A Prank Steals His Clothes

A Prank Steals His Clothes

A college student finds himself in big trouble

by G. Lawrence

I haven't entered a story in a Literotica contest before, and April Fool's seems like a good time, so here it goes. None of these events really happened, and I hope they never do. It is a fantasy. This story has plenty of nudity but no sex. All of the characters are over 18 years old.

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Bobby knocked on the dorm room door, still surprised by the unexpected invitation. It wasn't every day that a freshman computer geek was approached by a member of Midvale Valley College's elite. Bobby was just a shy, introverted technology student, not a member of the Midwestern school's upper crust. Unlike Red Dorm, where Bobby was living on his scholarship, Blue Dorm was very upscale. The 2nd floor hallway had lush gold carpeting, exotic travel posters decorating the walls, and was known for its late-night parties.

"Hi, Bobby, glad you could make it," Tucker said, tall and handsome in an expensive casual outfit. Bobby had his old jeans and Spiderman T-shirt. They shook hands.

"Hello, Mr. Jons," Bobby said. "Are you having trouble with your computer? I can take it down to the lab."

"Oh, nothing like that. I just wanted to talk. Come in," Tucker offered.

The spacious room was amazing. Bobby noticed the large office, private bar, kitchenette, king-size bed, and enough seating for six people to watch the big screen TV. Bobby's room had a small bed, a narrow desk, and his computer. He didn't feel a need for more.

"Would you like a drink?" Tucker asked.

"A coke would be good," Bobby answered.

"No, a real drink. Something fit for a man," Tucker said, mixing two tequila sunrises while adding grenadine and an orange twist. He was 22 years old. Bobby had turned 18 a few months before. Not a drinker, he rarely had more than an occasional beer. They sat down in a breakfast nook, Tucker opening the window. The first day of April was providing an unusually warm spring afternoon. Bobby noticed the room overlooked a quaint wooded park.

"Everyone says you're really smart, but kind of a hermit," Tucker said, sipping his cocktail. "You hardly ever date. What's up with that?"

"I dated girls a little in high school, but it never went well," Bobby admitted.

"Poor social skills?"

"I guess. Some of the guys met girls by playing video games with them, but I've never been into that. I'd rather code a new game than play an old one."

"Sounds nerdy," Tucker suggested.

"That's what I'm told," Bobby replied.

"What you need is to get out more. Meet people. The school has lots of clubs, and dances, and sports. Hell, even the chess club is more exciting than spending all day on a computer."

"I know you're right. I only have a few friends in my dorm, and don't visit as much as I should."

"So, let's do something about it," Tucker said. "Let's show everyone you have a sense of adventure. The spirit to branch out. The desire to be one of us."

"How would I do that?" Bobby asked.

"We'll go on a streak. When everyone hears about it, they'll want to meet you. Ask questions. Especially the girls. It will give you a chance to open up."

"A streak? You mean--"

"I mean naked. We'll strip off our clothes, take a lap through the dorm, and have a discreet photo taken. We do it here in Blue Dorm all the time."

"Naked?" Bobby mumbled.

"Haven't you ever been naked before?"

"In the shower."

Tucker laughed. "You really do need to get out more. Now what do you think? We'll do it together. Be a team."

"When would this happen?"

"Here. Right now," he answered. "We'll run down the hall to the north stairwell, go up to the 3rd floor, streak across to the south stairwell, and comeback down. It won't take more than four minutes."

"I don't know. It's not--"

"Bob, you need to do this. You're in college now. It's time to step up," Tucker insisted.

"Alright, but I don't want a full photo of my ... you know."

"My friend Sam has it under control. When we're coming down the hall for the final stretch, he'll signal. We'll cover our junk with our hands and smile. Your dick isn't so big that your hands won't cover it, is it?"

"No, not that big," Bobby confessed.

"Then there's no problem. Let's do this."

