Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New April 18

[Jeepman89]

Embarrassing situation for Chad coming up!

[Trundle]

Very kind of Marie and her Mom to provide the art class with a live model to look at

Can't help but wonder where Bradley is during all this? Has he managed to avoid this particular humiliation ?

[superevil7]

The backdoor swings open. "Get dressed, Marie. My mom just drove up. You boys...you know what to do. Stay naked."

Dang, I was hoping the next part would open with Marie refusing to get dressed and confronting her mom.

[TeenFan]

The backdoor swings open. "Get dressed, Marie. My mom just drove up. You boys...you know what to do. Stay naked."

Dang, I was hoping the next part would open with Marie refusing to get dressed and confronting her mom.

There is a confrontation coming...with a unique twist on the "Get dressed, Marie."

I needed to move on with the current Art Project theme, before getting deeper into Marie's developing rebelliousness.

[superevil7]

There is a confrontation coming...with a unique twist on the "Get dressed, Marie."

I needed to move on with the current Art Project theme, before getting deeper into Marie's developing rebelliousness.

Don't worry. I know this is an ENM story. I was just being rebellious, lol

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 29. Artistic Expression


It was the first time my mom had come into one of my classes when it was in session. There isn't much reason for a parent to make an
appearance under normal circumstances. My mom was there for two reasons. While I did the first part of my presentation, somebody had to
make sure Chad stayed right outside the door. Without supervision, without mom waiting there with him, he most likely would have split the
scene. The second reason was to reassure the teacher that Chad's participation had parental approval. Chad was about to do something even
an art teacher might have prevented, intervening just as it began.

As Chad got up on the chair, got positioned standing facing toward the students, I glanced over to see mom speaking into Mrs. Wadsworth's
ear. I doubt what happened during the final part of my art project would have been allowed if mom was not there, as I could see the expression
of amazement and shock go across the teachers face when Chad took off the robe he had on.

The room was all a twitter, a humming buzz of whispered voices when Chad got up on the chair to face everyone. The whispers turned to
gasps and easily heard exhalations when he untied the robe.

"What is he doing?"
"Why is he standing up there?"
"Who is that kid?"

Then the robe is untied, Chad letting it drop to the floor.

"What the fuhhh..."
"Shit, he's naked."
"Wow, didn't see that coming."
"Ha ha...I know him."

A third of the class was saying something, one third of them were laughing, and the rest only stared, slack-jawed.

"Class...class settle down." Mrs. Wadsworth got into teacher mode, and she stepped toward the middle of the room, placing her next
to me, putting her close to Chad. With him standing on the chair, my brother and teacher were at the same height. "Be quiet now...okay,
we have a special guest today. Marie's brother has courageously volunteered to help out with her project. Be nice, be kind, and pay attention
to what she says. Okay Marie, you may continue. Tell them what you want them to do."

I thought it was quite obvious, but I still had to tell my classmates what they were expected to do. It was real simple. Just draw the model
you see standing up on the chair.

"I prefer that you guys be as realistic as possible," I told them, hoping they were paying attention to me. They were all paying close attention
to the undressed male model before them, even the boys in the class. None of them were looking away. "If you want to go into something
surrealistic...I guess that is okay. But no stick figures. That's a bunch of crap."

It was really quite easy on my part. I didn't have anything to do. I wasn't making a drawing, and so I began to wander around the class,
taking a looksie here, making a suggestion there. I was amazed there were a few girls who ended up leaving the genitalia missing from their
sketch. There were a few who drew an obscenely large penis on my brother, even though he wasn't erect, and he certainly doesn't have a
gigantic one.

One boy, a cute half-Japanese kid named Sakai, had an interpretation that was amazing. In this guy's drawing, my eleven year old brother was transformed into a batman. A boy with a batlike face and ears, and his arms were wings with claws. The penis on the batman sketch was long
and pointed like an arrow. I thought that was so cool, and wanted to discuss it with Sakai, maybe invite him over to do drawings with me.
For the first time I got enthusiastic about painting.

Chad had a glum expression glued to his face. But some encouraging words from Mrs. Wadsworth got him to at least try to put a smile on it.
The fake grin was not very convincing that he was having a good time.

"Why doesn't he get excited...like your other brother?"

My mom laughed at the question. Chad only scowled for a moment, but then tried his best to smile at the class. Maybe the teacher had an
answer, but she didn't volunteer it. I sort of knew a reason why. I figured it was because Chad just wasn't able to pop those boners that were troublesome to kids a little older than him. If it was Bradley, and I did try to get Bradley to volunteer to appear with Chad, I suspect the older brother might have gotten a pop up of the weenie, and that is why he vehemently refused to join in.

One girl raised her hand. Since it was my project I naturally called on her to speak. The girl wanted to know if it was possible to get a closer
look.

"Can I please go up there and look at him. There is uhhh, um...one part I'm not sure how to draw."

I had no problem with it, and neither did Mrs. Wadsworth. Several girls went up to do a closer inspection. Not surprisingly each focused
on the way the penis angles outward, or how the ballsack is rounded, how much it hangs down from underneath the penis. Not wanting to be
left out, my mom asked the little blond girl, named Cora, what she was most curious about.

"I want to get the pattern of his skin right on the scrotum," the girl admitted. "It looks smooth from a distance, but wrinkly up close. I had
no idea I'd be able to see little red veins on that skin. Wow...I can't wait for sex ed class. Can he be a model for that too?"

"Can we get her big brother for that sex ed class?" And this was actually applauded by several students.

