Jan and Mark 4

Stripped For Florida: Jan and Mark 4

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Jan and Mark

by Willie B Florida
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PART 4

The massage had Mark feeling good in his body, but still, he was sure everyone in the hotel lobby would stare at him the moment he stepped out of the spa, naked for the first time in public. Not a soul gave him the slightest attention. He crossed the tiled floor to the pool, let himself into the water and enjoyed an amazing hour of swimming. He couldn't believe what a difference it made. The water slid along his body as if he were a dolphin. It was as if he were made for swimming! The time went by so fast that he was surprised when he heard his mom's voice call his name. He looked up and there she was.

"Oh, hi mom. I thought you were going to be gone an hour."

"It's 6:15, Mark!" she exclaimed. "Anyway, get out because we're supposed to meet Jan and his dad for dinner."

Mark hesitated for a moment and then decided if any random person could see him naked, why not his mother. After all she'd seen him naked for years of his life. He climbed the steps of the pool ladder and stood dripping by the edge. Mark stepped over to the side of the pool and used one of the towels supplied by the hotel.

"I need to get my shorts from Monika," he said. "She was washing and drying them." He walked across the atrium to Monika's spa and found his shorts washed, dried and folded on the desk. A note read,

"I'm in session with a client. See you tomorrow at 4 pm for our usual."

Mark blushed and under his breath whistled, "cool!" He pulled on the shorts and walked out to join his mother.

Once again he was at dinner dressed only in shorts. Jan was in the pale blue suit he'd worn the other day. They ate at a restaurant within walking distance of the hotel and after dinner Jan's father took them on a little tour of the historic streets in the area. The weather was pleasant, but still surprisingly warm. Coming round a corner there was another sculpture fountain with a few kids playing. Jan immediately pulled off his suit and said, "Come on Mark, take off your clothes and come play with me."

Was it Jan's relaxed enthusiasm, or the experience of having been jacked off two days in a row by a beautiful woman, or swimming naked in a hotel pool? Whatever combination of experiences, Mark surprised and delighted everyone by taking off his shorts. In half a minute the two boys were wet and splashing and laughing with delight.

"I believe your plan is working," Mark's mother said to Jan's father.

"Your plan," he corrected.

"Okay, our plan," she declared.

Mark insisted on putting his shorts back on after playing, but Jan happily walked naked down the street. Everyone said good-bye at the hotel and agreed to meet again in the morning--the last full day they would be together before Mark and his parents were to fly back to the US.

They were having breakfast in the hotel dining area the next morning when Jan and his dad arrived. They were to go on the last round of business meetings that morning.

"I brought you a present!" cried Jan, handing Mark a small rectangular glossy black box.

"A present! But I don't have one for you," protested Mark.

"That's okay. I know what present I want, but first you have to open the box."

"Okay," said Mark, "but then you have to tell me what you want. Whatever it is, if I can get it for you I will!"

"That's great!" replied Jan, "Now open it!"

Mark undid the small pieces of tape on either side of the box and opened it. Inside was a small scrap of dark blue fabric. Mark lifted it out and realized it was a boy's nylon bikini-style swimsuit. White tie cords dangled down and a tiny bit of extra blue nylon served as a liner. "Um, thank you Jan. It's like one of yours."

"Yes!"

"Thank you very much. So, what present do you want from me?"

"I want you to put on the suit right now!"

"I'll try it out. How about when we go swimming?"

"No, I want you to wear it today--it's your last day and we can wear matching suits this morning. You in dark blue and I in light blue."

"You did promise you'd give him what he wanted," reminded his mother.

Mark looked at everyone present, one by one. He'd walked into this one. What was he going to do? He couldn't wander all over town wearing just a flimsy piece of nylon. The suits didn't hide a single thing. He'd seen Jan "dressed" and naked and it hardly made a difference -- although he had to admit Jan's penis was cuter without the fabric.

"Just do it, son," admonished his father. "Slip down the shorts and put on the suit so we can get going. We have some important business to wrap up this morning."

"Can't I just stay here with mom?"

"I'm taking care of errands as well, Mark. I'm going to the airline office and a bunch of other agencies. Besides, Jan will miss you."

"Put it on, Mark," Jan said eagerly.

"Okay," sighed Mark, extremely reluctantly, "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" asked Jan's father, "You can change right here. Nobody will mind."

Jan looked around. A few naked kids were already splashing in the pool next to the restaurant area, even this early in the morning. With a sudden motion Mark slid his shorts down and tried to pull the suit up without showing anything off. The fabric was smooth and silky and weighed almost nothing. He realized there was no elastic. What made these things stay on?

"Here Mark, let me help," said his mother.

"Mom, I can do it!"

