By Willie B.
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Copyright 2020 by Willie B., all rights reserved
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PART 7B: New Jersey Interlude
For the last week of Jason's stay they kept close to home. The travel
trailer was a tight fit for three people, but Amaré and Jason didn't
seem to mind. They slept wrapped naked around one another every night.
They helped cook, clean up, and do chores. They sat for hours outside
under the trees listening to birds, drawing designs in the sand, or
talking quietly. Amaré was subdued since the night in Clearwater, as if
he could no longer put the fears of life completely behind him. Jason
was quiet, too, but not shy in the way he had been before. He had
forcefully put shyness aside for one night, with nearly disastrous
results. It was no longer a part of him. He was sure now in his heart
that his life was with Amaré, whatever form that might take.
Both boys had spoken with Jim, individually and together, about the
possibility of Jason staying in Florida. Jim had been clear, there were
a number of things that absolutely had to be taken care of before he
could be responsible for two people other than himself. "The adoption
is not completed yet; that is the first thing. The evening Jason
disappeared made me realize that I cannot fool around with legalities.
When you did not appear at 7 o'clock at our meeting place I thought it
would be simple to find you, Jason. I went over to the nearest police
officer and explained that you were missing, had a QS chip and needed
to be tracked down. Every stripped kid in Florida is supposedly
trackable at any time. But the first thing the officer wanted to know
was whether I had the right to find you. Remember, you asked me how it
worked? Theoretically I had the legal right, but in actuality I had no
papers. No power of attorney, no letter from your Aunt, no synch of my
ID and yours. The police said they'd try to find you and make sure you
were okay. But, really, thousands of kids are wandering the beaches,
hanging out. They figure, the kid's just off having fun with his
buddies; it isn't our job to make sure he shows up on time for dinner.
It wasn't until the middle of the night, when I had finally reached
Josephine, had her FAX papers to the police station, and had those
verified against my ID, that the police really took the missing person
report seriously. Of course, by then I was frantic, imagining every
terrible scenario and the police weren't even able to pick you up on
GPS."
Jim mopped the sweat off his brow and
continued, "I realized the same complication could happen with Amaré. I
know you two want to be together, but I am going to do this right. The
adoption papers have to come through. I have to work things out with
Josephine. I've given her a hint at what you might want . . . "
"Might want!" interjected Jason.
"Yes, might want, so we've started the conversation." Jim looked at the
two boys, "And, I know you don't like to hear this, but a few months
apart will give each of you time to think about things. This friendship
is deep and permanent, I am sure. But it is important that you not feel
pressured into making it fit some particular idea. I'd like you both to
have some space for a while. Three months, six months, a year . . . and
I promise you two will somehow come together long enough to figure out
what you want to do next. If I can be a part of making your lives
better -- living in Florida, or one of you here and the other in New
Jersey -- you have my word that I will do whatever I can."
"But, Jim, I want Jason to stay. I am already sure." Amaré spoke quietly, but the feeling was deep.
"Yes, I believe you are. That is why in six months or a year, I believe
you will say the same thing." Jim got up. "Now let's get some supper.
Tomorrow we have a drive to take to Jacksonville Airport."
The next day they drove back across the beautiful lands of North
Florida, onto I-10, up I-295 to Jaxport. Still naked, Jason hoisted his
backpack over his shoulder and they walked across to the terminal. Last
stop before security was the SFF booth. The blonde twins smiled out
from their sign. Jason grinned back at them. "You're not the only
ones," he murmured. Jim let the attendant know that Jason was leaving
the state. She came around the table and used the electronic device to
deactivate the chip behind Jason's ear.
"You'll have
to get dressed now," she informed him. "I'm sorry. Most kids just hate
to put clothes back on when it's time to leave Florida."
After teary hugs and kisses and many good-byes, the now clothed Jason stepped into the security queue and was on his way.
Jason was surprised about some things and not about others. Back in New
Jersey he didn't care a bit about the taunts in school. He'd been to
Florida, been stripped naked for weeks, knew he was gay, had nearly
been raped. He'd been rescued by helicopter and police, and -- the crux
of the matter -- he had a real and true friend. He wasn't sure how
things would turn out, where he would be living, how Amaré and he would
define friendship, brotherhood, or any of that. But, Amaré was an
anchor in Jason's world. Jason was sure that he was the same for Amaré.
In school Jason found himself interested in learning.
Travel to Florida had him curious about birds, rivers, plants; about
fashion trends and technologies; he was curious about world cultures
and customs. What did kinship words mean? Were there places in the
world where it was normal for boys to become lovers? What was the
history of nudity?
At home, Jason was no longer
annoyed by Aunt Josephine and her ways. He spent hours listening to her
tales and how things had been at various times in her life. He also
spoke about his mother for the first time since she had died. He let
himself cry as he talked to his Great-Aunt, and let her comfort him. He
let himself realize that Amaré's life seemed more dramatic, but that he
too had suffered losses. In experiencing Amaré's courage in reaching
out to him, he realized that it was frightening for him to open up to
someone else as well. Maybe, he thought ruefully, that was why he was
desperate for love the night he let himself go home with a stranger.
