Middleberry Middle School, Boy’s Nude Day 3

By Zyngaru
zyngaru@ml1.net

Copyright 2022 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved

I would like to thank all the readers who sent me feedback and especially those that suggested boys for Boy’s Nude Day.  All three nude boys in this chapter are boys that a reader sent in to me.  The reason I’m 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 3

Good Monday Morning Students.  I hope everyone had a fun and safe weekend.  I wish to report that for a select few, and you know who you are, our first week of Boy’s Nude Day went extremely well.  I want to congratulate and reward the boys that participated and spent your naked day in school without causing any fuss, with a free ice cream of your choosing from the cafeteria at lunchtime.  We want to thank you for being brave and courageous.  It is our wish that the boys who’ll be selected this week, will follow your example, without causing any trouble.  So, without further ado, lets select our Monday boys.  From the sixth grade the lucky boy is Chase Warner.  I’m sure Chase will follow his big brother’s lead from last week and will disrobe without any problems.  From the seventh grade, the lucky boy is Gabriel Aubry.  I’m sure Gabriel will comply with the law and disrobe without any problems also.  From the eighth grade, our lucky boy is Jensen Jackson.  Now Jensen is a very well behaved and liked student by teachers and students alike.  I’m sure he won’t be causing any troubles.  That’s the end of announcements.

Sixth grade

It’s been exactly a week, today that every boy in Middleberry Middle School’s life changed drastically.  It was last Monday when our school adopted the Boy’s Nude Day program.  From that traumatic first day until now, boys are living a nightmare come to life.  For some of us, our lives not only changed here at school, but some of us, have had our home lives turned upside down as well.  Last Friday morning when I left home to come to school, I had a very stable home life.  Was it ideal?  Of course not.  Was it liveable?  Absolutely.  Then my older brother got chosen for Boy’s Nude Day and everything changed.  My brother that everyone thought was well developed and mature, we discovered that he’s far from it.  He is in fact a prepubescent little boy.  That fact at school was embarrassing as heck for him.  His well thought out, planned social identity was destroyed.  That was bad for him. 

I was actually happy to see his downfall, until I learned how his downfall was going to make my life totally unbearable.  Once mom found out that Edward, now Eddy, is a little boy, he no longer is in charge of sibling home care.  Yes, in my family, whichever sibling is the most mature and developed is in charge of the rest of the siblings.  That discovery, led mom to question my own development and once she saw me naked, my twin sister was put in total control of both Eddy and myself.  She takes her new position very seriously.  She even gives us baths.  I’m twelve-freaking-years-old and my sister gives me a bath.  I don’t care that she gives Eddy one.  That’s his problem, not mine.  Heck, she often times gives us our baths together.  What I do care about is that she’s doing that to me!  My life has been totally destroyed not only at school, but at home.

Over this last weekend, Grace has been teasing me continuously about me having my Nude Day and that she intends to take charge of it.  I tried to put that thought far from her mind, but like only Grace can do, she brought the idea before mom and dad, who both agreed it was a good idea.  In their words, “Chase would mess it up.  You should take charge, so the family isn’t embarrassed, like it was with Eddy.”  They even gave her a letter, to give to teachers if I object and cause trouble.  My only hope is that my own selection to this unfair, humiliating spectacle won’t happen for months. 

So, I’m sitting here in class, wearing the clothes that Grace set out for me this morning, praying to all the gods of the universe that my name is never selected.  If there is any justice and fairness in the universe, let them show it to me by forgetting I’m even here.  Unfortunately, there are no gods of the universe and there is no such thing as fairness and how do I know?  My name was announced and what little reputation I have left, will soon be gone.

“Mr. Warner your name was selected.  Please stand and remove your clothing.”

But before I can even stand-up, Grace, my twin sister stands and speaks up.

“Mrs. Ferguson.  I have a note here that I wish to read before Chase does anything.  It’s from our parents and it states what their wishes are in this situation.”

“Okay Ms. Warner, go ahead and read the letter.”

“To whom it may concern.  We the parents of Grace, Chase and Edward Warner want it to be known that when it comes to anything dealing with either Chase or Edward, that Grace Warner is in full charge.  We have made this decision because of your schools recent Boy’s Nude Day project, where our son Edward thoroughly embarrassed himself and his family.  We do not want a repeat performance from our other son, Chase, so we decided since our daughter, Grace, is the most mature, that she should be in charge of both boys, while at school.  Thank you for your assistance in this matter.  Mr. And Mrs. Edward Warner Sr.”

Every kid in the room looks at Grace and then at me and then at our teacher.  Mrs. Ferguson is sitting there with the oddest look on her face.

“Well, Ms. Warner, it looks like it’s time for you to take charge of your brother.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Ferguson.”

I watch in total horror as Grace marches up to the front of the class, as if she is going to give a lecture and looks straight at me.

“Chase.  Stand up and walk up here facing the class.”

I so not want to obey her.  But I not only heard her read the letter, I was there when our parents wrote it and when they told me directly, that when Grace takes charge, that I better do everything she says or else.  So, I do what she says.  I stand up and walk up to her, turn and face the class.  Every eye in the room is on me.  It would have been bad enough striping at my desk, but now it’s obvious she is going to make me do it standing in front of everyone.

“This is my twin brother, Chase.  Although, once he is naked, you will be confused by how he could possibly be my twin, just like everyone last week was confused by how Edward was considered older than us.  You see, Chase has the same problem Edward has.  No puberty.  He’s still a little boy.  Because he’s a little boy, I’m in charge and being in charge, I will be undressing my little brother.”

I hear my teacher actually gasp for air.  The kids staring up at me have very surprised looks on their faces.  I probably have the oddest of all looking faces, because I’m totally shocked by what she just said.  Here, in front of the class, she’s going to undress me like a six-year-old.  I can actually feel my eyes watering up.  I’m so embarrassed right now.

My sister.  My twin sister, who is also 12-years-old is bending down and untying my sneakers for me.  I find myself instinctively doing what Grace wants me to do.  I know, I don’t have a choice in the matter, but to just follow her lead without even trying to oppose her seems odd to me, but then here I am, lifting one foot after the other while she slips my sneakers and socks off.

