The Team 8

Stripped For Florida: The Team 8

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THE TEAM

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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PART 8

The week was not bad. Mark pondered that it may have been the best week he'd had in school since he'd been in elementary school. It was still weird being naked in school. Evan and he made quite a spectacle with their huge quivering erections filling every class with a subtle sexual tension. He could see girls whispering and passing notes. Boys cast surreptitious glances when they thought he wasn't looking. A few boys looked at him with what he was sure was longing. Two boys even came and sat at the table with the crowd at lunch time, obviously wanting to be in Mark's company. The emo crowd was not so bad. In spite of their rather dismal outward affect, they turned out to be quite passionate about creativity, arguing over the lyrics of songs, play titles, the best way to paint a portrait and a range of other topics. They even encouraged Mark to try out for the school musical.

A girl took pains to inform Mark that she was not allowed to speak to him anymore because her church disapproved of stripping. This was somewhat odd because Mark couldn't remember her ever speaking to him in the past. While giving her lengthy explanation she seemed to spend most of her time getting a rather thorough view of his erect penis. The school's gang of bullies laid low after the remark of the first day, a matter which gave Mark some concern.

All in all, this was not the "Naked in School" experience of online fantasies. After all, stripping was a Florida state law. Although not common at Marshwood, thousands of kids had already been stripped in Florida. There was no motivation for the school to exploit the naked boys for titillation, punishment, classroom demonstrations, or anything else. The faculty and administration attitude was to treat the phenomenon as normally as possible and hope that it wouldn't create any extra problems.

Mark was called in for a rather surreal conversation with the school's guidance counselor, a woman who generally spent her time filling out reams of mandated forms required by the state while avoiding having to do anything more than this basic obligation. On Thursday Mark's math teacher handed him a note which asked him to show up at Ms. Lapinni's office at the beginning of the next period. When he arrived the door was open and the counselor gave a cheery greeting and asked him to come in. She got up and walked around her desk to close the door.

"As you are a newly stripped student at our school, I am required to provide you with information to safeguard your basic rights. I'll go over all the materials and you may ask any questions you may have."

Mark nodded.

"As you know, you were stripped in accordance with legal statutes of the State of Florida. For your protection a microchip has been embedded in your skin. This makes it possible for your school, emergency personnel or the police to find you at any time should it be suspected that you are in danger. The state takes very seriously its obligation to keep minors away from harm, and particularly those that have been stripped. Are you aware that it is against the law for anyone to force you to accompany them, molest you, touch you inappropriately, or engage in any form of sexual contact?"

Mark nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I am," he answered when Ms. Lapinni seemed to want more than a non-verbal assent.

"Very good. Now, for the sake of clarity, I need to go over the difference between what is legally permitted and what is not. Your parents or guardians had the right to strip you. This means you can wear no clothing or obscuring body decoration until the day of your 21st birthday. You live with your parents, Mark, is that correct?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Our records indicate that you were stripped 6 days ago. Has anyone gone over the rules and regulations with you?"

"Um, no ma'am."

"I will go over them briefly with you. Should you have further questions, you may ask me at any time. I will also provide you a copy of this booklet which goes over the entire program. As a stripped individual you may not wear clothing of any type unless it is approved for a specific safety reason. For example, you may wear a bicycle helmet when riding a bicycle, but only when riding a bicycle. You may wear a football helmet while playing football. Should you be doing a dangerous biology lab your teacher may provide you with goggles and a protective apron. You may not have any type of body modification done which changes your basic gender appearance or that obscures your body. The tattoos you have, for example, enhance your appearance, rather than seeking to cover up any aspect of your body's form. In the case of temperatures below 65 degrees Fahrenheit you are permitted to wear a shawl, poncho, or other approved garment to keep warm. While it is discouraged, you are also allowed to wear basic foot covering at any time for your own protection. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, that is all quite clear."

"Excellent. Now we get into the area that may seem a little confusing, but I want to make sure you understand so that you are not taken advantage of by opportunistic individuals. Your parents have the right to keep you on specific medications, as I suspect you are at this time. They can have your body pierced, tattooed, airbrushed, or otherwise modified as long as it is in keeping with the rules stated above. They can also introduce jewelry or other instruments or paraphernalia that physically or sexually stimulate your body, including those that bring about arousal, periodic, or even constant orgasm. Your parents can delegate licensed individuals, such as massage therapists, physical therapists, clerks at specialty spas and stores, and so on to carry out these body modifications, introduce special jewelry or equipment, carry out piercings, or perform massage and other physical activities designed to stimulate and awaken your body's sexual functions. Your parents can carry out these acts in private or in public, including exhibiting your body and its many functions in any public venue. Schools, churches, shopping malls, courts of law -- in short, any public venue -- may not interfere with or prohibit such actions or displays. Do you understand these rights, Mark?"

"Um, I guess so."

"It is important that you understand, because no stranger, teacher, friend or acquaintance is allowed to molest you in any way. You may report such a person immediately and the law will prevent and punish."

"I see."

"Let me give you a practical example so that we are absolutely clear. You go home tonight and your mother decides that you need to keep a vibrating dildo in your rectum for the night. Is this a parent's legal right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That is correct. Let's say the clerk at the supermarket down the street wants to take you aside and place that same vibrating dildo in your rectum?"

"Um, that's not alright."

"No, it is not alright."

"Let's say your parents take you to the piercing shop on Main Street and request that a permanently vibrating shaft be inserted the length of your penis. Can the clerk in the store massage you until you are hard, insert the rod and bring you to orgasm?"

"I don't know if it is legal, but the procedure was almost done to me."

"I can understand why -- you have a superbly long phallic shaft. The answer is, yes, it is completely legal."

"Okay."

"In essence, you will likely be sexually stimulated for many years to come, but this does not mean that anyone is supposed to take advantage of you."

"Are my parents taking advantage of me?"

"Not at all. It is their right as parents to raise you to be a mature and responsible adult. If they feel that providing you with these sexual experiences is beneficial to you, then the State of Florida has made it completely legal for them to do so. On the other hand, for those parents who wish to keep their children fully clad and sexually inexperienced, that option is open as well."

Mark nodded, wondering how many of those kids were actually as naive as their parents presumed.

"I need you tol sign and date this form that indicates that I've gone over all this material with you. Here's your booklet, and my phone number should you ever need to ask any more questions."

"Okay, thank you, ma'am."

"Anytime. That's a very handsome body, Mark. Take good care of yourself."

Aside from school, the hardest part of the week for Mark was sex, or rather the lack of sex. The week at the spa had provided Mark with a major life change. He'd been stripped, stimulated to the maximum and engaged in multiple orgasms every day. He and Evan had sucked, fucked and jacked each other nearly every morning and evening and once or twice in the middle of the night. The constant erection produced by the super dose of hormone pills combined with the vibrating ring kept Mark on the brink of orgasm day and night. He got home and jacked off in the shower. He lay in bed for hours every night massaging his dick with lotion. But even though he came over and over again the sexual edge never even diminished. His ass ached for a good fuck. He hovered in a sexual delirium of half-sleep all night before getting two or three hours of deep slumber right before dawn. In a way, school was a welcome distraction, but as soon as he returned home he was caught up in the demands of his body and the emotions that twined around it.

