By Zyngaru
zyngaru@ml1.net
Copyright 2022 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved
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especially those that suggested boys for Boy’s Nude Day. All three new
boys in this chapter are boys that a reader sent in to me. The reason
I am offering readers the opportunity to send in their own boy
characters is so this school has diversity of students. Each reader is
unique in their hopes, desires and dreams, which you can bring to this
story through your creation of a boy to participate in Boy’s Nude Day.
As for privacy. No reader identity will be divulged, without
permission.
Middleberry Middle School, Boy’s Nude Day - Chapter 2
by Zyngaru
“Good morning students. We’ve had very successful Boy’s Nude Days all
week and I anticipate that just because this is Friday, it will be just
as much fun for everyone. Kevin Young is already nude, since he
stopped by the office first thing this morning and stripped off his
clothing. He so wants to enjoy a full nude day with his fellow
students, who will I’m sure help him out with controlling his
aggression by teasing and humiliating him all day.”
Of
course Mrs. Sander’s sarcasm isn’t wasted on any of us students. We
all saw Kevin throw a tantrum on stage, when it came time for him to
strip naked and the girls had to step up and strip him. They even had
to escort him through the halls to class. I’m guessing today will
probably be much of the same. Kevin is going to fight this tooth and
nail, but of course he can’t win. He’s going to be naked and he’s
going to display his nakedness to all of us.
“Now if every one
is ready for today’s drawing, here we go. The boy selected for the
sixth grade is Kevin Spencer. The boy selected for the seventh grade
is, well, actually two boys, who are part of a University Research
Project, so they will participate in Boy’s Nude Day together. They are
Jack and Johnny Brent. Lastly, the boy selected for the eighth grade
is Edward Warner. Now, be good boys and remove your clothing and enjoy
your Boy’s Nude Day. Everyone else, have a fun day teasing, ridiculing
and humiliating these boys. Remember our goal is to drive out all
their aggressive tendencies, so each one of you please do your part to
help these boys. End of announcements.”
Sixth Grade.
Last Monday, I, like all the other kids, and especially the boys, were
shocked at the announcement during assembly that each of us boys would
have to spend a day at school naked. None of us could understand how
any of this could be happening. I was sitting among a small group of
fellow sixth graders. Having been held back a year due to my
immaturity, I’m a year older than most of my fellow sixth graders. I’m
already 12. This is why some of the younger and smaller boys hang
close to me, thinking that I’ll protect them from some of the more
aggressive boys in our grade. One such boy is Billy Rector. He was
sitting right next to me when Mrs. Sanders called his name as the first
boy selected for Boy’s Nude Day, he turned to me and asked for help,
because he was really scared. I assured him to just do whatever they
tell him to do and I’ll be there for him all day.
I was
totally gobsmacked when he had to strip naked right there on stage in
front of everyone. At the same time, I just couldn’t take my eyes off
his nudity. Then he came back to sit right next to me. He was
completely naked and sitting next to me with everything showing. When
assembly was over, I walked the halls with him to our next class.
Billy and I share three classes together. One of them being gym. It
was awesome playing basketball on the skins team with Billy. The more
I was around him, the more an urge inside me wanted to be Billy. For a
short couple of minutes in the showers after Gym, we were both naked
together, and then I had to get dressed, where Billy got to stay
naked. Watching him leave the locker room and walk naked in one
direction, while I walked in the opposite direction, was torture for me.
By Thursday, after seeing boy after boy go naked in school, I made up
my mind. I wanted to be the next sixth grade boy naked at school. But
how? Mrs. Sanders explained the drawings were random, done each
morning in the office. But were they really? I mean, the first
drawing took place in the auditorium, but all the rest are being done
in the office with no kids watching. Who’s to say if they pick a
random boy or decide to pick one they want to see naked that day? I
decide to go to the office after school and see if by chance and some
persuasion, I can convince them to choose me. Which is what I do.
Mrs. Sanders was very surprised at my request to say the least. But I
explained to her that I helped Billy with his nude day and Billy will
help me through mine, but I need to get it over with soon, before Billy
forgets and I have to do it all by myself. After pleading my case and
flashing my puppy dog eyes at her, she agrees that I’ll be the next
sixth grader to participate in Boy’s Nude Day.
I go home all
happy and proud of myself. I go through every piece of clothing in my
closet and dresser drawers to pick out the perfect outfit to have to
strip off. Since everyone in my home room will have their eyes glued
to me, wearing the right outfit to start off with matters. I hardly
get any sleep. I’m up way before mom yells and tells me it’s time to
get up and get ready for school. I even go into the bathroom and take
a quick shower, even though I took a long tub bath the night before. I
want to make sure I’m completely clean since the entire school is going
to see every inch of me. I even get to school early and make my way to
my home room class, getting there even before my teacher. I sit there
at my desk, waiting nervously for the first and then second bell to
ring. In moments the P.A. System will come to life and announce that
me, twelve-year-old, Kevin Spencer has been selected to be the second
sixth grader to walk the halls and sit in the class rooms of
Middleberry Middle School, stark ass nakers.