Jan came over instead and showed Mark how to pull the tie cords tight and tie them in front. "You can tuck them inside like I do, or let them hang out over your penis," giggled Jan. His mother finally got her two bits in and reached down and puckered the fabric out around Mark's penis and adjusted the tie cord knot.

"Very handsome. I'd leave the cord out. It really shows off your assets."

Mark blushed at his mother's contact with his penis and her remarks.

"Okay, let's get going," said his dad. The two boys accompanied their dads to two large distribution warehouses. The staff at each made much of how cute they looked together. The ladies at the second warehouse insisted on posing with the boys and getting a photo taken. Mark decided maybe the embarrassment of being on display was worth the attention he was getting from women. For the first time the thought crossed his mind, I wonder if I could get the attention of some hot girls back home. The fact that boys didn't wear suits like this in Ohio for swimming, much less in the streets or anywhere else, made it hard for him to imagine any further. But adolescent male hormones kicked in nevertheless and Mark suddenly had a lot more to show for himself in the skimpy nylon suit. One of the ladies made a comment in German and the rest laughed. To Mark's chagrin they insisted on posing for yet another photo with Mark's nylon-clad boner front and center.

When they left, Mark complained, "Dad, that was totally embarrassing. This suit doesn't hide anything!"

"You're a handsome boy, Mark. There's no need to hide. You have a great body and you'll learn to enjoy it soon enough. In the meanwhile don't resent it that others enjoy it, too."

When Mark showed up for his massage at 4 o'clock Monika was working at her desk. "Oh, good afternoon! So, get ready and I'll be right there."

"What do you think of the swimsuit?" he asked her. He'd been waiting all day for Monika's reaction to this bit of daring skimpiness on his body.

"It's okay, but you are much more handsome naked. Get undressed, please."

Mark realized this was a compliment, but it wasn't the reaction he'd expected to the suit itself. He went into the room and untied it, pulled it down and put it on the counter. When Monika came in he was still standing there.

"What's wrong, don't like my honesty?" she inquired.

"It's not that. I guess, well, it took a lot of courage for me to wear that all day and I was hoping for some admiration."

Monika laughed. "You are a wonderful boy. I've really enjoyed our few hours together. If you want some admiration lie down on your back and we'll get busy."

Mark lay down and Monika began her "admiration" by immediately popping his penis into her mouth. After the full day wearing nothing but the bikini, being complimented by various women, photographed, and then being told he was more handsome naked, Mark didn't last long. He shot into Monika's sucking mouth, his hips bucking upwards off the table. When she was satisfied that he had completed his orgasm, Monika began the massage on the front of his body. She turned him over and worked his backside completely. Then she surprised him by asking him to turn back over again. She worked her hands over and around his pelvic area, working sensuously, lightly, deeply, over and over until he thought his penis would burst from the built up excitement. It was as if he had never come at all. When he thought he could stand it no more Monika would pull back and work less intensely, then build him all the way back to the brink of orgasm again. She did this multiple times until his body was writhing on the table and he couldn't control his voice. He moaned and let out low screams. Mark was desperate for release, waiting for Monika's mouth to close around his burning erection, or to slick him up with oil and jack him off with her hand. Unable to wait he reached out with his own hand only to find it pinned to the table with a surprisingly firm grasp. Monika pinned his other hand to the table as well and then leaned down with her mouth and with extreme gentleness wrapped her tongue around the tip of his penis, sucked his dick down her throat and pulsed her muscles around the full length of his member. Mark released his orgasm with such intensity that he was truly afraid that this would be his last great pleasure on earth. He could not draw in breath and panicked even as he tried to savor every microsecond of the experience.

When he lay exhausted on the table Monika began a new massage, caressing and soothing and working every muscle in his body, oiling him up and working it into his tissues. She sat him up and he thirstily drank down three large glasses of water. When he stood he was careful, afraid that he would be dizzy and fall over. He took a tentative step and walked back and forth across the room. His body felt completely different. Not just different from when he'd walked into the room, but different than any time he could remember. Maybe before conscious memory he had felt this relaxed as an infant? But of course as an infant he hadn't had the pent up sexual desires. Nor the emotional knowledge that he carried as a 14 year old.

"Monika, you know this is my last day?"

"Yes, Mark. I know."

"But, I'll miss you."

"For a short while, you will miss me. And I hope you will always remember me. But what I really hope you will remember is everything you learned these last three days."

Mark said his good-byes and left before he made a fool of himself.

It was only when he was standing in the elevator on the way up to his room that he realized that he'd completely forgotten to get dressed! As he walked down the hallway he felt his penis completely satisfied. He hadn't even been aware of the fact that he'd had pent up tensions, but those desires now felt like giant weights that had been released from his body. His shoulders, back, thighs, insteps of his feet, the pinky finger of his left hand . . . the list went on and on . . . all felt completely let go and relaxed. He was floating down the hallway, and yet solidly planted on his feet. Every molecule of air touched his skin like a special gift. His penis felt so long and wonderful and not at all in need of another jack off session, at least not for the moment. Mark smiled a huge grin and opened the door to the hotel room.