In addition to the constant sex the week before, he'd also really fallen in love with Evan. In spite of the excitement of meeting Robby and his upcoming first date, Mark fretted that Evan had no time for him at all. They shared only one class at school. Football practice kept Evan occupied every day after school as the team prepared for a major game against rival Kirkwood. Mark chastised himself for his attitude. It would be Evan's first game as a stripped boy, and Mark was sure he was nervous and wanted to be as prepared as possible. It wouldn't do his new god-like image much good if he flubbed his performance as quarterback. Nevertheless. Mark moped that Evan didn't seem too interested in reaching out at lunchtime or in the halls between classes. He didn't even call him in the evenings.

"Don't you get horny?" he asked Evan in math class before the bell rang.

"Friday night's going to be awesome," was Evan's response.

Mark wanted to ask Evan to come spend the night, but he was nervous about it. What if Evan said "no." That was one thing Mark wasn't ready to deal with, yet. So, he waited for Friday night and wondered what it would be like to be on a double date when Evan wasn't his date.

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None of the four "double-daters" was old enough to drive. They had reluctantly agreed to be dropped off by Evan's dad who promised not to come get them until they called. The parents had decided that the phone call counted as "curfew time" -- no later than midnight. Despite his apprehensions about going out with Evan and a girl he didn't even know, Mark was thrilled to be going on the first date of his life. Evan, however, groused that midnight was way too early.

"You have a game tomorrow," his dad reasoned, "I can't imagine why your coach even allows you to go on dates the night before."

"Come on, Dad, that's so old fashioned," Evan argued. "It's Friday night. The party only just gets started at 11:30." Evan was in the front seat. His dad took a moment to look back at Mark before maneuvering the van in reverse out of the driveway. Mark's parents waved from the front door and wished him luck.

"You all buckled in! You boys have such big dicks I had to have longer seat belts installed."

Mark laughed at the joke. The effect of the daily double dose of pills was not wearing off. If anything his erection was getting longer. He took a quick glance at the seat belt wrapped around his organ, guessing that the tip of it was nearly 3 inches above his belly button when he was sitting down.

"Evan," his dad finally addressed his son. "You're going to call me by midnight. That's final. If I understand correctly, this girl you've been dying to see is a little apprehensive about your motives, thus the double date, thus the curfew, and thus my ten second reminder lecture to you before we go anywhere: you've got a dick, a heart and a head." His finger touched each part of his son's anatomy in turn. "Use all three."

Mark grinned, remembering Sean's talk on the same subject. Remember that every body you touch is a human being and you'll never go totally wrong, he had told them. He tried to think of Robby as simply a body, but the boy's sweet personality was too ingrained in Mark's attraction to him. He wondered again at Evan's easy-going sexuality. He wished he could be as free with his body and sex as Evan, but was still anxious that his new friend was somewhat of an opportunistic lover. Mark purposefully shut down this line of thought, put on a bright smile and resolved to enjoy the evening.

Next stop was Cathy's house. She emerged wearing an impossibly short baby doll dress in a nearly shear fabric. Through some trick of dressmaking skill her underwear -- or lack thereof -- was not visible through the weave, but Mark was fairly certain she wasn't wearing a bra. Her blonde hair was a newly done curl and Mark cast a critical look at what he considered an overdose of mint green eyeshadow. Nevertheless she was obviously happy to be going on a date with Evan. He stepped out of the car and wrapped the scantily clad girl against his naked torso and helped her step up into the van.

"Hi Mark," she giggled, eyeing his erection before scooting into the very back where Evan joined her. Before the vehicle even pulled out the two of them were kissing. Mark had no doubt that her fingers were running a line up Evan's cock. He faced forward and tried not to be jealous.

Fortunately Robby's house was not far. Mark got out and walked to the front door and pushed the buzzer. Chimes sounded somewhere inside and a tall woman with dark hair answered the door. "You must be Mark. Robby's almost ready. Why don't you come in?" Mark glanced at the van; Evan's dad gave him a thumbs up and Mark stepped into the house. A Persian carpet felt soft and silky under his bare feet as Robby's mother led him into a formal sitting area. "Robby has been looking forward to this all week. I haven't seen him this happy in years. Thank you so much for reaching out to him."

"Um, yeah, of course," Mark stumbled over his words. God, I sound like a fool, he chastised himself. Taking a deep breath he sat up straighter and tried again. "I've been wanting to get to know him for some time, ma'am. I guess I was just too shy. But . . . " He wanted to say, but now that I've been stripped and fucked and thrust into the world I really want a boyfriend.

"That's okay. I understand." Mark looked at Robby's mother gratefully. He couldn't believe he was sitting naked in this formal living room having this conversation. Robby's mother obviously knew her son -- and Mark -- were gay. In spite of his elaborately done up body -- sparkling tattoos, bronzed skin, nearly bald head, shaved body, not too mention his somewhat outlandish erection -- this woman was looking him in the eye and thanking him for taking her son out on a date.

Robby entered the room and Mark's heart melted. It was going to be a great evening, he just knew it! Robby had his dark hair slicked back, his blue eyes bright beneath dark brows. He wore long dark pants that framed his bulge in a tight grasp with soft pleats falling away elegantly into each leg. He wore a formal shirt with jade cuff links that was offset by the casual way that the upper buttons were undone and the loose fit of the collar pulled back to reveal just enough skin. Instead of formal shoes Robby had on leather sandals with narrow straps. Mark wanted to just eat him up -- his clothes looked like the soft wrapper on a body just waiting to be stripped. Instead he got up, surprised himself by giving Robby a quick kiss on the lips, wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and stood confidently by his side.

"Have a great time boys," his mother smiled. "I hear you'll be dropping him off sometime before 1 a.m."

"That's right."

The two made their way out the front door and to the waiting van. Evan's dad pushed down on the accelerator and they were off.

"You're looking fantastic Robby. I love the outfit!"

"Your outfit's great too," Robby laughed. "Actually, I really wanted to get my ears pierced. I really love your earrings."

Mark moved his head from side to side, glints of light sparking out of the rubies. He loved the earrings, too. They were the one part of this whole body transformation thing that felt absolutely true to his character. The tattoos were permanent, so there wasn't much he could do about that. The penis ring and the meds were temporary, he reasoned, so he could always have his relaxed penis back. However, the earrings were great!

"But, my mom said not to rush into it. I guess she's right."

Robby turned around. Evan and Cathy were embedded in an embrace in the darkened back seat, faces attached like some sort of octopus sucking the life out of a sea mollusk. Turning back around he looked at Mark.

"Of course," Mark responded to the unspoken question. Robby reached out a hand and gently touched the shaft of Mark's penis. "Go ahead, you're probably dying to know what it feels like," Mark laughed. Robby nodded and gripped his penis firmly.

"It's so hard! Is it uncomfortable? I mean, it looks like it's going to burst or something."

"It's the pills. My parents have us, I mean me," his eyes flicked toward the back seat momentarily, "on double dose. Plus this ring throbs all the time. I'm on edge all day and all night. It is really hard to sleep, actually, especially after last week when I got used to . . . " Mark stopped again. Why did he have to bring up his connection to Evan twice in the first few minutes of their date. To get off the subject he put his arm around Robby and leaned in for a kiss.

