Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2022 18:44:43 +0000 (UTC) From: James Breitbart Subject: Alex Chang Stripped for Florida Chapter 1 Sweating in the hot June sun, I followed my brother into the school building. As rising freshman and sophomore class representatives, we each had a seat on the Board of Trustees, and the headmaster had called an emergency meeting. Since Board of Trustee meetings were considered a school function, we had to wear our uniforms: khaki pants, dress shoes, a tie, and a sweater with St. Richard's Preparatory School's monogram embroidered on the front. The uniform was really inappropriate for the Florida climate, and every year the student representatives (one from each grade of the Upper School), suggested we modify or get rid of it, but every year we got outvoted. I sat down between Jason and Leah Eller, the junior class rep. "What's this all about?" I asked. She giggled. "You'll see." When all 24 members of the board were there, the Headmaster, Dr. Green stood up. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I have called you hear because William Ludwig..." He was referring to the football team's quarterback. The headmaster was the only person I'd ever known who didn't call him Bill. "...Was arrested last night for public fornication. We have to decide how we will handle his eligibility." "Point of information," one of the parent representatives called out. "Since school isn't in session wouldn't this be considered a legal matter rather than a disciplinary issue?" "The problem is not with the arrest itself," Dr. Green explained. "Mrs. Ludwig has informed me that in order to avoid being prosecuted, her son opted to be Stripped for Florida." There was a shocked gasp from what I presume was one of the more conservative parents, but the guy who'd asked the question just looked puzzled. "How does that affect his eligibility? I mean, I know it isn't as common as with some other sports, but I've heard of stripped kids playing football before." "Under the Stripped for Florida Law, William is not legally allowed to wear clothes in any public place, including wearing his uniform to school. If he can't attend school, then he can't play football, and our chances in the conference next year are shot. I thought we could assign him a tutor, the same way we do for homebound students. That way, he will still formally be enrolled in school, and can still play football." "May I make a counterproposal?" Leah asked. "I suppose so." "As you all are no doubt well aware, the student body, myself included, opposes the current uniform policy. These uniforms really aren't comfortable or stylish, and we have to run the air conditioning at a higher level to compensate for the wool." Which they apparently weren't doing over the summer, because I was still sweating. "If we end the uniform policy, we'll take care of those problems and there won't be any problem with Bill being stripped." "Very well," Dr. Green said, "would anyone like to speak in opposition?" One of the parents stood up and gave the same speech they give whenever the uniform issue comes up. Basically, that parents don't want to have to shell out a lot of money for designer clothes, and it `builds the school's brand' to have students wearing identifiable uniforms. Since the parents vote as a block and the other adults are split on the uniform issue, they always win. This time however, they only won by two votes 14-10. Seeing my chance, I stood up. "I have another idea. What if we just stripped everyone?" A murmur ran through the meeting. "What do you mean?" someone asked. "The parents want uniforms because they don't cost money and they identify you with the school, right?" There were nods of assent. "And we don't like them because they're uncomfortable. If the school requires all students to be stripped, then we aren't uncomfortable and you don't have to pay anything more than the cost of the strip-chip, which is less than the uniform anyway. We could get the school's logo as a tattoo, and that would take care of the branding issue." "Would anyone like to speak in opposition?" One of the parents stood up, but her arguments were clearly half-hearted. We won the vote 16-8. "Very well then," Dr. Green said, "I will appoint a committee to work out the details." Chapter 2 The headmaster had instructed us to keep quiet about the new school uniforms, so we were delaying getting stripped until the official notice was sent out. Naturally, I was somewhat impatient about this and had already started going naked around the house. The notice finally came the second Sunday in June. For some reason they sent the email out overnight. Mom had it open when I came downstairs for breakfast, dressed in my church clothes. "Come look at this," Mom said. I bent over and read the message on the screen: "Dear St. Richard's