One thing, though: Jason really hated the feeling of clothing. The
fabric grated on his skin, felt tight under his arms and around his
waist. He felt like he was suffocating. He slept naked at night -- he
joked that he had to take in all the oxygen he could get every night
because his body couldn't breathe all day. His Aunt turned out to be
unexpectedly tolerant, allowing him to be naked at home if no one else
was around. "Just put something on when I'm home. I don't need to see
your bare ass hanging out." She laughed, but Jason understood and
respected her wishes.
Once a month his Uncle Jim
would call. He'd tell Jason he loved him and that he was working on
getting things put right in Florida. Amaré would get on the line and
the two boys would talk briefly. It felt awkward conversing by
telephone. Jason realized that their connection worked on a lot of
non-verbal levels, but it was good to hear Amaré's voice and to know
that they were friends waiting to be together again. Then Aunt
Josephine would shoo Jason out of the room and have long conversations
with Jim.
At dinner one evening in December Aunt
Josephine sat down at the table after serving up tomato soup and a big
bowl of macaroni and cheese. "Jason, Christmas is coming up and I'm
wondering if you'd mind if I gave you your present early. You'll see
why when I give it to you."
"Umm, okay," Jason
shrugged. Aunt Josephine usually gave him a sweater, or a set of 8
pairs of socks. He didn't see what the big deal was about getting them
early. Maybe she thought his clothes were looking worn out?
Aunt Josephine handed him an envelope. Jason stared at it. "Open it up," she prompted.
Jason unsealed the flap and pulled out, "A ticket to Florida!" he
yelped. "Oh, Aunt Josephine, thank you, thank you! This is the best
gift." He stared at the ticket more intently. "It's for January 7th?
But, what about school?"
Aunt Josephine smiled. "It's
a refundable ticket, so if you decide you don't want it, I can return
it. You'll notice, it's only one way."
Jason looked
at the ticket again, trying to decipher the various descriptions and
codes. "One way? You mean . . . " He didn't dare to voice the thought.
"Only if you want, Jason. It has been wonderful living with you, and
you're welcome to stay now or at any time -- as long as I'm alive," she
laughed. "But, yes, Uncle Jim and Amaré are ready for you, if you want
to move to Florida."
Jason sat with the ticket in his
hand. He was speechless. He wanted to cry, for some reason. It was a
huge surprise -- he hadn't expected Uncle Jim to be able to work
everything out until at least next summer -- but it was also a huge
relief. He realized he was holding his breath and let out a huge sigh,
then inhaled fresh oxygen. Jason realized it felt like he'd been
holding his breath since the day he returned to New Jersey from
Florida. He touched his chest -- he knew the problem: his heart was not
here, it was waiting for him in Florida.
"Are you sure, Aunt Josephine? I don't want to leave you alone. You could move to Florida and be with all of us!"
"I'm perfectly fine right here. Besides, I don't need to be seeing your
naked behind 24 hours a day. No, no, you don't need to shelter me, I
know how it is in Florida -- and how much you love it -- and Amaré. I
have my life here, my friends, I know how to get around. You know, I've
lived alone for most of my life. It isn't a bad thing at all. If it
hadn't been you, I would never have let anyone else sleep in my house.
You're very special, Jason, don't you forget it."
"But, why did you give me the ticket now? I mean, why the early Christmas present?"
"So you can get yourself ready to move, silly! You have two weeks, so get packing."
In reality, Jason didn't have much to pack. But it was nice to have the
two weeks to anticipate the move. He figured his Aunt had given him the
time so he could change his mind if he needed to. No chance of that, he
thought. Only one thing he was going to miss, and that was his Great
Aunt.
"You know, you're pretty special yourself," replied Jason, "my Great-Aunt Josephine."
"Don't go making out like I'm so old," she protested, but blew him a kiss across the table.
* * *
Welcome Home
Jason stepped off the plane, thanking the flight attendant and watching
his foot to make sure he didn't catch it in the gap between plane and
jet way He always wondered if it were possible to slip through the
space and fall to the tarmac below. He then squared his shoulders,
shifted his backpack and walked up the ramp.
Uncle Jim and Amaré were waiting for him, of course. Amaré was quiet but excited. Jim's eyes twinkled. "Welcome home, Jason!"
The boys nodded, just happy to be together. When they walked out of the
terminal Jason was surprised. The weather was cool, in the low 70s and
a wind blew sharply between the terminal and parking garage. Overhead
long wispy winter clouds streaked across an intense blue sky.
"I hope you're not cold, Jersey boy!" joked Jim. "It's not summer anymore -- this is a balmy North Florida winter day."
It certainly was different than the blazing sun and temperature in the
90s that had been the daily norm last time Jason was here. They walked
to the car, pulled out, paid the parking fee and drove between tall
palm trees toward the skyscrapers of Jacksonville.