Tucker jumped up and went to the door, stripping without a second thought. He was just over six feet tall with dirty blond hair and broad shoulders. Bobby was sure he never had trouble getting women into bed. Bobby hadn't even managed to do that once yet. He slowly followed, removing his clothes with greater reluctance. At 5'9 and 140 pounds, he was slender without being skinny. He kept promising himself to jog more often and maybe get a suntan. Spring would be a good time to change his insular ways.

"See, this isn't so hard," Tucker said once both of them were nude. Unlike Bobby, he displayed no self-consciousness. He opened the door. A thick, red-bearded fellow was waiting for them in the hall. He was holding two bathrobes and his phone.

"This is Sam McIntosh," Tucker introduced. "He'll have the robes ready for us when we come back. Sam, this is Bob Richards, the computer guy everyone talks about."

"Good to meet you, Bob," Sam said, shaking hands. Bobby had never shaken another man's hand while naked before, using the other hand to cover himself. "I'll give the signal when it's time for the photo. Don't worry, I've done this before. Remember, if someone sees you, just keep running. You'll be past them so fast they won't know who it was."

"Even if they recognize you, it's not like anyone really cares," Tucker added. "We'll laugh about it over drinks."

"It doesn't seem too bad," Bobby agreed.

They stepped out into the hall. Bobby immediately noticed the extra air blowing between his bare legs. The corridor was empty, giving the youngster some reassurance. Tucker pointed the way.

"Okay, here we go," Tucker said, charging off. Bobby was right behind him, feeling scared and excited. And a little turned on, never having imagined being so daring. Tucker is right, he thought. This is fun. Just like the exhibitionist videos he watched online.

A door opened and a pretty blonde co-ed started to walk out, only to be startled. She jumped back as the two men approached.

"Hey, Jenny," Tucker said, giving her a nod. Bobby kept his head down, saying nothing.

They reached the end of the hall in no time. Tucker pushed on the stairwell fire door, holding it open and indicating the stairs to the 3rd floor. Bobby charged past him and started up, reaching the first landing. And then he realized Tucker hadn't followed him. He looked back, seeing Tucker still in the hall, a hand keeping the door open. He was grinning in a particularly evil way. Sam came up behind him, handing Tucker a robe, which he put on. They both raised their phones, taking pictures of Bobby standing naked on the stairs. Then Tucker pulled the door closed with a smirk.

"No, no," Bobby said, rushing back down. He pulled on the lever but the door wouldn't budge. It was locked.

"Tucker? Tucker? Mr. Jons! Are you there?" Bobby called.

"I'm here, kid, but I'm not opening this door," Tucker's muffled voice replied. "And don't bother coming back to my dorm room, that door will be locked, too."

"I need to open this door," Bobby pleaded, tugging on it again.

"Not much luck there, kid. Read the sign," Tucker advised.

Bobby saw a poster on the wall. It read that as a security precaution, the fire doors could only be opened from the inside during an emergency. Evacuees needed to exit through the 1st floor lobby.

"I can't do that. I'm naked," Bobby protested. "What do you want?"

"I've already got what I want. I suggest you go back to your own dorm as fast as you can."

"It's on the other side of campus," Bobby complained.

"Believe me, I know that. Good luck, you better hurry."

Bobby could sense that Tucker was gone. He looked around the plain concrete stairwell, knowing there was nothing he could use to cover his nakedness. Shamed to have been tricked so badly, he felt like crying, but it wouldn't solve anything. He started down, wondering how in the world he'd get back to his own dorm. It would prove far more difficult than he imagined.

At the bottom of the stairwell, there was a dimly lit corridor. Several doors indicated a janitor's closet and possibly an electrical room, but they were locked. He reached the exit to the marble lobby, peeking out. Wide glass doors opening to the quad were to the left. Elevators and a staircase were to his right. There were a few students sitting on benches, possibly discussing homework or evening plans. He started to move forward, but then drew back. People were coming.