After placing them on Mrs. Ferguson’s desk, she steps behind me.

“Lift your arms to the ceiling, Chasey.”

OMG!  She just called me Chasey.  I haven’t heard that name since I first started school.  Grace has just reduced me to a little boy, like my parents did to Edward, when they started calling him Eddy again.

Again, I follow her instructions with no opposition, knowing what she’s going to do.  She does it too.  I feel my tee shirt being lifted up and over my head and off.  I’m left bare chested in front of everyone. 

“Oh, he’s just so cute.”

“I wish he was my brother, so I could strip him.”

“Oh girls, I do much more than just strip Chasey.  After mom found out that both of my brothers have been hiding their immaturity, I now have complete authority over them.  I pick out the clothes they wear.  I tuck them into bed at night and much, much more.  Chasey go ahead and tell them what I do at bath time.”

She’s trying to humiliate me and it’s working.  As she’s talking, I feel her unfastening the shorts she picked out for me to wear today.  Not jeans like a normal boy, no, little boy shorts.

“Grace supervises my baths now.”

“Oh I do much more than just supervise.  Tell them Chasey, or I might spank you right here in front of everyone.”

There’s no way, I want that humiliation.  Telling everyone what she does, is a whole lot less less embarrassing than them actually seeing her spank me.

“She gives me my baths.  She washes me all over and everything.”

I quickly close my eyes, as I admit that to my peers.  At the same time, I feel my shorts go to the floor, so I lift one foot at a time, so Grace can remove them.

“Oh My.  Look at those cute undies.”

“Bright yellow Minion undies!”

“My little ten-year-old brother has a pair just like them.”

I can feel my face getting hotter and hotter.  I know it’s fire engine red by now.

“Oh, these are Chase’s favorite, that’s why he insisted on wearing them to school today.  It’s just so wonderful he got selected, so he could show them off to you.  Oh, and if you look close, you can see how the little Minion on the front looks three dimensional.  That’s his little thingy poking it out to make it look like that.”

My eyes shoot open and I look down and sure enough, I have a semi bone and it’s pushing my undies out in front.

“Oh isn’t that so cute.”

I feel Grace slip her fingers into the waistband of my boxer-briefs and before I know it, down they go.  I step out of them just like I did my shorts.  Again with my eyes glued shut, so I don’t have to see the faces of my classmates.

“Oh!  He’s just a little boy.”

“Are you sure he’s twelve?  He looks more like my eight-year-old brother.”

“Oh yes.  I’m sure he’s twelve, we’re twins after all.  But you’re right, he’s still as immature as an eight-year-old.  He even runs around the house naked, don’t you Chasey?”

More humiliation on top of what she’s already inflicted on me.

“Yes, Grace.  I run around naked at home.”

Now, I don’t have a choice about that.  Mom dictated that both Eddy and me have to be naked at home.  I can hear my classmates gasp.  I risk looking at them.  The girls are in awe and the boys are mostly, well, scared.  I’m not sure why they look so scared, but I’m sure I see fear in their eyes.

“Hey Kevin.  Do you run around naked at home, too?”  One of my girl classmates asks.

“Nooooooo!”

What about you Leland?”  A different girl classmate asks.

“No way.”

Grace speaks up.

“I bet you boys do when no one’s around to see you.  Don’t you?”

“Now!  I know why I saw fear in their eyes.  They do.  I’m not the only one that did it secretly before this all happened.  They run around naked at home, when no one can see them, just like I used to do.”

“Maybe I should have my mom talk you your moms, so you can be nakie boys, when the rest of the family are home.  That way you don’t have to do things in secret.”

The look on my male classmates faces is to horrific to describe.  It is true fear, I see in their eyes.  Seeing me standing here naked and Grace being in complete charge over me was scary enough. Fearing it might get back to their own parents and give them ideas, has them terrified and my twin sister just put it right out there as a possibility.  There is a possibility it could actually happen to them and they are truly scared to death of that possibility.  I’m sure my sinister sister sees the look also and she lets them stew in that thought before switching back to me.

“Ah. Little Chasey here has a semi.  It’s obvious he wants to show everyone what his thingy can do.  This weekend he was running around showing off his erector thing to everyone, and it’s obvious he wants to show it to you.  Go ahead and play with it and show it to everyone.”

Mrs. Ferguson speaks up.

“I don’t know Grace., That might be taking things too far.”

“I assure you Mrs. Ferguson, that unless Chase shows his stiffie off now, he’ll sit as his desk playing with himself, being a distraction to everyone.”

“Oh.  We can’t have that.  Okay, go ahead.”

“You heard Mrs. Ferguson.  Play with your thingy and make it grow.”

The she whispers in my ear.  “Unless you want me to let you jerk off in front of everyone?”

I don’t hesitate for a second.  I grab my dick and play with it and soon I have a full on stiffie of three and a half inches.  I just stand there letting everyone look at it.  The humiliation is horrible.

“Okay Chase.  Go sit at your desk.  Thank you Mrs. Ferguson.”

I sit down and thank the gods it’s finally over.  I hide my face in my hands, so I don’t have to look at anyone.  I stay this way until the bell rings to change classes. Instantly, Grace is right there beside me.

“What are you doing?  Why aren’t you going to your next class?”

“I’m taking you to your next class.”

“You don’t have to do that.  You’ll be late for your own class.”

“I’ve got a pass.  I’ll take you to all your classes today.”

“What?  Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?  To explain to everyone about my little brother and how he needs me to give him baths and he likes to run around the house naked and of course he enjoys playing with his peepee, so he can get a stiffie.”

I was about half out of my seat and I just fall back down on it.  I look up and it’s obvious that Mrs. Ferguson heard everything.  She’s wearing the slyest smile, that I’ve ever seen on a woman. Of course, I can’t just stay here, so I get up and follow Grace down the hall.  She is actually holding my hand like I’m a little kid.  When we get to my next class, instead of sitting down, we stay at the front of the class.  She talks with my teacher showing him her letter of authority and just like in home room, she tells everyone about me and makes me play with myself until I get a boner.  It’s only then I can go sit down and she leaves.  At the end of class, she’s waiting for me just outside the door and we repeat everything.  That’s how my entire day goes.  By the end of it, I’m so humiliated, that I can’t look anyone in the eye.  My Boy’s Nude Day is even worse than Edward’s was.  I’m just so glad it’s finally over.  Of course now I have to suffer Grace at home, but at least that is behind closed doors and not in public.

