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Wilfred, the friendly and studly member of the Boys Be Bare group.
Little Marie will have lots more to look at than her two brothers this time.

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"Where is that bottle of sunscreen?" Marie asks her mom.

Yup, Wilfred is not at all embarrassed that everyone is seeing him naked.

Two of my Uncles used to tell stories of guys skinny dipping in the lakes and streams of rural Georgia in the 1950s & '60s. They claimed it wasn't even that much of an issue of some if their female classmates showed up at the 'ole swimming hole and witnessed their nudity. Probably still goes on but much less common now than it was years ago. The premise that they weren't at all concerned about being seen naked by classmates always sounded dubious to me but that was the claim.

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 31. The Families Arrive


We didn't need any help unloading the car, or getting the tents set up. My brothers were perfectly capable of doing these necessary things.
Mom was very appreciative of the offer of help from the slender, nicely muscled Wilfred, and while mom was interested in what the schedule
of events was to be, I was most appreciative of Wilfred's fabulous legs and curvy butt. He didn't have any tan line going across the lower
hips or upper thighs. The skin tone on the tall teen's rear end was just about as golden brown as his chest. My eyes must have ogled him all
over from head to toes a dozen times while he told mom when the bonfire gets started, what direction the bathroom facility was, and how
many "contestants" were expected.

I barely heard a word that Wilfred said, as I my mind was elsewhere. Wilfred shook hands with my mom when he first stepped up to
our car. He shook hands with Bradley and Chad. When it came to my turn I stuck out my hand, then froze in horror when I realized my arm
was not angled up high enough. My hand was sticking out as if reaching for Wilfred's penis. OH Horrors...was I actually signaling I wanted to
shake his dick, did I subconsciously get caught wanting to grab it?

Instead of grabbing my hand, Wilfred moved in close and he hugged me, wrapping his long arms around me. My hands found the lower part
of his back, and I had to resist the compulsion to let my hands slide down a little lower. I earnestly desired to feel the shape and firmness of
that magnificent pair of gluteus maximus muscles. My fingers itched to explore down into the crevice between those ass cheeks. Well dang
it...I was starting to think like a little pervert. Never before did I have such thoughts, but never before had I seen any other boys naked, not
like this.

For "contestants", Wilfred said it was worked out there will be twelve in all, and that my brothers could be a team if they wanted to, or they
could choose other game buddies to work with. Bradley quietly listened to all of this as he and Chad got the gear out of the car. He looked
dubious, as if the talk of games and competitions was something to be worried about. Chad looked a little more comfortable if not exactly
eager. Meeting a whole bunch of people was expected, but until now neither I nor my brothers suspected any of this would be done with
no clothes on.

"You guys aren't expecting us to do this like a bunch of crazy nudists are you?' Bradley asks. He asks the question, though we all seemed to
sense what the answers are.

"All scheduled contests are done naturally attired. Everything else is wear what you want...or what your mom allows you to wear," Wilfred said
the last part while looking at my mother.

Wilfred thanked us for coming. I thanked him for being so gorgeous (in my mind). I could barely get any words out as his pretty blue eyes
sucked me in and made my thoughts a silly jumble.

* * * * *

By the time the sun started to go down all the other families and friends arrived. There are five picnic bench camping lots, and each one
has two or three cars parked near them. Soon there were people walking around everywhere. It was obvious the number of contestants
will be dwarfed by the number of family and friends there to support these contestants.

Only boys will take part in the games, ten events in all like a Decathlon. I was curious what was going to happen, and wanted to get a look
at my brother's competitors. Each time a car pulled into the area, I slipped away from my campsite to check on who climbed out of those
vehicles. I could tell the contestants from the watchers easily, as only the boys were singled out for this. Wilfred didn't mention a thing as to
what these boys will be doing starting tomorrow morning. He said some of the events happen each time the group gathers, but some new ones
are devised and kept secret, and even he was not privy to what these secret events were to be. Asking around I was able to get some clues
as to what events will most likely go down during the two days of fun and games.

Some of the known scheduled events will be:
Two person sack race
Wheelbarrow race
Egg toss
Two on two badminton
Frisbee Football with six player teams

The rest of the events were unknown, and nobody would talk about what happened during previous gatherings of the Boys Be Bare association.

Not every car that pulled up was a family with a male contestant. Many of the cars were camper vans, mini-vans, and even super long
RVs from which a small horde of girls exited, all from my age of twelve up to eighteen. Other than the parents and adult relatives, all those
participating or watching were in middle school or high school.

As this gathering took place, Wilfred was the only one to greet each vehicle. He was the only naked boy. As tents are set up, cooking getting
going on the barbecue grills, everyone has their clothes on. It looked odd to me to see the lone teen sauntering from once campsite to another,
greeting people and checking off names on a list. I guessed Wilfred must be the son of the person in charge, and this made the lovely to look
at lanky teen the senior boy in charge.

A loud whistle blew, followed by an announcement spoken over a megaphone. "All boys please report to the official scorer's tent."