After a few minutes Robby smiled at him. "You know, I've never been on a date with a boy before."

"I've never been on a date at all," exclaimed Mark.

"It feels pretty good, so far," giggled Robby. Mark wasn't sure why Robby's giggle sounded so cute while Cathy's annoyed the crap out of him. He shrugged at his own thoughts and then realized Robby was asking a question.

"Excuse me," admitted Mark, "what did you say?"

"I haven't done much with boys, I hope you won't think I'm too naive."

"I'm hardly the expert!"

"Um, I guess I thought -- maybe . . . " Robby looked at the entwined bodies in the back seat, and shrugged. "Maybe I got it wrong," he mumbled.

This double date was already awkward! Evan and Cathy had disappeared into their own world instantly. Mark wanted to explain everything to Robby -- how the whole week had transpired at the spa, the transformations he'd gone through inside, not just the dramatic outside conversions, but what he had experienced with Evan, and . . . well . . . what he hadn't experienced but wanted to, maybe with Robby. But it was impossible to delve into all of this with Evan right behind them, even if he wasn't paying a bit of attention.

Evan's dad saved them for the moment by pulling the car up in front of the multiplex theater.

As the teens piled out he reminded them, "Phone by midnight -- no exceptions!" Everyone nodded, the sliding door closed and the vehicle moved off into traffic. Mark looked around. He'd been to the movie theater before of course, but it all looked different now that he was here on a date.

"So," Evan declared, "what should we do first?"

The bronzed boys stood next to each other, the lights from street and businesses sparkling off their metallic tattoos and penis rings. Robby and Cathy crowded close on either side. Mark beamed, relieved that Evan seemed ready to make this a genuine double date. After consultation they headed off to the bento box place. The restaurant was one of the town's cool spots, featuring black lights, bubble tea and Japanese snack boxes. They joined the throngs of teens and college students.

"Hey look," Cathy exclaimed. She pointed at Evan. In the darkness the boys were nearly invisible while their tattoo patterns glowed under the black lights. The wings on Mark's penis and on either side of his groin and torso lit up, making him appear as a disembodied flying penis. The celtic knot work on Evan's body swirled in the darkness.

"That is so awesome," Robby intoned.

"Really cool," nodded an older college student waiting in line. "Where you guys from? Miami?"

"Nah, we're local," Evan replied.

"We must be moving up in the world. I didn't know we had anyone so fashionable. So, are you both stripped?" The boys chatted with the student for a bit. "I'm with the college paper. I'd love to do an interview with you. Is there some way I can get in touch?"

"I'd give you my business card," joked Mark, "but, no pockets!"

The guy laughed and entered their cell phone numbers in his android. "I'll give you a call. Stay cool boys!"

After quite a few lewd jokes involving bubble tea, straws and chopsticks the foursome moved on to the pool hall next door. Evan's quarterback skills didn't translate well to billiards, nor did Mark's stamina on the trail. Robby wasn't too bad, but it was Cathy that was the star on the green felt. She gave the boys some pointers and then showed off a bit by bending backwards over the table and handling the cue stick behind her head. Mark caught Evan ogling her exposed panties, and confirmed to himself that the girl was at least wearing that much underwear. He laughed to himself that it should matter. He and Evan were stark naked and hard as rocks! So far he hadn't seen another stripped kid on the premises, but the crowd was respectful and reserved their interest to a polite level of gawking.

The date went well until they hit the movies. Mark was gratified to find out that Cathy was a very nice person. He had to admit that he didn't know very many females and had some unfortunate prejudices about any girl that would go out with Evan. He supposed he deserved to find out differently, especially now that he was supposedly one of Evan's very best friends, his lover for at least the one week, and would have given a lot to be out on a date with him. Robby proved to be a lot of fun and very intelligent as well as sweet and sexy. The first problem was choice of movie. This date had not been planned around movie releases, but solely on the eagerness with which the newly stripped and buffed Evan had pounced on the chance to go out with Cathy. Robby and Mark had no idea what movies were showing. Evan obviously assumed he'd be the one to choose what flick they would all see -- besides, he wasn't expecting to be doing much watching in the dark! To his surprise Cathy had a definite preference.

"Oh, look, Tomboy is showing!"

"What's that?"

"It's a cool new French movie about this girl everyone thinks is a boy."

Mark was intrigued, but Evan scowled. "Sounds like a chick flick."

"Excuse me," protested Cathy, "it's about a tomboy, not a chick!"

Evan quickly grasped that if he argued he was going to lose the chance to make out and made to smooth things over. "I'm sorry, I guess I didn't get that. Let's check it out."

Cathy smiled and they stood in line to buy tickets. The front of the theater was lit up and the boys attracted more attention standing in line under the bright lights. Boys and girls alike gawked openly and even went so far as to comment on them as if the boys couldn't hear.

"I hear those pills make you impotent," one girl announced loudly.

"You can't ever remove those rings."

"They must be those stripped-for-life kids. The things parents will do in hopes their child will become a star. It's disgraceful."

"Man, that is just so gay," one boy remarked, staring daggers at Evan. He moved on quickly and Evan would have had to lose his place in line to chase him down.

"Just leave him be," Cathy remarked. "Some people are just asses."

Mark was interested to observe Evan on the receiving end of the insults he'd heard most of his life.

Evan seethed with unexpressed anger and threw the door to the theater open with so much force that the glass shook. They bought popcorn and sodas and looked for seats in the theater. The place almost full, but bit Evan bit his tongue instead of expressing his surprise that so many people would want to watch a foreign chick flick.

Mark and Robby found two seats together.

"We'll sit right behind you," Evan decided, "There are two seats empty in this row."

The lights dimmed, the previews started and Mark felt Robby's hand stroking his penis. The ring throbbed, the hormones in his skin hummed, the pills continued to engorge his erection with blood and Robby's fingers proved unbelievably talented. Mark moved his own hand down. Robby unclasped his pants and Mark slid his hand inside and was delighted to find no underwear. They tried to watch the movie, which was actually very interesting. The child actors gave surprisingly complex performances. They laughed when the main character fashioned a roll of cloth into a bulge for her speedos so she could pass for a boy at the swimming hole. But, the boys were admittedly distracted.

"I'm going to cum," Mark whispered in Robby's ear. Next thing he knew he felt Robby's mouth take the first few inches of his penis into his mouth. Two minutes of tongue action and Mark exploded. Sperm dribbled down his shaft and he did everything in his power not to scream out loud in the packed movie theater. He was glad that the theater goers behind them were Cathy and Evan and not some potentially outraged strangers.

He lay back and gasped for breath, the flickering light from the screen playing across his naked body. His hand remained inside Robby's pants, feeling the heat of his date's penis. After he'd recovered somewhat he glanced back, intending to flash a sheepish grin at Evan and see if he and Cathy were up to something similar. To his surprise the two seats were empty. The credits began to roll and the two boys realized they'd completely lost track of the movie. Mark gave Robby's dick one more squeeze and stood up, naked and ready to go. Robby had a little more work putting himself together, tucking in his shirt, zipping up and buttoning his pants, standing up and trying not too look too rumpled. The movie theater was rapidly emptying out.

"I wonder where they went?" Mark said, looking around. "It must be getting late."

