Nude Summer of Love_New August 24

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This story is a fictionalized version of an actual event. The names have been changed to protect the innocent

Nude Summer of Love
Chapter 1. Dallas School District Fundraiser Guest Speaker


Hello, greetings, good afternoon. My name is Wally Flagstaff. As you all know, I was selected to go to Washington for the Annual High School Journalists Conference. You could say my articles got a lot of attention. There were even groups of parents who wanted to organize a protest,
so upset they were about what I wrote in the school's newspaper. Some called for censorship. I really had no idea that writing about a real event, an event I attended myself, would cause such an uproar.

I guess I get the last laugh. I get a free trip to Washington DC to meet with school paper writers and editors from all across this country. All
that fuss those parents did brought on the attention of the local tv news stations, got my name in the headlines of the Dallas Newspaper.

It's good to see so many people here today, to listen to what a high school kid has to say about developments in our society. This all started
back in the summer of 2019 when I was thirteen years old. My mom and I were on a vacation trip to California.

After visiting some of the usual sights to see in San Francisco, like the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz, my mom and I were sitting in a cafe
near downtown. I was having a Greek Salad, looking at my phone, when my mom holds the local newspaper in front of my face.

"Look here, Wally, it says there is going to be an organized nude protest march here today. The article states the City has permitted the group,
led by a Touby Gypsum, to conduct a two hour long event. There will be a gathering at Warner Plaza for speeches, then a march to Haight and
Ashbury. This is the fourth such event to take place."

My mom put the newspaper down on the table. She had this far off dreamy look about her that I couldn't read. I asked her if she was okay, but
she didn't say anything. I went back to eating my salad. The next thing I know my mom looks at her watch, then suddenly she stands up.

"There is half an hour to the meeting time for the Nude Rally. There's just enough time to walk down to the Castro District. It's not far from
here. Come on son, let's get going. We never get to see anything like this back in Texas."

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Nude Summer of Love
Chapter 2. Bright Lights Naked People


My mom was so eager to get out of the restaurant she forgot to leave a tip for the waitress. Stepping out onto the sidewalk she got her
bearing, then turning to the right she briskly walked up the street. Rarely have I seen my mom in such a hurry. I'm tall for my age, but I had
difficulty keeping up with her strides. One block, two blocks, three blocks we passed as we got closer to what she called the Castro District.

At the intersection of two major streets I see the open space of the plaza. A crowd of people has already gathered. As my mom and I press
through the first row of people I see lots of cameras. Not only are people holding up their phones, an amazing number of them have regular
cameras, you know, the type with the big lenses on the front. As I got through to next rows of onlookers, I see several police officers on both
sides of a naked group of people holding signs. It's almost time for the rally to begin and the participants are already stripping down.

In the center of a marked off area are several chairs. Someone sitting in the chairs will be facing toward the crowd. The street intersection
is visible behind the chairs, so anyone filming that direction will get car traffic going by. Several somewhat overweight naked dudes sat in the
chairs. Other than inside a swimming pool changing area I've never seen a group of grown men wearing nothing at all. I've never been outdoors before and seen a naked person, not even at a lake. The whole thing looked funny and weird to me. It was like I was inside some silly comedy
movie.

What got my attention was the naked woman moving back and forth from the chairs to the officers. There seemed to be only three or four
naked women that I could see, but the slender naked one with long black hair seemed to be in charge of things. That woman moved over to
where a tall young man, wearing a funky orange hat that was huge, was strumming away on an electric guitar. She had words with him, then
she is handed a megaphone, and I know she must be the one who will do the speaking. The one who handed the megaphone over is a teenage
guy with long brown hair. He is dressed in a blue shirt and jeans. I thought that guy was just going to melt back into the clothed crowd, but
he stayed there and took his clothes off.

Watching the teenager and other people getting naked on a streetcorner, I was amazed how there was a young person among them. The boy
with long hair slips his jeans and boxers off and I did a double take. He was so much younger than everyone else, but he had the biggest
dick I'd ever seen. Now before you start laughing, I must remind you I was no expert at what the normal dimensions of the human penis are,
not when I was thirteen. My personal experience is in the locker room of a Junior High school. Still, there are around twenty naked grown men
standing around and none of them is more impressive.