When my name is
announced, every eye in the room looks directly at me. That’s when my
nerves take over and I become afraid. Not about stripping naked, but
about how my classmates are going to react to my underdevelopment.
Yes, I was held back one year for immaturity, but honestly maybe they
should have held me back two years. I still have the penis of a
ten-year-old of merely an inch long. I’ve seen what twelve-year-old
penis’s should look like and mine doesn’t match up. Bald and small,
that’s what I have between my legs and soon everyone in this room is
going to see for themselves.
“Kevin. Your name was announced. You need to stand and remove your clothes and then bring them up here to me.”
“Yes. Ma’am.”
As I stand up, blood rushes to my head which is now pounding, like a
migraine headache. My face is getting really hot. My entire body is
shaking. I hold onto my desk, so that I don’t fall over. This is a
feeling I’ve never felt before and it’s scary, but it’s also very
exhilarating. I kick off my shoes and bend down to remove my socks and
then grab them and place shoes and socks on my desk. The cold floor
feels so good under my bare feet. If I knew it felt this good to go
barefoot at school, I would have tried doing it long before now. I
chose a Young Sheldon tee-shirt to wear to school today. Since he’s a
young boy genius on TV, I just thought it would make me look both young
and possibly smart. I pull it up and over my head and then off. I
fold it carefully before placing it on my shoes. I’m standing in home
room bare chested and every eye is on me. I have goose bumps are all
over me. Not from being cold, oh no, from the excitement of stripping
naked in front of my classmates. Yes, in a way this stripping naked is
forced, because it’s mandatary and I feel that anxiety of not having a
choice to strip or not to strip, but for me it’s also a hormone induced
dream I have, which I just can’t deny fulfilling. I chose not to wear
a belt, so all I have to do is unsnap and unzip my jeans, and they are
ready to push down. Now, I chose my underpants purposefully for the
shock factor. I slowly push my jeans down until some of my underpants
are showing and then hesitate just a little to see if I can get a
reaction out of my classmates. I do and it’s from an expected source.
“Look everyone. Kevin’s wearing little boy underpants.”
Now for most people this would be so humiliating, but remember, I did
this on purpose. Now I have my opening to make sure I get a second
nude day. I vocally attack Jackson Horner.
“Jack-off, shut your face. My mom makes me wear tighty-whities.”
“Ya, because you’re such a baby.”
“Keep it up Jack-off and I’ll shove my underpants down your throat.”
“Boys! Boys! Enough of that talk. Kevin, you just earned yourself another nude day for those comments.”
Now I act all hurt and upset, when my home room teacher chastises me,
but deep down inside, I’m cheering for joy. I get to do this again
next Monday. What a way to start a new week. I get to do it naked.
I finish pushing my jeans down and then step out of them, before
picking them up and folding them. Now, I’m down to just my white
briefs. The thing is. I want to go naked. It’s just something inside
me that wants to do this, but I’m also scared of what might be said
when everyone sees my penis and non-existent balls. I’m hoping
everyone will just look and accept that I’m what all sixth grade boys
look like down there. Of course, I’m not, but they might not know
that. I shut my eyes and quickly shove my underpants to the floor,
step out of them, and bend down to pick them up to put with my other
clothing. I no sooner stand up than the comments start.
“Isn’t his thingy small for a twelve-year-old?”
“Ya. I think so.”
“My brother is twelve and his pecker is a lot bigger and he has hairs too.”
“Kevin, why is your penis so small?”
“Where’s your hairs dude?”
My teacher intervenes.
“Enough class. Kevin is obviously a late bloomer. Boys go into puberty at different times.”
“So, Kevin isn’t really a twelve-year-old. He’s really a ten-year-old. Right!”
That came from Jack Horner or as I call him Jack-off.”
The entire class erupts into laughter. It’s like they haven’t ever
seen a tween with a one-inch penis before. Of course maybe they
haven’t. Is mine the smallest, wiener in sixth grade? That would be
cool. That will just give me more reasons to show it off. But of
course it really isn’t about the size of my penis, it’s about everyone
laughing at seeing it, that has me blushing scarlet red.
“Kevin, bring your clothing up here and put them on my desk and return to your seat.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The thing is, because I’m blushing, which means I’m embarrassed, my
little penis decides to show off and before I get to my teachers desk I
have a boner. It’s not quite three inches. Well, to be perfectly
honest it’s two and-a-quarter-inches because I measured it last night.
For a boner, even I know that is small. My home room teacher sees it
before anyone else and she just smiles at me, as she’s enjoying my
discomfort of having a boner in class.
When I turn around to return to my desk, the entire class erupts into laughter yet again. I mean boisterous laughter.
“Kevin’s got a stiffie.”
“Look at Kevin’s boner.”
“You guys call that a boner? Heck, wait until it’s my Boy’s Nude Day, and I’ll show you a real boner.”
Yep. Jack-off again.
“Why wait, Jack-off? Show everyone now. Go ahead. Stand up and drop trou and show everyone your tiny little dick.”
My home room teacher calls me out again.