Except.  Soon kids from school start coming to visit.  They come to see me and Edward running around naked at home.  It’s like they don’t get enough of seeing naked boys at school, they have to come to my house to see me.  I can only hope this wears off soon and they get bored.

Seventh grade

My name is Gabriel Aubry.  I’m twelve-years-old and I’m in seventh grade.  Last Monday was the first ever Boy’s Nude Day and it both scared the heck out of me and exited me at the same time.  I got to see boys stripping naked on stage.  That was awesome to see.  It was also scary because it could have been me called to go up there.  I honestly don’t know how I’ll react when it’s my turn.  I sort of want to do it, but it scares me something terrible that people will see my private parts.  I’m sure all the girls will be happy to see me naked.  Oh, not like that.  Girls don’t see me like that.  They see me as a brother.  I’ve tried to get girls to see me as a boyfriend, but they just don’t.  I don’t know why.  I’d be a great boyfriend.  One girl actually told me, that it would be like dating her little brother. 

On the flip side to that.  The boys in my school see me as a sissy and tease me something terrible.  Some of it is because I don’t have a girlfriend, but most of it is because of the way I look and act.  I have long blond hair down to my shoulders.  I love it.  But they say it makes me look like a girl.  Thus that’s why they call me a girl.  A sissy girl.  Dad warned me that middle school was a blood sport and he’s right.  Every kid out there is out after someone else’s blood, so he doesn’t have to be the one bleeding.  The teasing is the worst in the showers after gym class.  My penis is only an inch and a half long when soft, and the other boys tease me something fierce about having such a small dick, and of course that just makes it shrink up even smaller.  The good thing is that in my gym class there are only twenty-five of us, so only twenty-four other boys see me naked.  If I get selected then the entire school is going to see me naked.  That’s scary for sure. But deep inside it’s also exciting.  I know it’s exciting because I’m having dreams at night about being a naked boy in school and I wake up with a boner.  Now, my boner is still small too.  It’s only three and a half inches, but I really like seeing it standing up and hard.  It feels awesome to play with, too.  So, I love having those dreams.

So, when this thing happens to me, I don’t know how I’m going to react.  I know I’m going to be really scared.  I also know, that I’m going to be really excited.  I don’t know which emotion is going to win out.  How badly will I be teased when everyone finally sees me naked?  I just don’t know.  It really has me worried.  It also has me hoping with anticipation and excitement.

I walk to school as normal, this Monday morning, happy to start a new week.  It’s only the second week of school and it’s still exciting for me.  Even through the teasing and stuff, I like school.  I get to home room and sit down.  Like every other boy, since the revelation of Boy’s Nude Day, we’re all anxious as we sit waiting for morning announcements.  I hear the sixth grade boy’s name announced.  Then the seventh grade boy’s name and it’s my name.  I don’t hear who the eighth grade boy is, because once my name’s called, my heart starts beating double fast, my eyes blur over and my hearing goes silent.  I’m totally in a haze of fear and excitement, battling against each other, inside me.

“Gabriel.  Gabriel.  Earth to Gabriel.”

“He’s totally freaked, Mr. Hardcore.”

“That’s enough Lincoln”

“But look at him, he’s being a total skazz.”

“Lincoln don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“Yes. Sir.”

“Gabriel.”

When I finally hear my name, I snap out of my weird haze.

“Yes.  Mr. Hardcore.  Did you say something?”

“Yes, Gabriel.  Your name was called.  You’ve been selected.”

“Really?  I don’t remember hearing it.”

“It was and you can begin removing your clothes now.”

Now.  Honestly, I don’t remember anything.  Everyone is staring at me, so I guess my name was called, but I sure don’t remember it. 

“Okay.  Do you want me to do it now?”

“Skazz, I’m telling you.”

“Lincoln.  Stand up and put your hands on top of your head.  You will stop calling people names.”

“Yes sir.”

I watch as Linc stands and does what he’s told, but at the same time he’s shooting daggers through me with his eyes.

“Yes, Gabriel.  Stand up and take your clothes off, please.”

“Okay.”

I stand up, still in some form of afterglow or haze or fog or something, because I hear and see things around me, but I can’t for the life of me quite figure out what’s happening.

I kick my sneakers off and then pull my socks off.  Without thinking I pick them up and carry them up front and put them on Mr. Hardcore’s desk and then return to my desk.  I reach up and pull my tee shirt off and take it to my teachers desk, returning to take my jeans off.  I unbuckle my belt and pull it out, and then carry it to my teacher’s desk.  I go back to my desk and unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper.  I slowly push my jeans down and with one hand on my desk for support, I pull one leg free at a time, and then carry them to put with the rest of my clothes. As I’m laying my jeans on top of my other clothes, I freeze in place.

I wake up to the sight of myself standing in front of the class in just my blue and white striped briefs.  I’m in my underpants in front of my classmates.  I instantly get a boner.  This is just like my dreams.  This has to be a dream.  One of those crazy, sexy dreams, that I’ve been having at night, which causes me to leave a wet spot in my undies.  This can’t be real.

I hear Mr. Hardcore tell me that I just earned an extra day for not taking my underwear off.  I just keep staring at my classmates waiting to wake up.

I hear him give me another day for stalling.  I also hear something about this being my last warning.  But it doesn’t really register.  I know, I’m in a dream and I’ll wake up sooner or later with that wet spot in my undies.

In my dream, I hear that yet another day is added to my naked days, but then I hear Suzie and Gina’s names being called and then they grab me and pull my underpants down to the floor and off.  I’m naked and I’m still in my fog.  I can’t wake up from this dream.  I should have woke up.  I feel myself being lifted and I’m being carried around the classroom stark naked with my two and a three-quarter inch boner sticking up. 

“Boner boy.”

“Sissy boy.”

“Look at his little boner.”

“He’s a girl with a dick.”

