The Team 7

Stripped For Florida: The Team 7

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THE TEAM

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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DAY SEVEN

Mark woke up feeling the strain of his hard on. He staggered sleepily to the toilet and tried to piss, but his penis absolutely would not allow him to point it downwards. He laughed and tried to sit on the toilet, but he couldn't get his penis in any possible configuration where the pee wouldn't shoot up into the air. Evan laughed and Mark looked up.

"You'll have to do it in the shower! I'm afraid our days of being able to pee in a toilet are over!"

Mark walked to the shower area and peed into the air, laughing at his own antics. Evan came over and joined him, the streams making twin fountains. Their erections were noticeably harder. Not only that, but they curved up and back. Mark looked down and saw that his penis now stood up hard against his belly, the tip passing almost an inch above his belly button. The platinum filigree looked fantastic against his bronzed skin.

Seeing where he was looking Evan pointed at his own hard penis. "See, same place -- just above the belly button!"

At breakfast Sean dosed them with another batch of pills and then leaned down and adjusted something on Mark's penis ring; then leaned over and did the same on Evan's. In the midst of eating breakfast Mark said, "it may be subtle, but this ring is really something. And look at my dick." Mark stood up and everyone looked over. You could see the cock visibly straining, as if trying to pop out of its skin. The whole phallus was trembling. "I swear it's longer, isn't it Evan?"

"That's not really supposed to be possible," began Sean.

"But it is. We just checked before breakfast. Both of us. Mark's penis was against his belly, like it is now and it was just about an inch above his belly button. It's at least an inch and a half above it now, wouldn't you say."

Indeed, the sight of a boy who was that much dick was pretty amazing. It made it seem like half his front was penis.

"Let's go get those 'after' photos," suggested Marco.

"Not yet," replied Melissa, "I want them bathed and oiled before we get the final photo."

"Then we can do the stripping ceremony," proclaimed Sean.

The boys were sent to soak in the hot tub, then put on adjoining massage tables. They were thoroughly massaged from head to toe with moisturizer and then again with oil. Natasha then brought out a microfiber towel and buffed each boy down completely, including the long erections. "When you have this much on display," she remarked, "it is not an inconsequential amount of skin to take care of."

Sean got out the camera and carefully posed first Mark and then Evan for their "after" shots. Then he told them to pose together and shot a whole series of the two of them clowning around, trying to pose, kissing and even one of Evan sucking Mark's dick. Sean went off to print out a couple of the photos while everyone else stuck around to watch Evan finish Mark off. Although he was more than a little embarrassed, Mark was too thrilled to put a stop to Evan's affections. Once again it was obvious that Evan had very little sexual inhibition.

Sean came back with mock indignation, "What, I leave the room to get two photos and miss the entire show?"

He put the before and after photos side by side on the counter. The results were stunning. Two pale, somewhat inhibited boys stood awkwardly next to the most beautiful, bronzed, erect boys one could ever hope to meet.

"Best thing," said Sean, "the differences aren't just skin deep -- and you're just beginning to blossom!"

GOING HOME

Leaving was bittersweet. Mark was eager to try out his new look and new outlook in his old terrain. On the other hand, he'd had what was arguably the best week of his life at the spa. He hugged each of the young staff members and promised to stay in touch. Sean gave him his cell phone number and told him to call if anything was on his mind, "good, bad, or terrible!" said Sean.

Mark promised, then got into the backseat of the car where Evan was already strapped in. The seat belts looked funny crossing over their super-erect dicks. Evan's dad, Brad, was driving, but Mark's dad kept turning around in his seat to talk to the boys.

"I just can't get over what a fantastic makeover they did. I know they're supposed to be experts, but, wow!"

"What are you trying to say, Dad, that I looked like a nothing before?" Mark was teasing, but there was a kernel of annoyance underneath it.