"First stop, official business." Jim pulled the truck into a drab
strip-mall. Various vehicles with yellow license plates were parked in
front. The boys piled out and followed Jim inside. They took numbers
from a red dispenser and soon enough saw them flash up on an LED
display. The boys made a game of staying precisely within the lines
painted on the floor, zigzagging through the room, down a corridor and
into another room. Jim pulled out a sheaf of documents and laid them on
the counter. "We need two official Florida IDs for these boys," he
announced proudly.
The clerk looked through
everything carefully. A full set of adoption papers, and a transfer of
guardianship. Not your everyday combo, thought Uncle Jim.
"I just need to check these with my supervisor," spoke the clerk. "It
should just take a couple of minutes. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Not a problem," replied Jim.
The clerk returned with the supervisor, who showed her how to tap in a
series of requests on the computer. "There's the first boy," indicated
the supervisor, "And, looks like he's in the system and everything is
in order. The second boy is just moving here from New Jersey, is that
correct?" the supervisor asked Jim.
"Yes, these are the papers the lawyers said would be sufficient." he replied.
"There's no problem. I'm just checking, because it means we have to
make a new entry in our system." Turning to the clerk she instructed
her, "He's a new resident, so you'll need to enter all the vital
statistics, the name of the current legal guardian -- that would be Jim
Cartwright -- current address, contact information, etcetera. That all
needs to be done first so that the ID issued to the boy synchs with
his."
The clerk nodded and began tapping away.
"You're all set -- it won't take long," smiled the supervisor
encouragingly. "And you, young man, welcome to Florida!"
The next stop along the painted lines was the photo opp. Each boy took
a turn standing against a white wall. "Watch the flashing red light,
stay facing forward, and when it stops you can move aside. We take
three digital shots and select the best one for your ID."
It was all Jason could do to keep his composure when it was his turn as
Amaré made faces at him. In a few minutes they both had Florida ID
cards -- just like driver's licenses but oriented vertically. They were
covered with all sorts of holograms and metallic inks designed to keep
counterfeiters at bay; a magnetic strip ran along the back. The boys
looked at their cards with pride. For Amaré this was the most official
thing yet to show that he was an American resident. A green card didn't
look very official and citizenship and a passport were years of
bureaucracy away. For Jason the card was proof that he'd moved to
Florida to live with Amaré and his uncle.
Walking the
boys out the exit, Jim announced, "Okay boys, this time we're doing it
right." He laughed mischievously, "Five days Florida style, five days
Omo style. Then school."
Jim parked the car a few
blocks away and walked toward a tall escalator. He laughed as both boys
tried to figure out how to get onto the moving steps. "It's good we're
having an urban experience," he joked. "Looks like you're both country
boys, to me." At the top they paid for a ticket and waited. Jason
looked around at the modernist-style station, blue steel girders and
single monorail tracks on either side of the platform. A little glass
car came whizzing up and stopped directly in front of them. A tiny
metal gate and the car door slid open simultaneously and a voice
intoned, "Watch your step, please, this car to City Walk."
They stepped carefully inside, Jason looking nervously down the gap
between platform and vehicle. This fall would be much greater than from
plane to tarmac! There was nobody inside, no driver, just glass windows
on all sides. "Please hold on, vehicle starting," intoned the
disembodied voice. The car started up and quickly gained velocity. They
sped out onto the thin track, suspended high above the ground. The view
of downtown buildings was magnificent. The vehicle banked sharply to
the left and climbed into a curve. The boys held on tight and looked
down. Far, far below was a huge river.
"Why doesn't this thing fall off the track?" asked Jason.
"What is that river?" asked Amaré.
"That's the St. Johns River," answered Jim, "it flows north through
half of Florida and we're almost at the point where it flows into the
sea. The vehicle stays on the tracks because it's built to hug the
monorail in the centre It is actually safer to design the system so the
car tips to one side when going around a curve."
"Well, it certainly makes it freakier to ride," laughed Jason.
"City Walk, next stop. Please watch your step," intoned the voice.
"That was fun, let's do it again," said an excited Jason as they got off.
"We'll be on it soon enough," answered Jim, "but now we have some other fun things to take care of."
They descended on another long escalator, and found themselves on a
wide promenade along the St. Johns. Blue banners flew from
nautically-themed light standards set along a sturdy metal railing. The
boys ran to the edge and hung over the railing, watching boats on the
river. Families strolled by with small children. A couple of nude boys
zipped by on skateboards, their bodies airbrushed to match their
boards. A gaggle of teen girls walked by, talking and laughing loudly.
Two were in miniskirts, high heels and tight tops in fuchsia and pink,
two wore more conservative outfits and three were stripped and decked
out in dangling silver earrings, micro-gem implants and carefully
shaved bodies. They wore high heels as well, teetering elegantly and
naked down the river walk. Lawyers and bankers and insurance executives
on lunch break were decked out in full professional gear. There were
even tourists, snapping shots of the river, lugging shopping bags and
keeping kids in check. Jason noted that there weren't as many naked
tourist kids as in the summer. A boy around his age looked newly
stripped, with the deathly winter-pale skin of a northern child. He
tagged along behind his parents looking like he wasn't too keen on the
nudity thing. Amaré and Jason scampered to catch up with Jim who was
still striding purposely ahead. Storefronts, restaurants and food
pavilions lined the walkway on the other side. Jim stood ahead holding
a door open for them.