"Cathy has the only phone, I think." He looked at Mark, "You sure don't look like you have one." They both laughed.

Leaving the theater they looked down the various corridors. Neither Mark nor Cathy were to be seen in the lobby near the refreshment counter or the ticket windows.

"I'll check the bathroom," offered Mark. "I just need to get a cup from the refreshment counter first." He walked up and explained that he needed an empty small paper cup.

"Need help with that?" Robby inquired, following him into the restroom. There was no sign of Evan.

Mark positioned himself at the urinal. Robby giggled.

"It is a little funny, but you should have seen me pee before I learned about this method!"

"I hadn't really thought about it, but it's sort of impossible otherwise . . . unless you go outdoors."

"Yeah, these pills are really something else."

"Your dick is something else!"

"Maybe one day you'll be able to experience it without the medical intervention. Just think, if I hadn't been peeing, you wouldn't have helped out, and we wouldn't be on this date!" Mark finished up, threw the cup in the trash and washed his hands. "Where are those two?"

"Didn't Evan say if he doesn't call on time his dad won't let him play in the game tomorrow?"

"Yes he did, and his dad means what he says!" He thought about the plan their dads had put together. Standing here in all his naked glory was proof of the power of those two to make things happen. "Damn it, I'm sure this has something to do with sex."

Robby opened his mouth to say something and shut it again. They left the bathroom and went outside and looked around the parking lot. For just a moment a bit of movement caught Mark's peripheral vision. Above the bento box restaurant and a burrito place was a second floor colonnade that provided access to second floor office spaces.

"I thought I saw someone up there," Mark pointed. "All those offices would be closed at night -- there's no reason to be up there, unless . . . "

". . . they wanted to be alone," Robby finished.

"I'm really annoyed with them for not saying something before they left. Let's go get them before his dad grounds him."

They trotted across the parking lot. The night air was getting cooler and Mark was glad to be moving. Following right behind, Robby admired the glint of light off Mark's tattoos and the movement of his muscles as he ran. At the very end of the building was the outside staircase that led to the second level. As they ran up the steps they heard voices--male voices. If Evan was up here he was not alone with Cathy after all. They got to the top and rounded the corner. Twenty yards away a group of boys were yelling and kicking someone on the ground. Mark ran faster.

"Take that you fag! See if you can play ball after we finish with you."

"You're lower than shit -- you and that pussified boyfriend of yours -- what did you think? You'd come try to mess with our players tomorrow all fagged out! Nobody makes us look like shit."

Someone was on the ground and the five boys looked like they were in the process of beating the crap out of whoever it was. Adrenaline raced through Mark's body. He'd been in this situation too many times in his life and knew exactly what it felt like to be on the receiving end. The old Mark -- the Mark from two weeks ago -- would have been paralyzed by the situation, gaping in horror while inside his head he was trying to run away as fast as possible. In his stupor he would have been grabbed and been on the ground right next to the victim, being kicked and pummeled as he desperately tried to protect his face, his balls, his abdomen from the shoes and fists of his attackers. The new Mark felt his ire rise up from the ground and pulse through his body with alpha male phallic force.

"STOP!!!!!!" he commanded.

The boys turned, feet and fists in momentary pause, sneers of rage and disdain frozen across their faces like so many claymation dummies.

"Or I'll announce every one of your sordid and pathetic sexual exploits to the entire crowd at tomorrow's game -- just see if I won't."

Alpha male warrior Mark didn't turn around, but stood stock still trying to figure out what was going on. The gang of abusers stared straight past him at whoever had issued the calm, low-voiced threat in the androgynous voice he couldn't identify.

"I want a pledge," continued the voice, "stating that you will never again bully another person, with your names signed legibly underneath, tacked to the door of the announcer's booth prior to the start of the game. I can see each of you quite clearly, so don't think you can get away with anonymity or denial. If your name isn't on that list, you'll be famous at half-time, I assure you." There was a pause. "Now get out of here this minute."

Two of the boys opened their mouths, obviously considering whether to shout out some retort or insult. Seeing the other three leaving they remained silent. With a show of defiance the larger of the boys turned on his heel so hard he nearly fell down. He ended up skulking away awkwardly down the balcony along with his comrades. Mark realized there was probably another staircase at the other end of the building.

"As for you," the voice went on, "Cathy and I will deal with you later."

There was the sound of shoes grinding on the tile floor as the person turned to leave. Mark whirled around, for some reason very conscious of his huge erection pulsing upward with unused warrior energy. He wanted to see who had upstaged the new valiant Mark. He found himself looking at the back of a person of medium height with short dark hair clad in a baggy gray sweatshirt, black pants and fairly expensive sports shoes.

"Who are you?" he called.

"Cathy's girlfriend. Take care of your bud, okay? He may be a dickhead but he's in bad shape right now." She turned her head and looked at him sternly, but with a glimmer of compassion. Then she was around the corner and her footsteps sounded on the stairway. Robby emerged from behind a pillar.

"Oh my god. I can't believe you stood up to those guys like that."

Mark stuffed his confusion away for the moment. He'd risen to the occasion only to discover that the low-voiced threat from--Cathy's girlfriend?--dispersed the bullies like puppies with their tails between their legs. He rushed over to Evan.

"Are you okay? My god, those guys are brutes. What happened?"

He uncurled Evan from his fetal position. There were scuff marks on his back and arms. He was going to have some painful bruises. It looked like someone got him in the face, but he seemed to be spared a full black eye.

"Evan," Mark's voice became tender, "I just need to move your arms and legs. Here, let me see your fingers. I have to make sure nothing is broken." Reluctantly Evan let Mark check his limbs and appendages. He was not only afraid that something might be broken, but ashamed that he was lying there as a victim. "Don't worry, we're not going to broadcast that the Rams quarterback was beaten up by a bunch of wimpy bullies." Mark looked up at Robby, who nodded vigorously. "Robby, help me get him up."

"I can do it myself," Evan complained grumpily. Nevertheless the other two boys stood to either side of him until they were sure he wasn't going to faint or fall over.

A mean looking bruise began to spread on Evan's left shin and he limped noticeably on the way down the stairs. They walked slowly across the parking lot toward the movie theater.

"Oh shit, that's my dad." Evan looked more miserable than ever. "I wonder what time it is?"

Evan tried to hide his limp, but it was clear that his father had already spotted them. He was leaning against the side of the van as if he had been waiting for some time.

"Mr. Williams," Mark began, "Evan got attacked by a bunch of . . . "

Evan's dad held up his hand. "I already heard and I am not unfeeling. Evan, it looks like you're all in one piece. Let's get you home and take care of your wounds. I'm hoping for your sake that it is nothing more serious than aches, pains and bruises. However, it is 1:00 in the morning, a full hour since you were supposed to call."

"But Evan got attacked, how was he supposed to call?" Mark protested.

"Leave it alone, Mark," Evan said in a low voice.

Evan's dad started the vehicle and they drove into the early morning hours. The three boys were silent for awhile, Evan naked and bruised, Mark naked and concerned for his friend, and Robby all dressed up for a date that had somehow gone right and wrong all at the same time.

Evan spoke up out of the silence. "Can Mark stay over? I don't want to be alone."