As I’m being carried around the classroom, everyone gets a close up look at my tiny boner.  I think some even touch it, but in my fog, I can’t be sure.  Too much is going on in this dream.

Just then my boner can’t take anymore of this and I feel it do something it hasn’t ever done before.  It squirts stuff out of it all over my belly. I just had a wet dream at school.

I instantly wake up to what is happening and where I am.  I just ejaculated for the very first time and I did it in front of all my classmates.  I had a daytime wet dream.  I’m trying to shrink into oblivion but with the girls holding me up in the air, I can’t escape.  All I can do is hang there by their arms, in shame and listen to the terrible names they’re calling me.

“Bonner boy.”

“Jack off boy.”

“Jerk off boy.”

And of course the old favorite.

“Sissy boy.”

After my penis squirts it shrinks to it’s normal size of one and a half inches.

“Where did sissy boy’s dick go.”

“It shrunk!”

“You can say that again.  My baby brother has a bigger dick than that.”

“See, he really is a sissy boy.  He’s dickless.”

“Okay class.  That’s enough.  We are supposed to let you kids have some fun humiliating boys on Boy’s Nude Day, but this is enough.  Set Gabriel down and take your seats. Everyone!  Not another word from anyone.”

I’m put back down on my own two feet and there I stand in the middle of everyone with this clear goop on my belly.  I ejaculated.  This is supposed to be a happy thing, not an embarrassing thing.  I just started puberty and I had to do it in front of everyone.  I so feel like crying.

“Gabriel, why don’t you come up here and get some tissue to clean up with. And then go take your seat.”

I walk up front and get some tissues, before walking back to my desk and sit down to clean all the goop off myself.  I make sure to not look at anyone, but I know they’re all watching me.  Once I have it mostly cleaned off, I burying my head into my hands and cry. I’m still holding the boy juice covered tissues in my hand; breathing in the aroma of my first orgasm.  I stay this way, until the bell rings. This was supposed to be a special occasion, not a freaking side show for my classmates to tease me even more.

“Gabriel, you can put that in here.”

I look up and everyone else has left.  My teacher is holding a waste can, so I dump the tissues in it. 

“I’m sorry for all of that Gabriel.  It’s obvious now that you were having a hard time dealing with all of this.  I’ll tell you what.  I’ll drop most of the extra days off your Boy’s Nude Day.  Unfortunately, you’ll have to do the extra day for not stripping as you were told to do.” 

“I understand Mr. Hardcore.  Thanks.”

“Here’s a tardy note, so you can stop by the boy’s room and clean the rest of that off, before going to your next class.  Now, you better be on your way.”

I leave and try to get past other students who are rushing now, so they aren’t late to class.  I wait outside the boy’s room, until the bell rings, before going in, just to make sure it’s empty.  I pull some paper towels out of the dispenser and wet them and begin cleaning my belly and dick.

Even though I’m thoroughly humiliated by what happened in home room, I’m also very happy.  I had a full on ejaculation.  Not just a dribble like in my night time dreams.  No, this was a full on squirt off.  I’m a man now.  How awesome is that?  Once clean, I walk to my next class being stopped by Samantha the hall monitor.  I show her my note and she writes something on the back side of it, before handing it back to me.  Before I turn to leave, she grabs my penis and plays with it, making it grow to full on boner.  Then she escorts me to my next class, continuing to play with my boner the whole way.

“In you go.”

I walk into class where Ms. Randal is writing assignments on the chalkboard.

“It’s boner boy.”

“Ya.  Jack off boy.”

“You going to jack off for us too?”

I hand the tardy slip to my teacher and turn to go sit at my desk.

“Wait a minute, Gabriel.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“It says on the back of your tardy slip, that if you get an erection, students are allowed to carry you around the class to see if you’ll ejaculate again.”

I go pale.  Samantha must have written that.

“Did you do this in home room?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Classmates carried you around and you ejaculated?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Well class, it looks like this is part of Gabriel’s Boy’s Nude Day, so will four girls come up here and pick Gabriel up and carry him around the room, so everyone can get a good look at his erection and maybe even play with it a little, before taking him to his desk.  Just one lap around the class though, because we have a serious lesson to do today.”

Before she even finishes, I’m back up in the air again and being carried from student to student, where they look at my boner and give it a few strokes.

Now, I’m totally new to the ins and outs of boners, but for some reason, I don’t get that feeling inside like I did in home room, so even though my dick is harder than anything and is a little sore from kids pulling on it, I don’t squirt, to everyone’s disappointed.

The same thing happens in my next class.  No squirting.  I have gym after that and coach doesn’t allow such foolishness as carrying me around, so no squirting there.  Next is lunch and I start off by sitting by myself, but soon my friends get up and come over to sit with me.  Ya, they ask a lot of questions, but it keeps others from getting to me to play with my dick.  Now, my friends take long good looks at it, but none of then touch it, which I thank them for over and over again.

Unfortunately, walking to my next class after lunch, my dick goes hard in the hallway and it won’t go back down.  I’m guessing, and it’s only a guess, because this is all new to me, but I’m guessing, that my dick got rested up and my stomach got full and now I have extra energy, that my dick wants to use.  You’ll have to let me know, if that makes any sense, as to why my dick all by itself has gotten really hard and won’t go back down.

I no sooner walk into class and the students that are already there are yelling out.

“Boner boy!”

“Sissy boy.”

“He wants to jack off for us.”

“Ya.  Carry him around.”

Now.  I haven’t been carrying that note around with me.  Heck no.  Each teacher, sends a new note to my next teacher by a classmate that is in that class with me also.  So, the first thing I’m asked by each teacher is, did I ejaculate in home room while being carried around the classroom?  Once they know that it’s true, I’m made to stand by the teachers desk until the bell rings and volunteers are selected to carry me around.  They’re always girls, who of course get to touch my boner before anyone else. 

Unlike the previous classes, my boner isn’t staying calm.  Even before the girls lift me up, while they’re playing with my boner, I feel that strange feeling inside me, like I felt in home room.  By the time I finish with the first row, I’m squirming in their hands, because I can feel something trying to get out.  I’m pretty sure everyone knows what’s happening.  Maybe some of the girls don’t but definitely the boys do.  I only make it to the middle of the third row before I’m bucking and then it happens.  Again without anyone touching my penis at the time.  I squirt up high into the air and it falls down on my belly, like last time, only this time I’m fully awake and get to see it happen.  If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone in class saw it too, I would be cheering.  But instead I feel so much shame at what I just did.  The girls finish carrying me around with my shrinking dick, goop all over me, and a red face that would make a tomato turn green with envy. 