Families, Effective the beginning of next year, St. Richard's Preparatory School will be adopting a new school-wide clothing policy. All students must be Stripped for Florida by the first day of school and will be naked at all times. Upper School students will be asked to obtain a tattoo on the left-hand side of their chest matching the design in the attached file. Lower School students may obtain a temporary version of the tattoo if their parents so desire. We are also modifying the school's policies so that students may obtain additional tattoos, piercings, or other bodily modifications provided that they are in good taste. However, we do ask that parents not install devices that will cause their children to orgasm during school hours, as this would distract from the learning process. May God bless you and have a safe and happy summer. Sincerely, Dr. Reginald Green" I looked at mom, and then at my button-down shirt. "I guess I won't be needing this anymore." "Not so fast." "What do you mean? We've got plenty of time to get stripped before church." "Yes but your younger brothers don't know about it yet. I want to surprise them." "Ohhh..." We waited for everyone to assemble, attired in their Sunday best, to start eating breakfast. Jason and I exchanged knowing glances over our cereal while Sam and Jesse ate in total oblivion. We filed into the car and then drove off. It took Sam a little while to realize we weren't headed to church. "Where are we going?" "We have to run a quick errand," Mom replied. After a few minutes we pulled up at the nearest Publix. I noticed Dad pull out his phone, presumably to start taking video, as we followed Mom inside and two the customer service counter. "How can I help you ma'am?" "I'd like four QS' and three bottles of the pills, please." Sam finally realized that something was wrong "What!?" "I'm having the four of you stripped." "But Mom, I can't...." "No buts. And I want to see the four of your butts out of those pants by the time I get these forms signed." Jason and I readily complied, as did Jesse, who before we could get our shoes untied was waving his briefs in the air and whooping with the glee only a six-year-old can muster. Sam just stood there sulking. I could tell he wanted to protest more vehemently but didn't want to make a public scene that was beneath the dignity of a rising fifth grader. Mom turned around. "Sam, I don't see your butt." He looked at the ground and didn't say anything. "Jason, Alex, help your brother out of his clothing please." Before Sam could react, Jason tackled him and pinned down his shoulders. I took the other end and pulled off his shoes and socks. "Jesse, you want to help?" I asked. "Yeah!" "Then come over here and tickle Sam's feet." Jesse proceeded to do just that, causing Sam to turn over while trying to wriggle out of the way. That gave Jason the opportunity to pull off his polo shirt and then yank him to his feet, his arms pinned behind his back. I undid Sam's belt and then delivered the coup de grace, yanking down his pants and underwear in one motion. Sam gave everyone a dirty look, but didn't protest when Mom handed him the pills and complimentary glass of water. She did the same for Jason and me, and we dutifully swallowed them, even though I noticed there were four of them instead of the usual two. By the time we actually got to church we were all three suffering. Sam's erection didn't distract him from his wounded dignity. "I'm not getting out like this," he announced. "Yes you are." "But everybody will see me naked!" "Honey, everybody's going to see you naked for the next 11 years, and that's if we don't decide to spring for the Stripped for Life chip." "But Mo-oooom!" Mom turned around and eyed Sam's erection. "I think you're just grumpy because you haven't gotten off yet. Jason, why don't you help him out?" Jason complied, taking Sam's dick in his hand and stroking. I unbuckled Sam's seatbelt as he started to protest. "Jason, stop it! That's gross, no...no...nooooooo." His outrage was lost in the convulsions of a dry orgasm, giving us the opportunity to pull him out of the car. I followed Jason to Sunday school. Since it was the first Sunday of summer vacation, it was also the day I moved up to the high school class. After explaining to all our friends in the class why we were suddenly naked, Jason and I sat down next to two boys we didn't recognize. They must have been new, and they looked like brothers. "Hi, I'm Alex, and this is my brother Jason." "I'm Bobby," the taller one spoke up, his big brown eyes widening as he took us in. Despite having always considered myself straight, I couldn't help thinking he was kind of cute, although it might have just been because of the pills. By that point even Jason was starting to look cute. "I'm David," the shorter of the two said. "You guys new here?" "Yeah, our dad's the