Dalton and Ethan Chapter 9

(a Stripped for Florida story)

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Chapter 9: Happy Ending

Ethan

Ever since they started making him film that stupid reality show, I had been completely unable to spend time with Dalton. I could still see him at school, of course, and his new house was actually pretty close to mine, but we could never get any time alone. The cameras followed him everywhere, even into the bathroom. He had finally come out of the closet, and all of our friends had actually been really supportive, but there was still the law against stripped and unstripped kids having sex. With those cameras around, there was no way we could have sex without getting arrested.

Finally, one Friday night as I lay awake in bed, I heard a rock hit my window. When I looked outside Dalton was standing in my yard. I ran downstairs and jumped into his arms.

“How’d you get here without the cameramen following you?”

“I snuck out.” He kissed me and we made out for several minutes, then I lead him back up to my room.

I eagerly pulled off my pajamas and handed Dalton a bottle of lotion from my bedside table. He used it to lube up my ass. I lay down on the bed and Dalton got on top of me, fucking me while he kissed the back of my neck.

“Oh, god I’ve missed this.” I moaned

“Me too. Fuck you’re so tight.”

“I love you….Ooooooh I love you.”

Dalton stopped talking and started fucking me faster. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and started moaning unintelligibly. Finally, I felt the warmth of his cum filling my bowels, and the moans subsided to rapid panting.

I looked up and froze. There, standing in the doorway, was my father.

After a second that felt like an eternity, Dad cleared his throat, and Dalton finally noticed him.

“I overheard you boys. I thought I should check it out in case it was a burglar or something. Dalton, you should probably get home before your mother starts to worry. I’ll call her while you clean up.”

I went into the bathroom to clean up, put my pajamas back on, and trudged downstairs were dad and Dalton were waiting. By the time we got out to the car I was blinking back tears. Even though Dad didn’t seem angry I knew that Dalton’s mom would be, and she would probably make it even harder for him to get out. Who knew when we could be together again?

We passed an all-night 7-11 on the way to Dalton’s house.

“You know,” Dad said, “If we go in there and get you stripped, you won’t have to worry about sneaking around anymore. You boys can be together whenever you want.”

At that moment, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give to be with Dalton.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

We pulled into the parking lot and I stepped out into the cool night air. Dalton held my hand as we walked into the store.

The clerk looked up at us. “How can I help you?”

“This one needs to be stripped,” Dad explained, pointing at me.

I could feel my heart beating faster and fear rising in my throat. Let’s hurry up before I chicken out.

Dalton gave my hand an encouraging squeeze.

The clerk looked a little surprised. I guess she didn’t get many strippings at this time of night.

“We just need you to fill out these forms,” she told my father, “and you can go ahead and strip down while he’s doing that,” she looked at me.

I smiled at Dalton and stepped out of my slippers. He pulled my shirt over my head and we kissed as I slid my pajama bottoms off.

“I see you already started on the pills,” the clerk remarked, “will you be wanting the supply that comes with the tag?”

“Actually, this is natural,” I blushed.

“Then I’ll go get you some water.” She went in back and returned with a glass of water, the pills, and the tag which she placed behind my left ear.

“There you go, everything’s official now.”

I swallowed the pills and kissed Dalton. He grabbed my butt cheeks and began kneading them with his hands.

“I’m going to start doing this every day in school,” he whispered.

“I don’t think Ms. Riggs will like that.”

He laughed.

Dad tapped me on the shoulder. “We have to get Dalton home now.”

We drove to Dalton’s house, which was thankfully free of cameramen for once. I reluctantly kissed Dalton goodnight and then got in the front seat of the car. I noticed the leather felt funny on my bare ass.

Dad turned off the radio. “So I think it might be a good idea if you invited some friends over tomorrow to sort of get them used to the idea of you being stripped before school starts on Monday.”

“Good idea.”

The next evening found me, naked of course, in the pool with a dozen or so of my friends. Dalton showed up, cameras in tow, and jumped in the pool. He swam over to me and we started kissing, just like we had the day before his first race, except this time we were being watched by all of our friends and filmed by a TV camera crew.

I wasn’t thinking about any of that, though, just the sensation of his body, warm and wet against mine.

(The End)