Stripped For Florida: Flagler County Gets Stripped, Part 2

By Willie B.
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Copyright 2011 by Willie B., all rights reserved

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STRIPPED FOR FLORIDA
FLAGLER COUNTY GETS STRIPPED
PART TWO
 
 
The three boys walked down the street. When they reached the front of his house Will said good-bye to the brothers.
 
"We're just going to pick up a pizza and we'll be back to your place in a bit," called out Kyle.  
 
"Been hanging out with your sweetie again?" asked Celia as Will walked in the door.
 
Will blushed and went to his room without saying a word. Why did his mom have to be so annoying? After rummaging through his dresser for a few minutes, Will walked into the hallway, hoping to make it to the kitchen without attracting his mother's notice. As soon as he sat down at the table to eat a bowl of cereal she walked in.
 
"Have you made your decision?" she asked.
 
"About what?"
 
"Let's not go through that little charade. I'm giving you a deadline. See the clock on the stove? It's 3:30 right now. I'm leaving the room. If you're not naked by 4:00 I'm applying a QS chip to your skin. I've already got one ready, just in case, and I'm not the least hesitant about using it. Oh, and don't try leaving the house before then!"
 
The doorbell rang and Cheryl went to answer it.
 
"Oh, hi, Rhonda, your timing is perfect." Celia explained Will's impending deadline. Rhonda grinned. The two friends sat at their usual place and looked out at the cars and people passing by on A1A. The ocean stretched out flat to the horizon. "I'm sort of conflicted," said Celia, "on the one hand it would be great to have Will out and about in the nude, just like Cheryl. I think it would do him a world of good. On the other hand, I could live with simply making him be naked at home."
 
"Does John have a preference?"
 
"Well, now that you bring that up, I could insist that John be naked at home as well," mused Celia.
 
"It's fine with me, you know."
 
"I know -- I wasn't the least bit worried about that! John has an exhibitionist side to him that most boys have and I think it would be fun to indulge him in it."
 
"There are my boys now, just coming up the walk," said Rhonda with surprise.
 
"Will's deadline is up, too," added Celia, "Shall we see if we can have some fun?"
 
"Mom . . . " called Will from the kitchen. At the same time Rhonda opened the door to let Kyle and Tim in.
 
"Yes, honey?" asked Celia, coming into the kitchen. Her son stood naked and pale-looking, hiding behind a chair with his arms around his chest. "Which is it? Stripped or naked at home?"
 
"Do I have to? Oh shit!"
 
"Hey Will, whatcha doing naked?" asked Tim. "Hey Kyle, your boyfriend's naked, why don't you come feast on the sight."
 
"Mom, it's not fair. Look what you're doing to me. I hate you, Tim. "
 
Kyle walked into the kitchen and looked his friend in the eye. They stood there for a moment and then Rhonda spoke up, "Boys, I've just been informed that there's a new rule in this house. Boys have to be naked whenever they're on the premises."
 
"For real?" asked Kyle, not taking his eyes off Will.
 
"Yes, we gave Will a choice of being stripped like his sister or putting a new rule in place for our household. Looks like he's decided it's boys naked at home, is that right Will?"
 
The boy nodded.
 
"If that's the rule, I want to see those clothes off, right now," demanded Rhonda.
 
As if in a trance Kyle started to take off his clothes. "If you have to be naked, I'll do it with you," offered Kyle. Will nodded back, the two boys looking at one another.
 
"Fuck that shit," yelled Tim, turning to leave the room.
 
"Young man, you just earned yourself a stripping," his mother spoke with a low determination in her voice. "I expected the best from you, but I was prepared in case you didn't deliver." She slapped a bandaid behind the boy's ear as he twisted away from her and slammed out the door. Picking up her cell phone she punched a single digit speed dial. "Scott, my boy's heading north on A1A -- yes, walking -- from Celia's house. He's just been stripped, but you'll see right away he hasn't complied. . . . very good. Okay, just bring him back here. I suspect the results will be very interesting to a couple of other boys."
 
Tim stormed out of the house and down the street. Within minutes the town's only police cruiser was driving along slowly next to him as he walked. Finally tiring of the game he stopped. The officer got out. "Hello, Tim. I'm just making a routine check." The officer looked at an electronic instrument he was holding. "Very interesting, a stripped child walking down the street fully clothed. I'm afraid you're in violation of the law. We don't get very many of these in Flagler Beach -- we're a very law-abiding community, you know. If you'll just remove those clothes we'll be able to get on with business."
 
"I'm not taking them off and I know my mother called you," said the boy sullenly.
 
"It's not up to your mother any more, young man," informed the police officer. "Now that you're stripped any Florida official or officer can enforce it. In fact, if we don't get some compliance right away I'll have to sign you up for 500 hours of community service. That's five hours a week for two years. On the other hand, if you're cooperative I won't have to ask the court to sentence you -- you'll just be on probation. One more violation and you'll be signed up for the community service. It's not so bad, really."
 