They put me down at my desk where a box of tissues is sitting.  Evidently my teacher put those there while I was preoccupied.  I look up at her and try to smile but at least I give her a nod of thanks.  I sit down and try to clean myself up without drawing even more attention to myself.  Not much luck with that.  But I do try.

Again, after class my teacher hands me a tardy not and lets me know she did send a note on to my next teacher, but instead of saying to parade me around, she writes in the note that I’ve had enough, so give me a break when you can.  I get cleaned up in the boy’s room again. And when I walk into class, those same taunts and names are called out.  This teacher has already read the note sent by my last teacher.

“Gabriel.  Turn around, so everyone can see you.”

“Class.  Take a good look.  Here stands a naked boy.  It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked boy by now, with Boy’s Nude Day.  So, take your look and then leave it alone.  No name calling, no teasing.  We will have class without any disruptions.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes. Ma’am.”

With that, I take my seat and basically my Boy’s Nude day is over.  Yes, I have to stay naked until the end of school and kids do call me names and touch me out in the hall between classes, but not in class.  Each teacher has me stand up, so everyone gets their look and then I sit back down and we do the lesson for the day.

When the last bell rings, I go to the office and collect my clothes.  I’m told to come to the office tomorrow and strip naked for my extra day of  Boy’s Nude Day.

The thing is.  The next day, everyone has fresh meat to tease and make fun of, so they leave me alone.  I’m just another naked boy that is now, old news.



Eighth Grade


I so enjoyed last Monday’s Boy’s Nude Day where those boys had to strip naked on stage in front of everyone.  If it were up to me, I would have that happen everyday.  Those boys looked awesome naked.  I would too, but my name will never be selected.  All the teachers like me too much to ever put me through a Boy’s Nude Day.  Heck, I have the Principal and all the office staff wrapped around my little finger.  They all just think I’m the cutest and best every boy to ever grace Middleberry Middle School.  It’s not just the teachers either.  All the girl students love me.  Even the boys love me.  Heck, I think even straight boys would play around sexually with me if they got the chance.  I’m blessed with awesome looks.  I wear my blond hair just a little long, but without it touching my shoulders.  I don’t want the sissy boy look like a few boys at school are going for.  Nope, I like the surfer, cool boy look.  My naked body is to die for, although none of these losers will ever see it.

Yep, I’m the coolest thirteen-year-old this school has ever seen.  Well, I just turned thirteen this past weekend. I was a twelve-year-old, eighth grader just two days ago, but now I’m officially thirteen, like the other eighth graders.  I had half of the eighth grade class at my birthday pool party.  I so loved seeing the girls in their bikinis.  As for the boys, only the ones willing to wear a Speedo were allowed at my party.  It was written right on their invitations.  Prizes were given to the kids wearing the smallest swimsuits.  So, I got to see a lot of skin.  I of course was the highlight of the party, in my teenie-weenie, bright orange Speedo, with the most awesome bulge in the front.  To be honest, I did enhance my bugle just a little.  I had actually thought about having a nudist birthday party, but then I would have had to be naked too, and I really don’t want anyone seeing my boy junk.  I couldn’t really enhance it if it was all out there to see, either.  I mean, there isn’t anything wrong with it.  Heck no.  My two and a half inch penis is to die for, and when it bones up to its full four and a quarter inches, well it’s absolutely stunning.  I even have a nice little patch of pubes at the base of my awesome dick. But that part of me is private.  Just for me to enjoy.  It’s not meant for kids at school to ever see.  Nope, with my great looks and inside connections, I’ll never have to do Boy’s Nude Day.

I enjoyed all of last week.  I saw a lot of naked boys, that I would never have otherwise seen strutting around school in their birthday suits.  Heck, that is sort of funny.  They were wearing their birthday suits and I just had my birthday.  Then there were the boys that fought the whole thing.  As if they can fight the law.  They should have just conceded and went with it, but no, they had to have girls strip them and then escort them around school.  How humiliating.  I would never do that, but then I can say that, since I’ll never be put to the test.  Then there was Edward Warner.  We have the same home room and it was awesome seeing him taken down a peg.  He was becoming a rival for sure.  I doubt if any of the girls give him a second thought anymore.  I know the gay boys don’t, while I have to fight them off with a stick and I’m not even gay.  They, like everyone else, just love me for who I am, and of course my awesome looks.

At the end of school Friday, I receive a note stating that I’ll be working in the office all day Monday.  That I’m to report there right after home room.  Getting that note pretty well confirms that I’m totally safe from Boy’s Nude Day.  I so have the office staff in my pocket.  So, when I get to school, I walk into home room as happy as a boy that won the “Greatest Boy in America” trophy.  Nothing can ruin this awesome day.  No classes to go to.  I’ll be running errands for the office all day.  It doesn’t get any better than this.

Well there is possibly one thing that could ruin my mood.  Edward Warner.  He must have had a terrible weekend, because he’s looking so glum, his face could melt paint off a car.  The good thing is; I sit on the opposite side of the room, so I don’t have to look at him.  The problematic thing is; Gordon sits over here.  He’s not gay or at least I don’t think he’s gay, but he has a crush on me something fierce.  This thirteen-year-old boy is always touching me and chatting with me and basically being a puppy dog around me.

“Hi Jensen.  I heard about your birthday party.  It must have been so awesome.  Sorry I wasn’t there, but I guess my invitation got lost or something.”