"Those kids at school are going to be awestruck when they see you," remarked Brad, looking at them in the rearview mirror. "Hey, what do you think, Evan, should we get the coach to strip the whole team?" Evan laughed a little too loudly. He had put on a brave face for Mark, telling him they would return looking like gods; and he was enthused about the effect his new look would have on girls. On the other hand, he wasn't too sure about getting pummeled on the field wearing only a helmet and shoulder pads.

"Sure, why not," laughed Evan. "Then I won't be the only one putting my naked ass on the line."

Brad pulled into the driveway. Evan got out and gave Mark a hug. Suddenly Mark didn't want Evan to leave. He'd enjoyed living with the boy 24/7 at the spa. "So, call me, okay?"

"Sure thing."

Mark and Chuck thanked Brad for doing the driving and waved as the car pulled out of the drive and drove out of sight.

"You're looking fantastic, Mark," observed his dad. "How do you feel?"

"It's a bit hard saying good-bye to Evan, but otherwise I feel on top of the world."

"It's only for the rest of the day. I'm sure you'll see Evan tomorrow, or at school."

"Yeah." Mark shrugged. He wished Evan and his Dad had come in for a while. But he supposed Evan's mother and sisters were eager to see him.

"Let's show you off to your mother, shall we?" urged his dad.

"Oh my, I can't believe it!" exclaimed his mother when they came into the house. "Come here and let me get a better look at you." She cooed over the lovely earrings and ran her fingers over his short hair. She asked about the filigree tattoo on his lower torso and put out a finger to touch it. "I can't believe you're so big!"

Mark nodded. He hadn't really thought about what it would be like to be naked with his parents. He'd never worried about it in the past, although he hadn't been as much of an exhibitionist or as comfortable with his body as Evan. He'd always chalked it up to not being an athlete, but now that he was feeling more comfortable with his sexuality he realized that wasn't it. He wanted to be a sexy boy in the world now, not hidden away.

"It's fine mom. You don't have to be shy about it. You've seen me since I was born," he laughed, "of course. Please don't act like I'm some stranger because I'm naked and hard and all. I'm still your boy, just growing up is all. But I need hugs and loving and kisses. You probably want to check out this ring and the tattoo on my dick. I know its huge -- it feels like it takes up half my body -- so you can't just act like my dick's not there. But you guys stripped me, you got the state to approve double dose on pills, you wanted me to be this way. I love it, so don't feel like you have to apologize, but don't act stand-offish, either."

Mark's dad nodded, then smiled. "You've become quite outspoken!"

"So, you're right. Can I just take a quick look at the ring?" asked his mom.

"Sure, you can touch it. Look at my dick -- touch that too if you want."

His mom put out a tentative finger and touched the tattoo on the upper end of his penis. "Didn't it hurt?"

"It did, but it's fine now."

"And the ring. Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable?"

"No, it's way cool. Put your finger on it. Feel how it vibrates? The pills keep me hard, but the vibrations keep me aroused all the time -- even when I'm sleeping. Sean says it is set low enough so I can't cum spontaneously, but it's pretty darn exciting! But, still, I can't really cum unless Evan's fu . . . " Mark blushed. "Okay, I said not to be shy around me, so I'm not going to do it either. Evan and I made love while we were at the spa. A lot, actually. It was really hard to say good-bye to him just now."

"Thank you for sharing that with us Mark. It means a lot to us," said his mother.

"You're a beautiful young man; I'm proud of you and you deserve friends who love you and treat you right," said his dad.

"Thanks," mumbled Mark. "Really, I mean it," he said in a more assertive voice.

"Can I ask one question," asked his mother. "How do you pee?"

Mark laughed. "It isn't that easy!!!"

"Not to change the subject," interjected Chuck, "but how about we take Mark out to dinner to celebrate. After all, it isn't every day one gets stripped!"

"That's a great idea," exclaimed his mom.