His parents, Jan and Jan's father looked up and reflected Mark's smile right back at him. Jan ran up and impulsively gave Mark a hug, their naked bodies meshing from toe to head.

Nobody needed to ask any questions. The answers were obvious!!!

For their last dinner in Germany they simply took the boys downstairs and ate poolside. Neither one of them had to get dressed and when they tired of adult conversation they could dip into the pool and swim about. Mark found that the water felt even more scintillating than the air in his transformed state. He and Jan swam around and around, diving under water, seeing who could swim longest without coming up for breath, and pretending they were arctic seals. His head coming up from underwater, Mark heard his mother calling him. He tagged Jan and the two boys pulled themselves out of the pool. Water dripping down their naked bodies, they walked over to the dinner table. Jan laughed as he watched water pour off the end of Mark's penis. In response Mark pulled on Jan's penis so it stuck out and the water coursed off it as well.

"Boys, we have desert and a very big surprise," announced Mark's father. "In fact, it may be life changing for at least one of you."

Mark and Jan looked at one another.

The server came out and put an assortment of cakes and pastries on the table. Everyone stabbed at the sweets with their forks, enjoying the rich chocolatey flavors.

"That's the desert," stated Mark, "what's the surprise?"

"We need to explain it to you in stages, so it all makes sense," began his mother. "First, your father has been asked by the company to relocate to Jacksonville, Florida. We have accepted the offer as of today."

"We're moving to Florida?" asked Mark.

"Yes. Second, as you may or may not be aware, Florida is quite different from Ohio."

"That's okay. I'm sure I can make friends. I mean if dad has to go there for work I'll do the best I can to adjust."

"Mark, I love you so much," answered his mother, "you really are a great team player. Your dad will explain part three."

"Son, it's really nice to see you sitting here naked, feeling so good about your body, and knowing that it was your own choice. You see, part three is that you will never, ever wear clothes again in your life."

"What, why, wh . . . how can that be?" stammered Mark.

"Florida's very different from Ohio, and not quite like Germany. Parents have the right to legally strip their kids naked in Florida. Once that is done, the child is not allowed to wear any clothing until she or he turns 21 years old."

"But, you said . . . "

"I'm getting to that. But, there is also a provision that allows parents to make a lump sum payment to cover the child's entire lifetime. In that case, the child is stripped naked for life. It is the only legal way for a person to be naked in public as an adult. That is the future we have chosen for you."

Mark did not answer. He really didn't know what to think. He wasn't for or against; it was a bigger idea than his mind could currently encompass.

"There is also a part for you, Jan," said his father.

Jan looked up.

"We're giving you a Florida vacation and a chance to spend some more time with Jan. You will be flying to Florida with him tomorrow."

"Oh wow, oh boy, really? That is amazing. Mark, I get to come with you. Wow!"

"Only one thing I'm sorry about, Jan, you'll have to wear your bathing suit until you get there -- on the airline flight, at least. They'll have you stripped as soon as you land."

"Wait, you're making him stay naked for the rest of his life, too?" asked Mark.

"No, not just now," answered Jan's father. "See, we live in Germany and the laws are different here. But he will have to be naked as long as he's visiting you."

Mark looked confused.

Mark's father clarified for him. "Florida has a program that allows tourists to strip their kids while they're on vacation. All the same rules apply as they do to Florida residents. The only difference is that when the tourists leave they get dressed again."

"So, that's why Jan has to wear a bathing suit on the plane?" asked Mark, nearly as confused as before.

"Jan won't be stripped until he gets to Florida," explained Mark's mother. "Because it is a tourist license he's getting. For you, we've applied for the permanent Florida stripping. We'll do that tomorrow if it all comes through on time. Germany has an agreement with Florida to honor Stripped For Florida residents--so that means you wouldn't be allowed to wear clothing here either. Germany doesn't actually enforce the law, but it does mean you're allowed to be naked on the plane, whereas standard airline regulations would require that you wear at least minimal clothing."

"Like a bathing suit."

"Yes, like a bathing suit."

"So I will be naked any time I'm in Florida or Germany?" asked Mark.

His mother replied: "Florida will absolutely require you to be naked for the rest of your life. Germany will allow you to be naked for the rest of your life. For anywhere else you go, it will depend on the local laws and regulations."

A boy clad only in a tiny bathing suit would ordinarily have attracted some attention as he boarded the plane, but in this case Mark definitely upstaged him. Completely naked, not even wearing shoes, the 14 year old walked ahead of Jan and his parents, looking for row 42 on the jumbo jet bound for Jacksonville, Florida. Mark was keenly aware of the stares from adults and children. Ironically, nearly every child on the plane was en route to a Florida vacation where they would surely be stripped for at least a couple of weeks.

