Middleberry Middle School, Boy’s Nude Day 1

By Zyngaru
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Copyright 2022 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved

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Middleberry Middle School, Boy’s Nude Day - Chapter 1
by Zyngaru

“Good morning students.  Welcome back to a new year of learning.  I hope everyone had a wonderful summer and are now prepared to apply yourselves to your studies.”

This is our first day back to school and most of us are excited to be back, but at the same time us boys are a little anxious.  I love school and I love learning new things, so school has always been a very special place for me.  I’m thirteen-year-old, Jackson Brown.  I’m in eighth grade this year.  This is the best ever year for kids in Middle School because we’re at the top of the food chain.  What makes me and the rest of the boys anxious are the rumors of some new laws the State Legislature past and the new policies our School Board enacted in compliance with the new State Laws.

“As you may have heard, our State Legislature passed School Bill 107.  In that bill there are some of the usual changes concerning class times and the number of days students have to be present in school.  Also in that bill is a provision to help encourage boys to be less aggressive.  This bill singles out the middle school years, as the years boys are the most aggressive and tackles those concerns.”

I really don’t see how they can say that.  I’m not aggressive at all.  Actually, I’m shy, timid and extremely modest. Which is the exact opposite of being aggressive.

“Our School Board met and after weeks of consultation, investigation and debate, with educators, social workers and parents, they came up with a new policy which this school and all other Middle Schools in our county will implement beginning today.  This new policy is called, Boy’s Nude Day.”

The entire auditorium erupts into chaos.  You even mention nude or naked around eleven, twelve and thirteen-year-olds and you’re going to have chaos.  As for myself, I don’t like how this sounds.  Maybe our anxiousness over the last month about returning to school is founded after all.

It takes quite a while to get us, students, to calm down.  Once silence has returned, our Principal, Mrs. Sanders, continues.

“Now students.  I need everyone to stay calm.  I know this is going to be exciting to all of you in different ways, but we need order, so I can detail this new program out for you.  So, will you stay calm as I explain how Boy’s Nude Day works.”

“Yes, Mrs. Sanders.”  We reply in unison.

“Thank You.  As you know, there are one hundred and eighty school days.  We have one hundred and seventy-five, sixth grade boys.  We have one hundred and seventy-one, seventh grade boys.  Lastly, we have one hundred and sixty-nine, eighth grade boys.  That means we can select one boy from each grade to participate in the program daily, with a few extra days for boys who skip or get in trouble during the year to serve a second day.  That should encourage all of you to make sure to come to school and be on your very best behavior, unless you wish to go nude more than one day.”

She said it again.  The gasp and inhalation of air is audible when she said, “Nude.”  More than one day?  What’s that mean?  I hope it’s not what all of us are thinking right now.

“As you can see.  I have three large containers up here beside me.  One for each grade.  Every boy’s name is in one of these containers.  Each morning during home room, I will draw a name out of each container and announce it over the P.A. system during morning announcements.  Boys, listen carefully.  When your name is called, you are to strip naked and give your clothes to your home room teacher.  At the end of the day, you can collect your clothes from the office.”

Chaos erupts again.  Girls are cheering and boys are shouting all kinds of vulgar things.  Mostly that they won’t comply, using flowery language that would get our butts spanked at home.  It takes even longer to quiet everyone down this time, now that we know they want us to go naked in school.  Of course we are yelling and being aggressive.  Yep.  That word.  But it’s them that are making us act aggressive.  Of course, we don’t want to be naked in school.  Who would?  Honestly.  Who in their right mind wants to be naked and let all the other kids see them naked?  No one.  Especially not me.  I’ve been super shy about anyone seeing my body, since puberty started when I was eleven.  I don’t even shower after PE.  I’m supposed to, but I don’t.  I sneak and change my clothes and get out of the locker room before anyone realizes I’m not taking showers.  I’ve managed to do this for my previous two years and I expect to do it this year also.  Now, I’m not so sure.

“Now see.  Look around you.  See how aggressive the boys are being.  It’s for this very reason, that the Boy’s Nude Day was enacted.  I heard many voices threatening not to comply with this new policy.  Home room teachers, if a boy in your home room refuses to remove his clothing, you’re authorized to let the girls remove his clothing for him.  Then let us know at the office when you bring his clothing and we will schedule him for a second day of being nude.  He will continue to have nude days until he’s willing to comply with the law.”

