Vignettes of Californium, Part VIII -- Young Mr. Californium

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Sofia Townsend answered her phone. The caller was her and her family’s longtime friend, Vanessa Langford. She was calling about going to an event called the Young Mr. Californium competition. After describing what she knew about it, she added one more thing. “And we’ll also have someone to root for. I induced your brother to enter it!” (Albeit with some reluctance from his part; he considered himself to be in good but not exceptional physical shape, so he had no expectations of winning.)

It was now the evening of the competition, which was actually only a regional qualifier for the main event. Thanks largely to Vanessa’s efforts, a sizable contingent had come out to support Clayton: Townsends, Langfords, and friends of at least one family member, such as several of Sofia’s female friends who were coming just as much to be gazing at the male bodies as to root for Clayton. Upon arriving at the auditorium where the event was taking place, Clayton headed to the contestants’ entrance while everyone else went to get entrance tickets.

After checking in and getting ready, Clayton was put in a line with the other contestants, who numbered twenty five in all. Since it was in alphabetical order by last name, he was near the back; only two others stood behind him. They were all between the ages of sixteen and nineteen, the age range for the “young” division; those aged twenty and up would be in the regular Mr. Californium competition.

The Mr. Californium competition was a recent offshoot -- started just two years before -- of the much older Miss Californium. To induce girls to enter, the latter offered substantial cash and scholarship prizes. It also placed significant emphasis on the talent portion of the competition. The organizers, however, believed that none of that would be necessary to get males to enter, and so far their surmisal had been correct, so their focus was on attracting ticketgoers. Consequently, prizes for the Mr. Californium versions were minimal, and contestants were judged on one thing only -- their physical bodies and how they displayed them. And while the junior level of Miss Californium had dispensed with the swimsuit part of the competition several years earlier (the main Miss Californium event still had it, but the suits now covered the entire torso), the Mr. Californium contestants would have been substantially overdressed in swimsuits – they competed naked from start to finish.

While they waited in line, Clayton chatted with the contestants on either side of him. The one in front was named Mark, he was 17 and a high school senior. He said that after a little initial hesitation he had become “hooked” on CFNM and loved being naked in front of females as much as possible, the more the better. He had entered the event the previous year as well. The one behind him was named Antonio, who had several things in common with Clayton: they were the same age, both college freshmen, and like Clayton he had signed up largely because his sister had talked him into it, promising to bring a contingent of friends down to cheer him on. As with Clayton, talking him into it hadn’t proven all that difficult.

The host, a woman in her mid-thirties, clad in a highly jeweled wide-sleeved blouse and bright scarlet trousers, came and gave them a briefing of what would happen once they were sent on stage. The first part consisted of performing exercises. Since there had not been any rehearsal, a loudspeaker would announce what they were to do, including taking breaks. Each one was handed a jump rope, which would be the first exercise. When the end of that part of the competition was announced, they were to re-form the line and, on cue, march back offstage. The stage had 25 numbers on it; they would do their exercises at their assigned number, which was their position in the line. Clayton’s was 23.

Clayton heard the host in the auditorium welcoming the audience and introducing the competition. As she said, “And please give a warm welcome to our contestants!”, the attendant in front of the line started waving them go onto the stage. The contestant in front of Clayton stopped on the number 22, and he saw the 23 nearby. When everyone was in place, a young woman in yoga pants and a naked man came out to the front of the stage and led them through a series of warmup stretches. Then came the first exercise: squat thrusts. Since not everyone knew it, the two in front led it: from a standing position, they dropped down, kicked their feet out behind them, pulled their feet back in, and jumped back up. They repeated that ten times in all. When that was done, the two of them jogged off.

A voice over the loudspeaker took over and announced that they needed to do push-ups. As Clayton raised and lowered his body, he came to the realization that these exercises had been chosen to display plenty of dangling, swinging, and bouncing penises and balls to hold viewers’ attention. And he came to another realization: he wanted all those viewers to be viewing him. Accordingly, at the end of every few push-ups he rocked his body back and forth to give his genitals some extra motion.

The push-ups proved to be something of an issue for those competitors who had achieved at least a partial state of erection. Some came down on their penis heads like a stilt and stopped there. Others used their hand to sweep their penises into a more horizontal position so that they could do more complete push-ups.

After the push-ups were completed, they were told to run in place.

Finally, over the loudspeaker came the call for the pièce de resistance of the exercise segment – jumping jacks. The mainly female audience was quickly mesmerized by the sight of twenty five penises wildly flopping, swinging, and gyrating up and down on stage. Yet such was the hold that CFNM had that few of the 25 felt embarrassment. Most of them felt as Clayton did, wanting as many women in the audience as possible to watch them carry out the exercise. As a result, nearly all of those penises became stiffer and stiffer, further increasing the excitement for both those on stage and in the audience.