I’m saved by the bell.  It rings and everyone takes their seats for roll call and announcements.  I so can’t wait for this class to be over, so I can go to the office for the day. I listen to the announcements as the sixth grader is announced and then the seventh grader and to my horror, my name is announced as the eighth grader.  But how?  I’m supposed to be exempt.  Especially today, when I’m going to be working in the office.  This has to be a mistake.  I look over at Edward, the only other kid in our home room to have had his Boy’s Nude Day and he’s smiling at me.  Smiling.  He wants someone else, anyone else to have his boy’s Nude Day, so he won’t be the only one.  I can even see some of that old rivalry.  He’s thinking this is going to bring me down, like it did him.  I sure hope not.  I look up at our home room teacher.  I’ve always liked Mrs. Crabtree and I know she likes me, because she takes every occasion she can to look upon my body with almost unveiled lust.  There has been times; I’m sure she was stripping me naked with her eyes.  Well, now she won’t have to use just her eyes.

“Class.  I’m thinking Jensen is so loved by us all, that he should come to the front of the class, so everyone has a better view of him stripping off his clothing.  What do you think?”

Cheers.  Cheers everywhere.

“You heard them Jensen, step up to the front of the class and remove those clothes, so we can see that gorgeous body of yours.”

What has gotten into her?  She’s being so open with her lust.  I look around and everyone seems to be lustful.  They weren’t like this for Edward.  Why for me?  I can’t do this.  I really can’t.  I know I should, but I can’t.  Everyone looks like a wolf ready to devour this sheep.  Even Edward of all people, looks as though he could devour me.

“Well girls.  It looks like we have a shy one here.  I need two volunteers.”

Hands go up all over the room.  Heck even boys are raising their hands.  Gordon is in the aisle jumping up and down yelling.

“Let me do it.  I’ll do it.  Pick me.”

“Christina and Angela.  Would you bring our reluctant lover boy up to the front of the class and remove his clothing, so that we can all see his magnificent naked body.”

I soon find myself being pulled to the front of the class.

“Okay girls, turn him around, so that he’s facing me.”

I find myself standing sideways to the class but standing directly facing my teacher, Mrs. Crabtree.  I’m guessing she wants to see everything first.

“Okay, one girl in front and one behind him.”

Christine chooses to be in front of me, which puts Angela behind me.

“Jensen.  Since you chose to be forcibly stripped by girls, one day is added to your Boy’s Nude Day. Girls, remove his clothes.”

Christina bends down to remove my shoes and socks.  She doesn’t even untie my sneakers but just lifts my foot and pulls them off along with its sock. 

Angela grabs the hem of my tee shirt and pulls it up and over my head.  As soon as its off, she walks over and places it on Mrs. Crabtree’s desk.

Christina removes my second shoe and sock, placing everything on my teachers desk.

I’m now barefoot and shirtless, and everyone is taking their time looking me over.

Christina stands up and runs her fingers down my bare chest to my jeans where she unbuckles my belt buckle and unbuttons my jeans and then my zipper goes down along with my jeans to the floor.  I step out of them, as she lifts each foot for me.

While she’s putting my jeans on the desk, Angela runs her fingers down my back to my underpants and then she takes hold of them and lowers them to the floor where she lifts each foot, so I can step out of them.  My underpants go to the desk with everything else.

I’m standing stark naked facing Mrs. Crabtree.  She’s staring at me with hungry eyes.

“Thank you girls you may be seated.”

As Christina turns to go sit down, she rubs my penis.  As Angela turns to go sit down she rubs my ass.

My dick twitches from the contact.  Please don’t get excited.  You can get through this. 

“Jensen, come and stand in front of me.”

I slowly move to where Mrs. Crabtree is sitting and stand within arms reach of her.

“Class.  A very important part, if not THE most important part about Boy’s Nude Day is to thoroughly humiliate the boy.  This is supposed to help him get control over his aggressive tendencies.  Now, since Jensen is such a cute boy and a boy I’m sure both girls and boys find attractive, I suggest we humiliate him by touching him all over his body.  Invade his personal space.  Rub his buttocks and his penis, as well as his scrotum.  Like this.”

I watch in horror, as Mrs. Crabtree takes hold of my dick and begins rubbing it with one hand and with the other, she rubs up and down my body.  She plays with my nips and makes them hard.  She sticks her finger inside my belly button and twirls it around.  She holds my balls and massages them.  It’s not long before I have a full boner of four and a quarter inches pointing up to the ceiling.

There’s absolutely no way that my penis wasn’t going to get excited by this.  It’s a losing cause to even think my dick is going to get through this unscathed.  There isn’t anything that could be possibly be more embarrassing than this.

“Ah.  Jensen you have the most sensual body.  I just love touching it.  But we need to share your humiliation.  Go and stand over there facing the class.”

I do as she says and everyone is staring at my boner.  Some kids have smiles and others grins and others are actually licking their lips.

“Okay, starting with the row by the door, stand in line in front of Jensen and take your turn, touching, feeling, rubbing and even smacking his butt.  Yes, a few light smacks with your hand to his bottom is okay.  But no smacking his penis.  His penis is too precious to cause damage there.”

I watch as the row of kids including Gordon stand and walk toward me.  Boys and girls play with my dick.  They play with my balls.  They rub all over my body and some even smack my ass.  I’m a human touchy-feely doll and everyone is enjoying playing with me.  My dick remains hard, even after Gordon makes me squirt right there in front of everyone.  That was absolutely humiliating to lose total control and squirt in front of everyone.  Gordon of course loved doing that to me. 

Row after row of kids get in line to play with me.  By the time the last of my classmates gets to me, my balls have recovered enough that I can feel that stirring again.  It’s Edward Warner that chances to be the classmate that has his turn, when my dick is primed and ready to shoot again.  Edward for some reason, which I have no idea what that reason could be, takes his sweet time inspecting my genitals.  He even runs his fingers through my small pubic bush over and over again.  It’s like he’s dreaming about what he doesn’t have or something.  All I know is with him slowly inspecting my dick, inch by inch, it gets too stimulated for me to hold it in and I squirt for a second time in less than an hour.  Edward even takes time to inspect my boy juice. To my surprise he wipes a little off my dick head and puts it in his mouth.  Edward tastes my sperms.  How weird is that?  Weird enough that I go red faced with embarrassment.

By the time the last girl has her turn with me, the bell rings.  My teacher hands me a note to give to the principal and I make a mad dash for the office.  Even though I’m naked, it has to be better in the office than in a classroom.