"I'll go get ready," said Mark. He walked down the hallway to his room. He'd barely been home, he realized! His bed was stripped to a single bottom sheet, just like the one he and Evan had shared at the spa. He opened his closet and found that all his clothes had been removed. The same with his dresser: drawers empty of any clothing at all! He wasn't sure what was involved in getting ready to go out to dinner. Was it a formal or casual place? No shirt no shoes no service!!! It was all a moot point now. He decided to take a quick shower and he'd be ready to go. In the bathroom he adjusted the knobs and waited for the water to warm up. He stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain. With some relief he let out a jet of pee. I guess this is the only way to go now, he chuckled -- or in the backyard! After soaping, scrubbing and rinsing off he got out. No towels. Okay, just like the spa.

Mark walked back down the hallway, his skin glistening. "Okay, I'm ready to go!" he announced.

His mom looked at his wet, naked body, nodded, and said, "Okay, I guess you are. Are you okay like that honey? You look like your penis is going to burst!"

"Um, yeah, I guess." Mark was puzzled. Did she understand about the pills? Why were they giving them to him if she was so worried? He shrugged his shoulders.

As if to accentuate his confusion his mom said, "Oh, and you need to take your pills before we leave. They're on the kitchen counter. Drink lots of water, dear."

Mark swallowed the pills and they all headed out to the car.

His dad pulled the car into the parking lot of Pacific Rim, one of Mark's favorite restaurants. It was a bit on the pricey end of the scale and wonderfully decorated. As they entered through the glass door Mark felt the hush that always permeated this eatery. A twisted vine and two exotic red flowers were arranged in a tall Japanese vase, behind which hung a long scroll of calligraphy. The hostess greeted them with a small bow and invited them to follow her to a table. Mark could feel the other diners discreetly checking out his naked body. The gold tattoos glinted in the soft lighting and the shadows seemed to accentuate his erection. This was his first real public exposure as a stripped boy, but the folks in the restaurant seemed like a friendly audience, or at least a polite one. Their hostess led them to the section with traditional low Japanese tables with seating on small cushions and tatami mats. As he kneeled down Mark realized that the arrangement meant that his erection would remain visible to his parents -- and other diners should they look over.

"I know you like this section, Mark," said his Dad.

"Thank you. I do love this restaurant, but it is expensive."

"Don't worry about it. This is a big celebration, honey," responded his mother, "order anything you want tonight!"

When the waitress came to the table she kneeled on the tatami mat and served each of them tea in delicate ceramic cups. An array of appetizers was brought, including cucumbers in rice vinegar, roasted soy beans, tiny dumplings and a selection of pickled vegetables. Mark enjoyed sampling each beautifully arrayed dish, picking up tiny bits with his chopsticks. The next course was barley miso soup. Mark loved it and filled his bowl three times. He caught his parents sitting back looking at him. He smiled shyly.

"Just enjoying the sight of my beautiful boy," said his mother.

Mark nodded. He was enjoying himself immensely. The food was good, it was nice to be out with his parents, and so far nothing untoward had happened on his first stripped outing. He was getting nervous, however, because he really needed to pee. Finally he spoke up. "Dad," he said, leaning across the table so his voice wouldn't broadcast through the restaurant, "I really need to pee. What am I going to do?"

His mom smiled, almost a giggle.

His dad held his hand up and the waitress stopped. "Yes, is there something you need?"

"Just a large paper cup, if you have one?"

"Of course, I'll get you one right away." She bowed and left. A few minutes later she handed the cup ceremoniously to Mark's dad.

"What's that for?" inquired Mark.

Leaning in close he explained, "If you stand at the urinal and pee up into this cup, the liquid will drain back down where you want it to go."

Mark looked dubious, but his father handed him the cup and Mark got up to go to the restroom.

He walked the length of the restaurant, feeling self-conscious with his erection, a paper cup, and his naked body. After the traditional seating area was a row of enclosed booths, reserved for large parties. As he passed by one of the booths he caught sight of a boy in his class at school; not someone he really knew, but definitely one of the boys he thought was very cute. He let his eyes linger on the boy for just a moment and kept walking. In the restroom he was glad to find that he was alone and set about trying his dad's experimental method. He stood in front of the urinal and placed the cup a few inches above the tip of his erection and tried to pee. He realized he was nervous. Even though his bladder was starting to ache he couldn't get anything to come out. The door opened. Mark debated whether to look around him, or just act cool and stand at the urinal.