new minister." I had forgotten that Reverend Ortega was finally retiring that Sunday. In all honesty I was so used to a septuagenarian minister that I hadn't expected his replacement to have kids my age. "Oh, where are you guys going to school?" "We're going to be freshmen at St. Richard's." "Cool, I'm gonna be a freshman there too. Jason's a sophomore." "Neat. Wait, Dad said they have a uniform. So how can you be..." "They just changed it." "You mean everyone has to..." "Yep." "Then we'll be..." "I guess so." "Wow." They both remained silent through the Sunday School lesson. By the time it was over I knew I was going to have to take care of myself. "I'm about to burst." I whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom." "Yeah, me too," Jason responded. "Wait, let me help." Bobby whispered. "Huh?" "Come on." He followed us both into the bathroom and then stood between us at the urinals. He took one cock in each hand and, after a few strokes we were both done for. I realized that I also had to go to the bathroom and took the opportunity once Bobby released my penis. He was suddenly bashful. "You guys aren't straight, are you?" "I was until just now." "You're not mad?" "No, I want to do that again, actually, if your parents won't mind." "Actually, they decided to take this parish so I could be gay without getting into trouble. They didn't mention the part about getting stripped, though." "You and my brother will have a lot to commiserate about, then." Bobby washed his hands, and Jason and I cleaned up with paper towels, and then we walked into the sanctuary. David and Bobby sat in the front pew and Jason, and I found our family and took either side of a much-subdued Sam. By the first hymn, my erection was back at full force; by the sermon, my balls were aching, and by the benediction I was starting to feel woozy. "Boy I'll be glad to get home so I can take care of this," I told Jason, taking no notice of the crowd staring at us (we were actually some of the first kids in Sybelia to get stripped). "Don't you remember the church picnic today?" Dad asked, "They announced it just now." "Yeah, but I wasn't paying attention. All I can think about is my di...uh, member." We got in line to greet the new minister and his family. My jaw clenched as I forced myself not to grab my dick, which was now dripping pre-cum. "Are you sure we were supposed to take four pills?" Jason asked as we approached Reverend Smith. "Actually, they say to put your sons on a double dose when you first strip them, it gets them focused on something other than being naked" Dad said, with a significant glance at Sam, who was doing a strange version of the `I have to pee' dance. "It's sure keeping me from being shy," I grunted, "I have half a mind to take care of myself right here." "Can I help?" Bobby asked. In my torment I hadn't noticed that we had reached the front of the receiving line. "Not in that suit you can't," his mother cut in, "it's dry clean only." "But we're going to have to get stripped for school next year anyway, so it doesn't matter." "Honey, that's not how Stripped for Florida works." "Actually," Reverend Smith said, "I checked my email this morning and they are requiring all students at St. Richard's to be stripped next year, instead of having uniforms. I was going to get the boys taken care of sometime this week once we've gotten settled in a bit." "But you still can't greet people covered in semen, Florida or no." "Speaking of which," my dad noted, "we're holding up the line." We started walking towards the food and Mom turned around. "Ok, you boys can masturbate now." "Really?" "Part of the goal of Stripped for Florida is to make you kids less modest. I just didn't want you spraying on anyone in line." I didn't need any second invitation. It turned into a bit of a contest between me and Jason to see who could shoot farther and I won, although only by a hair. When we'd gotten our food Jason and I found Leah Eller and her sister Jennie, upon whom I'd had a crush since seventh grade. "I guess your mom doesn't waste any time," she remarked. "No kidding, you guys ought to see what's holding your parents up." "I think they want to surprise us. I wouldn't be surprised if my clothes were gone the next time, I took a shower." "Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose?" She giggled at that remark. Just then Bobby sat down next to us. I guess the receiving line had finally petered out. Even though he was obviously staring at me he hit it off with everyone, and we ended up agreeing to get our tattoos together. Finally, the picnic wound down and Mom collected us for the trip home. She heartily approved when we told her about our plans, and I think she was at least somewhat intrigued by Bobby's evident interest in me. Chapter 3 One thing I found out about the pills was that they lowered whatever