“Boys, I hope you heard that and understand, this is not optional.  This is the law.  You will obey or your one nude day will turn into many.”

“Since with all the interruptions, this has taken longer than expected; instead of returning to home room for the drawing, we will draw the first three boys right here and they can strip naked up here on stage.  Mrs. Congers, please select five girls to come up here on stage in case any of these boys refuse to obey the law.”

Instantly every girl in the auditorium raises their hand and starts shouting to be selected.  Mrs. Congers, who is my history teacher, selects Mary Harland, Joyce Kincaid, Darla Franklin, Lannete Williams, and Louisa Tanner, all eighth grade girls that I share classes with.  Every one of them would jump at the chance to strip whatever boy is up there on stage.  I just hope and pray it isn’t me, because, I know I can’t strip off my clothes in front of all these kids, which would mean that I would be further embarrassed by being stripped by these girls.

“Thank you girls for volunteering.  Let’s hope you won’t be needed this morning.”

I can see the disappointment in every girls face.  They so want to be needed.  They want to strip a boy if not all three boys.

“Okay, lets get this over with, because the bell for first period is about to ring.  The boy from the sixth grade is Billy Rector.  Come up here on stage Billy.”

Now everyone knows Billy.  He’s a quiet, rule following, eleven-year-old.  Boys that follow all the rules are always well known because basically they are teachers pets.  Now even Billy looks forlorn as he makes his way up on stage.  His head is down and he seems to be mumbling to himself.  I assume he is trying to talk himself into humiliating himself in front of the entire school.  Being the very first is the worst of all.

“Billy.  Today is your day.  Remove your clothing and then go and sit back down with the other students.”

At first it looks as though Billy is going to balk.  He looks at Mrs. Sanders and then out at all of us and then back at the girls who are ready to pounce on him.  He inhales deeply.  So deeply we can hear it in the back of the auditorium.

“Yes. Ma’am.”

Billy kicks his sneakers off and reaches down to remove his socks.  None of us in the auditorium can believe this is really happening.  Billy pulls his tee shirt up and over his head and drops it with his sneakers and socks.  Billy is exposing his hairless chest to all of us.  No muscles to speak off.  Tiny nipples.  He’s so skinny even I can count his ribs from the back of the auditorium.  Now, we are down to the nitty gritty.  Billy isn’t wearing a belt, so he unfastens his shorts and lowers the zipper before closing his eyes, to let his shorts drop to the floor where he steps out of them.  He’s standing on stage wearing nothing but his Superman briefs.  Standing there in nothing but his underpants, he looks so small.  He doesn’t look any older than my eight-year-old brother.  Then I think.  Maybe this isn’t as bad for him, since he still looks so young. My little brother runs around in his briefs and sometimes even nakers and doesn’t think twice about it.  Heck, he even lets me come in and wash his hair and back, when he’s totally naked in the tub.  So, maybe this isn’t as hard on Billy as it would be an older boy.

But then I look up at his face and I know beyond a doubt this is difficult for him.  His face is scarlet red and he’s looking around nervously hoping for someone to tell him he can keep his underpants on, but no one does.  We all watch with anticipation as he slowly puts his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and even moving slower, he pushes his briefs down past his penis and butt before letting them drop to the floor. Leaving him stark ass naked in front of all of us. 

Now, no sooner than his briefs hit the floor, Billy covers-up his boy parts, with both hands.

“None of that young man.  Boys are not allowed to cover their genitals during Boy’s Nude Day.  So, put your hands down by your side, like a good boy.”

When Billy moves his hands away it’s obvious he hasn’t started puberty yet.  He’s as bald as a baby and his pecker isn’t much bigger than a babies.  I would guess that it’s maybe a half inch long. 

“Billy, I want to congratulate you on being so brave.  You make a great example for all the other  boys who will follow you. You may now return to your seat in the auditorium.”