"If his parents haven't called the police to look for their missing son and are willing to have him stay, yes, he is welcome to sleep over."

"Oh shit!" Mark exclaimed. "My parents! May I use your phone, sir?"

Evan's dad passed the cell phone over the seat and Mark quickly punched in his dad's number.

"Dad, it's Mark."

"Nice to hear from you," came the sleepy voice over the phone.

"I'm really sorry. I should have called earlier but Evan got attacked and Cathy had the phone, but she left early and I've been taking care of Evan, but we're in his dad's car so I'm okay and . . . "

"Slow down. I'm glad you called and that you're safe. However, Brad called me about 15 minutes ago to tell me that all three of you boys were alive."

"Oh! He didn't tell me." Mark looked up to find Evan's dad winking at him in the rearview mirror. "So, Evan got hurt and . . . well, anyway, he wants me to stay over. May I?"

"That's fine. Just check in with us sometime tomorrow morning."

"Okay. I love you dad."

"I love you, son."

Mark looked over at Robby. Double dates were exceedingly awkward, he'd decided. Or, at least a first date double date. What did he know? He'd never been on any kind of date before!

When they got to Robby's house Mark got out with him and walked with him to the door. "Robby, I really had a great time with you. Before I say good-night I just want to explain one thing."

Robby smiled at him, which made it a whole lot easier to continue.

"Evan's really confused. I think Cathy left in the middle of their date, he got beaten up for being gay -- which is supposed to be my deal," Mark smiled wryly, "and he got rescued by someone who said she was Cathy's girlfriend, which has got to be terribly embarrassing. Anyway, I think I should stay with him tonight."

"Of course," Robby protested, "of course you should. He's like your best friend; why wouldn't you?"

"Well, I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea. Here's the thing. The week we were both gone, we made love a lot."

Robby bent his head down, listening. "You know," he paused for a moment, "the whole school thinks you're lovers. That's probably why . . . I mean, those guys . . . well."

"God -- you're right! Shit! They nailed him for being gay because of me."

"So, anyway," Robby went on, "of course you should be there for Mark tonight."

"I want you to know how wonderful it was for me being out with you tonight, but being on a double date was really awkward -- there are so many things I want to share with you about my life. So many changes have happened so quickly. I couldn't really talk with all the noise in the restaurant, then we were in a movie, and Cathy and Mark were there the whole time. I'm confused about Mark, myself. We made love, but I don't think we're lovers. I'm sorry . . . "

"It's okay, Mark, but . . . I think they're waiting for you."

Mark looked over at the van and then back at Robby. "I'm going to spend the night at Evan's house," Mark stated more confidently. "I'm not sure, but we may end up having sex -- or not. But, I want you to know that I'm falling in love with you and want to go on another date with you as soon as possible, just the two of us, alone!"

Robby grinned, then the two boys grasped one another in a tight embrace. Evan pulled his head back far enough to find Robby's face and kissed him passionately. At that point the front door opened.

"Robby, Mark!" his mother exclaimed, "Do the two of you want to come in?"

Mark untangled himself from Robby's arms. "Um, thank you very much, but I've got to catch my ride. Good-night Robby, it was great!"

Robby stood in his rumpled clothes waving good-night to his naked boyfriend. Mark hopped into the van, waved, blew a kiss and pulled the door shut.

Robby looked down at his shirt. "One thing about stripped boys, they sure stay neater looking -- no shirts to get untucked, nothing to get all wrinkled!"

Robby's mother nodded sagely.

As soon as Mark shut the van door he realized the air was thick with tension. Evan slumped in the corner, dark clouds emanating from his frowning face. His father gripped the wheel tightly and started up abruptly. Mark looked from one to the other but met only blank silence.

* * *

"Fucking shit, man. I am one fucking mess!" Evan stood in the center of his bedroom kicking the side of his mattress. He sparred the air and then picked up a shoe and threw it hard into one of the pillows at the head of his bed. Mark stood to one side, carefully avoiding his friend's physical outburst, not sure what to do. Evan threw himself backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, his eyes focused somewhere far away.

"You really wanted to fuck her, didn't you?" Mark blurted out the words. It wasn't what he had meant to say. He hadn't even consciously realized how sexually frustrated Evan might be. Still, he was in a similar physical state.

"It's goddamn unfair. They rig us all up on this shit that keeps us on the verge of sexual meltdown every second of the day; what else do they expect is going to happen? I've been horny for a week. Cathy seemed so eager to go out, so happy to see me this evening. She came on strong with all the kissing, stroking my dick. Of course I wanted to fuck her!!!"

"So what happened?" Mark asked in a quiet voice.

"We went up on the balcony -- it was the perfect place. I was all ready to do her and she just blew up at me about how I was such a typical egotistical male who didn't give a shit about anything but using her for sex. I tried to tell her I cared about her, but she stormed off. Said she had her own fucking ride home and wasn't dependent on some macho date."

"Ouch!"

"Then those brainless goons showed up and wanted to beat the crap out of me for being a homo!!!"

"Yeah . . . I'm sorry about that. I guess that's my fault."

"And to add insult to injury Cathy's fucking ex-girlfriend comes to the superhero rescue."

"Cathy's ex-girlfriend?"

"Oh, yeah, guess I should fill you in on all that."

"I want to hear everything, but how is your leg? Anything else hurt?"

"You haven't even heard the worst." Evan picked up the shoe lying next to him on the bed and hurled it across the room. It hit the door hard.

Footsteps sounded in the hall and the door opened abruptly. Evan's father stood there, his face set and his voice firm: "Evan, this is the last time. You're not playing tomorrow and that's final. If you keep up the tantrums you're off the team." In spite of everything else going on Mark couldn't help staring at Mr. Williams' nude body.

"You can't do that dad, it isn't fair!" Evan hurled himself forward off the bed and stood facing his dad. "This is all wrong. You keep me all medicated and on this fucking ring. I'm totally messed up. I get in trouble for every little thing. I just want to fuck something."

"I'm not sure how you got yourself in such a pile of trouble, son," his dad said, his voice deliberately calm, "but agreements are agreements. You were to call me by midnight and you didn't. I suspect you have a lot to think about. I'll leave you two boys alone, but I don't want any more outbursts -- next time you're likely to break something."

Mark got one more glimpse of Brad's naked body and the door closed quietly.

"Damn, your dad is one good looking dude!" exclaimed Mark.

"Yeah, he keeps himself in shape," Evan grumped.

"I mean, like, I've never seen him naked before."

"Oh. I guess I roused him out of bed. He sleeps naked."

"I wonder why they don't let adults do the Stripped thing," Mark mused.

"Look, I'm sorry. Do you want something to eat? Thirsty? Want to take a shower? I'm being a crappy friend."

"Um, I am a bit hungry."

The two naked boys left Evan's room and wandered down the hall to the kitchen. Evan pulled a pan of leftover lasagna out of the 'fridge, a half gallon carton of milk, and a package with some Oreos tucked away in the back of the wrapper. They each grabbed a fork and stood at the counter eating the cold lasagna. Evan tipped the carton back and chugged milk, crammed three Oreos into his mouth and chugged more milk. Mark joined in the feeding frenzy.

"God it feels good to be totally gross sometimes," Evan laughed. He reached down and gave his erection a couple of thrusts, closed his eyes and leaned against the counter.