“Kevin. That was uncalled for. Students are allowed to tease you
during your Boy’s Nude Day. It wasn’t nice of you rdiculing Jack. You
owe him an apology. That’ll cost you another nude punishment day.”
Jack-off just smiles at me, with that cow-pie eating grin of his.
“I’m really sorry Jack-off that your dick is so small. I really am.”
The class erupts into another wave of laughter and Jack stares daggers
at me. I don’t even look towards my teacher to see her reaction. I
know it can’t be good.
The thing is, both he and I know, he’s got just as small of a penis as me, because we have gym class together and I’ve seen it.
But I got what I wanted. Two more days of Boy’s Nude Day. Over the
rest of the day, each class goes pretty much like my home room, I
collect even more extra nude days. Not by doing anything bad. Nope.
I’m sort of like Billy on that. I pretty much follow the rules. Nope,
I get more days just by running my mouth and for being late to class.
Why am I late? Because I spend as much time out in the hall showing
off my boner as possible. I just keep walking up and done the hall
with my boner sticking out, so people can see it. That makes me late
to class a couple times.
During my last period, Mrs. Sanders
walks into my history class and talks to my teacher. I’m sure Mr.
Kaufman shared my two outbursts in his class, with her. He promised me
they would get me at least two more days of nakie time. After they
talk, Mrs. Sanders calls me to the front of the room. It looks as
though he might be right.
“Kevin, will you come forward and stand facing the class please.”
Of course, I’ll stand in the front of the class , so I can show off my
naked body. It’s what I’ve been doing all day long and really hope to
keep doing it. The problem is, that I’m not sure just what is about to
happen. I hope I haven’t pushed things too far. The last thing I want
is a note home that will get my ass whipped by dad. He uses a strap
and it stings to beat the dickens.
“Class. As you can see,
Kevin Spencer is participating in Boy’s Nude Day today. From what I
hear from your teacher, Kevin has been a problem child, by showing off
some of his aggressive tendencies. As you know from Monday’s assembly,
this program is supposed to help Kevin work through his aggression.
Its obvious, that one day isn’t going to be enough, since he’s been
rude and aggressive throughout the whole school day. So, I’ve decided
that Kevin will spend the next two weeks, in Boy’s Nude Day. Maybe
being nude in school for two weeks will calm him down.”
She then turns to me.
“So, Kevin, what do you think about that? You think that’s enough time for you to shed your aggressiveness?”
She winks at me. My principal just winked at me. She knows. She has
to know, that I’ve been racking up extra days on purpose. She knows
what I’ve been doing all day and why I’ve been doing it. She knows,
that I want to parade around naked. Evidently she’s okay with it. So,
before I answer her, I wink back.
“Oh! Yes ma’am. I’m sure that will be enough time for me to get this under control.”
Then she whispers to me.
“It had better be or we’ll have to use other methods, that your backside might not like.”
Now, she can’t spank me. Spanking was replaced by this program, but
that doesn’t mean she can’t send notes home, which I’m pretty sure she
knows will get me whippings from my dad.
To the class she says.
“Class, this is exactly why the Boy’s Nude Day program was put into
operation, so boys like Kevin can work out their aggressive
tendencies. Now for this to work and help Kevin, I need all of you to
do something for me. I need all of you to tease, mock and ridicule
Kevin as much as you can, within reason of course, so he can cleanse
himself of all aggression. Do you think you can help Kevin out here?”
The entire class erupts in support of her plan and I think within
myself, I’m going to have the greatest two weeks a boy could possibly
dream of having. The principal is going to get a poster child for the
program, especially when after two weeks, I become a model student.
And me? I’m going to have the most fun of my life, running around
naked with a boner and a face as red as a fire engine.
Before she leaves the classroom she gives me my final instructions.
“Kevin. Report to the office as soon as you get to school on Monday
and strip naked, leaving your clothing in the office before going to
home room.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Seventh Grade.
Just like every other boy sitting in home room, I’m worried about my
name being announced for Boy’s Nude Day. Like other boys, this program
doesn’t make much sense to me, but then, I have lived almost my entire
life without things making since. It started when I was
eight-and-a-half-years-old. My brother Johnny, nine-years-old at the
time, and I were in the bath tub and mom was supervising us getting
clean. As we were standing side by side, mom noticed something
different about me, that she thought was odd. She took both of us to
the doctor, so he could get a good look at us and after three more
doctors examine us, I’m diagnosed with Precocious Puberty. Basically
that means; I started puberty way ahead of schedule. What mom saw was
that my balls had dropped. I had my first wet dream at nine-years
old. I had a full bush of pubes by ten. By the time I’m at my current
age of eleven, I look more like a man than a boy. I’m tall, well
muscled and my dick is now four-inches long and very thick. My brother
Johnny on the other hand, who’s now twelve, still looks like a little
boy of nine, with a nubbin for a dick and undescended balls. Doctors
had diagnosed him a year after diagnosing me, with Constitutional
Delayed Puberty. Basically Johnny and I are at opposite ends of the
sexual development spectrum, which totally fascinates our doctors, so
Johnny and I have been part of a University research study ever since
we were first diagnosed. What puzzles doctors is that not only are our
physical bodies affected, but also our emotional and psychological
identities. What that boils down to is that I’m super intellectual,
logical, strict and controlling, where Johnny is babyish,
temperamental, high strung and cries at the drop of a hat. When I was
nine, I skipped up a grade so that Johnny and I can always be together,
because Johnny needs my support to function in society. Obviously
schools know of our situation and with the ADA (Americans With
Disabilities Act) schools pretty much have to follow our doctors orders
as to how they treat us in school. That’s why, as Johnny and I sit
here in seventh grade home room, our desks are side by side and we
attend all of our classes together. Where Johnny goes, I go. What
Johnny does, I do. I’m his support mechanism. As to how long it’s
going to be before Johnny actually starts puberty, the doctors have now
clue. Because of the other side affects of his condition, they don’t
want to use hormone treatment to stimulate puberty, so we are on a wait
and see program. Johnny is as smart as any of these seventh graders,
which is why he’s a seventh grader, but he has the social skills of an
eight or nine-year-old.