This camping retreat sounds delightful!

I cannot wait to read about the boys reactions when they realise they're going to have to be naked during these activities. And if final say is with their Mom I imagine they may be naked the entire time, not just during the events. We shall see

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 32. Do As the Romans Do


My brother Bradley suddenly looked nervous after hearing the announcement. Up to this point everything was similar to a regular
camping trip, the main exception of seeing a tall teen wandering about being the information desk clerk without a desk, or clothes.
All boys are to report to the scorer's tent, but not surprisingly, both Bradley and Chad stood their ground, awaiting confirmation the
order does indeed apply to them.

"Are we supposed to go to that tent over there?" Chad asks, looking over at mom.

"Don't worry. I'm going with you. And you can come along, Marie. Let's find out how this show gets going."

As a family unit we drop what we are doing, and head over to the large tent. I could see several other families doing the same. Most of the
boys looked just as apprehensive as my brothers. I figured the nervous ones must be like us, here for the first time. I spotted a couple bigger
boys who seemed to know what's going on, and I recalled hearing from Wilfred, our friendly helper, that he had been here three times. Is that
three years in a row I wondered, or three times in a shorter span? So many questions but few answers at this point.

Inside the tent there were several rows of folding chairs, all facing a slightly raised stage with a desk on it, along with a large whiteboard.
It was the whiteboard that got my attention. There were names written down on the board at the left side. A grid pattern took up
the rest of the board. I quickly scanned the names and saw Bradley and Chad written down on a list that's in alphabetical order.

At the table is a seated woman and I recognized her immediately.

"Oh look there. It's Dorthea," I shouted at mom as I grabbed her hand. "You are right. She did come. But why is she sitting there?"

My mom laughed, and she seemed glad to be able to talk, when she had been hush hush about any details concerning this gathering of
campers. My brothers and I had tried for days to get a word out of her, and now that we are here she can tell everything she knows.

"Dorthea is the treasurer and records keeper for the Triple B association. She is the one who told me about it. Together, she and I...well...
with some help from Delilah, we worked hard to get you guys ready for this."

We stepped up onto the stage. Dorthea spotted us right away, and she waved at us, a big smile on her face. Each family took their turn
standing at the desk. The mom, or for some it could be an aunt, stood with each boy as the contestant signed his name on a sheet of paper.
I recalled hearing it was to be twelve contestants. I scanned the whiteboard, this time counting the names and it came to a dozen.

Finally, we got to the front of the line. Dorthea placed two sheets of paper in front of us, and she went over the basic idea of the agreements.

"This first sheet is an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement. The first rule of the Triple B is that nobody talks to anybody about the Triple B.
And that includes you kids. Don't talk to anybody at school about this. We'll deny anything you say, and you won't be able to prove it. Cameras
are not allowed. This contract also shows that each of you participate willingly...and if there happen to be any injuries, the Triple
B is not responsible."

My mom signed her name first. Then Bradley and Chad signed their names. We then took seats and waited for whatever came next.
We didn't have to wait long. Everyone turned to look when an older teen girl entered with Wilfred. They were carrying a large wooden
box, and the way they were straining I could tell it had some weight to it. Of course I noticed the still naked Wilfred, then I noticed and
recognized the girl helping him. It was Delilah. So that made sense, if the mom is the treasurer and records keeper, then the daughter
would be here to help out too.

The wooden box, which was several feet wide and two feet in height, was placed down at one corner of the stage. Wilfred pulled up the
lid, then he took out a shield. Two women also came into the tent and they placed a box next to the first. Inside this box was a uniform
for each of the contestants. The twelve boys will get to dress up as gladiators.

"Okay boys, contestants you get to wear this for the ceremonial beginning tonight at the bonfire. You may wear this for the next two
days, except during competition events, when swimming in the river, and when you are told by anyone in authority you must take it off."

A uniform and shield are handed to each of the twelve. When Bradley got into his costume he looked like this...

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But that is getting ahead of myself. All of the contestants were told to remove all of their clothing. Everything had to come off. Some of
the boys, the more experienced ones, wasted no time in stripping down. Others were not so quick on the draw, not so eager to remove their
regular clothing. After all, there were many women and girls inside the large tent. I could see there was going to be a potential problem.
What happens if Bradley refused to participate. My brother looked around the tent, saw that most of the other boys were getting into the
gladiator outfit.

"What the fuck. When in Rome...do as the Romans do," he said after pulling his t-shirt off.

When in Rome says Bradley. Is he getting acclimated to taking his clothes off in front of people? I hope he's not over that feeling of embarrassment yet, I do enjoy reading about how red his face goes when he has to strip off.

Maybe he thinks he can get the outfit for the rest of the trip, I notice though if someone in authority tells him to take it off he has to. I'm guessing Dorthea is a person of authority , I wonder what she tells Bradley to do...

Bradley also might be less resistant to getting naked in front of all those women if the other boys present are also stripping to nothing.