Mark watched his friend. This was the Evan he loved: totally uninhibited in his habits, no decorum and free with his body.

"So, your dad grounded you from the game tomorrow? That sucks." Mark wasn't entirely surprised. Evan's dad was strict about things like curfews.

"The team's going to kill me," Evan muttered, but Mark could tell the rage had subsided.

"And who was that girl?"

"Tommie. She's on the Colts cheer squad."

"Her? She doesn't look like the cheerleader type!"

"You wouldn't recognize her. You know the Colts have boys and girls on the squad?"

"Yeah . . . "

"She's one of the boys . . . I mean she looks like one of the boys . . . but she's a girl."

"That's why she told those boys to leave the note at the booth, at the field?"

"Uh, huh. Those guys all go to school at Kirkwood."

"But, I still don't get what she was even doing there."

"When Cathy left she told me her girlfriend stuck around in case the date soured and she needed a ride home, or back-up, she said."

"Back-up?"

"I guess if I turned out to be an even bigger jerk than I actually was -- she was going to take me out."

Mark laughed. "Tommie, or whatever her name is, was going to take out Evan, star quarterback."

"Evidently she has some advanced belt in Tae Kwon Do -- she probably could have."

"Shit." Mark muttered.

"Yeah."

"So, what do you mean, bigger jerk than you actually were? What the hell did you do?"

"You know I was horny, man!" Evan protested. "You told me yourself. Remember? 'Don't you get horny,' you asked."

"And you just said that Friday night was going to be great."

"I was sure of it. I got frustrated hanging out in the theatre. She kept making out so I said hell, let's get out of this fucking movie and go fuck somewhere."

"That wasn't too swift, Evan. She's the one picked the movie -- I think she was sort of into it."

"I hadn't thought of that. Anyway, she was really pissed about my advances when we got to the balcony."

"Um, I sort of think that's why she wanted to go on a double -- you know, not ready to go that far."

"Well, I found that out the hard way. She left, and then those goddamn idiots showed up."

"I'm sorry about that part, Evan, I really am. Robby says everyone thinks we're lovers."

"Well, we are, aren't we?"

Mark stopped, his hand on the handle of the 'fridge. "I guess so . . . " he ventured.

"What do you mean? Have you forgotten how many times I fucked your ass in the space of one week?" Evan stood there grinning, his erection straining upwards, the ring almost visibly shooting pulses through the veins. As if to emphasize his meaning Evan jutted his hips forward.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean of course I haven't forgotten," Mark stuttered. "It's just, well, since we got back from Total Fitness you've . . . I mean we've . . . I mean I thought maybe that was all over."

"Why would it be over? You're my best friend, Mark. I mean it. And I do love your ass -- and your dick -- and your mouth. Shit, I love you!"

Mark grinned back at Evan. He was enormously relieved to hear this, of course, but he was still confused. "But, then how come if you're so horny we don't do anything together?"

"You want to do something together? Well just say so, I'll fuck you any time. Hell, you can fuck me any time. Just do it."

Mark grinned some more, this time from nervous anxiety. "But, Evan, you don't get it. Not everyone in the world is as up-front and bold about their bodies and sex as you are. Don't get me wrong, that's one of the things I love about you. I wish I could be more like that myself, but so far it just isn't that easy for me." He paused and in an undertone added, "and probably not so easy for Cathy, either."

"What did you say, Mark?"

"It's nothing."

"You think I came on too strong to Cathy?"

"If you came on that strong to me I'd love it, Evan, I really would. But we're already . . . lovers." He made himself say the word. "But, you can't expect everyone to match you strong for strong in the sex category before you even get to that stage. Some people, most people, well, okay -- I'll take ownership of this one myself -- I want to know you love my head and heart as well as my dick. I want to know you don't just come to me when you're horny."

"I thought you were just complaining that I didn't come to you when I was horny."

"Yeah, well that too. I guess I'm as confused as you are."

"For a minute there I thought you had it all figured out and were going to set me straight."

"Don't look to me if you want to be straight," Mark laughed, "But, seriously, I do want you to come to me when you're horny, but still let me know that you love all of me -- all of the time."

"What about Robby?"

"Well, I guess you were right about that."

"What?"

"That I would want lots of boys to be attracted to me -- I know I said I wouldn't. But look at me, I already want both you and Robby."

"Seems like you've got it all, Mark," Evan was suddenly grumpy again. "I used to just go out with girls, have a good time -- shit, there were never any problems."

Mark stood looking at Evan. He was such a handsome specimen of boyhood --

"Evan, want to fuck me now?"

Evan brightened. They hadn't solved everything the way Mark had hoped for. The loose ends weren't all tied up with each strand neatly in its place. In fact, had they resolved anything? There was Cathy, Tommie, Robby, the bullies. Evan wasn't playing in the game tomorrow, although he seemed oddly unconcerned about that. Evan seemed confused about his new status as a stripped boy whom everyone thought might possibly be gay or bisexual. But he'd said they were lovers. Mark grinned happily and lay down on the bed waiting for his friend to fill him up!

* * *

Mark woke up feeling cramped, his left arm ached from being in an awkward position, and his butt felt sore -- but he also felt happy, no, elated! A moment later he remembered where he was and felt Evan's body asleep beside him. His elation rose another notch, if that were possible, and he grinned at the rise and fall of Evan's back cradled against him. No wonder he was cramped. This bed was too small for two grown boys, lovers or not! He slowly extricated his arm from under Evan's torso, careful not to wake his friend. He had immediately hatched a plan! Half rolling, half falling he let himself off his side of the bed as gently as he possibly could. He crept round to the other side and was glad to see that his objective was accessible. Kneeling on the floor Mark took a minute to admire Evan's long, curved penis, the ring grasping the base and continually pulsing the organ into erection. Smiling, Mark leaned forward and slowly sucked the shaft into his mouth. He started working his tongue along the soft skin and then swallowed the head of the penis into his throat, pulsing his muscles and breathing carefully through his nose. Evan reacted with moans of pleasure long before he awoke. Mark had to adjust his position as Evan began to move his body in gentle thrusts into Mark's throat. Finally the regular rhythm of Evan's breathing became ragged and his eyes fluttered open. He let out a deep groan and began to consciously enjoy the sensations of Mark's ministrations, the licking, sucking, pulsing pull on his dick. With a gasp Evan let go and warm, salty semen poured down Evan's waiting throat; a second and third spurt following the first. Mark teased Evan's sensitive organ with three more pulls of his mouth upwards along the shaft and then let it slowly slip out of his mouth. He grinned up at Evan, drops of cum at the corners of his lips.

"Good morning," Mark said softly.

"Oh, man, what a way to wake up!"