Now, I hope and pray that we aren’t
going to be selected until towards the end of the school year, but that
doesn’t happen. Morning announcements named the sixth grade boy
selected and I have no idea who is. I can’t keep track of every new
kid in this school. I have a hard enough time keeping track of
Johnny. Then our names are announced and I sigh heavily and of course
Johnny asks me is that us, which I confirm it is. Then the Principal
announces the eighth grade boy, who everyone in this school knows.
He’s The Stud. Now, I can almost bet I’m more of a stud than he is,
but honestly, he can have that title, I don’t need all that goes with
being popular and sought after by every girl in school. Once the
announcements are over, Mr. Washburn, our home room teacher tells
Johnny and me that we need to disrobe. Every eye is on the two of us.
We are a unique twosome and kids are curious.
“Mr. Washburn, may I go first and then I can help Johnny. He will comply easier if I’m already naked.”
“That will be fine Jack. What ever works best for the two of you.”
Again all the teachers know, that yes, we have to do what all the other
students have to do, but they will give us leeway on how we carry out
those things.
I stand up to get ready to strip naked in front of the entire class.
“Johnny. I’m going to take all my clothes off now. You just stay where you are, and I’ll help you when I’m done.”
“Am I going to have to get nakie too?”
“Yes, Johnny, but not yet. I’ll tell you when.”
“Okay, Jack.”
I kick my sneakers off and place them on my desk and then pull my socks
off and roll them up before stuffing them inside my shoes. Everyone is
watching me. It’s not every day you get to watch a boy undress in
front of you. Well with this new program, I guess it’s going to be. I
pull my tee-shirt up and over my head.
“Look. Jack’s got pit hair.”
“He’s got a lot of hair, look at his belly button, he’s got a happy trail.”
I finish pulling my shirt off and place it with my shoes. Since I have
an audience, I stretch my arms up high into the air so everyone can get
a good look. I figure, I’ll just show everyone what I’ve got and then
they won’t bug me all day. Once they have had their look, I unfasten
and unzip my jeans and lower them down to my ankles before stepping out
of them, leaving me in just my blue boxer-briefs.
“Look at his hairy legs.”
“How comes he has so much hair?”
“I don’t know, but I wish I had some of his.”
“Me too.”
It’s always been a tween’s desire to grow hair to prove they’re manly.
So, I totally understand these boys remarks. I pick up my jeans, fold
them and put them with my other clothes.
Once I let everyone
get their look at me, I put my thumbs into the waistband of my
boxer-briefs and lower them down past my thick, hairy, four-inch dick
and let them drop to the floor. There is a collective gasp at seeing
my manhood. I can be pretty sure that no other seventh grader has a
dick the size of mine, but then I’ve had years for it to grow this size
and they are just starting their experience with puberty.
“Is he really twelve?”
“No. He’s only eleven. He skipped a grade.”
“WOW! No wonder, he would scare the sixth graders to death if they saw that thing.”
“Heck, it scares me.”
“It don’t scare me, I want one just like it.”
I go ahead and step out of my underpants, placing them with my other
clothing before walking to the front of the class to hand them to Mr.
Washburn. He looks closely at my penis and low hanging balls and just
smiles. I return to Johnny, who’s smiling at me.
“I like seeing you nakie.”
“I know Johnny. Now it’s time for you to get nakie too. Go ahead and stand up and I’ll help you.”
Johnny stands up and then looks around at everyone staring at him. Of
course, they are staring. They know we’re brothers and now they know
what I have for a penis, so they are naturally curious to see what
Johnny has between his legs.
“Jack, is everyone going to watch?”
“Yes. Johnny. Just think of it as a trip to the University where everyone looks at you nakie.”
“Oh. Okay. So, are they going to be examining me and touching me all over like the doctors do?”
“Yes. Johnny. Just like the doctors do.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Let’s get your sneakers and socks off. Go ahead and kick them off and raise each foot, so I can take your socks off.”
Johnny complies, as he smiles at everyone looking at him. Johnny has
no idea this is supposed to be embarrassing because he’s had to be
naked in front of doctors basically his whole life, at least since I
started my early puberty.