The boys ran to catch up and
walked in the door. Jason stopped and looked up. The two blond twins
stared down from a wall mural. They were many times life size, eerily
similar to one another -- nearly identical in fact -- eyes twinkling,
hair a blaze of blonde backlit by sunlight, bodies tanned and healthy.
The only perceptible difference between them was the plump hairless
crotch on the one, and the long, slender uncircumcised -- and equally
hairless -- penis on the other. Jason had seen this photo large and
small all over Florida during his earlier stay. He always found the
image both intriguing and disturbing, as if the twins had somehow been
cloned into opposite genders.
Jim was at the counter speaking to the clerk. "I would like to have two Florida resident boys stripped!" he announced grandly.
"Absolutely," replied the young woman behind the counter. "I'll be
happy to take care of everything for you. I just need you to scan your
ID into the reader here, then scan the first boy's ID and follow the
prompts on screen. When that's done go ahead and scan the second boy's
ID and follow the prompts again. While you're doing that I'll get your
gift bags ready."
Within two minutes Jim had completed his tasks.
"Okay boys, I'll just come around front here and apply the Quick
Strips." She placed a small round bandage just behind Amaré's left ear,
and one behind Jason's. "The chip will embed under the skin within five
minutes. You can take the bandage off at any time after that. Both
chips are keyed to your ID, sir, so you can have them tracked at any
time."
Jason and Amaré looked at one another.
"Boys, you will need to strip now. The QS is in effect and naturally we
have sensors in this room. Are you familiar with the Florida statutes
or do you need a quick review?"
"I think we pretty much know what to expect," answered Jim.
"Okay, I'm putting a Q and A booklet in each of the bags here, so if
you have any questions you can look it up. Full information is on our
website. Basically, the boys must be completely naked from now until
their 21st birthdays. If the temperature or wind chill factor is below
65 degrees they are permitted to wear a poncho, shawl, hat or some type
of temporary coverup. As soon as they come indoors, however, they must
remove all coverings. Jewelry and body art is allowed as long as it
doesn't obscure the body. Any other questions?"
Jason
took off his shoes and socks first. Then he pulled off his shirt and
undershirt, peeled down his pants, took a look at Amaré and pulled off
his boxers. He stood naked in the room, feeling the air on his body
again. Yes, it was good to breathe! Jason realized that being naked was
going to be a bit different at this time of year. In summer it was an
absolute blessing to have nothing on, but Florida winter seemed a
little brisk. Oh well, he thought, I guess I'll get used to it.
As if reading his thoughts, the young woman went on. "You'll probably
feel a little chilly at first on a day like this, but kids get used to
the cold fairly quickly! Since you won't be needing your clothes again,
you can donate them to our collection drive if you like. We distribute
them to needy children in other states. You are allowed shoes, however,
so you'll probably want to keep them. I'm giving you each a gift bag.
There are skin lotion and sunblock samples, coupons, gift certificates,
and other things provided by participating businesses. For you," she
turned to Jim, "I'm giving the start up pill samples. One pill will get
your boy hard within an hour at most -- they last for about 6 hours
each. These have been specially formulated for the Quick Strip and
Stripped For Florida programs. They are very safe and basically you can
keep your boy dosed on them as frequently or as long as you like. We
suggest you get them started on them right away when they're first
stripped, just to get them used to the idea." She laughed. "I can get
you a couple of cups of water if you'd like to give them each a pill
now."
Amaré and Jason weren't sure what this
conversation was about, but Jim promptly accepted her offer, "That's
exactly what I had in mind. Two cups of water, please."
The woman handed them each a small paper cup and a small pill. "Drink
them down, boys," ordered Jim. "That's the way! Very good."
Turning to the clerk Jim asked, "I want to jazz them up a bit, can you suggest a couple of good places?"
The woman ran down a list of nearby venues. "Thank you, you have been most helpful."
Heading out the door, Jim gave them each a pat on the rump. "Well,
you're both officially stripped. Time to show you off!" he declared.
* * *
Florida Fashion
They headed down the walkway until they came to a very flashy business
advertising body piercings and modifications, permanent and temporary.
The boys glanced at one another, but Jim simply herded them in the
door.
"May I help you, sirs," inquired the young man behind the counter.
"Yes you may. We need to do some work on each of these boys," stated
Jim. Jason raised his eyebrows in curiosity. What was gong to happen to
him now? He'd been nearly certain his uncle would have him stripped
when he got to Jacksonville -- but this was a surprise.
"You can just let me know what you'd like, or we have a menu of
possibilities here. You can check off the items you want, sort of like
a sushi menu," explained the young man. Jim put two menus side by side
on the counter and began ticking off items. When he was done he handed
them to the clerk.
"Very good boys, I'll need you to
come over here." The young man led them over to a station set into a
large plate-glass store window. Passers-by on the river walk would have
an excellent view of whatever was being done inside. Two reclining
chairs were set on either side of a table of instruments and lotions.