"He should be here somewhere," a young woman said.

"Really? A streaker in our building?" a young man asked. "And he's naked?"

"Completely naked. Tucker is texting everybody. I'm sure it's all over the school by now," she answered.

Bobby saw half a dozen people emerging from the elevator, glancing around. Looking for him. More were coming down the stairs. It wouldn't take them long to find him in the access corridor. What to do? Backtracking wouldn't help, the doors were sealed. The only way was forward. Into the growing crowd. He took a deep breath and stepped out, startling everyone.

"Please help me. Tucker took my clothes," he said, hands over his crotch. "Can someone please give me something to wear?"

His audience laughed and raised their phones, taking photo after photo. Not one person volunteered anything. Bobby realized they weren't going to. It was all part of the joke. He took off, running for the front door and out into the sunshine.

The large central quad was surrounded by old brick buildings. The library. Administration. The student union. In the center was a flagpole and a bronze statue of the college's patron, the French fur trader Merced DeLeon. The twenty or thirty students milling around the plaza didn't pay attention at first. That didn't last.

To Bobby's horror, a boisterous horde burst from the dorm, following him down the steps. Several were yelling, "Look! He's naked! He's naked!"

Dozens of students turned to stare. Many stood up for a better view. He recognized several fellow classmates. Bobby had never felt so humiliated, running bare ass as if his life depended on it. He dashed into the broad stone plaza under a bright afternoon sun, weaved around the flagpole, and headed for the far side, trying to cover himself as he ran.

Shocked faces turned to look. Many of the students started to pursue, finding it an exciting game. Bobby couldn't tell how many were chasing him, but it sounded like a hundred. He was forced to run past the cafeteria where dozens of students were loitering on the outdoor patio. They were astounded, a few spilling their drinks, and then they were grinning. Half of the diners leaped from their chairs to join the procession.

Needing to catch his breath, Bobby ducked into the shadows behind the fine arts building, watching several dozen tittering men and women run by. Other groups were fanning out, searching the parking lots and buildings. He didn't know what they planned to do if they caught him and had no intention of finding out. Once the eager mob had passed, he stepped out to backtrack in the other direction, only to see more coming. A lot more.

Fuck! he thought. There was no place to go but the campus theater. Had he been spotted? He hoped not.

The back door wasn't locked, and there were no plays scheduled for the day. Bobby discovered that not every student on campus was chasing him. A score of dedicated actors were rehearsing a play. A Midsummer's Night's Dream, by the looks of it. He had no intention of being a naked Puck. Bobby ducked low, running behind the curtains, until the grizzled old theater manager noticed him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he called out. "And why the hell are you naked?"

Bobby saw a purple silk robe hanging over a chair and thankfully grabbed it. The relief barely lasted a second before the theater manager tore it off him.

"Get out of here, you shameless thief," he said, pointing to the exit.

"I need something to wear," Bobby begged.

"You should have thought of that before trying to steal our props," the man answered.

Knowing he didn't have much time, Bobby walked across the stage looking for a way out, bringing the rehearsal to a halt.

"What the ...?" someone blurted.

"Is that guy nude?" a woman asked.

"I don't think this is in the script," another woman said, flipping through the pages.

"I didn't know this version was X-rated," her companion grunted. "Are we all supposed to take off our clothes?"

"Let's stop him and ask," the first woman said, reaching for Bobby's arm. He paused for the briefest moment, standing on a theater stage totally naked with a dozen fully dressed actors. He could imagine the audience in their seats, mocking him and applauding the performance. It was surreal, but he had no time to waste.

Avoiding her grasp, Bobby stumbled as he jumped off the apron into the orchestra pit. The surprised actors laughed. He noticed they were checking their phones, probably finding Tucker's messages. He fled up the center aisle and out through the entrance hall as fast as he could.

The circuitous route through the theater seemed to have temporarily worked. For the moment, he didn't see any pursuit. He made a beeline for the dorms.

