Adrian

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ADRIAN

by Willie B Florida © all rights reserved
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ADRIAN PART THREE

Florida or not, Adrian found himself stark naked in public. It was dark outside, but the boy still looked around nervously, anxious that someone was going to see him.

"Dad, this is completely nuts. What if the cops come down the street. They'll arrest you and send me to juvie."

"Son, what you did this evening was unfortunate. If the cops should cruise down the block I'll tell them you're being punished."

Adrian noted his dad's voice -- low and calm -- and knew he better not push too far. He hung his head. "I'm sorry, dad," he murmured.

"That's fine, son, but I don't think you're over this yet. Your temper could explode tomorrow when you're naked at school. The consequences would be much graver than hitting me in the face with your dinner."

"I said I was sorry dad. You know I didn't mean to do that."

"No, you meant to hit the door."

Adrian let himself grin, just a bit. "Anyway, Dad, I don't know how Coach Simmons did this, but it's completely unfair. I can't go to school naked. I just can't. I could be home schooled. Please?"

"If I know your coach he'll have the entire team stripped in no time. It's your new uniform. That's what he told your mother. So, you won't be the only one. Besides, it's good for you. Did you know I spent a lot of time naked in athletics when I was your age?"

"You did?"

"That's right. I was on the swim team and we had to swim naked."

"Oh, at the Y. I know about that. That was different -- it was just guys."

"Actually, in this part of the country a lot of teams competed in the nude -- ours was one of them."

"You mean in front of everyone?"

"Absolutely. I used to think the mothers and girls made a point of coming to swim meets just to eyeball our bodies."

Adrian giggled. "Probably."

"So, while it's true I wasn't naked in the middle of class like you'll be, I was naked at school in front of whoever wanted to come watch. It wasn't bad after I got used to it -- besides, how do you think I met your mom?"

"She saw you naked?" Adrian asked incredulously.

"She came right up to me on the pool deck. I was dripping wet and half hard from the adrenaline rush after a race and there she was making it very obvious she wanted me to ask her out on a date."

"Hmmm, well I don't know if I want any dates."

"You may change your mind, but there's no rush. Believe me, nature takes care of that all on its own."

"What do you mean?"

"Just wait and see. Right now I want you to do your best on the team. Now here's my advice." They had walked nearly all the way around the block. Only one car had gone by and whoever was driving evidently didn't notice or didn't care that there was a naked adolescent boy out walking in the dark with his father. The lights of home glimmered through the trees and a nip was in the wind. "Behave yourself at school, set an example for all those boys who are probably about to be as naked as you are, and my guess is that your Coach will be more than proud of you."

His dad hadn't said the word, but Adrian suddenly imagined himself being named captain of the team. Wow, that would be something worth being stripped for. He was smart enough to know he could never ever count on such a thing, but even the hope of it gave him a different attitude.

"Okay, dad. I understand. If you could swim naked in front of the school I can play basketball -- and I guess I'll have to go to class this way, too. I just hope I don't freeze to death!"

"Let's get you inside before it gets any nippier!"

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If anyone ever figures out how news travels through a school they should patent it and put Twitter and Facebook out of business. Before Adrian even opened the car door everybody at West River evidently already had heard the unbelievable news that he would be arriving as naked as the day he was born. A few kids at school had actually been to Florida on vacation. They'd seen naked girls and boys in public. One boy had even been stripped by his parents for a week and kept on the Florida pills that made a boy stay hard day and night. But for the rest of West River, seeing a boy naked in public was a brand new and completely unexpected experience. After all, even if Wisconsin's laws weren't as strict as those in Ohio, where kids had to keep even their arms and legs properly covered, nudity was definitely not legal! DECENT laws had come into force and conservatives had made it clear that Scandinavian and Swiss heritage be darned—Wisconsin was not going the way of laissez faire Vermont and certainly not down the path Florida had chosen. It was one thing to go on vacation there, but the plethora of sex shops and children being brought to orgasm in public did not fly in the midwest. Besides, Wisconsin had winter. Didn't people have to bundle up just to survive?

Adrian mumbled a good-bye to his mom and walked bravely toward the two-story red brick school building. The baseball field was to the left, the arched doorway stolidly in the center and the new gymnasium to the right. The football field and track were behind the school. A raft of girls stood to one side ogling Adrian and talking loudly amongst themselves. The boys tried to act nonchalant while secretly comparing themselves to Adrian. After all, he was a star basketball player, all around athlete, and fairly popular boy. Finally a couple of his team mates walked up to him.

"Heard Simmons kept you after," Jeff informed him.

"Yeah, basket practice."

"Did you get any homework done?” commiserated another team member.