“Okay. Raise your arms up in the air. Higher. Yep. Just like that.”
I pull Johnny’s tee-shirt up and over his head and pick up his shoes and place everything on his desk in a little pile.
“WOW! Johnny is sure different than Jack.”
“You can say that again. I don’t see any hair anywhere.”
“Not even fuzz. He’s completely bald.”
“Okay Buddy. Time for your jeans to come off. You okay?”
“Yes. Jack. Let’s take them off.”
I reach over an undo Johnny’s belt buckle and then unsnap the snap.
His smile is so cute, as he looks on with such innocence and trust,
like only a little boy can. Yes, he’s older than me but inside where
it counts, he’s my little brother. I find it uncanny how the other
kids aren’t teasing Johnny, because they have to know he isn’t
developed, just by what they’ve seen so far. I lower his zipper and
then slowly lower his jeans down to his feet, where he steps out of
them, revealing his bright yellow Minions briefs. If everyone didn’t
understand how young Johnny is before, they sure do now. He’s
absolutely hairless. Every part of his body that is visible is as
smooth as a newborn baby. I really can’t explain why, because even
doctors are baffled by his lack of any hair other than on his head. He
has eyelashes, yet not even fuss anywhere below his neck.
After folding and placing his jeans with his other clothing, I reach
for his undies and Johnny immediately grabs my hands to stop me.
“I don’t want to be nakie, Jack.”
I watch as Johnny begins to tear up. I knew this was going too good.
Johnny has always been prone to emotional outbreaks, so everything new
has to be done carefully and slowly.
“I know buddy, but you see me nakie, you need to be nakie too.”
“But I don’t want to be nakie.”
Then I hear, Jessica, the girl sitting on the other side of Johnny.
“Johnny. I bet you’re super cute when you’re nakie. Will you get nakie for me?”
Then other girls ask him.
“Me too, Johnny. Will you get nakie for me?”
“For me too?”
“Jack. Can I get nakie for them? Please!”
“Yes, Johnny. You can get nakie for them. Let me help you.”
“No, I want to do it myself. For them, so they can see how cute I am nakie.”
I’m taken aback. Totally surprised. For some reason, Johnny is
responding to someone else other than me. This is definitely a move
forward in his socialization.
I watch as Johnny pinches the
waistband of his Minions briefs and pulls them down all the way to his
ankles and one foot at a time, he takes them off before putting then
with his other clothes. He then raises his hands into the air in
triumph, showing everyone his nakedness. Showing everyone his totally
bald, one-inch penis in all of it’s magnificent glory.
Jennifer doesn’t waste any time praising Johnny, which is something he
always needs. He needs positive reinforcement with everything he does.
“Oh! Johnny. You’re just the cutest little nakie boy, I’ve ever seen.”
I watch as Johnny’s smile grows and he radiates joy, as I take his
clothes up to Mr. Washburn’s desk and I leave them there with my own
clothing. This has started out being a good day for Johnny. I just
hope we can get through it without a tantrum.
Word seems to
get around fast about our nakedness and people come to see the two
brothers that can’t be so different from each other physically, yet so
close to each other emotionally. The girls seem to have gotten word
around to show Johnny more attention than to me, which Johnny eats up
like candy. He’s enjoying being the center of attention and that has
to be because of their positive praises being showered onto him. Our
health teacher, Mr. Garner, stops me going into class and asks if it
would be okay to tell the class about our Research Program and the
details of our differing puberty. With Johnny doing so well, I allow
it and for the first time, fellow students, discover the true reasons
about Johnny and my relationship and why we’re so different from one
another. I see how the boys are glued to the realization that puberty
in boys can range anywhere between our extremes, so no matter where
they happen to be along the puberty path, they are normal. This seems
to give the boys confidence in their own bodies. Hopefully it will
help them on their own Boy’s Nude Day and beyond.
The rest of
the day goes well. Better than I every expected. I did have some
trouble getting Johnny to get dressed at the end of the day, with no
girls around to encourage him to cover his naked body back up.
Eventually, with just the two of us, in the office, he does put his
clothes back on.
I think in some ways, I was a little
disappointed in the fact that Johnny took over most of the attention on
our naked day. I’m the brother with the big hairy dick and the girls
paid more attention to Johnny. I wonder if I was showing some jealousy
there? Maybe a little bit. That all turns around the next week
following our Boy’s Nude Day. The girls make up it up to me, by
embarrassing me continually, by talking about how hairy I am, and the
snake in my pants. I have a continuous boner all week. Now, I realize
what a blessing they were in showering Johnny with their praises on our
Boy’s Nude Day or my day would have been one of constant
embarrassment. Thank you Johnny for being there to protect your little
brother.
Eighth Grade.
Until yesterday, my world was
golden. I’m The Stud of the eighth grade. No boy is more popular with
the girls than I am, not even our star footballer. It’s an image I’ve
been building ever since I started middle school. At
fourteen-years-old, I have it all. Every kid at this school thinks I’m
the James Bond of Middleberry Middle School. All I have to do is flip
my fingers and the girls come running.
