ideas. Despite his ‘kind’ warning, I’d decided to cover up. Surely he couldn’t mean it (and, of course, I could have avoided all the viewings along the journey if I realised that he even included getting dressed to leave the coach – I may as well have covered up hours ago.)

Drew, wanting to continue the mind games, refused to say any more. Just then, Miss Gibbs called me and she told me to stay with the teachers while we were on the boat as they didn’t trust me. At least that would get me out of any more nudity. The rest of the journey was fairly standard as the teachers didn’t let me out of their sight.

I was not looking forward to the meeting with Mum the following week…

Author’s note: I started this as a true representation of events that happened to me as a teen. However, whilst writing, I decided to add a few extra things in to make it even more exciting; and to set up a possible sequel involving Phil back at school.

For those who are interested, the bits that were made up were: stripping down to boxers up on the mountain, running around the hotel trying to find a key, asking to be embarrassed back at school, clothes being thrown over the balcony on the last day (in reality, they were hidden in the room so I had to spend a few minutes looking for them in the nude), and being caught on the bus on the way home, although I did spend some time in the nude on the coach as well.

The rest of the story is true with perhaps a little poetic licence along the way. But yes, I really did spend considerable time on the balcony in the nude, I did lay in a bath of snow, I did hide in the wardrobe and under the bed covers in the nude while others were in the room, I really did sit in the restaurant with my trousers around my ankles, I was caught in the lift having been pantsed, my teacher did catch me sleeping in the nude as he saw my ass reflected in a mirror, I streaked through the town centre and, on the last night, my room mate really did invite other friends into the room and revealed me nude on the balcony.

(The End)