While I watched the protest group get ready, I noticed my mom has slipped closer to the naked people. My mom called over to the long haired
naked woman, and the two of them talked for about a minute. I'm wondering what is going on? What could my mom be saying to her?

When mom came back to me she was smiling.

"That was Mrs. Gypsum, the organizer. She says anyone can join the rally and participate in the street march. This starts in five minutes, so
there is just enough time. Hurry up, Wally. Get your clothes off."

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Will Wally join the naked protest? Can't wait to find out.

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The sign and the flag of the protest march.

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The group may not be large, but they are enthusiastic.

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Nude Summer of Love
Chapter 3. The Reluctant Naked Warrior


"Woah...what? You want me to do what?" I said to my mom. She just told me to take my clothes off. Instead of answering, she started to take
her own clothes off. The shirts gets unbuttoned and removed. Her shoes have to come off then her slacks and my mom is standing on a crowded
streetcorner in her underwear.

"You can't be serious!" I shouted at her, but all my mom does is shrug her shoulders and unsnap her bra, then it too falls to the ground on top of
her shirt.

I haven't touched my clothes, so shocked I am at witnessing my mom's descent into total madness. Now my mom isn't a prude at home when it
comes to nudity. She suns herself in a corner of the backyard naked so there are no tan lines, but the walls are high and there are no two story
houses next to us. My mom will leave the door open sometimes when she takes a bath, and sometimes she'll call me into the bathroom when
she needs to speak to me. However...seeing mom strip down and bare everything in front of a hundred strangers on the streetcorner of a well
visited plaza in San Francisco...well that made me feel like we're now in the Twilight Zone.

"You are going to get out there with those protesters? What the hell are you protesting?" I protested.

I thought it was a good question. Mom's happy face turns to something much more severe. She didn't like being challenged by her young teenage
kid, apparently.

"Just do what I say. Take those clothes off. Don't mess this up for me." And then she softened her tone to almost pleading. "I can't do this by
myself. I need your support. Come on, Wally. Nobody here knows us."

"I heard you guys came all the way from Texas." I hear a voice from beside me. I turn to see the teenage nudist standing only a few feet away.
He was smiling nicely, and he seemed genuinely interested in us. "I saw you talking to my mom. Yep, that's my mom. She's been dragging me
to these events for years now. She puts in so much work to get the permits. Takes her months to do it. It's a family thing with us. I'm here
with my older brother and sister." He then holds out his hand. "My name is Gonzo. It's sort of a nickname."

My mom blushes when she gazes upon the teen's body, and I can understand why. That guy was a total hunk, and I could recognize that even as
a younger guy. For the longest time mom's eyes were locked onto the large dick, the small but thick patch of hair he has. This reminded me
of how little hair I have. I didn't like the idea of having other people compare my body to this hunk of the month super stud.

"So glad to meet you Gonzo. This is my son, Wally. I'm having some difficulty getting him to take those clothes off. He's sort of shy."

"No need to be bashful, dude. Come on, let me help you out of these things. I have to get to my spot in just a couple minutes. My mom will
start without me, but I have to be front and center for most of her speech."

Gonzo actually grabbed the bottom of my shirt. He lifted up on it and all I had to do was raise my arms. "I'm going to move your mom's stuff
over there...that is where you can leave your things. That police officer is posted there partly to watch our belongings during the speech and
guard the stuff when we march down to Ashbury. Don't wait too long or I'll have to come back to get you."

Gonzo bends down to pick up all of my mother's clothes, except for her footwear. He also grabs my shirt. Taking our belongings, he drops them
into a plastic crate. There are several dozen such crates all lined up next to the so called staging area. I see Gonzo's mom stepping up to
the chairs. The taller skinny guy with the giant orange hat, holding a guitar, gets up on one of the chairs, stands on the metal chair. The other
naked people move in closer to Mrs. Gypsum. A young woman, the only younger naked woman, gets up on a metal chair, then she puts out a hand
to grab the megaphone.