I walk in the office and the usually staff people are in there, except for one very voluptuous exception.  There behind the counter is someone new.  A woman.  A woman with the biggest breasts that I’ve ever seen.  Now, my dick just squirted two times last period, but taking one look at those three-quarter exposed breasts and my dick stands at attention again.

“Young man, may I help you?”

This bosumy woman is leaning over the counter looking at me.  Well looking at my boner most likely.

“May I help you young man?”  She repeats, since I’m frozen in place.

I’m looking right into her cavernous cleavage.

“I’m supposed to work here in the office today.”  I stutter out.

“Ah!  You must be Jensen.  I asked for you special, since I’ve been hearing so much about you.”

Now, I know how I got selected.  This bombshell, asked for me special.
“Well, don’t just stand there, come on around to this side of the counter.”

I no sooner get on her side, before she is touching me.

“You have nice soft skin.”

My dick is twitching and I know it doesn’t need relief yet again.  It’s obvious she can see it twitching because her hand slides down my body towards it.

“Oh!  I have this note for Principal Sanders.”

“Well, you had better take it in to her immediately.”

As I walk away, I feel my ass being pinched.  What the heck!

I walk into Principal Sander’s office and she looks up and motions for me to come on in.

“I have a note for you from Mrs. Crabtree.”

“Bring it around here.”

I do as I’m told.  She takes the note and begins reading it, while at the same time she fondles my penis and balls.  Soon I’m standing erect yet again.

It’s like I have a continuous boner, because no one will leave it alone.

“Jensen, it says here you ejaculated twice in Mrs. Crabtree’s class, is that correct?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Well that means you have another day added to your Boy’s Nude Day for making a mess in her classroom.  That makes two extra, correct?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Okay.  Go back out and report to Ms. Boubley.  She will keep you busy all day.  I’ll probably have a few messages for you to deliver to teachers later on.  Now, off with you.  Have a fun Nude Day.”

“Ms. Boubley.  Principal Sanders says I’m to report to you for my assignment.”

When I got away from Principal Sanders my penis started going down, but as soon as I’m “face to boobs” with Ms. Boubley, it springs right back up.  What is a boy to do?  How am I going to control my hormones if this keeps happening?

“For now, just cover the desk.  You can use that chair out there, so when people walk in they will see you first thing.  Then just ask them what they need and then let me know.”

She places her hand on my butt and guides me over to a chair beside Mrs. Sanders office directly opposite the main door.  So, anyone walking past the office, let alone in it, will see me sitting here stark naked.  She gives my ass a rub, before going back to her desk.

My ass isn’t a Genie’s lamp, that when you rub it you get three wishes. 

For the rest of the day this is my job, in the school office.  Ever so often, I am handed a note to take to a classroom. Where I hand it to the teacher and she plays with my dick while she reads it and then sends me back with their answer.  It doesn’t even seem to matter if it’s a female or male teacher.  They all play with my boy parts, right there in front of their class.

Close to the end of the period, a sixth grade boy walks in.

“May I help you.”

“He looks around the office nervously.  Then he whispers to me.”

“I was sent here to see Principal Sanders.”

“Jensen, what does the boy need?”

“He needs to see the principal.”

“Have him take a seat and then go and tell Principal Sanders, that a student is here to see her.”

“Yes. Ma’am.”

“Go ahead and sit over there.”

I knock and then walk into Principal Sander’s office.

“There’s a student here to see you.”

“Send him in.”

“You can go in now.”

I hear Principal Sanders tell him to close the door behind him.

About five minutes later, he sticks his head out and looks at me.

“Principal Sanders wants you to come in.”

I look over at Ms. Boubey and she’s smiling, as she nods for me to go.

I walk in the Principal’s office closing the door behind me.  The kid is sitting in a chair in front of the her desk, looking back at me, staring all up and down my naked body.

“Jensen stand over there please and be a witness to what poor Richard is about to receive.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I take my position.

“Okay Richard.  Stand up and move around the back of your chair.  That’s it.  Now drop your jeans and bend over the back of the chair.  Very well.  You may wish to take a firm grip on the arms of your chair.  You are getting three swats.”

Okay, first I’m surprised that any boy in Middle School still wears white briefs, especially to school.  Second, is he really going to be paddled?  I didn’t know that this school paddled boys.  But sure enough, Principal Sanders, takes a paddle out of her desk drawer and walks around to Richard and gives him a very solid smack to his undie-clad behind.  Shortly following that one, she gives him a second.  I can see tears forming in his eyes. I know she is smacking him hard just by the echoing sounds around the room.  Then she gives him the third smack that causes him to visibly cry.  She made him cry.  Right here in school.

“You can pull your jeans back up now and there are tissues on my desk to wipe your eyes with.”

I watch as Richard tries very hard to not make eye contact with me.  Even though I know he wants to look at my nakedness, the shame of being paddled at school and crying in school is too much for him.

“Jensen, come over here and stand beside me.  I’m filling out the disciplinary report for Richard and when I’m done you will print your name and initial it as the witness.”

While she is talking to me, she’s playing with my penis.  Richard can see everything.  His shame of being paddled suddenly disappears, as his fascination of seeing me fondled takes over.  I can’t get that report signed fast enough, because my penis is bone hard and I can feel it trying to make another mess.  Just as I’m about to reach that point of no return, she stops.

“Richard, you may go to the boy’s room and then return to the office to sit until the period is over.  Please do not mention to anyone what happened here today, or you might be back for a round two.  You don’t want that do you?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Then off you go.”

“Jensen, you heard what I told Richard.  One word from you about what you witnessed here and I’ll have you in here for a bare bottom paddling, even if your Nude Day is over.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am.  I won’t say a word.”

“Good boy.  Go and help Richard get himself pulled back together and then get back to your duties.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Now, I know that boys are indeed spanked at school, and why no one knows about it.  It’s way to shameful to ever tell anyone about it, in the first place.  Not like what you read in online stories about bragging about it, heck no, it’s a secret you don’t want anyone knowing about. Let alone getting more swats for blabbing about it. 

I walk out of her office and then the school office to go find Richard.  I find him in the boy’s room in a stall, crying softly.

“Richard.  May I come in?”

“I guess so.”