Adrian gave a wry smile. Daniel was a nerd, even if he did play good basketball. "Most of it," he replied.

They went inside and headed down the corridor to their lockers.

"He's keeping it cool," observed the counselor. Ms. Godfrey and Coach Simmons had made sure to be on hand to make sure no one hassled Adrian on his first naked day at school.

"He's a fine boy. I just hope he can stay calm when I've finished with today's paperwork."

Ms. Godfrey raised an eyebrow.

"Yup, I think I've figured out how to keep him nude 24/7."

"Coach! He'll freeze to death."

"It'll toughen him up. You ever been to Russia?"

"Me? Heavens no, why would I go to Russia?"

"Well, it gets mighty cold there, let me tell you. They have this tradition of winter sports -- in the nude! Not only that, whole families go on winter vacations where they trek through the snow and go swimming and then walk back home -- everyone naked. It's not as impossible as you think."

"Mr. Simmons," retorted Melanie Godfrey, "if you do anything to harm that boy I will personally see to it that you lose your job."

Coach Simmons laughed. "Why would I want to harm the future captain of my basketball team? You'll see, he'll be fine."

Adrian survived the day, although teen hormones easily did what Florida pills were designed to accomplish. His penis was at least half way hard for most of the day and fully erect the rest of the time. Several girls managed to cop a feel and Adrian was pretty sure that a couple of boys were eyeballing him with more than comparative looks. For some reason it gave him goosebumps along his entire spine and his dick went so hard he thought he would pass out. He survived the rush of heat to his face and sat down with his head spinning. He couldn't wait for basketball practice -- everything was much more understandable on the court.

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Somewhat to his surprise, Adrian was the only naked boy on the court. He'd more than half expected the coach to spring it on everyone that the team was going nude. He threw himself into practice, imagining himself as captain material. He played well, passed the ball, praised his team mates, laughed easily at his own mistakes and had a fabulously good time. Adrian discovered that moving on the court without clothing was unbelievably liberating. Sweat evaporated off his skin in an instant, keeping his temperature comfortable nearly all the time. His feet gripped the slippery waxed floor with ease. When he reached around to grab the ball there was never any worry that his arm would catch on his sleeve. And his genitals, well, his balls floated in air, his penis jutted forward and he felt fine -- truly fine.

In the showers he luxuriated in the warm water, soaping himself up liberally. He felt so good he was tempted to bring himself off right there, but he looked around at his team mates and decided not to push it. Nevertheless he couldn't wait to get home and have a good jack off session.

On his way out Coach Simmons beckoned him into his office. Team trophies filled the shelves on one side of the wall, while clipboards, an assortment of athletic paraphernalia and empty soda cans cluttered the rest of the office. There was nowhere to sit so Adrian stood in the only empty space.

"Congratulations, Adrian. You've made the transition to nude."

Adrian shrugged. It wasn't so bad -- at least so far.

"I'm glad you like it," Coach observed. "You'll probably never wear clothes again."

"Um, like . . . ever?"

Simmons nodded. "I just got word that you'll be allowed to be naked in public. If a team in Florida picks you up at training next summer they'll probably strip you for life."

"But, this isn't Florida."

"That's true. We can't actually force you to be naked here -- that's not the law. But I have managed to get permission for you to be nude, which is a major accomplishment in Wisconsin. So, your parents, the school, me . . . we're going to insist you be naked. I'm hoping you can move to Florida when you go pro -- that's the stripped for life part."

Adrian's head swam. This was all too sudden. A week ago he'd failed to hand a pile of forms to his mother because he was worried he might have to be naked next summer. Now he was being told he'd probably never wear clothes again.

"What about sledding, ice skating, getting to school? It's about to be cold!"

"I have some photos to show you. You might be surprised." Coach Simmons sat upright and turned around in his chair. He pulled a folder off of a stack of t-shirts and set it on top of his desk. "Come here Adrian."

The boy shoved his way through the clutter and stood next to the Coach. The folder was filled with glossy prints. Adults, children, boys like himself, were walking through the snow, standing by a dark-looking and probably freezing cold pond. Oh my, they were swimming! These kids were standing around in the water with ice covering the surface. It looked like the pieces of wood they were holding had just been used to open up a clear space in the ice before they could even get in. On the other hand, everyone looked happy -- and they were certainly all very naked!

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"That's what you're expecting me to do?"

Coach nodded. "I'm sure you can. More than that -- I bet you'll love it."

"Adrian?"

"In here mom," Adrian yelled. Coach closed the folder. "Thanks for showing me those," Adrian said softly. He could be angry at everyone, his coach, his mom, his dad, the counselor, for forcing this on him. But for some reason he felt like the coach was his ally in some venture he barely understood.

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