The boy reluctantly started pulling at his t-shirt.
 
"I'm going to have to ask you to be a little more speedy," said the cop, pulling out his citation book in case it were needed.
 
The boy pulled off his shirt, undid his belt, yanked down his shorts and stood there in his boxers.
 
"Almost there," nodded the officer with encouragement. As soon as the boxers slid off the officer twisted the boy around, "Up against the car. One more item of business and then you can get in the car." The cop pulled out a syringe and carefully stabbed it into the boy's left buttock. Tim winced at the unexpected assault.
 
"What the hell was that?" yelled the boy.
 
"Watch your language young man. Alright, that's done with. Get in the car."
 
As they drove the short distance back down the highway to Celia's house he reminded the boy, "It's not just me that knows you're stripped. There are new sensors installed all over the county, in the school, at Publix, all over. If you get caught with so much as a pair of boxers on or a swim suit you'll be helping me out with all those community service hours!"
 
The officer undid the electronic lock and waited while the boy stepped out of the car. The cop got a good grip on the boy's arm and walked him up to the walkway. As Celia opened the front door Kyle and Will looked at the boy in awe. His penis slowly rose up while the officer kept him in a good grip.
 
"Here he is ladies, as requested. I've given him the 24 hour starter shot as per our new protocols. I'm sure you already know about that," winked the officer at Rhonda, "being our new county coordinator for the program and all."
 
"Um, is that the same as the pills?"
 
"Those are for six hours. This is the full 24 hours, ma'am. Keeps him rock hard."
 
"Well, I am new at this job, as you know. They told us to encourage parents to use the pills and keep them out and about in public as much as possible for the first few days -- until they get used to it."
 
"We just got the new training -- all county police and sheriff's deputies. We're to use the shot whenever we find any young man out of compliance. Same protocol: keep him out in public as much as you can this evening and all day tomorrow." The officer let go his grip on the boy and nodded, "Good evening ladies, happy to be of service."
 
When the officer had left Celia turned to the two youngest.
 
"Guess you'll stick to the home nudity rules, hmmm?" prodded Celia. Both boys nodded their earnest agreement.
 
"Don't you go anywhere," snapped Rhonda to her older son. "I want you right here where I can get a good eyeful of that erection. I need to think about what we're going to do with you this evening."
 
The door opened and John came in.
 
"We've got one boy stripped and two under house rules. You want to be next?"
 
"How come you don't get naked, mom?" inquired Cheryl. "I love being naked. I just don't get why you think it's only for boys."
 
"If you want to be naked, honey, I have no objections. After all, I'm the one who stripped you, aren't I? As far as I'm concerned having you nude is far preferable to seeing that scrap of red bikini all the time."
 
"So, you could be naked too!" her daughter said, encouragingly.
 
"I think being naked should be a choice for females. As for boys, I think nudity is probably their natural state of being. Besides, females are very turned on by visual stimuli!" Celia concluded with a grin.
 
That's the truth, realized Cheryl, and there is a certain someone I would very much like to stimulate myself with visually!
 
Will was in the midst of his own realization, too. If naked is the natural state for boys then let's get more of them into it, because whatever mother might say I am also very interested in getting turned on by visual stimuli.
 
 
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Thrilled with her new job as the QS Rep for Flagler County, Rhonda set up her booth at the Saturday morning farmer's market. The bright sun beat down on white canopies set up in the park just across the street from the pier and the main public beach. An assortment of retirees, tourists, young locals, and farmers from inland counties filled the space. Girls in skimpy bikinis and guys with bare chests blocked traffic as they wandered from the beach to the market. Surf boards lay stacked alongside crates of watermelons and collard greens. Celia hung her new QS vinyl banner across the front of the tent, unfolded the new 8 foot table she'd gotten at WalMart, stretched the new white fitted tablecloth and set up the brochures, ID reader, credit card machine, QS branded pens and assorted items. Then she put on her best smile and prepared for throngs of parents wanting to strip their kids.
 
After a while she realized she was going to have to reach out a little more boldly.
 
"Good morning, can I interest you in . . . "
 
"Hello! It's such a beautiful day. Did you realize your son here could be frolicking in the waves without wearing all that . . . "
 
"We have a new program in Florida, it's called QS, short for Quick Strip . . . "
 
The few folks who did stop by wanted to ask about her bookkeeping services or thought she was selling some new medical device. No one stopped long enough to hear about QS. The acronym seemed confusing to people, and the banner and white table cloth did nothing to distinguish her from the other booths. Most people were happy to buy fresh peaches, watermelon, silver queen corn and lug the stuff back to their cars and pickup trucks.
 
The next week was more of the same. Rhonda could see that even when more tourists started arriving a better sales approach was required.
 
Sitting at the round table at Celia's house, Rhonda expressed her frustrations. "I just know this is a good gig and that the whole thing is going to catch on. I just can't spend so much time waiting for some future day. I need a better approach now."
 