Mrs. Wadsworth took over, saying she could not guarantee there will be another appearance of a nude male model, for art or for any other
class. "This is an unexpected development. I don't know if it will be allowed again."

"We didn't exactly ask for permission, ha ha," I admitted, and this made a lot of the class laugh.

"I can't wait to tell my friends," one of the students said, and this got many other kids nodding their heads.

Chad wasn't' laughing. He glared at me at times, when he looked anybody in the eyes. His fake grin face was funny, but also made me sad.
I looked at how other students kept grinning back at him, smiling while doing their drawing. It will soon be heard all over the school that Chad,
the brother of Marie, had posed naked in class. I realized it could cause him to be picked on for a long time, something I hadn't thought about.
All I wanted was a good grade.

Chad looked so lonely standing up front on the chair, even though he was being looked at by so many. His naked form came across to me as
vulnerable, and in a way I could sense the exploitation. But I couldn't really take the blame, as it was mom's idea to have Chad himself be the
replacement of the damaged, disfigured, or whatever you want to call it ruined portrait of Chad. Mom was still calling the shots here.
Chad had no choice but to try to grin and bare it.

[NickTwisp]

The naked in school in front of your classmates is the supreme embarrassment a kid could endure. In this case Chad is slightly younger than the class drawing him. But the details will swiftly filter back to his own classmates.

IMO the best chapter of this really well-written story!

[Trundle]

Another very good update.

Again, nice to see Marie have sympathy for her poor brother having to stand naked in Art class. She still enjoys it I think and wouldn't want to put a stop to it but she does seem to side with her brothers a little.

Loved the suggestion of Bradley being used for the Sex Ed class. I'm shocked Mom allowed him to refuse to model for the art class, surely she won't allow him to refuse to be model for another class? I hope we see that, I have a feeling Bradley won't be able to control his penis as well as Chad did here...

[TeenFan]

Loved the suggestion of Bradley being used for the Sex Ed class. I'm shocked Mom allowed him to refuse to model for the art class, surely she won't allow him to refuse to be model for another class? I hope we see that, I have a feeling Bradley won't be able to control his penis as well as Chad did here...

The older brother is at the High School. It would cause mom to make an extra trip to the school to pick Bradley up. How does mom respond
when asked, "And what is the reason why you need to pull Bradley from school today?"

Mom doesn't fight hard when her older son doesn't want to be there. There are other plans for dear ol Bradley. His birthday is coming up
soon. Fifteen will be a special year for him.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 30. The Triple B


The blowup at school, after the art presentations in class, was swift and extensive. As expected, it didn't take long for everyone to know
what happened. Then a couple days later there was a substitute teacher in Mrs. Wadsworth's art class. Rumor had it she was given some
time off while the incident was investigated by the school administration. Some parents heard about the drawing of a nude model in
class, and several complaints had been phoned in, with threat of a lawsuit.

I was amazed there was such a ruckus about it. Why would anyone complain?

In the end, Mrs. Wadsworth was back after missing two days. In the end the lawyers representing the school found no restrictions or regulation
prohibiting the use of a nude model in an art class. However, there was intent to write in such regulations to prevent it from happening again.

So it was true, the times they were a changing. Public nudity caused concerned parents to protest.

My mom sometimes spoke of the days when the public beaches were populated by young boys, and sometimes girls, who ran around nude
along the surf. She said a naked kid could be seen playing in the playground at the local park. Most of the time these kids were no older than
ten. It was at swimming holes along small rivers near every small town in American where the big boys could gather to have fun free of clothes.

My mom told us one evening that Dorthea and a couple other parents were planning a trip out to the country. It was to be a nice weekend
of camping for the family. Mom was excited about it, and she rushed off to buy a new tent from the Army/Navy story, which was a popular
place to get equipment for doing outdoor activities. This new tent was for me and mom, one of those dome tents. Bradley and Chad would have
to do with the old one we got years earlier, something called a pup tent.

What I didn't know until after we got to the river was the gathering was part of the Boys Be Bare organization. I heard mom talking
about something she called triple B, but I had no idea what it was. Camping is something we rarely did, so even Bradley was excited about
doing something new. He wasn't told this would be combined with something that was becoming old. Mom didn't tell him much,
probably to keep my older brother from complaining during the drive out of town.

* * * * *

The location was on private property. A rancher had plenty of acres, and some were turned into a camping ground next to a small river
that flowed along the edge of the property. Five tent sites were available, each with a covered picnic table on a concrete slab. Five sets of
families gathered together for two days of cool swimming, frisbee football in a cleared field, bonfires at night, and all sorts of organized
games and competitions.

At the picnic table next to us I saw a mom and two girls, one who looked my age, and one who is an older teen. I also saw a guy in his
forties, so I assumed it was the dad. Not every camping spot had vehicles parked next to them. Not everyone had arrived yet.

Bradley and Chad were eager to have some good old-fashioned fun. They were enthusiastically unloading cooking and camping gear out of the
trunk when Chad spotted a naked boy walking nearby. I looked over and was immediately pleased with what I saw. It was a tall and slender guy
who was older than Bradley. He was freaking tall from my little girl perspective, maybe six feet tall. Long of limbs and long of dong,
his penis swayed back and forth like a slithering snake as he hurried up to greet us. I was also impressed with his wavy long blond hair.
He looked like a surfing beach bum, but without the board shorts. I was immediately in love.

"Need any help getting your gear unloaded? You have any questions you can ask me. This is the third time I've been here, so I know where
everything is. My name is Wilfred," he said, holding out his hand.

Bradley looked over at mom, who had come around the car to shake hands with the lanky and well-tanned teen. "Ah...mom?...why is
he naked?"