Adrian

Adrian 2

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ADRIAN

by Willie B Florida © all rights reserved
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ADRIAN PART TWO

"100% on the next ten shots and you can hit the showers." The coach's voice was quiet, but pitched to carry across the court -- and Adrian had no doubt that he'd stay another three hours if he didn't comply. His eye on the basket, Adrian let the ball fly. Coach Simmons had started him out right under the hoop, but foot by foot Adrian had ended up farther out on the court. Getting ten in a row wasn't going to be easy. The boy was too tired to concentrate, too tired to protest any longer. He just wanted to go home.

"Here's the deal," the coach had said when Adrian had wandered into the gym after school. "There's no team practice today. It's just you and me. Your mom signed the papers, including the agreement that you can be stripped naked this summer in Florida if you're good enough. Right now I want to make sure you're good enough to do anything that comes along: break some records for our school team, make it to Florida for training, get picked up for a college scholarship, and attract the attention of those pro scouts. Do you understand?"

"Naked?"

"Is that the only thing you heard me say?"

"I can't believe my mom would do that."

"Here's what she signed, if you want to go through the fine print, but you're not doing it on practice time. Right now it's after-school and I want to see what you can do."

The boy shrugged. He was good and he knew it. "Tell me what to do it and I'll do it."

"Start out right here under the basket. We'll make it a game. Anytime you make ten shots out of twelve you back up a foot. Anytime you miss more than two shots out of every twelve, you remove an item of clothing. It's sort of like strip basketball."

"How long do I have to do this for?"

"Until you're naked."

Adrian laughed. "We could be here all night!"

"Fine with me," answered the Coach, "but you know what that would mean, don't you?"

"Um, that I won't be naked?"

"If you can stay here all night it means you can shoot from all the way across the court."

Adrian went pale. The coach was right. If he backed up a foot after every successful series he'd be moving farther and farther away from the hoop. On the other hand, if he messed up on purpose, he'd be stripped sooner.

"I'm going home," he announced.

"No chance. Your parents are on board with this plan and so am I. My goal is that by the end of this evening you are too."

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Adrian threw the ball and delighted in the swish -- nothing touching the metal hoop. At first the ball went through every time, but even the pros can't shoot flawlessly and by the end of the first hour Adrian pulled down his boxers and was naked as the day he was born. He was angry with himself for missing and determined to show the coach that he really could shoot from far out on the court, naked or not. His body dripped with sweat, but his competitive streak sharpened his senses and he actually doubled his accuracy once he was nude. Although he remained silent, this fact wasn't lost on the coach where he kept watch from his perch in the bleachers.

Sensing that Adrian was near the end of his energy after a long day Simmons challenged him to ten in a row and then sent the boy into the locker room where Adrian soaked himself for 20 minutes under a hot shower. When he came out Coach was talking to his mother.

"See you tomorrow champ. You did better than I expected today!" Coach drew a piece of paper out of his pocket. "This was my prediction of how far from the basket you could make ten shots without missing. You beat it by five feet!"

Adrian grinned in spite of himself. "You probably just wrote that down!"

"Honest!" Simmons held up his hand, "I wrote it before you even came into the gym today. I'll do the same tomorrow."

"I bet you I'll beat that prediction, too.” Adrian boasted.

"We'll see! Have yourself a good dinner. You earned it."

Adrian and his mom walked out of the gym. It wasn't until they were halfway across the parking lot that Adrian froze. "Mom! My clothes!"

"You're fine. Here's the car. Just get in."

Adrian looked around wildly as he got into the car as fast as he could. He felt fortunate that there seemed to be nobody around.

"Geez, mom, that was crazy. Where are my clothes anyway?"

"I think coach Simmons has them."

"What? You want me to walk up to the house naked?"

"You've been naked since school let out. Is it bothering you?"

"Not really. I mean, not in the gym. I got used to it. At first it was really, really weird. I was like, geez, I hope the coach isn't some pervert or something, but he really didn't seem to care. I think he was trying to get me to play better," he admitted.

"Did you?"

"For some strange reason, once I missed so many times and was naked, I actually got more throws through the hoop, even though I was farther away."

"So being naked worked for you."

"Don't get any ideas, mom."

Angie pulled the car up to the house, got up and walked around and opened the passenger side door. "Come in when you're ready. I've got to get supper on the table."