"André and Carlos will be your stylists today, boys, just lay down in
your seats and they'll be right with you." He hung the little menu
slips on an overhead lamp suspended over each seat and sauntered back
to the front desk. The boys lay down and wondered what Jim had in mind
for them.
"Hello honey, I'm André. Tell me your name,
sweetie." The young man stood next to Jason's reclining seat, hands on
hips, head cocked. His voice pitched girlishly high he laughed. "Not
used to what you're seeing? Maybe you'll be more interested after we're
done with you today. Let's see what's on your list!" He took the menu
card off its clip on the overhead lamp and perused it. "Very nice.
You'll be absolutely lovely -- not to mention feeling good!" André
reached down and ran a long, polished nail down the length of Jason's
cock. He suddenly realized that he was very close to getting hard. He
didn't feel particularly turned on, so he was somewhat surprised. Maybe
just the unfamiliar situation, he wondered. André was naked, although
it was hard to tell. His blonde hair cascaded in curls around her
shoulders. Her eyes had long, probably artificial blonde lashes, pink
eye-shadow and turquoise mascara. Her lips were bright pink. Her body
was airbrushed in fades of pink, yellow and peach with stunning arrays
of micro-gems set into the skin -- probably hundreds of them, realized
Jason. Three rubies hung from silver strands wrapped in circles around
the base of her -- Jason caught himself. He'd been calling André her --
this was clearly a male from the looks of the penis -- but the effect
otherwise was all woman. Jason realized with surprise that he'd just
seen his first stripped drag queen. He had to hand it to André for
being able to pull it off. In spite of himself he grinned.
"You naughty boy!" teased André, "caught you looking. Didn't know you were into girls?"
Jason blushed. "I'm not, actually."
"Oh, that's what you think." André swished her blonde locks with seductive movements of her head.
"First thing we're gong to do is easy enough. Your friend here," she indicated Jim, "is he your father or your lover, honey?"
Jason blushed even harder, annoyed that his penis now seemed to be at full erection. "Um, he's my uncle."
"Yes, your uncle here has chosen these beautiful 22 Karate gold rings
for your ears. I'll just swab right here on your lobes. Don't mind
this," and reaching over she took a piercing gun off the instrument
table and expertly shot piercing studs into first one ear, and "Now for
your other ear, all done! We'll let those sit there while we do the
other work, and at the end we can trade those out for the rings. Looks
like your other friend . . . is he your cousin or your lover, honey?"
Jason blushed again and his penis throbbed. "Looks like your dick
answered for you," laughed André. "Very good taste, I must say," she
mouthed in a loud stage whisper. Jason looked over to see Amaré with
ears pierced as well. He smiled at Jason. His 'stylist' was a
fine-boned, latté skinned Latino with fine brown patterns tattooed
across his entire body. The effect was like fine lace, the lines only
slightly darker than his native skin colour. His hair was cropped close
to his head and he wore one large gold ring in his left ear.
Carlos touched Amaré on the arm and indicated that he should turn over.
At the same time André ran his hand down Jason's chest and murmured, "I
just need you on your belly please, handsome."
Jason
turned over, cradling his head on his hands so he could watch Amaré. To
his disappointment the equipment table blocked his view.
"He's fine, sweetie, just fine. Same thing going on over there as over
here." Jason could hear the snap of latex as André slipped on a pair of
gloves. He felt warmth along his backside. He flashed back to the
memory of the night he spent with the man somewhere near Clearwater. He
took a deep breath. He was safe here, Jim and Amaré were right beside
him. "Just relax a bit, I'm going to put the tip of my finger right
here, slipping it up, relax." André slipped her finger just inside
Jason's anus. He felt the tension and then relaxed around the digit. It
wasn't so bad. "Now, I'm just going to insert a silicone rod up inside
you. Take a look." She let Jason see the thin bit of flexible material.
It was narrower than a pencil. "I'm just going to use this to relax
your rectal area, so I can fit you for a wonderful little vibrator rod.
It'll feel good in a bit, I promise!"
The sensation
was very weird. André squirted a bit of warmed oil into Jason's rectum
with a plastic syringe, making the boy feel very full. The silicone rod
slipped in easily, tickling up inside the boy. Jason squirmed at the
pleasurable sensation. André slid it in and out a little, teasing the
boy's prostate gland. "Told you you'd like it! Now don't stay home all
day playing with yourself now that you know how good it feels. What,
you already do? With that thing in the front, I bet. Just wait until we
finish with this -- you'll never touch that other rod again!"
André pulled out the silicone and inserted a thicker tube; then
repeated the performance. "How big is that thing you're sticking in
there?" demanded Jason.
"Ooooh, curiosity! Much bigger things than this can go up you; you know that right? You're still a virgin, I can tell."
Jason blushed some more. This session was turning out to be one embarrassing moment after another.
André reached into the equipment cabinet and brought out a long, narrow
box. "If you've been to Harry Potter World, this will look familiar.
But these wands are actually magic."