We all watch as Billy hesitantly walks off stage to join us.  This has got to be worse than even stripping naked.  Now he has to be up close and personal with everyone, while being naked.  I can tell by the way he jumps that girls are touching his penis as he walks past them.  I can only imagine his embarrassment.  Hopefully this hasn’t caused him to get a boner.  That would just intensify his humiliation.

“I want it understood.  You can look at Billy.  You can even feel his penis if you want.  But you better not hurt him in any way.  The consequences will be more than you can imagine.  Girls, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That was mighty weak.  Do you understand?  If you squeeze Billy or any other boy’s boy parts and hurt them in any way, you will find yourself wishing you had clothes of your own to cover your body.  Is that clear enough for you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

This time they answer loudly.  Now, would Mrs. Sanders actually make a girl go naked?  I doubt it.  But the threat is there and would any girl chance it?  I don’t know.  I’m not a girl.

“Now for our seventh grade boy.  Kevin Young.  Please come up here on stage.”

No one stands up, so everyone is looking around to find him.

“Mr. Young.  Please stand and come up here.”

Still there’s no movement.

“Students, do any of you see Kevin Young?”

Hands immediately go up close to the front.  Two teachers approach and verify that Kevin is sitting in the middle of row ten.
“Kevin.  Stop stalling and get up here.”

“There ain’t no way in hell I’m going up there.  You ain’t making me go naked.  No way.”

“Would two strong boys escort Kevin up here on stage, please.”

Two football players stand up and push down the row towards Kevin.  I recognize both as eighth graders, Tony Caputo and Jessie Johnson.  They grab him by his arms, lift him to his feet, and half drag and half frog walk him up onto the stage.

“Thank you gentlemen for your assistance.  You may return to your seats.  Girls, will you come and circle behind Kevin, in case he tries to bolt.”

The girls actually run up behind Kevin. They form a semi-circle behind him.  Their eyes are gleaming with anticipation.

“Kevin, you are the first seventh grader selected to participate in Boy’s Nude Day. I have to say, you are showing a very poor attitude.  Because of your defiance, you have already earned a second nude day.”

“Give me a week.  Give me a month.  I don’t care because I ain’t doing it and you can’t make me.  I know my rights.  My dad’s a lawyer.  He’s going to sue all of you.”

“If we had the time, I would let you consult with your father, because he would advise his client to acquiesce to this law.  Unfortunately, we don’t have the time, so I will give you one last chance to remove your clothing, on your own volition.”

“Not happening.  And if you try to force me, you’ll all be in court and lose your jobs.  My dad is a very good lawyer.”

Now, from what I’m hearing around me, this Kevin kid is a real snob.  He thinks he’s way better than everyone else.  Everyone seems to be hoping he won’t strip, so he can be forcibly stripped.  They think he deserves it.  It looks like they may get their wish, because Kevin is digging in and getting more defiant by the minute.

“Okay girls.  He’s all yours.”

“Wait.  You can’t do this.  I have rights.”

The girls ignore Kevin and begin stripping him naked.  They actually pick him clear up off the floor and are pulling at his clothing from all directions.  His shoes and socks go in one direction.  His shirt goes in another direction.  His jeans and Spongebob boxer-briefs come down together and in a split moment in time, Kevin goes from a fully clothed twelve-year-old, seventh grader, to a now totally naked crying little boy.  The girls stand him up still holding onto his wrists so he can’t cover up the three inch boner he’s sporting.  It’s hard to see, from the back of the auditorium but I think he has a very sparse mustache of hairs at the base of his boner.  I’m not sure what his emotions are right now.  Whether its all anger or if some embarrassment and humiliation is mixed in.  I know if it were me standing there with my boner sticking out, I would be totally humiliated.

‘Ladies if you will, escort Kevin over on that side of the stage and hold him there.  Since he wants to put on a show, he might as well stay on stage, so everyone can see just how much of a brat he is.  Feel free to explore his body while you have hold of him.”

Poor Kevin doesn’t get to go sit down.  Nope.  He has to remain on display.  I bet Principal Sanders is doing that as a warning to any other boy that defies the stripping order.  We all can see the girls having fun touching him.  Every time they touch his boner he jumps.  It looks like he’s in for a really bad day.