Without waiting, Mark climbed onto the bed and lined his eagerly throbbing erection against Evan's anal opening and gave a thrust forward. Evan let out a squeak of protest but thrust back cooperatively enough. With a few more forceful attempts Mark pushed in and began fucking his friend. Having been fucked the night before and bringing Evan off to orgasm in his mouth last night and again this morning had Mark at fever pitch of desire. He drew his own long erection back and slid it into Evan's welcoming canal over and over again, relishing the sensations. The ring at the base of Mark's cock hit Evan's opening at the same time as the penis pounded against Evan's prostate -- the double sensation quickly bringing Evan to a second overwhelming orgasm. Mark didn't stop but kept thrusting until he felt his own ejaculation shoot up into Evan's insides. He slumped against Evan's back, his breath coming in deep heaves. In spite of two orgasms in ten minutes Evan wasn't done yet. He rolled over, flipping Mark onto his back as he did so. He lifted Mark's knees, and finding his opening, forced himself inside the boy in a single thrust. Mark let out a yell that was immediately interrupted by his own moans of pleasure. Evan slammed mercilessly into Mark's backside, slamming his ring against Mark's stretched anal opening, banging his balls against the boy's buttocks. Being on his back with his legs up, knees bent, was a new position for Mark and he concentrated on relaxing as best as he could so that he could take Evan's forceful long erection into himself with every thrust. The feeling was wonderful and he let himself be saturated with the physical and emotional sensations coursing through him. Evan held out for some time, having just come twice, but all too soon -- from Mark's point of view -- his lover spewed yet another load of sperm and collapsed on the bed.

When Mark at last got up he looked at the clock on the bedside table.

"It's getting late. It's a pisser that I can't play, but I want to be there early to go 'round in the locker room and give everyone some encouragement. It's my fault I let them down. Me and my horny self. God it feels good to get some sex -- and, yes, Mark, I really love you. I love your sexy body, too and -- well, shit, I love sex!!!"

Mark grinned, but instead of answering decided to emulate Evan's free attitude toward his body. When they'd been at the spa, Evan had simply jacked off and spewed cum all over the floor. The fucking had taken Mark right to the edge. He grasped his erection and with his hand in a flurry of motion spurted jets of cum across the floor.

Evan laughed and grabbed Mark into a quick hug. "Let's eat breakfast. We can shower afterwards."

The two boys spilled out into the hallway, giddy with sex and one another. Even the thought of being sidelined during the game was not enough to dampen Evan's spirits.

"I'll make us a big batch of eggs while you toast some bread," Evan announced, "Oh, hello Coach K."

Mark stared uncomprehendingly. What was Marshwood High football Coach K doing in their kitchen?

Evan's older sister smirked from across the room where she was cutting up bananas and other ingredients and putting them in the blender. The two boys were cute together, and they simply reeked of sex!

Coach ignored odors and implications for the moment and got straight to the point.

"Good morning, Evan. I apologize for barging in so early, but I've been working out details with your dad. I don't condone missing curfews and phone calls to parents, but there were extenuating circumstances. I need you on the field today."

Evan looked from his coach to his dad. They both looked at him as if waiting for his answer. "Um, okay. I mean, if it's okay with my dad, sure. You want me to play, today?"

"Yes. I do."

Evan looked at his dad once more who simply nodded. "Okay," Evan replied, looking at his coach. "I'll be ready to put in my best for the team."

"That's the spirit, Evan." Evan had been at football practice nearly every day since returning to school, but coach looked at the boy's erection as if seeing it for the first time. "That ring keeps you hard, is that how it works?"

Evan nodded.

"Mind if I take a look at it?"

"Go ahead," intervened Evan's dad, giving the coach permission. "Evan, show coach how it works. Mark, I don't think your dad would mind if I spoke on his behalf. Coach, you have permission to examine both boys if you like."

Evan showed him how the ring fit tightly at the base of his dick. "It's got ball bearings in there that pulse. If my dick were to go soft they'd tighten up so much that the ring wouldn't fall off. But that hasn't ever happened. Instead the pulsing keeps me hard all the time."

Coach touched the ring, felt the pulsing and ran his hand up Evan's erection. Mark stood to one side. Coach looked up at his face, smiled, and tweaked the end of Mark's penis. "Very nice. Looks like you boys are putting those to good use." Mark blushed, but Evan just nodded. "Okay," Coach K said, getting up out of his chair. "I'll be heading over to school. I'll see you in the locker room at 11:30 sharp." He patted Evan on the back, shook hands with Evan's father, nodded to everyone else and exited out the back door.

"I'll tell you one thing," said Evan's sister, "this is one time when you need a shower before you go out on the field. Why don't you two get cleaned up while I make you breakfast."

* * *

Robby's mom pulled the car into the school parking lot.

"Okay, mom. I'll get a ride home or call you when the game is over."

"Not so fast. I've got a surprise for you before you go." Robby's mom reached over and stuck a bandaid behind the boy's left ear. Take off your clothes and you can run off and find Mark."

"What was that?"

"You're stripped -- what did you think?"

"You can't do that, mom. That's totally unfair. What are you trying to do? Ruin my life?" Robby's voice was rising past yell to shriek. He was on the verge of tears. "Goddamn it mom. If you're thinking of doing this why can't you at least discuss it with me. I'll look like shit without anything on."

"Robby, you have a beautiful body. Besides, you told me yourself, stripped boys have it easier -- their clothes don't get all rumpled."

"I didn't mean you should just strip me!"

"Well, it's a done deal now. Are you going to find Mark or are you giving up and coming home with me?"

"I'll call you when I'm ready to come home." Robby stormed off, his anger trumping his embarrassment at being suddenly nude. With clothes he could look fashionable and project his own taste and identity. He knew he wasn't buffed or muscular or particularly large. Like 90% of the boys in the world he didn't think his dick was big enough. He wasn't even on pills! He felt pale and small and wimpy. By this time he'd arrived at the field. He brushed aside a momentary impulse to flee, saw Mark standing by himself looking around and walked over to him.

"Well, I hope you like it," he said simply, presenting himself in front of Mark.

"Oh my God, you're stripped!" Mark exclaimed. "You're absolutely gorgeous." Mark grabbed the slender boy and crushed him in a ten second hug and released him. "Let's find a place to sit."

"Wait, you're glad I'm stripped? I was so mad at my mom I didn't know whether to go back home or dig a hole and bury myself. Either way I knew you'd be wandering around looking for me . . . so, anyway, here I am," Robby ended his tirade rather lamely.

"You mean, you just got stripped?"

"Well, you saw me last night, and she didn't do it . . . yeah, like 4 minutes ago. She dropped me off and just as I was going to come find you she pops the stupid chip on me and tells me to take off my clothes."

"At least neither of us has to play football naked," laughed Mark, "but, yes, I'm glad you're stripped. It's fun to have a naked boyfriend."

"Two naked boyfriends, more like," corrected Robby. "You two made love last night."

"How can you tell?" Mark asked in amazement.

"I figured you did. But, you smell of sex."

"We took a shower!"

"Hmmph, can't fool me!"

Robby was in a better mood and they wandered along the bleachers looking for a good place to sit. Mark felt like they were getting some funny looks, but chalked it up to two out gay naked boys at a football game -- not a common sight in their part of Florida.

The band played a blast on slightly off-key brass and the stands erupted in a roar as the home team Rams ran onto the field. Right at the front was Evan. Mark gaped. Evan wore the gold helmet of the rams, bulky shoulder pads jumped out awkwardly from his otherwise unclad body. But what a body! His penis jutted upwards from its ring, glinting in the light. His penis and and the entire surface of Evan's body flashed with gold. What had coach concocted? Evan was now a superhero gladiator of the gridiron! The team ran on, following their quarterback and took up position at one end of the field. The visitor's side broke into their own cacophony as the Kirkwood Colts ran onto the field, dressed in blue and silver.