She opened the
box and showed Jason the contents. It was another silicone rod, but
thicker, and at one end was a little knob that could be turned. "I'm
going to slip this in you and show you how it works. Lube yourself up
-- or even nicer, have someone else do it for you -- then slip this
inside. Then you take this little knob and twist it. This is an extra
special model because it doesn't require batteries. Just set it on this
little charger platform when you're not using it and it will be all
ready for you whenever you need it."
André placed the
end at Jason's rosebud and slipped it inside. Jason could feel it going
up inside him and tickling that special place. André must have turned
the knob because suddenly Jason was going crazy. It was like having a
direct connection to his sexual nervous system. Jason lunged his body
out of the seat, thrusting his pelvis forward over and over again as
the orgasmic energy built deep inside his pelvis and spewed out in jets
of ejaculation. After what seemed like ten or twenty minutes, Jason was
able to articulate enough words to ask, "please, turn off . . . " André
was bent over laughing, but reached behind the boy and turned off the
knob. Jason heaved huge breaths, his chest expanding as he gasped for
air. "Oh . . . my . . . God! Jeez! What the . . . "
At that moment Amaré, who'd peripherally noticed that something was up
with Jason, started screaming at the top of his lungs, his eyes wider
than Jason had ever seen. Amaré's mouth was wide open and he thrust
himself up and up and up until he was arched in the seat, suspended in
the air between the top of his head and the bottoms of his feet. His
penis was extended long and hard. In another few seconds he started
coming, long jets of white semen shooting from the tip of his penis.
Three, four, five more spurts ejaculated. Carlos reached carefully
under the boy and turned off the knob. Slowly Amaré came out of the
backbend, lying back down on the recliner, gasping heavily for oxygen.
Jason was distracted by pounding sounds on the glass and looked over.
From the time he lay down for the procedures he'd forgotten that they
were seated in front of a window. Now he got an eyeful. A crowd of
girls were pressed up against the glass, hands clapping against the
window. Their mouths were moving in the motions of yells and cheers but
no sound came through the double-thick insulated pane. Two girls were
pantomiming the ejaculations they had just seen, making obscene
gestures with their hands on imaginary cocks. Another girl was openly
masturbating, about to come from the looks of it. Most of the girls
were nude. Jason was mortified. He was a public spectacle! For some
reason the fact that the audience was girls was the crowning
embarrassment. He looked over and saw that Amaré had not yet noticed
the audience. To the other side Jason saw Jim leaning against the wall,
his face in its usual state of laughter.
"I would
guess that the vibrating anal plug is a success?" ventured Andre. "Let
me just pull that out. Whenever you're done using it you should wash it
off. It is a good idea to keep all your toys clean." Andre reached over
and pulled the long rod out of Jason's ass. The girls outside mimicked
the action, laughing and evidently cheering loudly. A bigger crowd was
showing up, although some tourists quickly hurried their kids off down
the river walk, shielding the eyes of newly stripped children from some
very conservative parts of the country.
"I'm putting
your name on the box, Jason; your uncle will take care of it until you
get home. Just remember, it's your 'real' magic wand. Nothing like
those fakes at Universal Studios. Now, we get to move onto something a
little less dramatic -- but arguably more usable. I need you on your
belly again."
Jason groaned. At least face down he
didn't have to see the ogling crowd of girls outside. Were they
planning to watch the entire show? Why not, he reasoned to himself.
Amaré and he were easily the most exciting thing happening in downtown
Jax today. Another thing, he'd just had the biggest orgasm of his life
and he was still as hard as a rock. So is Amaré, he noticed, grinning
to himself.
"Snap out of it for a minute,
daydreamer," coaxed Andre, "want to see what's going up your butt this
time?" More butt toys? Jason looked to the side and saw Andre holding
what looked like a small beaded necklace. "These little babies slip
into you one by one. They're all connected, so you can get them back
out. You just leave them inside and they tickle and move around and
make you feel all horny when you move. I just have to pop them into
you, so each time you feel pressure on your cute little rosebud back
there, relax, push out a little like you're going to fart, and I'll
slip it inside. When you want them out -- you know, to do your
business, or because you want the butt plug dildo, or your lover needs
you bad -- you just pull on this at the end and pop each bead back
out."
Andre rubbed Jason's butt cheeks to get him to
relax, tickled him a little to be funny and then applied the first bead
to his anus. "That's it, just push out a little," encouraged Andre,
"That's one in."
Four more beads were pushed up
inside his body before they were done. "You can stand up now and take a
look around. Walk up and down and feel what it's like."
Jason got up and immediately saw the crowd of girls. They were
obviously waiting for something more exciting to happen than boys
getting their butts filled. In fact, they looked a little bored. Fine
with me, grumped Jason, go on home if you don't like what you see. He
walked up and down feeling the tiny balls tingling inside. It felt
weird, but good. Oops, he thought, the girls are all interested again.
Oh yeah, right, our hard ons. He laughed at Amaré, the two of them
walking up and down in front of the glass, erections bobbing at near
vertical salute. Jason wiggled his hips at Amaré, who blew him a kiss.
Girls pounded on the glass in encouragement. Two girls mimed hugging
one another, so Amaré came over and gave Jason an embrace. Once their
skin was touching it felt so good that Jason reached over and gave
Amaré a full-on kiss on the lips. After a few moments they pulled apart
reluctantly.