When the exercises were completed, the contestants headed back backstage. There followed a break of about 20 minutes before the next part of the competition began. It gave the contestants a chance to cool off, dry themselves off if necessary, and also for their erections to subside, which was necessary for the start of the next part.

At the end of the break, the contestants were asked to line up in the same order that they were in before. The host explained what was going to happen next. This time, contestants would be called onto the stage one at a time, and there would only be two of them on stage at any one time. Each of them would be directed to one side or the other where two of the judges would be waiting for them. First there would be a short question-and-answer session. “Don’t worry too much about this,” said the host. “The questions aren’t meant to be challenging, and you really aren’t being judged on your answers. It’s really intended as an ice breaker, a getting-to-know-you-better.” Then they would be examined by the judges; the host didn’t explain what that meant.

Since Clayton was number 23, that meant a long wait backstage before his name was called. In the meantime, he got into conversation with some of the other contestants. One of them was Aaron, the youngest contestant there having turned the minimum age of 16 just a couple of weeks earlier. He had no sisters at home, only a brother, but began to talk about his experiences with a girl next door named Rachelle. Four years earlier, she had begun to show a desire to see him naked and started asking him to take his clothes off. Sometimes he had yielded, albeit reluctantly.

Then one day, or so it seemed to him, puberty hit. The next time he saw Rachelle was maybe a week after he first started feeling different. He still didn’t feel all that enthusiastic about stripping naked for her, but that night when he went to be something clicked in his brain and thinking about the experience caused him to masturbate for the first time. Like crazy. The next day he went next door, rang the doorbell, and asked to speak to Rachelle. When she came to the door, she found him naked. He said that he was ready to be naked for her as much as she wanted. From that day forward, they had been best friends (and not long ago had become boyfriend and girlfriend). “I know that when my name is called, she’ll cheer for me like crazy out there.” At the same time, he had started going naked all of the time and home, and he and Rachelle soon had his brother (two years older) joining in. And not long afterwards, his mother had gotten his father to make it an all-CFNM household.

He added that for all of the times that Rachelle had seen him naked, he had never once seen her in anything less than a one-piece bathing suit. The others all nodded, saying that their own experiences were much the same. “It all comes down to one thing,” said Clayton. “Guys want to be naked now and girls don’t.”

Eventually, Clayton found himself at the front of the line and received instructions as to what to do when his name was called. A few minutes later, he heard “Next out on the stage, please welcome contestant 23, Clayton Townsend!” He heard applause as he stepped out onto the stage and a loud cheering from one part of the audience.

He headed over to an empty table with two pretty young women, not much older than himself, noticing as he did so that contestant 22 was on the other side of the stage with two other young women. “Hello Clayton,” one of the two women at his table said. “As you heard earlier we’re going to start by asking you some questions. First, how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“What is your city of residence?”

“Fairmont.”

“Are you a student? If so, what school are you attending and what grade level?”

“Yes, I am a freshman at the main campus of the University of Californium.”

“Do you have a major?”

“Not yet.”

“Do you have siblings? How old?”

“Yes, I have two sisters and one brother. The girls are 21 and 14, and the boy is age four.”

“How long have you been going naked? What was your first experience at being naked in public?”

“A little over five years. My first time in public was at a beach, but there weren’t a lot of people there that day so that made it easier to get accustomed to it. It was a large group, and it was the first experience for my whole family.”

“What is your attitude towards CFNM?”

“I do remember what life was like before, and I would not want to go back to that. And to ever see either of my sisters undressed, it wouldn’t feel right.”

“OK, we’re going to do an examination on you now. It’s good that you’re not erect now, because we’ll start by measuring the length of your penis when not in an erect state.”

They now began looking and feeling over his entire body, one of the women doing the examination while the other sat at the table entering results into a computer. It included actions like using a measuring tape to measure all the way around his chest area as well as feeling some areas for muscularity or firmness. The feel of the woman’s soft hands all over his naked body facilitated another one of the measurements – length of the penis while erect. (The regular Mr. Californium competition placed even more emphasis on those body parts, as there were prizes for “best genitals” and “best butt”.)



“Sorry you didn’t win”, Vanessa said to him afterwards.

“No, but I made the final. That’s something.” Although the main procedure for the finalists wasn’t anything significantly different – each contestant went through the examination process a second time with the other two women, the four of whom were, in fact, the judges. He wondered also if what he did during the push-ups was part of the reason that he made the final.

[Jeepman89]

I really enjoyed this. Great job.

[TeenFan]

That's the way all Junior and High School PE classes should be done.