inhibitions I had had regarding incest, which is why Wednesday morning found me impaling Jason on my engorged cock. "Alex, phone for you!" Mom called up from the living room. "Unngh.... Who is it?" "Bobby Smith." "Can you tell him to wait a second?" I was still on a double dose of the pills, and would be until the end of the week, according to Mom, so it really only took a second. I ran downstairs and picked up the phone. "Hey." "My Dad's ready to get me stripped. You want to come over?" "Sure thing, I just gotta shower first." Jason and I shared the shower, which naturally lead to another round of sex. When we'd finished Mom was waiting by the front door with the car keys. "This should be fun," she remarked. When we got to the parsonage Bobby was waiting in the yard, with his father and David. The boys were both wearing shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. David looked apprehensive, but Bobby looked more excited. "I figured we could share a car," Reverend Smith remarked. The four of us clambered into the back of the Smith's minivan, and we drove to Jimenez Body Art, the town's lone tattoo and piercing parlor. It had opened right after the Stripped for Florida law passed, presumably in the hopes that all the newly stripped kids would rush out to get body mods, but we were the first newly stripped kids to materialize. While Reverend Smith took care of the formalities of stripping his sons, I took my turn with the tattoo artist. Mom had agreed to pay for whatever body art we wanted on top of the school-mandated tattoo, to celebrate our getting stripped. I decided to commemorate my Chinese heritage with a pair of red dragons winding around my legs up to my thighs, where their open mouths pointed to my dick, and to get my ears pierced. Jason, who ran cross country, got a pair of wings on each ankle and a cross on his arm to go with the school tattoo and earrings, and, after some negotiation, Jesse got a pair of smaller dragons on his hips. Sam refused earrings or additional tattoos, but Mom insisted on him and Jesse getting the school logo as real tattoos instead of the stick-ons. As our parents were paying, the owner, Travis Jimenez, approached us. "Hey, how'd you kids like a job for the summer?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "We want someone to model those tattoos, so we get as much of the school business is possible. You'd just need to sit in the store window 10 hours a week and wave at people as they walk by, especially people who go to St. Richard's. We'd pay the minimum wage." I did the math in my head. That was enough to finance any activities I had planned for the summer, with more than enough left over to carry me into the school year. "That sounds great." "Can you start tomorrow?" "No problem!" Our next stop was the salon for our monthly haircuts. As we were driving over, I had an idea. "Do you think I could get a mohawk while we're out." "Well, I've had you stripped, pierced, and tattooed in the past week. I don't think a haircut is going to shock anybody." We explained what I wanted to the hairdresser, and she shaved my head into a mohawk. Jesse, of course, wanted to copy his big brother, so they gave him a mohawk as well and convinced him to bleach it to make it even more "awesome." Jason decided to go with blonde highlights, while Sam insisted on just getting a "regular haircut." With all the errands taken care of, we all went out for lunch. My dick was really bothering me, and I could tell Bobby's was too, even though he was only on the regular dose of the pills. It didn't help that there was another stripped kid at a nearby table. He had on one of those cock rings that your parents can control. His parents switched it on while we were waiting to order. The boy gripped the table and grunted as the cock ring went to work. After a few minutes, without him ever touching his own penis, the boy ejaculated onto the floor. "Wow, I didn't realize they let you cum in a restaurant." I remarked. "You can cum just about anywhere except school and church, and on the carpet" Mom added as an afterthought, "actually, why don't you boys take care of yourselves now. I'm sure you must need to." Bobby needed no second invitation. He instantly reached under the table and grabbed my throbbing cock. He was circumcised, so I spat on my hand to lubricate it before returning the favor. David and Jason both started taking care of themselves. Within five minutes we had all cum, Bobby and I onto our stomachs and either Jason or David onto my leg. Bobby and I got up to wash the cum off, and incidentally to take advantage of the opportunity to use the bathroom. "So," Bobby asked me, "do you think you'd ever want to go out with a guy?" "I don't know, I'm still more into girls." Bobby's face fell somewhat. "But we can still hook up." Bobby's face brightened again. "Cool." Chapter 