My self made image
also extends to my home life. I’m the oldest of three siblings. Just
my age affords me some respect, but it’s my image that impresses my
parents. They see me as a very mature young man, who is in control of
his life and thus has control over his younger siblings. I get to set
certain restrictions on them. Like bath times and bed times. My
parents are old fashioned in that way. They believe control should go
with the most mature. That currently is me, but after the events of
last Monday, that all could come falling down.
I walk to
school lost in my own concerns, not really hearing my siblings
jabbering away about what boys will be nude today. Obviously Grace who
is twelve wants to see her twin brother Chase have to strip off naked
in front of her in home room. Chase of course doesn’t want any part of
it. Neither of them think twice about me having to strip naked at
school at some point. They both take for granted what I look like
under my clothing. They know I’m The Stud of the eighth grade. I
wouldn’t have that tittle if I didn’t look amazing naked. No, all the
attention is on Chase and what he looks like naked and Grace really
wants to find out.
When we get to school, I slowly make my way
to home room. I look up at the clock on the wall, and as the minutes
click by, I get more and more anxious. Every day this week has been
torture waiting to see who’s selected to be naked. My only hope, is
that I won’t be selected until the end of the school year. Surely by
then, I’ll grow into The Stud that everyone thinks I am. But what am I
going to do, if my name gets selected before that happens? How am I
going to live my pretend self image down? I’ll be the laughing stock
of all middle school, as well lose my status at home. The anxiety of
all of this drama is eating away at me. I’m for sure going to get an
ulcer from this. Second bell rings and everyone takes their seats.
School has begun and it won’t be long now. I pray to every god there
is in the multi-verse that my name isn’t called.
“Edward. Why
are you sweating dude? Even if you are selected, you got nothing to
lose, you’ll just gain even more status, if that could even happen,
since you’re already at the very top.”
“Thanks Craig. I think maybe it’s just a little hot in here is all.”
The P.A. blares and the boy’s names of grades six and seven are
announced and I’m shaking in my seat. I’ve never been so nervous over
anything in my life. Then it happens. The hammer falls. It falls
right on top my head. I feel my brain being blown up. I’m shell
shocked. The room is spinning. I come out of my daze to cheers and
chants.
“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”
It seems that every kid in my home room wants to see what The Stud of
Middleberry is hiding under his clothes. They want to see, what I’ve
so carefully kept hidden for my three years in this school. I can’t
seem to make myself move.
“Edward Warner. You have been selected, so stand up and remove your clothes and then bring them to my desk.”
My teacher’s voice seems so far away, but I understand what she’s
saying and I know, as bad as this is going to be, it will be far worse
if she tells some of the girls to do it for me. I stand up and look
around, still hearing the chanting in the background.
“Take it off” Take it off! Take it off.”
It reminds me of the TV show, “The Masked Singer” when they are voted
off and have to remove their masks, so everyone gets to see who they
are. I guess, this is how the kids in my home room are looking at me
and this situation. I’m the celebrity that now has to be de-masked.
In slow motion without actually thinking about what I’m doing, with my
head still in a daze, I lift up my left foot and put it on my desk seat
and untie my shoe laces, taking as much time as I can. Once unlaced, I
remove my foot from the shoe and put my socked foot back down on the
floor. I take that shoe and place it on my desktop. Now it’s time for
my right shoe. I do exactly the same thing. Again I return my socked
foot to the floor. Then I raise up my left foot and remove my sock and
back down to the floor that foot goes. I roll up my sock into a ball
and stuff it inside my left shoe. I follow the exact some proceedure
with my right foot. Each time I bare a foot, eyes stare at it as if
it’s something special, other then just a bare foot. I draw out
removing my shoes and socks as long as I possibly can.
I’m not
like most of the boys who go to school here. I never wear tee-shirts
to school. The only tee-shirt I wear here at Middleberry Middle School
is the regulation one I have to wear for gym class. I have a
reputation to maintain and tee-shirts don’t project the image I wish to
show every one. Today I’m wearing a sky blue polo shirt with three
buttons and an embroidered eagle on the left breast. It’s smartly
tucked into my navy blue dress slacks. As everyone watches me, I
slowly unbutton each button on my polo shirt. Once unbuttoned, I
gingerly tug at it to pull it free of my slacks. Now that it’s free of
all restraints, I slowly lift it clear of my head and remove it. In
doing so, my arms are up above my head, revealing a part of my body I
didn’t think about.
“He ain’t got no armpit hair!”
“Do you think he shaves it?”
“Surely not.”
“Why would he? He wouldn’t want to be bald there!”
As I fold my shirt, I listen to other discouraging and even embarrassing comments.
“Edward doesn’t have a love trail.”
“Heck, I don’t see any body hair anywhere.”
“He’s as smooth as my baby brother.”
“He has small nips, don’t you think?”
“Now that you mention it, he sure does.”
“I expected something a lot more hairy from The Stud.”
“I don’t know, I prefer guys with less hair.”
“I agree, smooth chests are sexy.”
“Maybe, but not very manly.”