The next operation was a sudsing with
shaving cream and a full body shave. From the neck down neither boy had
a single shaft of hair left. Armpits, chest, nipples, legs, arms, were
all as smooth as if they'd been lasered. Jason had begun to grow a
noticeable amount of pubic hair, but that, too, was all gone now. On
Amaré hair had not been quite as noticeable against his dark skin, but
shaved smooth Jason immediately noticed the difference. His skin now
shone brighter. He looked smooth as polished stone. He'll feel good in
bed, thought Jason, appreciating the effect.
"We will
finish up with a light airbrushing," announced Carlos, "but first your
father -- uncle -- I'm sorry; your Jim!" he broke down laughing. "What
I am saying is that the next procedure is the most complicated. We
don't do this for many boys your age. The effect should be very sexy!"
What now? wondered Jason. They'd been pierced, plugged, beaded, shaved . . . what more could there be?
Andre pulled out two boxes from the equipment cabinet and opened one.
He pulled out a what looked like a long, stainless steel rod with loop
and a ring near the end. The metal was very smooth and had subtle
undulations down the length of the rod. It looked, in fact, like a
combination of very expensive jewelry, scientific equipment and some
type of medieval torture device. Jason didn't now how accurate his
assessment was until he heard what was to be done with this fine piece
of craftsmanship.
"What we will do," continued
Carlos, "is insert this rod very gently up the centre of your urethra.
The loop hangs down nicely like so . . . " He held up his own penis to
show them where the loop would be, " . . . and the ring fits snugly
just behind the crown of your glans. It is made of pure aluminium, so
it will not rust or cause irritation."
"Wait! Up the urethra," gasped Jason, "You don't mean you're putting that inside my penis?"
Amaré, not familiar with the English vocabulary being used stood with a
blank face of confusion. "They will put something in my penis?" asked
Amaré.
"It is quite simple, boys," interrupted Andre
in exasperation, "the nice little tube that you pee out of goes right
down the centre of your penis. You're nice and hard, which makes this
even easier as the tube is all straight -- even if you're not," he
winked at Jason, "and the rod will go up nice and easy. Those little
bumps feel real good. Plus, if you're into this type of fashion it is
very sexy looking."
"But, if we pee?" asked Amaré, looking worried.
"Oh, I forgot to mention," explained Carlos. "This is a very high
quality penis plug. The centre is hollow so your urine, or semen, goes
right down the channel. No need to remove the jewelry"
"So it keeps the penis hard all the time?" asked Jason.
"No, not hard, although you don't seem to be deficient in that area,"
said Carlos, "but it does keep the shaft straight. The metal does not
bend, so neither does your penis, even when you are soft. Of course the
stimulation of the rod, the bumps, the ring are all usually sufficient
to keep a teenage boy erect most of the time!"
"Let's
not keep the girls waiting, shall we," suggested Andre in a
high-pitched sing song, "Places, boys! This time Carlos and I will be
working in tandem, so who wants to go first." Neither boy spoke up so
Andre chose Jason. "You can be the brave one in case we make a mistake
-- just joking!"
The procedure was not comfortable,
especially not at first. Carlos brought over a bowl of hot water and
began applying hot towels to Jason's penis. As soon as the towel would
cool he would apply another hot towel. Then a water-based lubricant was
applied to the entire rod and Andre started to apply gentle but
consistent pressure at the entrance to Jason's pee hole. At first Jason
thought he would faint. After it went in for about half an inch he was
afraid his urethra would burst apart from the pressure.
"It's too big guys, it's too big. I'm going to explode. Don't ruin my
penis for life. It isn't worth it." He looked back at his uncle with
frightened eyes.
"Is it all right Andre, Carlos?" asked Jim.
"It's going in very smoothly. It just takes a bit of pressure to
stretch the urethra at first." replied Carlos. Jim nodded and gestured
for them to continue.
Another half inch of insertion
and the girls started banging on the window and dancing around. This
was definitely a show worth waiting to see!!! They couldn't believe
their eyes. Boys getting shafts up their dicks? They had never heard of
this before, never!!! It's like fucking a dick, remarked one girl to
the amusement of all her friends.
Jason sat there
while a full three inches of length were inserted up his penis. The
ring was popped over his glans. He looked down at his erection, now
topped with a silver-looking ring and a small loop at the end of his
penis.
"The plug will hurt a little, maybe sting
slightly, for a couple of hours. Within 24 hours it should feel
completely fine. We have clients who keep them in all the time,
masturbate, fuck, you know -- do whatever -- with them in."
Jason stood there just looking. He wondered what other strange
contraptions had been invented for the body? Then he turned his
attention to Amaré who was being prepped for the same procedure. His
penis was warmed up in the wet towels and the second aluminium plug was
produced. Amaré either had a larger urethra, was more excited and wet,
or was just more slippery, because his plug slid into his penis in one
long, slow and continuous motion. André did the insertion and just kept
moving it in until the loop sat at the tip of Amaré's dick. The ring
took a little more work, Andre working Amaré's penis until it popped
into place.