4 I showed up for my first day of work bright and early Thursday morning, as soon as the store opened. "We found someone to partner with you," Travis explained. He led me into the store. Jennie was standing next to the counter and smiled when she saw me. "You two know each other already?" the store owner asked. "Yeah," we both said at the same time. "Alright, well, here's the window. I'll go in the back and get you some chairs. Feel free to do whatever, just remember to sit so people can see your tattoos." I sat next to Jennie, and we started talking about our summer plans. It turns out we were both planning to try out for the swim team. Even though I'd jacked off with Jason before leaving the house, I started to get uncomfortable after a few minutes. Jennie noticed the precum dripping from my cock. "You want some help with that?" "Yeah, thanks!" I responded, excited to finally get the chance to do it with my crush. "The only problem is that I don't know how to do it without covering up our tattoos." "Don't worry about that, just get down on your knees." I knelt behind her, grabbed her shoulders, and entered her from behind. Between my pre-existing level of arousal and the attention from the small crowd that gathered to watch us, I was finished in a couple of minutes. "Now I'm horny," Jennie complained. "Don't worry, I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes." True to my word, I started again about five minutes later. This time I was able to hold out longer and got Jennie off too. We also managed to bring in our first pair of customers, a brother and sister that looked like they were in middle school. They didn't even go to St. Richard's, but seeing us getting it on in the window piqued their interest enough to convince their parents to strip them. I looked over my shoulder and watch the parents settle on body modifications: a clit ring for the girl that they could set to vibrate whenever they wanted to, and a cock ring for the boy that did the same thing, in addition to butt plugs and a matching set of Celtic tattoos. I turned back when they left the shop and realized I was hard again. Jennie noticed it too, and we went for another round. By the time our two hours were up we'd gotten three more people in the shop. "That sex show really brings them in," the store owner remarked, "you think you two could keep it up the rest of the summer?" "Sure thing!" When I got home, Mom was waiting for me in the driveway. "Alex, I need you to help me with something." "What is it?" "You know how your brother's been sulking in his room ever since he's been stripped?" "Yeah, you want me to go talk to him or something?" "No, I've decided to take things up a notch. Since the four of you boys are stripped, there's no need for privacy. I want you to get the screwdriver out of the garage and take the doors off the hinges in your bedrooms and the bathroom." I got the screwdriver and rounded up Jesse to `help.' We started in the bathroom and did each bedroom in turn, saving' Sam's for last. He had been lying on his bed, playing with himself. When the door came off the hinges, he took his hand off his cock and sat up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Mom said to take the doors off of our bedrooms." Covering his crotch with his hand, Sam ran downstairs. "MO-om! Alex took the door off my room." "I told him to. Now that you're stripped, you don't have any need for privacy." "But Mo-om!" "I don't want to hear it. You are a stripped boy, everyone is going to see you stripped, and that is final." Chapter 5 It turned out that Mom and Dad had bigger plans for the bathroom. In order to save time once school started (or at least that's what they told us), they had a contractor break down the wall between the bathroom and the laundry room, which was now only getting as third as much use. They were planning to add a second toilet to the combined laundry/bathroom and get a bigger tub that could fit all four of us at once. In the meantime, we took our showers with a hose in the back yard. I was rinsing off Jesse when Mom came out on the patio and waved me over. "You got an email from the swim coach, the tryouts are next week." The next Monday I reported to the school pool. As instructed, I hadn't taken the pills that day and I was totally soft, at least until I saw Jennie. I didn't have time to get fully hard though, as the coach ordered us into the pool immediately. The tryout itself went well, and by the time it had ended I was pretty sure I'd made the team. I was also too tired to think about sex, even with Jennie, which meant it was the perfect time to have an actual conversation with her without my dick getting in the way. I offered to walk her home and she accepted. "You're not excited to see me as you usually are," she remarked. "It's the cold water, and not being on the