This girl has a shock coming. She’s about to see a boy with a lot less hair than anyone is expecting.
I try to delay things as long as I can without making my teacher mad
and adding days to my public nudity. Today is going to be bad enough
without having to relive it over and over again, like in the movie
“Ground Hog’s Day.”
“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”
I slip my hands down to my belt buckle and unbuckle it. I think about
removing it, but then think what if somehow it gets dropped or
misplaced then I won’t have a belt to hold my trousers up going home.
So, I just leave my belt in the loops and unzip my navy dress slacks.
As much as I don’t want to do this, I know I have to, so I just let go
of my trousers and let them slide right down my smooth hairless legs to
the floor around my bare feet. I just stand there in nothing but my
patriotic, red, white and blue boxers as everyone stares at me. I know
exactly what everyone is looking for. They want to see how much of a
bulge I have. I’m greatly disappointing them. I
wear loose
fitting boxers for a reason. Not style, oh no. Briefs are way sexier
than boxers could ever be. Nope. I wear boxers because you can hide
what you have or in my case, what you don’t have inside of them.
“Look at his legs. There all smooth.”
“Surely he doesn’t shave his legs?”
“I wouldn’t think so, but they are sure devoid of any hair.”
I take my time stepping out of my trousers. I pick them up and slowly
fold them before placing them on top of my other clothing. To my
chagrin and fear, it’s come down to this last piece of clothing hiding
my secret. I can feel my eyes watering up, because once I’m denuded,
I’m going to be the laughing stock of the entire school. I know they
teach us, it doesn’t matter about size or looks or anything like that,
but they’re so wrong. That’s all that matters to boys in middle
school. That’s how we measure ourselves and others, as we walk the
path to maturity and manhood. Once I let the proverbial cat out of the
bag, I won’t even be allowed to step foot on that path. In this case,
it’s the penis that’s about to escape out of the bag, but we all know
what I mean. This is so difficult. Everyone in my home room is
chanting again.
“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”
They want to see The Stud in all his wondrous glory. They’re about to
see just that, if I can get the courage up to show everyone. That is
easier said than done. To be at the brink of total social annihilation
is something no boy ever wants to face, or have to do, in front of the
entire school. Well, at this moment it’s only the kids in my home
room, but you know what I mean. When the bell rings, I’ll be showing
the entire school, my biggest and most secret of all secrets.
“Edward. I know you enjoy dramatic entrances, but we’re waiting. So get on with it.”
“Yes. Ma’am.”
Of course I’m not waiting for a dramatic entrance. I never was a diva. I was, in the past tense, The Stud.
Now I’ve come to the nitty gritty as they say. Here’s where my life at
school comes crashing down. Once everyone sees what’s under my
patriotic boxers, my life as The Stud is over, and my life as the most
ridiculed boy in school begins.
It’s time. I can’t stall any
longer. I close my eyes tightly shut and stick my thumbs into the
waistband of my boxers and slowly pull them down, revealing first that
I have no pubic hair. I’m as bald as a baby. Then down past my little
boy penis of just two-and-a-half, skinny inches in length. Once past
there I just let my boxers fall to the floor and stand still waiting
for the inevitable.
The inevitable doesn’t take long coming
either. First I hear a collective gasp and then just outright laughter
from all around me. I can feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I
know it’s as red as the flag stripes on my boxers that I’m no longer
wearing. I go ahead and step out of my boxers, bend down and pick them
up. I fold them and place them on top of my other clothing. I do all
of this with my eyes shut and to the uproar of laughter.
“Oh! My! Goodness. He’s bald.”
“Not only bald but small.”
“Look at his balls. Have they even dropped?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Where’s The Stud?”
“He’s surely not standing in front of us.”
“This naked boy could be my little brother. Although I think my ten-year-old brother has more than Edward”
Tears are seeping out the corners of my tightly shut eyelids. I can’t
help it. I know I’m going to burst out crying hard at any moment. My
life is ruined.
That’s when I hear my teacher try and help me out, but she only makes it worse.
“Now students, you all know that every boy develops differently and on a different time clock.”
“Ya, but Edward’s clock must have stopped.”
“Maybe he forgot to wind it.”
“That’s not the only thing he forgot to wind.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, as small as that thing is, he must not exercise it much.”
The entire room bursts out laughing yet again.
As they’re laughing, I open my eyes and walk my clothes up to the
teachers desk. She gives me a Cheshire cat type grin. She’s enjoying
my distress. To make matters even worse, I make the mistake of looking
into the faces of my fellow classmates, when I turn to return to my
desk.
“Is he crying”
“It sure looks like it.”
“I’d cry too if my dick was as small as his.”
I can see my own humiliation reflected off of their faces. That’s all
it takes to awaken my shy, timid and shrinking penis. All of a sudden
it jumps up in front of everyone. It swells to it’s massive length of
three-and-three-quarters inches. My bald boner is standing straight up
in all of its embarrassing glory.
“Is that it Edward?”
“Is that all there is?”
“The Stud has a boner smaller than my index finger?”