“I’m really sorry that you all had to see that.  Kevin asked for it, so he will be going nude all week. Hopefully that will work that aggression out of him.  If not maybe a second week will be needed.  Now, we must move on to our eighth grade boy.”

Okay, I’m as close to actually praying as I’ve been in a long time.  I’m pleading with whoever might be listening, that my name isn’t called.  I know if I have to go up there on stage, I’ll act worse than Kevin.  There’s no way I want anyone seeing me naked.  I look around and many other eighth grade boys are really praying.  I see boy after boy make the sign of the cross.  They must be Catholics.

“Our eighth grade boy is Anthony Caputo.  Will you please make your way up on stage.”

It’s Tony.  The linebacker from our football team, that helped escort Kevin on stage.  I see him stand up and make his way up to the stage.

“Ah.  Tony.  Thanks again for helping with Kevin.  I sure hope we won’t have that kind of trouble from you?”

“Oh!  No!  Mrs. Sanders.  I’m happy to show off my man-sized body.  Just give me the word.”

“Tony.  Remove your clothes for us, please and be the first eighth grader to participate in Boy’s Nude Day.”

Obviously Tony isn’t bashful in the least.  He kicks his sneakers off, as he unfastens his jeans and then down they go along with his boxers, revealing his massive boy parts.  Off goes his tee shirt revealing muscles on top of muscles.  Last but not least, he bends over and removes his socks.  Tony stands on stage totally naked with a huge smile on his face and why not.  Tony’s dick is like four inches long and as thick as a toilet paper roll.  This is when it’s soft.  No telling what it is going to look like boned-up.  I’m sure some people are going to see it boned, during the school day.  He has a massive black bush above his dick with a love trail up to his belly button.  His balls are the size of a golf ball.  He’s massive.  How can he only be thirteen? 
He continues to just stand there with the biggest grin on his face, as if he wants to show-off his body.  Well, maybe he does.  I mean, to be thirteen-years-old and have the body of a man, why wouldn’t you want to show it off.  No.  Even if I had that body, instead of the one I have, I still wouldn’t want anyone seeing it.

The bell rings.

“Okay, everyone to first period.  Girls will you escort Kevin to first period, please?  His teacher will take over from there.”

I watch transfixed as the girls escort Kevin up the aisle past me and every girl he passes pulls on his boner making it bounce and hit him in the belly.  He’s never going to go soft if girls keep that up.  Later, when I finally get out of the auditorium, Kevin passes me in the hall with his escort, he’s still sporting a full on boner which is garnering much interest.  I see many girls and a few boys touch it as he’s dragged along. 

I notice little Billy walking towards me and he doesn’t have much of an entourage around him.  I only see two boys his age, which I would think are his friends.  I’m guessing girls don’t find him interesting since he looks just like their little brothers.  I have to talk to him as he walks past me.  I just have too.

“Hey Billy.  You sure were brave up there.  I don’t think I could do what you did.”

“Thanks.  But it’s not bravery.  I just knew I didn’t have a choice.  If I refused then I would have been like Kevin.  I didn’t want that.”

“You looked brave to me.  You were the very first.  That takes courage being the first at anything.”

“Thanks.  I got to get to class.”

“Me too.  I hope people don’t give you too hard of a time.”

“I hope so too.”

Even though we’re in the same school, I don’t see any of the naked boys for the rest of the day.  It’s a big school after all.

Fortunately for me, I dodged a bullet today, but there’s tomorrow and the next day.  One of these days, it is going to be me naked.  How am I going to handle that?  I have no idea.  Just the idea of it scares the crap out of me.

Epilog:

Lots more days to come.  Let me know what kind of boys you want to see have their Boy’s Nude Day.  Mine will be last.  Once I have reported on all your dream boys, then I will close this series with myself having to strip nude and survive a day in school naked.  So if you want to see the boy of your dreams get his day, let me know his age, grade and what you want from him.  Compliant or defiant.  Like Billy just go with it and hope it ends fast or are you more into boys being teased, embarrassed, humiliated, whatever.  Provide what you want him to go through and see it happen for yourself.  Let me know if you just want to see the stripping or want to follow your boy all day through his classes.  This is your series.  You get to make the decisions.  Up to a point of course. 

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