"Hey, that is you! Mark?"

Mark turned his head. It was the cute boy.

"Oh, hi, how are you!" he said, as if they were standing around at some formal party, rather than at a urinal while he held a paper cup over the end of his dick.

"Um, I'm fine. Gee, you look really fantastic! When did all this happen?"

"My parents had me stripped. Actually, this is the first time I've been out in public -- it's sort of my stripping celebration you could say."

"Are you always that hard?"

"Yeah, I'm on the pills. It's pretty intense."

"Wow, I don't think I'm that big, even if I were on pills. Sorry to be so rude, but, doesn't it make it hard to pee."

Mark laughed. "Yes, at the moment I'm feeling like it makes it impossible to pee!" He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with a boy he had a potential crush on. This is not the way he would have wanted to be introduced, but under the circumstances he explained about the cup and what he was trying to do.

"Um, if there's something I can do, like hold the cup, or -- I don't know -- I'm glad to help."

Mark's mind was in a whirl, but he took a huge risk. What did Sean say, or was it Evan? Yes, Evan had said it: you've changed on the inside; some boy is going to respond to that -- many boys is my guess. He drew his breath in and spit it out, "You could run your finger up my dick, if you don't mind -- it might start the pee coming. Just make sure to take your hand away fast so I don't pee on you." Mark laughed, mostly out of nervousness at what he'd just suggested.

To his surprise the boy agreed. "Okay, that would be cool, actually."

Mark put the cup in place and the boy ran his finger lightly up the full length of his penis. "Okay, I think I'm going to pee." The boy didn't move his hand away, but instead ran his finger up Mark's dick a second time. A spurt, and then a jet of pee shot up into the cup and splattered down around the boy's hand and into the urinal. Mark felt like he was peeing for 5 minutes, but the boy just left his hand there, smiling the entire time.

"Oh man, that was crazy!" exclaimed Mark when he finally stopped. "Look, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to pee all over you."

"I liked it." said the boy simply.

Mark stared at him. Then he laughed. "Want to get together sometime?" he asked, pushing forward with Evan's prediction.

"Really? Oh, yes, that would be awesome."

"Cool," said Mark, "Um, let me wash up here and I can get your phone number. I'm Mark, by the way."

"Oh, I know! You're in my class at school."

Mark reddened with embarrassment. "Yeah, I've looked at you for a long time -- you're really cute! I just didn't know if you knew my name. I'm sorry, because I don't remember yours."

"That's okay -- wait, you think I'm cute?"

Mark nodded.

"Nice. I'm Robby!"

"Great, if you'll come to my table for a moment I can get your phone number -- no pockets!" he explained.

Robby laughed appreciatively and Mark felt he'd scored a point.

The two boys walked back to the table where Mark's parents were sitting before an enormous platter of sushi. "We didn't want to start without you," explained his dad.

"Oh, thank you. These are may parents, Chuck and Lisette. This is Robby. He's in my class at school. Mom, do you have something I could write on?"

The boys exchanged phone numbers and Robby returned to his own group.

"He seems like a nice boy," said his mother.

"Yeah, I think he's probably pretty nice."

"Did my method work?" asked his dad.

"With a little help I did manage to pee." Mark did not elaborate any further.

The next day was Sunday. Mark was a wreck of conflicting emotions. He was walking on air that he had been so bold with Robby and that it had worked out, but he was also scared that it was an illusion that would pop as soon as he saw him at school, or called him to get together. He was apprehensive about what would happen at school, but determined to be himself with the confidence that Evan had his back. At home he nearly drove his parents crazy, asking whether he should call Evan or not, call Robby or not, try to do an activity or just chill and be prepared for school the next day. He made his dad look at him over and over again and tell him if he was absolutely sure that his muscles looked in shape. Was he still tanned? Was his dick sexy on the pills or just grotesquely enlarged? What about the ring? Had he made a good choice or should he try to get a different one at the last minute? The one thing Mark absolutely loved was his ruby earrings. They suited him to a tee!