I'm just imagining the 'boner problem' I would have had at a nudist resort at that age. In fact, I was lucky if I made it through our post-run track team showers without getting some wood.

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 33. Inspection


With so many cute guys taking their clothes off I felt like I was spinning. I was spinning, going round and round, looking at one athletic
boy taking off his jeans, then glancing over at a muscular one slipping off boxer briefs. There was so much going on I wished it could slow
down. Each of the twelve boys were getting into their gladiator uniforms quickly, but that isn't fully true since one boy was already naked.
Wilfred has been naked since I arrived at this camping grounds, seen by everybody here. Wilfred took his sweet time in getting into the
leather chest piece, the leather skirt, and finally the weird sandals that had straps connected to shin guards. The uniform was not that
quick or easy to put on, nothing at all like how slipping on a t-shirt and shorts takes less than a minute.

Other than Wilfred and some of the older teens, most of the guys seemed to have some level of being scared or ashamed. I can use my
brothers as examples. Both of them covered themselves the best they could after pulling off their underwear. Each of them glanced around
the tent, and the very interested faces of the dozen or so women and girls there must have been difficult to deal with.

Up to now, my brothers had been naked in front of family (me and mom), friends (Dorthea and Delilah), a few members of the sewing
club, and some random strangers in a KFC. This tent has that many plus more, and that is just the start of the exposure to happen over the
next couple days. Bradley and Chad got dressed into the costume quickly, helping each other out getting the costume into place on their
bodies. Same with the other contestants I watched inside the tent. Most of them didn't like having so many people around. The whole idea
they would all be doing athletic competitions in the nude, while a crowd cheers them on, must have some of them scared witless. Each
contestant has a guardian, an overseeing master in the form of a mom or aunt. Perhaps without the presence of these powerful women,
these reluctant contestants might have run off or done some form of sit-down strike and refused to cooperate.

When all of them were dressed, the next thing was a lineup on the stage. It was Dorthea and another woman who stood at the desk. This
woman was older than the others I had seen, her shiny gray hair shorter and professionally curled.

My mom pointed to the older woman, "That is the association president. Mrs. Whipple is the one in charge here. I hear she owns this ranch property, so she must be worth millions."

The contestants were lined up in alphabetical order. Bradley was the third one from the left, and Chad was two spaces away from him.
The names and ages were spoken out loud by Dorthea.

Aaron................15
Andrew..............13
Bradley..............14
Branson.............12
Chad.................11
Dennis...............16
Forrester............14
Harvey...............13
Jamison.............12
Nazir.................14
Preston..............15
Wilfred..............15

As each name is spoken, Mrs. Whipple inspected that contestant's uniform. She checked to see the straps on the chest thing were connected
to the leather skirt. What shocked me the first few times I saw it, actually making me gasp out loud when she did it to the first guy in line,
Aaron, Mrs. Whipple lifted up the front of the skirt to take a look, causing a very brief exposure.

I could see Bradley knew this was going to happen, having glanced over to see the older woman doing a peek-a-boo front lift on the skirt
while inspecting the uniforms of the first two boys. I could see him turning red, could see it even though I was twenty feet away from him.

"Bradley...age fourteen," Dorthea calls out. I can see my brother shiver when hands are placed upon him. I can seee his face wince when
the skirt is lifted up...

"Hold on...what do we have here?!" Mrs. Whipple asks in a loud tone. Everyone in the tent can hear her.

I was shocked when a skirt lift was part of the inspection, amazed to witness the showing of each boy's genitalia if but for a brief moment,
but I was not prepared to see the woman stand there holding the skirt up, showing everyone that Bradley was still wearing his underwear.
I was amazed, as I had seen him take everything off, including his boxer briefs. Somehow, when neither I nor mom were looking, Bradley
had slipped the briefs back on underneath the leather skirt.

"You are not in the proper uniform," Mrs. Whipple continued. "After the inspection is over, you and your guardian will report to me...over
at the table here will do for that." Mrs. Whipple lets go of the skirt, then she shakes her head. "I am disappointed in you, Bradley. You have
dishonored the Triple B. There will be a punishment," The leader of the association moved on to the next one as that contestant's name is
stated by Dorthea.

I looked over at my mom. Mom was shaking her head, looking downward, looking ashamed. When mom looked up her face was stern and
angry, and I knew my older brother was in deep doo doo.

I would think the skirt lift-up inspection would be even more embarrassing for Aaron and Andrew, since they had to go first. I'm getting the impression that most of the boys managed to be only very briefly exposed while they were changing into the costumes. A momentary glance at your son's or brother's penis would not be as bad as more extensive exposure.

Fantastic!

I thought Bradley was unusually brave about getting naked, it makes total sense he kept his boxers on and tried to cheat, tried to keep a little modesty. And now he's been caught and been punished.

We've seen how Mom has treated him when he's done nothing wrong, so imagine what she'll do now he's got himself in trouble and embarrassed her too. I CANNOT wait to see what happens now.