"That's Gonzo's sister. It's wonderful that Tauby has the whole family here to support her. Now you better join me in that protest line real quick," and with that my mom, her shoes now back on her feet, steps over to stand next to this short guy who must have been sixty years old. I could
not help but notice that guy's dick was also short and bald, and he had a gold ring around his nuts. Geez...where did these people come from?

I can't be left behind, no matter how crazy this protest thing is. I don't have anything against clothes. I don't find them morally objectionable.
But if I was to stand aside and do nothing, keeping my clothes on while my mom walks around naked, I knew I'd have hell to pay.

With great reluctance I take off the rest of my clothes. I have to pop off my sneakers of course to get everything off. Just as I slid my briefs
down my legs I hear the clickety clack sound of a dozen camera shutters going off. I look around to see the guys, and a few women, right next
to me with their phones or cameras up to their faces. I'm way to close to them. Grabbing my stuff, I rush over to stand next to my mom, just
as Tauby Gypsum got into her prepared speech, which she has typed out on stapled together paper. Gonzo is going along the row of naked
protesters, handing several of them a sign to hold up. Gonzo hands one of these signs to me. The sign reads BODY FREEDOM
I hold the sign up high, as if I'm proud to bare my body for all to see, but inside I'm trembling and afraid. I really don't want people gawking at
me. I'm glad Gonzo is there to distract their attention from my scrawny ass. Who would want to take a picture of me when an example of
human perfection is up front and center.

The cameras click, the crowd noise dies down as the Protest Speech begins. Gonzo takes the place of honor by standing up on the center
chair. He now has a big sign in his hands which says NUDE IS NOT LEWD. I looked over the crowd, at the people with
cameras in the front row of bodies. Many are twisting the telephoto lenses to get focused on something. With how large the signs are they
must be zooming in on something else.

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Nude Summer of Love
Chapter 4. Why Are We Doing This?


When Tauby Gypsum went into her speech, shouting the words to the world using a megaphone, I didn't pay much attention to it. She and her
group were not happy with the city council. They wanted more spaces in the city where a clothing optional lifestyle can be lived. They wanted
what she called psychedelic medicine. I had no idea what that was. I'd never heard the word "psychedelic" before. During the speech the
lineup of naked protesters smiled and waved and moved their signs about. The speech must have gone on for around twenty minutes, plenty of
time for me to think about things.

For one thing, I'd never seen my mom naked outside of the house. Standing next to her, I occasionally glanced at her. I guess it had been a while
since I saw my mom naked. Her breasts were larger and more saggy than I remembered them to be.

"Why are we doing this?" I said to her.

At first my mom laughed, like she was just as shocked as I was that she joined a naked protest on a downtown streetcorner. I took her a moment
to answer, "I guess I've always believed in the freedom to wear whatever one wants. What to wear or not wear. Whose business is it what a
person wears outside?"

"Maybe I can understand nude swimming at a swimming pool. There can be a nude day. But it's against the law to show myself off like this..."
and it was at that moment I looked to my left to see a group of school age girls. Four or five girls were grouped together, but they weren't looking
at me. Each of them had their eyes glued to the super stud standing next to the speaker, the one with the long hair and long dong.

I still felt so self-conscious. I wanted to flip the paper sign on a stick upside down and use it to cover myself with. For a while I watched
the girls, watched who the girls are looking at. They glance over at the older men. They glance over at me. They glance at the guy with the
guitar and funky hat...but they kept returning their loving gaze upon Gonzo the gorgeous one. I was feeling several types of envy at that moment.
Not only did I have the penis envy, I had the age and looks envy as well. At thirteen years old I was not ready for Prime Time when it came
to flaunting my body.

After Mrs. Gypsum finished her speech, a second person, the younger woman who is her daughter had a prepared statement. It was during
this time that Gonzo's older brother, the guitar carrying guy, stepped down to plug his guitar into an amplifier.