I can’t take this any longer. I burst into tears. The dam breaks and
tears stream down my cheeks, as I run to my desk and cover my head with
my hands trying desperately to ignore the teasing and laughing.
At first when I hear the bell ring, I rejoice inside knowing that these
kids are leaving. Then the horrible realization, that I’ll have to
walk out into the hall, with the entire school out there waiting for
me. I’ll have to go to my first period class where a whole new group
of kids will tease me, causes my tears to continue to flow. When I
stand up, I try my hardest to stop the tears from running down my face,
but it’s no use. I’m destroyed.
“Edward. I know it’s
difficult to face the truth about yourself, but in the end, it will all
be for the better. Here, take some tissues and whip your face. You
don’t want to walk out there in the sharks pit with tears on your
face. They’ll eat you alive.”
I can’t believe my home room teacher is actually showing me some kindness. I guess all teachers aren’t bad. Some can be nice.
Once I clear my face, I walk out into the hallway where a crowd of
overzealous students press against me, with their hands rubbing and
touching and poking all over my body. I feel my boner being pulled
frequently. I see the naked sixth grader, what was his name? Oh ya.
Kevin. He prances by me with his tiny boner sticking up in the air and
a huge smile on his face. He seems absolutely happy that he’s on
display. Maybe it’s because he’s still a little boy, not a real
teenager like me. Okay. Who am I trying to fool now? Surely not
anyone who sees me. I’m a little kid myself. My bald tiny penis
proves it.
I finally make it to first period and after a while things finally settle down and we have class.
First period actually goes well. Our teacher doesn’t make a fuss over
having a naked boy in his class, so not much is said openly about my
nakedness. Although most everyone tries to get a good look at me while
I’m sitting quietly at my desk trying to avoid all eye contact.
It’s after first period that the rest of my world collapses like a
glass house in an earthquake. I barely get out the door, before I pop
a boner. This draws even a larger crowd, as I try to make my way to my
next class. Then when I round a corner, Chase and Grace walk right up
to me and stare at my little boy, three-and-three-quarter inch hairless
stiffie. Chase is the first to speak.
“Well, look at what we’ve got here, Grace. We have a new little brother.”
“You’re so right Chase. I’m guessing that makes me the big sister.”
Then Grace looks me right in the eyes and asks, “You know what Eddy?”
Okay. No one calls me Eddy. At least not out in public. Eddy is so
little boyish. No fourteen-year-old teenager wants to be called by his
little boy name.
“What Grace?”
“Well looking at your
assets down there, I might be giving you baths before tucking you into
bed at night. What do you say about that baby brother?”
The
crowd of students standing around us, burst out laughing, thinking what
Grace just said was just a funny joke, but of course I know better.
Anything is possible with my family and Grace knows how to play family
politics.
“No way. That’s never going to happen.”
That’s when Grace speaks with her cunning, manipulating and calculating voice.
“You think so, do you Eddy? Once mom finds out you’re still a little
boy, you know what’s going to happen. You aren’t going to be Big
Brother anymore. You won’t be telling me what to do. It’ll be me
telling you what to do.”
“You mean us, don’t you Grace? We’re twins, we share. Right?”
Grace just gives, Chase, one of her patented smiles. Chase, all of a
sudden looks genuinely concerned. I wonder just how developed he might
be?
I know what they’re saying is true. We have a complicated
hierarchy in our house. It’s not about age, it’s all about maturity
and development. I just failed in the category that counts most with
our parents. I have to get way from this. I know when I get home it’s
all going to come crashing down on me, but for now, I need to get away
from Chase and Grace.
“I’ve got to get to class.”
I
try to slip away, but not before both Chase and Grace pull on my tiny
penis. It had went soft again, but now with them touching it, of
course my boner returns.
“Just making sure it’s real little bro.” Chase says, while everyone around us laughs.
“I can’t wait to give you a bath tonight, Eddy.” Grace jokingly says, in front of everyone.
Well, I sure hope she’s joking. I leave them behind, but the laughter
follows me all the way to class. The rest of my day goes the same.
Ridicule, embarrassment, teasing, and humiliation.
I’m the
happiest boy at Middleberry Middle School when the final bell rings and
I can go get my clothes and get dressed. Clothes. Wonderful Clothes.
I rejoice at finally having clothes again. I have about a half hour
respite before I get home to face a worse situation. Chase and Grace
were right about my status at home changing drastically, but that’s a
whole other story.
I wish to again thank the readers
that sent these characters to me, so everyone could learn about their
stories. The thing is, as you read about these boys and their
tribulations, did a character of your own pop up in your head? Did you
see yourself in this predicament? If you want to see your story
written into Middleberry Middle School, Boy’s Nude Day experience, then
send your character in to me. Give your boy a name, age, grade,
physical description naked and some detail as to what you would like to
see happen to him. It’s your chance to be inside a story.
Zyngaru@ml1.net
Note: The reader/author that submitted Edward, Chase and Grace Warner,
decided to let you all know, just what happens when Eddy gets home
after his Boy’s Nude Day.
Read the continuation of this story in Edward Warner home after ‘Boys Naked Day’ at School.
by Steam Train