Though three of the campus dorms were co-ed, there was one exclusively female residence, and he needed to pass it before reaching Red Dorm. The women were already alerted that he was coming by a constant string of text messages from Tucker, standing on their porch aiming their cameras. Some were on the sidewalk, others sitting on the grass. It was an event. Bobby had to streak right through them, feeling them slapping his ass. Some grabbed for other parts. They giggled and made snide remarks. He had to keep going, ignoring the whistles and jeers. The mocking was relentless. His dorm loomed ahead. Just a few more minutes and he'd be safe.

There was a crowd waiting for him outside Red Dorm, too. Thirty or forty residents. Most were taking photos. Some blocked his path, making him push through them. He heard remarks.

"Nice pecker, Bobby."

"Lose something?"

"In a hurry? Can't even stay around to chat?"

The front door was up a short flight of wooden steps. Bobby saw his friends Tom and Julie on the veranda waiting for him, both with excited smiles.

"Never seen you run around naked before," Tom said with a grin.

"Not my idea," Bobby answered, out of breath.

"You should try it more often," Julie suggested. "Maybe this can become a regular thing?"

"Maybe not," Bobby replied, disappointed that neither had offered to help him. He pulled on the door handles. They wouldn't open. He looked through the glass panels to see two acquaintances, Brad and Amanda, on the inside holding the doors closed. They were laughing at him. Bobby glanced back to see the mob coming down the street. He didn't count, but it looked like there were hundreds of them. They were rowdy and looking for mean fun.

"Open the door!" he begged, pounding it. "Please, please, open the door!"

"They think this will be a good experience for you," Julie said. "You're always so shy."

"Living your life in front of a computer isn't good for you," Tom lectured. "You need to get out more."

"I don't need to be out naked!" Bobby shouted.

"Watch out, your fan club is almost here," Tom warned.

Bobby jumped off the porch to run around the side of the dorm. There were trees and bushes to obscure his trail. Spring flowers were coming up. Pine needles hurt his bare feet, but he couldn't afford to slow down. He snaked back and forth along a path that wasn't really a path until he reached the dorm's back door, yanking on the knob. Of course, it was locked, too.

What to do? He saw the parking lot. Beyond that was a hill and a practice field used for football and track. It was too crowded, and there would be no place to hide. In the other direction was the gymnasium, an unlikely place for a naked computer geek to win new friends. He continued around to the other side of the dorm, finding a small glen filled with gardens. Maybe he could still reach his room. Were there any open windows? No. Was there someplace to conceal himself? Maybe.

The street ahead of him was now packed with eager searchers, making it a party. He heard laughing, and threats to tie the streaker to the flagpole for the rest of the day. He couldn't go forward, and within minutes, the pursuit would catch up. Desperate, Bobby noticed a tiny wooden shed used for storing potting soil. The roof was so low he could barely crawl in, but it was surrounded by thick grass and stacks of fertilizer. And the shed looked too small for anyone to seriously consider as a hiding place. He pulled the door closed and laid down, trying not to make any noise.

There were footsteps, rustling among the bushes, and voices. Some were very close. Hovering right over him. Bobby held his breath, shaking.

"Where did he go?" someone asked.

"The parking lot?"

"No, he must be over there. In the women's dorm."

"Why would he hide there?"

"They probably didn't lock their doors like Tucker told them to."

"Let's search every room. Maybe he's hiding in their underwear," an eager young man said. They laughed.

After a time, the sounds moved on. Bobby hesitantly breathed a sigh of relief. His sweaty body was lying in dirt, mulch sticking to his skin. Bugs were crawling on him. The fertilizer had a strong smell. He tried to control the trembling. How long should he stay there? Quite a while, he decided. They weren't going to give up easily.

It was about an hour later, just before sunset, that he heard a disturbing noise. Someone was walking in his direction. A large man. He held his breath, staying motionless. There was a scraping on the shed door, and then a 'click' sound.