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Monday morning was a whirlwind of activity at Mark's house as he prepared for school. His mother had his pills ready to be downed, and she made him eat a complete breakfast. Mark stayed in the shower until his father finally told him he'd drown if he didn't get out. Then Mark wanted his skin rubbed down with oil but yelled at his dad that he didn't know how to do it properly.

"Well, your mom can do it then," suggested his dad.

"No, I want you to do it."

"Then you'll have to be patient and tell me how you like it."

At the last minute Mark nearly had a meltdown when he decided he'd look stupid going to school naked with a backpack on and announced he wasn't taking any books or school supplies.

His mother saved the day by remembering the way her parents had taken books to school. She found one of Chuck's old belts, cut it shorter and showed Mark how to strap his books together and carry the whole package over his shoulder. Mark turned this way and that in front of the hall mirror until his mother forcefully ushered him out of the house and opened the car door for him.

"Can I borrow your cell phone, mom. I want to make sure Evan's getting to school at the same time."

"Evan?" Mark said into his mom's phone.

"Evan is here, who is this?"

"Oh, sorry, hello, this is Mark."

"Good morning, Mark. Evan, Mark's on the phone."

"Hi Evan. Where are you? I want to make sure I get to school at the same time as you."

"We're just leaving the house. We should be there in ten minutes."

"Okay, cool. I'll wait for you in front."

"See you."

"Mom, you have to wait until Evan gets here. I'm not getting out of the car until I see him."

She shrugged and pulled the car into the parking lot across from the front entrance. In five minutes Mark saw Evan's mom pull into the drop-off drive.

"Okay, mom. Wish me luck."

"You'll be great, Mark. I love you."

"Love you, too."

Mark stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. This was it. Naked in school. He stood up straight, pulled his shoulders back and walked across the lot toward the front drive. Evan was getting out of the car and trying to avoid having his mother kiss him.

"Hey Evan."

"Hi Mark."

The two boys walked through the front door and into the hall chaos that always preceded the first bell. At first it was as if no one noticed them, but as they pushed their way into the crowd a sudden hush spread outwards and down the hall. People moved aside and gaped. It was not just that Evan and Mark were the first students enrolled at Marshwood High to be stripped. They looked like mythical gods come down to walk on earth. The bronzed skin, the filigree tattoo work, the barest hint of hair uniformly outlining the forms of their skulls, the glint of light on precious metals and gems, and last, but certainly most impressive, the massive erections straining upwards towards their chests. Both sets of parents had been sure to give their sons the maximum allowed dose the night before and this morning. Their cocks strained at the containing skin, the blood threatening to burst the flesh. The vibrating rings added to the tension, bringing a visual quivering to the organs. Without thinking, people simply stopped where they stood, their mouths fell open and they waited -- they knew not for what. Was Evan going to grab the nearest nubile girl and fuck her brains out in the middle of the hall? Were the boys on the brink of orgasm, at any minute to explode with sperm and fill the hallway? Were Mark and Evan not only bronzed and hard and buffed, but lovers?

At that point Evan saw the girl he'd been fantasizing about since the beginning of the school year. He walked straight over, put his arm around her and started walking down the hallway toward his first class. At least half the other girls in the hall realized they'd been holding their breath, and sighed with disappointment. Mark assumed his customary invisibility and walked into his first period class.

Fortunately the class was Biology and he genuinely liked Mr. Sarkis, the teacher. After roll call and some announcements students got to work at lab benches. Mark went up to find out what he had missed during his week away.

"Looks like you had a busy week," observed Mr. Sarkis dryly. "Nice, though. I definitely like your taste in fashion."

Mark looked up suddenly. What was his teacher saying? That he liked naked boys?

"Um, yeah, it wasn't completely up to me, but -- yeah -- it's pretty cool."