pills. Actually, it's kind of nice for a change." "You don't like being hard all the time?" "I mean, for the most part I do, but it's nice to relax every once in a while." "I guess it would be. What do you think school will be like this year?" "I guess after the first few days everyone will get used to it. It'll be nice not to have to wear those uniforms, though." "Yeah." We talked about school until we got to Jennie's house. She invited me inside for a drink. Leah was in the kitchen. "Oh, hi Alex," she said, a little too chipperly, "Jennie will you tell Mom I have a date?" "Sure." Leah left, and Jennie got a jug of lemonade out of the fridge. "What's she so happy about?" I asked, once I was sure she was out of earshot. "Oh, she's been trying to get me to go out with you ever since that board meeting." "Does she know about work?" "Yes, but she says that's `just fucking,' if I want to hold onto you I have to get you to ask me out on an old-fashioned date. Otherwise, you'll ask some other girl to Homecoming, and I'll be home alone sobbing into my mirror." "You know, I do have disposable income now. Are you busy Friday?" "I don't have anything after work. You want to make it a sleepover?" "My place or yours?" "Yours. I want to see you and your brothers in action." Chapter 6 We went to the movie theater in the mall right after work. It was playing some romantic comedy that Jennie wanted to see. The first thing I noticed was that the air conditioning in the theater was all the way up. I guess they didn't count on having naked customers. The second thing I noticed was that the floors were sticky, whether from spilled soda or cum I couldn't tell. The movie turned out to be pretty bad and Jennie and I concentrated on holding each other as closely as the armrests would allow. Jennie found my cock in the darkness and started stroking it. I bit my lip to keep from making noise, but I couldn't stifle a grunt just as my jizz exploded on to the back of the seat in front of me. Suddenly relaxed, I sank into the seat and stayed still for the rest of the movie. When the movie finally ended, we ate lunch in the food court. It was the middle of the workday so most everybody there was retired, kids our age, or parents with young kids. I could tell a lot of the old people weren't happy to see us, but some of the kids our age kept glancing over at us and then looking back when they thought we could see them. I figured they were either turned on or thinking about getting stripped themselves. As we were leaving the food court I whispered in Jennie's ear. "Let's give these guys a show." We walked over to the edge of the food court, where there's an atrium. Jennie leaned against the railing and wrapped one leg around mine. Everyone on the lower floors would get an excellent view of her butt, while everyone on the higher floor would see us fucking. I eased my cock into her and started kissing her neck. Having already cum in the theater I was able to hold out for a while, much to Jennie's delight. When we pulled off there was a crowd of kids standing around and staring. We walked around the mall for a bit, and Jennie suggested I buy a new pair of earrings. Claire's was running a special: free ear piercing for boys with the purchase of a QuickStrip. There was a line of boys out the door, including several I'd noticed at the food court. Two of them were sitting in the chairs, stark naked and rock hard. We watched them get their ears pierced, and then admire themselves in a full body mirror as the next pair sat down. They didn't have any earrings that looked good on guys at Claire's, so we tried Hot Topic. The goths hanging out in front gave us dirty looks as we walked past them, and we didn't linger long. We left without buying anything and headed to the parking lot, where Mom was waiting for us in the van. When we got home, we immediately jumped in the pool. The weather was way too hot to do anything else outside. We were shortly joined by Jason, who looked like he needed to get off. I motioned for him to get out of the pool. I followed him out and got on my hands and knees in the grass. Taking my lead, Jason lubed up with sunscreen and started fucking me. I looked over at Jennie. She had gotten out of the pool and sat on one of the deck chairs, watching us while idly playing with herself. Jason grunted, and I felt him filling me up. When he pulled out, I went over to Jennie, who lay down in the grass and spread her legs for me. I got on top of her, and we made love one more time. By that point it was time for dinner, after which we all watched another movie in the living room. By this point, Jennie and I were both too tired for anymore sex. However, Sam had been unusually well behaved, and hadn't even balked at Jennie seeing him naked. I motioned for him to come sit by us and masturbated him. For the first time, he enjoyed it.