"Have you talked to the state office about it?"
 
"They don't have a clue. This is a new state program and nothing is really functional yet. I told them the QS name isn't very descriptive and they said they have no ability to make changes. It's all very bureaucratic. The worst thing is, I get paid on commission only."
 
Will and Kyle walked into the house, slamming the door as they came in. They ignored their mothers and were on their way to Will's room.
 
"Excuse me, boys," called Celia after their disappearing backs. "What do we do when we come in the house?"
 
"Sorry about the door, mom," yelled Will.
 
"That's nice, but what about those clothes?"
 
"Oh, um. We'll take them off in my room, I promise."
 
"Of that I am sure, but that's not the house rule. Both of you back here immediately. Boys, you are both to be naked in this house at all times. As soon as you walk in the door, you take off the clothes and leave them in the basket I've put there for that exact purpose."
 
The boys walked back sheepishly and promptly stripped down. It wasn't that they were shy. The boys had known each other since they were babies and their moms had taken care of them turn and turn about for all those years. Will and Kyle were simply in a hurry and thought the whole task of getting undressed at the door was a pain.
 
"You know," Celia reminded them, "we could make this a whole lot easier and have you stripped. I know a certain county rep . . . "
 
"Mom!" protested Will.
 
"That's it!" shouted Rhonda.
 
"What's it?" asked her son Kyle suspiciously.
 
"I'm sure you two wouldn't mind seeing more boys naked, right?"
 
"Um, yeah."
 
"Sure." The two boys responded guardedly. They were still careful about flaunting their attractions, even to their mothers who knew well enough.
 
"So, you wouldn't mind helping me sell Quick Strips. You could come to the farmer's market with me on Saturday and hand out fliers and tell people about the program."
 
"We'll help."
 
"No problem."
 
"That's great! This is going to work out much better. And I'll make a second banner to go across the front of the table. Something like 'Strip your kid.' Something more obvious than Quick Strip."
 
The two naked boys nodded their heads, happy to see Rhonda in a better mood than when they'd walked in.
 
"Hey mom," asked Will, "can Kyle spend the night."
 
"You know, I've been meaning to say something about that. I'm just not sure I'm comfortable about these sleepovers anymore."
 
"What!" blurted out Will. Kyle looked stricken, his eyes big. He looked over at his mother to see if she felt the same way.
 
"But, but, Kyle's my best friend. You've never complained about it before."
 
"I know, honey," responded Celia, "but now that you two are naked . . . "
 
"What's that got to do with anything?" protested Will. "Besides, you forced us to be naked! You can't make us do something and then say you're not comfortable about it."
 
"Besides, we were naked anyway," mumbled Kyle.
 
"What was that?" inquired his mother.
 
"Nothing."
 
"You're saying you were naked in your room anyway?" clarified Celia.
 
The two boys nodded.
 
Rhonda grinned. Celia looked at her and threw her hands up in the air. "I give up. Obviously everyone knows what's going on here except me!"
 
"Mom," soothed Will. "Kyle and I have known each other our entire lives. We're fine, okay?"
 
"Alright, you can have your sleepovers."
 
The two boys cheered and ran off, nude, to Will's bedroom.
 
"I think they're adorable," observed Rhonda, "especially now that you've gotten them out of those black burkhas! They are going to help me sell these QS, too. Gawd, they need to come up with a better name for them."
 
Looking out the window they saw Cheryl and her five year old charge coming up the walk. They managed to enter with slightly less slamming of doors. Cheryl was naked, of course, and Cindy might as well have been for the brevity of her tiny two piece bikini.
 
"Did you let her parents know they could strip her?" asked Rhonda.
 
"Yeah, they know," replied Cheryl. "They probably just haven't gotten around to it."
 
"I could come over to their house anytime. Give them my card and they can just give me a call."
 
Cheryl laughed, "I've given them five of those things already. Her dad says, 'wow, really enjoying the nudity thing, aren't you!' "
 
"So, what did you say back?"
 
"I think you enjoy my nudity thing, too! I caught him blushing and he turned away really quickly to put groceries in the fridge or something. So, mom," continued Cheryl, "if it's alright with you, I wanted to invite Mark for dinner tonight."
 
"That's fine."
 
"He's never been over for dinner, you know."
 
"I realize that. So is this a big deal dinner, or a casual invite?"
 
"Well, it's not a date, mom! But, what are we having?"
 
"I was thinking lasagna and a big tossed salad. Maybe ice cream and peaches for dessert. Sound okay?"
 
"Yeah, that's fine. Perfect. Okay, I'll call him."
 
"Cheryl . . . "
 
"Yeah?"
 
"You realize our house rules. Mark is going to have to strip off when he gets here."
 
"Oh, that! No biggie. I'm sure he won't mind."
 
Cheryl flounced her hair in feigned nonchalance and walked into the kitchen. No biggie was not quire correct. Visual stimuli, indeed.
 
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END OF PART TWO





   
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