"You'll learn to enjoy it, young man. You're very lucky. When I was a young boy I was able to go naked almost anywhere in my village, but I grew up, alas."

Mark had never thought about his teacher as a boy. He wondered where he had grown up that he'd been able to go naked. As far as he knew Florida was the only place that had stripping laws. Unfortunately, like many young students, Mark didn't voice his questions and walked back to his lab bench knowing very little more about his teacher or the world.

The trouble started in third period, but at the time Mark was proud of what he'd done. It was one of the group of guys in the school who sat around and smirked at whatever they could. They weren't in any clubs, not on any teams. They slouched back in their seats, legs stretched out to trip any unsuspecting person and made snide remarks audibly enough to be heard, but not loud enough to get them kicked out of class. "So, what are you, some kind of fag or something?"

"Yes, I am, actually. Are you asking me out?"

"Very funny, shit eater. We'll deal with you later."

Mark dismissed the boy's remarks as an idle threat and continued through the day. At lunch Evan was surrounded by girls at a busy and popular table. Football players crammed around and sat at the adjoining tables. Mark decided to be bold and pushed his way through.

"How's it going Evan?"

"Hey, Mark, good to see you. It's great. Hey, everyone, isn't it great?" The crowd clapped and a couple of girls snuggled up against Evan.

Evan was obviously glorying in all the attention. "Okay, well, I'll catch you later then," Mark said in as cheery a voice as he could muster. He went through the lunch line and carried his tray out into the center of the room, looking for a place to sit.

Robby suddenly came up behind him and said, "Hey, Mark, remember me? I'm sitting over there if you want to join me."

Mark was relieved, glad that he had a place to belong. Dressed, he'd always been invisible and preferred it that way. Stripped, he realized he couldn't play the invisibility game, so suddenly he needed friends. How strange! He followed Mark over to a table populated by emo-themed theatre types and artists. But Robby was happy to see him and his animated talk and jokes made up for the slack emotions of the rest of the group. Feeling good he put his tray away and went to his next class. Sixth period Algebra was the only class he shared with Evan. To Mark's surprise Evan made a point of sitting next to him. As soon as Mr. Dyer turned his back to scribble away on the board Evan leaned over. "So, I got this date with this hot girl I've been wanting to go out with since the beginning of the year. But, she says she'll only go on a double date. Do you have someone you can ask out? She wants to go to some movie this Friday. What do you think?"

"Um, I don't think it will be a problem. I've never really gone out on a date, but I guess my parents have to agree sooner than later. I'll ask them. As far as asking someone, you won't believe it, but you were right -- boys are noticing me. Well, at least one boy, but he's really cute!"

"Fantastic! When can you let me know?"

"I'll call you tonight."

"Boys," boomed Mr. Dyer's voice. Evan and Mark sat up straight in their chairs to find the teacher looming over them. "I appreciate the great efforts that have obviously gone into your physical transformation since you were last in school, but in spite of the fact that you somehow have an excused absence," he cleared his throat, "you still have a great deal of catching up to do. If there is any blood left after filling those huge appendages," the class giggled, "I suggest you transfer it to your brains and pay attention. One more lapse and I'll have you both sent to the front office."

That night Mark got permission to go out Friday. "As long as we know where you are going to be, who you're with, and how you're getting there and back, that's fine. You need to be home before midnight, so make sure Evan and everyone else involved is aware of that." Mark nodded. He wondered if his parents knew that he had been out all night the week before -- part of it with Evan!

Next he called Robby and asked if he'd like to go on a double date. "Evan's really cool, you'll like him a lot," gushed Mark. "I don't know who this girl is, but I'm sure we'll have fun."

"Yeah, fine, I'm so happy you called me!" He really is a sweetheart, thought Mark! Finally he called Evan who was thrilled, but eager to get off the phone.

"I have to call Cathy right away. Thanks so much. I'm so glad you could do this."

"Okay," replied Mark, disappointed not to be able to talk for at least a few minutes, "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye!"

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(The End)