"How are you doing in there, buddy?" Tucker whispered. "In case you're wondering, I just put a padlock on the door."

Oh, God, Bobby thought. Could this get any worse?

"I had cameras outside your dorm, knowing you'd head this way. When you ran around the edge of the building and didn't come out the other side, I knew you'd be in here somewhere. For now, it's our little secret."

"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" Bobby asked.

"You? You've never done anything to me. This isn't personal," Tucker answered. "Every year, there is a contest for the best April Fool's prank. I want to win. And what better way than to trick the school's most notorious computer nerd into getting naked and chased across campus? Everyone is talking about it. Most are sending me your videos for my presentation."

"What do you win?" Bobby questioned.

"At the lunch assembly tomorrow, in the quad, I'll get a paper crown."

Bobby restrained himself, not wanting to use bad language.

"What is going to happen next?" he whimpered.

"In the morning, I'll announce that I've found you. I'll let you out before a big crowd to prove how successful my prank was. We'll march you into the quad on the end of a leash for my grand ceremony." Bobby could hear Tucker chuckling.

"Please don't walk me out there naked. It's too humiliating," he pleaded.

"Lighten up. You're in college now. These things happen. And now you'll be famous. Girls will want to date you. Clubs will ask you to join."

"You don't really believe that, do you? I'll be mocked and ridiculed forever."

"Yeah, that might happen, too," he admitted. "C'est la vie. See you in the morning."

Tucker happily tapped his hand on the roof and disappeared. Bobby tested the door, discovering it wouldn't open. He put his head down in despair, wanting to cry. Why hadn't his so-called friends opened the damn door when they had the chance? The more he thought about it, the madder he got. And by the time the sun set, he was ready to do something.

The shed held tools. He found a trowel and started digging, getting underneath several of the old timber slats. Then he pulled and pushed the planks until enough came free to crawl out. So much for Tucker's morning triumph. He considered trying to sneak into his dorm, but didn't know if he could trust anyone there. And then he remembered something Tucker had said about his plans for winning the contest. Bobby had an idea.

It was dark now, the hue and cry having subsided. Bobby went along the backside of the dorms, crept through the quiet quad, and stood under Tucker's window at Blue Dorm. It was still open. He climbed a tree to look inside, hanging naked in the branches like a monkey.

There they were. Tucker and Sam were sitting at the computer station editing videos of the prank, their own cameras and footage submitted by dozens of fans. The images showed Tucker convincing Bobby to strip. Followed him as he cluelessly streak down the hall. Tucker shutting the fire door behind him with a victorious smirk. Bobby begging for help in the dorm lobby as everyone laughed at him, and being chased naked across campus, his pink ass wiggling for all to see. There was even a photo of the shed where Bobby was going to be found cowering in the morning. The guys were preparing a video presentation of compiled clips, and even testimony to their own cleverness. They were drinking, and laughing, and immensely enjoying themselves.

Bobby waited, studying the wooded park for what he needed. There was repair equipment, and supplies for painting the stucco walls. When his foes took a break for dinner, he made his move. Using a maintenance ladder, Bobby climbed up to the 2nd floor window and crawled inside. His clothes lay on the floor, and he was tempted to get dressed. But he couldn't. That would ruin the plan. He spent the next forty minutes at Tucker's computer, making a presentation of his own, and snuck out just as they were returning.

It was midnight when Bobby finally returned to Red Dorm, now wearing two black trash bags for clothes. The doors were no longer locked. Julie and Tom were waiting for him in the lobby.

"Bob, we're sorry. Really sorry," Julie said. "We just got caught up in the excitement."

"We didn't know that Tucker planned on tying you to the flagpole," Tom explained.

"Would it have made a difference if you did?" Bobby asked, not impressed with their belated apology.

"Look, we know it was tough, but it's not like anyone got hurt or anything," Tom answered. "We knew you were embarrassed, but naked photos aren't the end of the world."