"Beautiful work, boys," admired Jim.
"Beautiful. Let's get a hint of airbrush on them and take some photos!
Should we send one to Josephine?"
"She doesn't like naked boys," Jason remarked.
"So she says. I invited her to come live with us, but she said she had
no desire to see your naked butt every day. Actually, I think she was
happy to stay in her own home." Jim and the boys followed Andre and
Carlos away from the window to the airbrush stalls. Andre invited Jason
into the first stall and closed the door. "Something just a little wild
for you, sweetie." He pulled out a small airbrush attached to a hose
and started work. He obviously had a good eye and a steady hand,
because the effect was masterful. This wasn't anything like the
matching skateboard stripes Jason had seen earlier today. The
coloration was so subtle that it looked as if the paint had grown out
of his own skin, a fine shading accentuating the natural shapes of his
body. Jason was very pleased.
They stepped out and he
caught his breath when he saw Amaré. The boy looked as if he had just
stepped into the most subtle lights and shadows of dappled sunlight.
When he moved it was as if the dapples rippled across his skin as they
would if he were walking through a sunlit glade of trees.
"It's beautiful Amaré, stunning!" Jason gushed out his admiration. He
saw now that all the individual procedures of the day worked together.
The gold hued loop and ring on the end of Amaré's penis was like a
small accent to his erection, which curved up in a beautiful shape. He
had never realized how much an erection on a boy could look like the
body's normal state of being, rather than a temporary aberration. The
deep gold of 22 kt. gold glowed against Amaré's skin, dappled with sun
and shadow from the airbrushing. Although he couldn't see it, he knew
that five beads played inside his friend's body, teasing the prostate
and keeping him aroused. While all the operations were being done Jason
had felt prodded, poked, skewered and filled. He was sure he would look
like an overdone mess when it was all over and had been embarrassed
about being paraded through the streets. Looking at Amaré he realized
that most of what was happening was hidden away inside, with only the
most exquisite of clues to be divined from a touch of jewelry here and
there, a small plug at his anus, and an airbrushing so fine it was like
a natural part of his skin. He looked in the mirror and saw how the
silver-blue hue of his earrings and penis ring brought out the curving
shades of the airbrush. The effect was to unexpectedly bring out the
natural warm hues of his skin. It was like sunshine glinting off a
sheen of water covering his body.
The boys stood
transfixed, looking at themselves in the mirror, and at one another.
Jim looked very pleased! He handed Andre and Carlos each a big tip and
gave each of the naked stylists a hug. Andre lifted her foot behind her
and accepted a kiss on the cheek. Carlos gave an elegant bow. The
manager brought out a digital camera, took shots of each boy at
different angles, a photo of the two boys together, gold and silver,
brown and cream, looking sexy and in love. A final shot was taken of
the entire group, including Jim.
At last it was time
to leave. Jason was relieved to see that the girls had gotten bored
once the penile portions were complete, so they walked out onto the
river walk without a pre-made audience. That is not to say they didn't
attract attention. The boys were so stunning, and so obviously a set,
that nobody could pass by without noticing. People complimented them on
their looks, stopped to stare openly as they passed by, and some even
wanted to know if they were famous movie stars or some other kind of
celebrity.
A family stopped and asked if they could
look at the penis rings more closely. "Sure," replied Jim, "it worked
out just great and both boys just love them."
Amaré
and Jason nodded, but wondered how closely the mother and father, two
girls and a boy were actually going to look. As it turns out the mother
was not shy. Taking Jason's erect penis in hand she brought her head
right in close so she could see the details of how the jewelry
functioned. "Look dear," she called over her shoulder to her husband,
"this rod goes right into the end of his penis! That's amazing. Did
they have to solder the ring around here?" she asked Jason, "or did it
just pop over the glans?"
"Um, no ma'am," stuttered Jason, "I mean, they didn't have to solder anything."
"I really think we should get this done for Paul. Do you want to come
have a look, dear?" The woman's son shook his head vigorously and tried
to look anywhere but at Jason and Amaré.
"We just had
him stripped yesterday," explained the mother to Jim, "He's on his
second pill and still a little uncertain about the whole thing. But we
really want to do the whole Florida vacation thing, you know. We got
the girls pierced this morning and were thinking of just what to do for
Paul. This is so perfect. Just down the way on the right, you say?"
The two naked girls flushed when their intimate parts were mentioned.
Jason glanced down briefly and saw the glint of jewelry peeking out
from labia. The boy was getting more concerned now, "I don't need that
mom, I really don't. I'll get the other thing you showed me in the
store, that ring. I don't need anything that goes inside me -- besides
it will hurt!!!"
"Thank you so much for your time,"
the woman thanked Jim, gave a brief squeeze to Jason's erection,
glanced again at the construction of the device, and the family started
off in the direction of the piercing salon. "That is so cool . . . "
they heard her saying. "But it's your Florida vacation, dear," she
insisted to her son, "you'd never get this done in Des Moines."
"Yeah, and that's how I want to keep it," muttered the stripped naked boy under his breath.