Gonzo looks over right at me. "Hey kid. Come up here and stand by me."

I didn't want to go over to him. I did not want to stand up on the chair and be part of the main visual focus of the protest, to be front and center
with dozens of cameras clicking away. I would have refused, but my mom punches me on the arm.

"You get your ass up there young man. Hold up that sign proudly. Body Freedom for all."

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This is a photo of the older brother, the one who plays guitar.
Here you see his unusual hat.

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The guy is well equipped in more ways than one, but his main instrument is not as big as the younger brother's.

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Nude Summer of Love
Chapter 5. Little Boy Big Problem


As soon as I stand up on the open chair, which is something I had no intention of doing if I was able to do things my way, Gonzo steps down.
He rushes over to a large paper box and he reaches his hand down into it. Gozo pulls something out of the box. I can't quite make out what it
is. As Gonzo returns to his original chair, and after standing up on it, he places a hat upon my head. I saw it briefly, some sort of old fashioned
military officer's hat, a navy type from the shape of it. With the large hat placed on my head I felt even more like a dork, like I was trying to
stand out as a seeker of attention. I was nothing of the sort. Everyone else here might be a showoff, but being in front of the assembled crowd
has my knees knocking.

I'm not sure what was worse. Holding a sign while standing on a chair, feeling like the world's biggest dick, or standing next to a good looking
guy who looks like he has the world's biggest dick. But I do my best to stand there bravely, holding my silly sign up for all to see.

Gonzo's sister finishes her prepared statement. Handing the megaphone back to her mom, the young woman smiles at me, then she places an
arm across my shoulders. Gonzo's sister, whose name is Salsita, is taller and heavier than I am. I look from her face to her ample boobs which
are larger than her mom's by a large margin. It's funny how her name didn't exactly match the appearance. Salsita means fresh salsa in small
quantities. I was later to learn that two of Tauby Gypsum's kids had been born in Mexico (Salsita and Gonzo) while the taller and lighter skinned
brother was born in The Ukraine.

I look over at my mom standing next to the older, fatter men in the naked group to my left. She looks at me like I just accomplished something
important. She looks just like she did when I didn't flub my lines during a 6th grade school play.

As Mrs. Gypsum returns to talking to the crowd, now ad-libbing instead of reading from her prepared notes, mainly telling people in the audience
that the group will soon be getting ready for the marching part of the program, and what it takes to get a marching permit from the city and how
hard it is to negotiate all the needed necessities...I notice that Salsita is looking down at me, down at my crotch, then looking up into my face.

"Nino pequeno" Salsita says to me, then she points at her brother, looking like she's pointing her finger right at his penis. "Muy Grande".

Salsita laughs, obviously enjoying pointing out the differences between me and her oh so wonderful brother. Maybe she thinks I don't understand,
but I'm from Texas and we had to take rudimentary Spanish in school. Salsita called me "Little Boy" and when she pointed at her brother's cock
she said "Very Large".

Salsita laughs again and what she did next caused my "Little Boy" to become larger, much much larger. She takes her arm off of my shoulder.
Then running her palm down my back she plants her hand on my butt. Pinching me on a cheek gets my attention alright. Rubbing my butt,
patting it like one would a dog makes my dick start to stand up.

The people in the crowd can't see it. My mom can't see it. Nobody can see how Salsita's hand massages my ass for at least a minute, then slips
that hand between the back of my legs. I feel fingertips rubbing that wildly sensitive spot between the butt and balls. At the same time
something else slips into my ass crack and that could only be Salsita's thumb. In an instant I'm getting an erection and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

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This shot is taken from a Legal Naked Protest

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You see Mrs. Gypsum with the microphone
Salsita is next to the mother
The older brother has the funny multi-colored hat on.
Gonzo, at a younger age, has on the naval officer hat.
(Remember, not the real names)

That same black and white hat Wally has on his head in last chapter. Howeve his "Nino Pequeno" is not nearly as impressive.