"Whatever." Adrian pulled his backpack from the back seat and scurried up the sidewalk, glancing quickly to make sure no neighbors were watching. Inside he hurried to his room.

"Why's Adrian naked?" asked Emma. She was a sturdily-built athlete, not as tall and lanky as Adrian, but accomplished in softball and the varsity track team. She'd seen her younger brother naked plenty of times -- Scandinavian families are not all that shy about family nudity, even ones that have lived in America for generations -- but it was odd to see him walk in the door that way.

"He's going to be spending a lot of time that way," her mother replied, "don't give him a hard time."

"Mom!!!" yelled Adrian from his bedroom. "Where are my clothes?"

"Shit, mom, you hid his clothes? That's not very fair," Emma protested.

"I put them away. Coach says you're supposed to spend the evening naked."

"That damn coach, I'm going to punch him."

"One more nasty word out of you and I'll have him double your practice time."

"I have homework to do."

"Well, get busy. I'll call you when supper is ready."

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"I can't believe you're eating dinner naked," giggled Marie. She spent long days at the community college campus and caught the last city bus, getting home just in time for supper.

"Don't bother me, Mar. I can't wait to get my uniform on in the morning."

"First time you've admitted liking your school getup."

"Yeah, it's a dorky outfit alright, but at least I'll be wearing something."

"I can't wait to tell your dad how you broke the coach's prediction today," enthused Angie.

"Where is dad, anyway?" Emma asked.

"Avoiding me," retorted Adrian, "after telling mom to sign me up as a nudist."

"It's only in the gym," Marie corrected. "Didn't the Greeks advocate sports in the nude? Makes you play better, right?"

"Hmmph, I don't see you playing lacrosse in the nude."

"That's because it is a winter sport. Otherwise the Algonquins probably would have played it naked."

"Anyway, practice is over and I'm still naked."

“But we're your sisters,” Emma spoke up. “You shouldn't be shy in front of us. Anyway, I think you look very nice naked."

Adrian stuck his tongue out at her.

"That was not very courteous," replied Emma with decorum.

Angie's cell phone rang and she glanced at it, thinking it was her husband Allan. She picked it up when she saw it was the Coach's number.

"Good evening, Mrs. Petersen, I'm sorry to interrupt your evening."

"That's fine. The kids and I are just having a bite to eat. What can I do for you?"

"I've made some phone calls and you'll be interested to know that Adrian can come to school tomorrow in his new sports uniform."

"He has a new sports uniform? Adrian, do you have your new uniform?"

Adrian looked baffled.

"I'm hoping he's wearing it now," the coach went on.

"He's naked as a jay bird, as you requested."

"That's his new uniform. I just made some inquiries and students are required to wear either stipulated school uniform or regulation athletic uniform to school. Since his new sports uniform is 'naked as a jaybird' as you term it, that makes it legal for him to come to school that way. Unfortunately, Wisconsin law requires him to be clothed when he's not at school -- unless he’s at home," he corrected himself.

"So, you just want me to send him to school the way he is?"

"That's right!"

"Um, he usually rides his bike."

"You'll have to bring him to school. So far I haven't figured out how to keep him naked on the streets. I apologize for giving you extra work in the morning, but I really don't want him to get dressed at home then strip off again when he gets to school."

"It's not a problem," Angie replied, "but it's beginning to sound like he's in Florida already."

"Not quite. You ever been there?"

"No, no I have not."

"It is quite the experience, let me tell you. Meanwhile, I'll see Adrian tomorrow -- naked!"

Angie hung up.

"What was that all about?" Marie asked.

"I have to be naked, don't I?"

Angie nodded. "Sorry, son -- you're wearing your new uniform."

Adrian didn't say a word. He stood up from the table, and with the same accuracy with which he'd been a nude athlete on the court, he threw his plate of food straight across the room aimed to hit the little window inset into the front door. With impeccably unfortunate timing the door swung open. Adrian's face froze while he willed the plate to stop in midair, and then the spaghetti, meatballs, cheese, sauce and garlic bread slammed straight into his father's face and the plate fell with the crash of breaking china onto the tile floor.

No one said a word. Adrian's naked penis jutted out incongruously, half hard, from his blond pubic hair. Then everyone else rushed forward to tend to the stunned Allan Petersen.

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