"Are you going to look at them when they are posted tomorrow?" Bobby inquired.

"Not if it will offend you," Julie assured him, reaching for his hand. Bobby was tempted to pull back, but he'd always liked Julie. He should have at least one friend.

"I hope you don't look at them," Bobby said, starting for his room.

"Oh, Bob, wait a minute," Tom said, handing him a grocery bag. "Tucker returned your clothes. And phone. Keys and stuff. He didn't want to be accused of theft."

"How nice of him," Bobby said, going up the stairs.

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The next day, a huge crowd gathered in the central quad. A stage had been erected. Banners were flying celebrating the April Fool's pranks. There were many contestants, but few thought anyone but Tucker had a chance. One by one, various young men and women went up to explain their pranks, getting many laughs.

Marcia Marlboro spoke of gluing her best friend's clothes to a restaurant chair, making her strip to get free. All recorded on her phone.

Jason Landsdale convinced two friends to drive to the supermarket naked, and then locked them out of the car, making them walk home without clothes.

Judy Summers tricked the women's lacrosse team into posing nude for a "tasteful" charity calendar, only to have the photoshoot livestreamed on the internet.

Martin Bleakerman stole his fraternity brothers' swimsuits while they were drying off following a fundraising carwash, leaving them with nothing but towels to wear in front of a giggling sorority house.

Bobby was in the audience listening to the various stories, fully dressed. Tucker was disappointed that his prey had escaped, but it didn't dampen the festivities. It became Tucker's turn.

"Friends!" he announced. "There are few occasions in the history of our school where a prank has been so flawlessly executed as mine. I bear no malice to Bobby Richards. We rarely bear malice to any of our prank victims. It's all in good fun. I ask you now to use your phones and laptops to access my glorious presentation. It will show you the planning that setup this April Fool's adventure, and its ultimate success."

Several thousand students, those in the crowd and others watching from remote locations, accessed Tucker's website. The video started with Tucker inviting Bobby to his room, convincing him to streak, and running down the hall as naked as the day he was born. It created uproarious laughter to see someone so gullible falling for such a sinister trick. The look on Bobby's face, standing nude in the stairwell when he realized he'd been pranked was priceless. The presentation ran for ten minutes, drawing more and more in. And then it stopped.

"What happened?" someone said.

"Where did the video go?" another asked.

Tucker was looking at his tablet on stage, wondering the same question. And then there were more voices.

"Hey, what happened to all of my photos?" a frightened woman moaned.

"My photos are gone, too. All of them. Even my videos. What is this?" a man said, shaking his phone.

Word spread through the crowd. One by one, they discovered that all of their photos had been erased, not just from their phones, but from their clouds, too. And then a pirate face appeared, cackling with mocking glee. A skull and crossbones. And a dire message: you have encountered a Trojan horse brought to you by your friend, Tucker Jons. Ha, ha.

"Goddamn it, Tucker! What have you done to us?" an angry man yelled.

"You fucking asshole! Those were years of photos! Years and years," a distraught woman cried. She was in tears, and she wasn't the only one.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You bastard! How could you do that?" another screamed.

"No, no, you don't understand," Tucker pleaded, hands up. His eyes were frantic. His friends took a worried look at each other and quickly disappeared. Sam was the first to leave.

"Come on everybody, let's get the goddamn son of a bitch!" a furious man shouted, waving a fist. The bloodthirsty crowd surged forward. Tucker looked around in panic, jumped off the back of the stage, and ran for his life as hundreds followed.

Bobby walked back to his dorm room with a smile, enjoying the blue day. He knew the lost photos weren't gone forever. They were backed up, but there was no reason to mention that now. He sent Tucker a brief text; "Hey, buddy. April Fool's."

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Author's note: I don't really know how the Literotica contest is supposed to work, but a grateful thank you to any reader who enjoyed this story.