Mark had been worried about Evan getting hurt, but somehow it seemed inconceivable that a golden player could get crushed, even a mostly nude golden player. He wondered how much of this decor was a psychological trick Coach K had come up with to make Evan seem invincible to the opposing team. Evan pulled his new naked boyfriend onto his lap, nestled his erection along Robby's backside and settled in to watch his other lover take on the Colts. Robby wiggled his butt and Mark whispered in his ear, "watch out, if you do that again I might stick this rod right up your ass."

"I wouldn't mind," Robby said above the noise of the fans. Mark replied by nipping his ear.

"Mind if I sit with you guys?"

Mark looked up. It was Cathy. "Oh, hi, there's plenty of room." In fact the only space left in the crowded stands was the one Robby had occupied before Mark pulled him onto his lap. Cathy squeezed into the space, seemingly unperturbed by the two naked boys she was skin to skin with. Mark noted that she was once again rather scantily clad, and laughed again that as a totally naked person he should be so aware of it. Cathy wore very short shorts and a T shirt cropped so short he could see the bottoms of her breasts. She was barefoot and wore no jewelry or make-up that he could discern.

At halftime the score was 6-0 in favor of the Rams. Not a great lead, but a lead nevertheless. The band marched out onto the field and the cheer squad took up center position and began a series of complex routines. Mark stared hard, trying to determine which was Tommie.

"So, that's your girlfriend out there? The one who rescued you?"

"Yeah, that's Tommie. Don't get the wrong idea. She's a great person, but she can be fierce, especially when it comes to protecting me."

"Those guys were certainly scared of her, that's for sure!"

Cathy giggled. "Have you seen them today?"

"Who?" Robbie asked, "the bullies?"

Cathy pointed. Sitting in the front row of the stands on the other side of the field, just behind the team benches, were five pale-skinned naked guys.

"But . . . " Mark stuttered.

"They left their apologies, as Tommie requested. She sent the names to the principal of Kirkwood and he told the parents that if their kid wasn't stripped by halftime he'd personally see to it they were prosecuted for assault.

"Shit." Mark wondered if he shouldn't be more scared of a girl who could get this kind of retribution.

"So," Cathy said, her voice brighter, "I came over here to ask you a question."

Mark nodded, holding Robby tightly around the waist.

"Um," Cathy squirmed awkwardly. Mark was keenly aware of her naked skin against his side. He realized once again that he knew almost no girls -- or anything about girls! "Do you think I still have a chance with Evan?" she blurted out.

Mark opened his mouth and left it hanging. Bobby turned around abruptly to look at Cathy.

"I mean," Cathy continued, "I did leave a bit awkwardly last night."

"Awkwardly!" Mark exclaimed. "The last I heard, your girlfriend--or whoever she is--told Evan that she'd deal with him later; and that was while he was still lying on the ground after those goons took off."

"I told you, she can be pretty over the top."

"If she even saw you talking to Evan, what would she do? She seems almost as scary as those guys, maybe worse," Mark replied. "Is she still your girlfriend?"

"We've been friends since we were little -- second grade. We'll always be friends. Sometimes we're lovers, sometimes we're not. You know how it is."

Mark wasn't sure he knew how it was. But thinking about his new friendship with Evan he didn't say anything. They'd barely gotten to know one another and already he was sure they'd always be friends, sometimes lovers and sometimes not.

"Yeah," he muttered.

"I thought you would understand," Cathy responded. "Anyway, she knows I'm interested in guys, even if she could never imagine being in that situation herself. I told her I was going out with Evan and she said she'd come as back-up in case I needed it. When he took me up to the balcony I got worried -- he was coming on pretty strong and I've never . . . "

". . . you've never done it with a boy," Robbie guessed.

"I haven't."

"And you didn't want to do it on a balcony at night outside a movie theatre during a double date," Robby concluded.

Cathy shook her head. "I didn't."

"I don't blame you," Robby said, "I've never done it with a boy either, and I wouldn't want my first time with my boyfriend to be like that. Even if," he twisted and grinned at Mark, "I'd just sucked him off in a movie theatre!!!"

"I'm not entirely blameless, I was stroking him pretty bad in the seat right behind you," Cathy admitted.

"I won't lie to you Cathy," Mark interjected, "Evan likes sex, a lot. And he -- both of us, actually -- are pretty much at the edge of sexual frustration most of the time. Our parents have us on a double dose of pills that makes it feel like our dicks are going to burst open any minute. And this ring on my penis has these vibrating ball bearings that are designed to do everything except make me cum. Plus, they rubbed some kind of hormone into our skins that increases sexual excitement. I'm not saying I condone Evan forcing himself on you -- not at all. What I'm trying to explain is what you can expect. If you go out with him again, he's going to want to fuck you."

"I'd like that. I really would," Cathy replied, looking up at the sky dreamily.

"Well, then I'd say you have a pretty good chance with him," Mark asserted. "Just don't try to change your mind at the last minute. He'll get frustrated, you'll get rescued -- hell, maybe Tommie will beat him up!"

"She's pretty fanatic about me," Cathy nodded.

"Do me a favor," Mark insisted. "If you're going out with my boyfriend, could you get your signals straight with Tommie first? I don't want to nurse any more injuries if I can help it."

"Okay. That's good advice. Thanks boys, I think I'll be taking off now. There's a certain player I have to waylay after the game." She flashed a grin at them, lifted her short T for just a second, revealing two perky breasts, and squeezed her way through the crowd.

"Wow," Robby said quietly. "I hope Evan knows what's coming his way."

• • •

Cathy was the next one stripped. Seeing that her daughter was wearing less and less clothing, it was the only thing her mother could do to keep her decent -- or at least legal. Besides, she had been going out with that naked football player -- the one that always came on the field spray painted gold -- for over six months now.

Tommie extended her realm of fanatic protection to Cathy's new circle of friends. Sometimes Tommie and Cathy were lovers, and sometimes they weren't.

The next time Mark stayed overnight at Evan's house he was surprised to find a queen sized bed in Evan's room. "Shit, this is cool! Your parents let Cathy stay over?"

"I haven't asked yet, but they said you and I might want a little more room, being two big boys and all."

"My mom says you should spend the night at our house sometimes -- she says between you and Robby I'm never home."

"So tell her you need a new bed if you're going to be entertaining in your own room."

* * *

"You've got to admit my plan worked out pretty well."

"I don't know if you can solve everything by stripping a boy -- or a girl -- but it does seem to have facilitated a lot of change," Mark's mother admitted.

She and Chuck stood in the doorway watching the four teens wolf down a huge Friday afternoon snack. Evan and Mark were still tanned, muscled and tattooed. Their erections strained upwards due to the combined effects of pills and pulsing rings. Robby's lighter skin had the healthy look of a stripped boy who got enough sun and wind, which with his dark hair and blue eyes made him an exceedingly cute and attractive boy. For her part, Cathy took to being stripped like a duck to water. As they watched, Mark reached over and tweaked one of Cathy's pink nipples, eliciting a little yelp, and pulled her onto his lap. They had no doubt where his erection was.

THE END

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