"Mommy, he's naked," complained a little girl.

"Don't point, honey, its rude," admonished the girl's mother, no doubt thinking to herself, and you're going to be just as naked as soon as this plane lands in Florida.

The plane touched down in Jacksonville and they walked out of the jetway into the main terminal. "We're headed this way," said Mark's dad, guiding the two boys in the direction of a huge mural of two blond, quite-naked, twins.

"Good morning," said the young man attending the booth. "Looks like we've got one stripped already and one almost there. What can I do for you folks today?"

"Good morning," replied Mark's father, "You're absolutely right. This youngster was stripped for life before boarding our flight here. He'll have the distinction of having never worn a shred of of clothing in Florida. Jan, here, is visiting from Germany and we'd like to have him stripped for the next month."

The attendant produced the small microchip that was attached behind Jan's left ear and instructed him to take off his only clothing, the small bikini bathing suit. "Do you want pills for the boys? They are free with your SFF today."

"Sure, why not," replied Mark's mother, speaking for the first time. The attendant produced two glasses of water and had the boys swallow the pills before wishing them all a pleasant time in Florida.

The group left the Stripped For Florida booth and followed the signs towards baggage claim. Mark noted that while Florida was definitely not Ohio, it was different from Germany as well. "Look at all these naked kids, Jan," he said, nudging the younger boy in the ribs.

"Yeah," giggled Jan, "and all these boys are hard!" It was true. There were lots of naked kids, boys and girls, but every single naked boy had a boner. There were also plenty of kids with clothes on, particularly younger children. It did seem like there were a lot of naked teenagers! A boy passed them with a super hard erection, the blood vessels popping out from the shaft. A large gold ring grasped the base of his organ, and metal filigree traced a complex knotwork pattern across his abdomen. Like most of the boys they saw he was quite bare of pubic hair, despite being a clearly matured 16 or 17 year old. A trio of middle school age girls went by in a cloud of gossip, their pubic areas equally hairless, clit rings glinting from between their legs as they walked. A mother pulled a protesting eight year old boy toward the counter Jan and Mark had just left. "But I like my clothes, mom. Please, don't strip me," he whined. Jan grinned.

"Clothing isn't optional here, is it?" inquired Jan.

"No, Jan, it isn't a choice," confirmed Mark's dad. "If you are stripped you must be naked; if you are not stripped you must wear clothing -- although in your case it was minimal clothing, to be sure!"

Jan nodded. "There are a lot more naked kids here than at home."

"That's true. Once a Florida child is stripped he or she has to stay naked until the age of 21. Mark here is in a special category. He'll never be allowed to wear clothes in Florida for his entire life. In addition, lots and lots of tourists come to Florida and they like to have their kids stripped for the time they're visiting, just like we stripped you!"

Before they got to the rental car station the boys noticed many more things: penis jewelry on boys, nipple rings, lots of tattoos and microgem body art, and a naked girl in the throes of what looked to be an ongoing orgasmic experience. She was holding a woman's hand and being led through the airport as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, but her face was flushed, mouth open and she was breathing heavily. The boys tried not to stare too obviously.

Another thing the boys noticed was that their penises were definitely more engorged than before. Mark chalked it up to all the new sights: genital jewelry, naked girls, even the girl with the orgasms. Jan wasn't terribly perturbed about it, being used to nudity and near nudity and the whims of the male organ. But, by the time they were halfway into the city the two boys in the back seat of the car could no longer ignore the fact that they now had raging erections. Mark's dad pulled up at a Hampton Inn where they were going to spend a few days. The company was putting them up in hotels until they got situated in a temporary rental house. Eventually the family intended to buy a home.

"Everybody out!" proclaimed Mark's dad, opening the back door. The boys stared back at him.

"Um, Dad, look . . . I mean, we can't . . . " Mark gestured at his erection.

"I recall seeing quite a few of those since we landed," joked his dad. "In fact, you and Jan have been slow to catch up to what appears to be a universal trend."

Jan didn't follow all the elaborate English vocabulary, but got the gist. "It's okay, Mark, nobody cares. Let's get out and find a pool and go swimming!"

Mark shrugged and reluctantly got out. Despite the truth of his dad's observations, it was one thing to see other boys in this condition and quite another to be walking around with a newly sprung boner. However, none of the hotel staff in the lobby seemed to notice, the cleaning ladies on their hall greeted them as they would any guest, and down at the pool the boys found themselves in the company of three other boys with similar erections, two naked girls, and four kids in swimsuits. It was the latter who looked decidedly out of place. The lifeguard was naked and to Mark's eyes appeared older than 21. He wondered if he was seeing yet another person stripped for life.

(The End)