When I open the stall door, I find Richard sitting on the toilet, fully clothed, with tears running down his cheeks.

“That sounded like she really gave you what for.”

“Ya.  I hurt like the dickens.”

“You ain’t gotta worry.  I won’t tell no one about you getting paddled or you crying.  Heck, I would be crying too.”

“Thanks.  Um!  Why did you let her play with your dick?”

“It’s part of my Boy’s Nude Day.”

“Oh!  Does that mean anyone can play with it?”

“Why.  You wanna play with it?”

“Ya.  Sort of.  I’ve never touched another boy’s dick before.”

“I’ll tell you what.  I’m getting more and more used to people playing with my dick, I’ll let you play with it, if you’ll jerk it off for me, because Principal Sanders almost made me make a mess in her office.”

“Deal.”
Richard hops up off the toilet and I move up facing it and he tentatively takes hold of my dick and begins playing with it.  Almost instantly it pops a full boner.

“See.  It’s really horny right now, with so many people touching it.”

Richard just nods his head and strokes my dick, jerking me off in a matter of seconds.  I squirt all over the toilet and the back wall.

“Wow!  That was fast.”

“Ya. My dick has been played with constantly since home room when I had to get naked.  Sooner or later, I’m going to run out of sperms to squirt out.”

“Well.  I don’t have much, but I can squirt, so if you wanna jerk me off, it’s okay.”

Do I wanna jerk him off?  Not really.  But he just jerked me off, so I really should return the favor.  We switch places and he drops his jeans and briefs and I get to see his butt for the first time.  It is definitely a dark shade of pink.

“How bad is my ass?  I tried to see it in the mirrors above the sinks, but they’re too high up.”

“Pink dude.  Almost red, but not quite.  She really smacked you good.”

I reach over and begin playing with his little, one and a half inch penis.  It takes longer on him, but he eventually bones up.  A little longer and he starts humping and sure enough he squirts.  Not much but some.

Just then the bell rings, so he quickly pulls his clothes back up and we both leave the Boy’s Room, him going to his next class and me back to the office.

I never knew how many people come by the office between periods.  Three teachers walk in and every one of them come over and play with my dick, while they talk to Ms. Boubey.  Four students, come in to get passes and they all stare at my nakedness while Ms. Boubey writes their pass out.  She also gives them permission to fondle me while they wait and all of them do.  It’s a good thing Richard jerked me off in the Boy’s Room or I would for sure be making a mess on the floor.

I discover that every passing period is about the same.  Teachers and students come in for different reasons but they all get a good playtime with my penis.  The thing is, as the day progresses, I’m getting more and more used to it happening and I don’t get as many erections.  Now it could be because my balls are running on empty, but I tend to think it’s because, me being naked and played with, isn’t as embarrassing as it first was.

The next period I’m sent to the teacher’s lounge, where I hand-give a note to Mr. Carver.  As he reads the note, I look around and my home room teacher is sitting watching me.  Mr. Carver is also playing with my penis.
“Jensen.  Principal Sanders says that you made a mess in your home room class and I should give you a spanking.”

I glance over at Mrs. Crabtree and sure enough she’s smiling.  That must be what was in the note she had me deliver to Principal Sanders.

Before I can think, Mr. Carver guides me over his lap. Placing one hand around my boner and the other on my bubble ass.

“She says that a nice pink will be enough.”

Mr. Carver hand spanks me right there in front of other teachers while playing with my boner.  The combination of the two events cause me to make yet another mess.  When he’s done spanking me and lets me stand the mess is obvious.

“Looks like another naked day for you.”  Mrs. Crabtree announces to the delight of everyone.

“Jensen.  Report to Principal Sanders and show her your bottom and let her know you made another mess.”

So much for my balls being empty.  I have to admit though, I didn’t squirt very much.  Just enough to get me another naked day.  But to be honest, who cares at this point.  I might as well stay naked the rest of my life.

I leave the teacher’s lounge and stop at the Boy’s Room to wash my dick off before reporting to the principal.  When I do, she looks at my pink bottom and then lets me know, that I have  another day added.

This continues, until I have added enough days to cause me to have to be naked all week.  Then I’m not sent to any more classrooms or teachers.  At least not today. 

When the final bell rings, I’m really happy to put my clothes back on.  The other two naked boys seem to be happy to get dressed also.  We don’t talk.  We just get dressed and run away from school, as fast as we can.  It’s been the most humiliating day of my young life.  The thing is, by the end of the day, I was getting somewhat used to it.

On Tuesday, I go directly to the office and get undressed.  I’m told to wait there until after announcements.  I listen to the names of today’s Boy’s Nude Day being announced.  When announcements are over, After a few minutes, Ms. Boubey hands me a new schedule of classes.

“These are the classes you will attend today.  We have made sure none of these classes will have a nude boy in them, so you will be their star attraction.  Hand this note to the teacher when you get to class and then you will allow every student to touch you as much as they want for the entire class period.  You will then take the note to the next class on your schedule.  Do you have any questions?”

As embarrassing as this question is, I have to know the answer.

“Um.  I’m um.  You know.  Um. Going to you know.”

“Yes, we know.  You’re going to be making a mess.  No, it won’t add to your Nude Day.  Once the week is over, you are done with it.  Unless you skip school and then you’ll have another full week.”

“Thank goodness.  I was afraid I’d have to do this for the whole school year.  Don’t worry.  I ain’t skipping school.  I want this done.”

“Good boy.  Well get to the home room on your schedule and have fun.”

“It’s not going to be fun, it’s going to be downright embarrassing as heck.”

The thing is.  It’s not as embarrassing or as humiliating as it was when I first started.  I’m getting used to it and I’ve decided to just accept it.  Yes, it’s embarrassing, when each class starts playing with my junk, but that goes away fast, and now, I just let it happen.  If I make a mess, then I make a mess.  It is what it is.

So for the rest of the week, I stand naked in front of classrooms of all three grades and let them play with my dick as much as they want.  Yes, they touch me other places but we all know it’s my dick they want to touch the most.  I make a lot of messes.  I’m sure I’ve set the record for the number of times any boy has ejaculated in a week, anywhere in the world.  I’m just so happy when the week ends and it’s over.

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.

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