By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[2,833 words]
* * * * *Carl slammed the back door behind him and made a beeline for his bedroom.
“Carl, is that you?” his mother called out.
“Sorry ‘bout the door, didn’t mean to do that,” Carl pitched his voice slightly above a growl.
“I’m making one of your favorite dinners,” his mother continued, “Want to invite Angie over?”
“No!” Carl blurted out, his hand on the doorknob of his room.
“You sure? I’m making coconut shrimp curry.”
The sharp click of the closing door was Carl’s only reply.
* * *
“This food is really good,” Carl mumbled sheepishly, his head bowed close over his dinner plate.
“I’m glad you like it,” his mother replied solicitously. “Is everything alright?”
“I guess.” Carl said.
His mood had established a gloom over the usually exuberant family
dinner. His mother and father shared a look across the table at one
another while Carl’s younger sister Megan looked sidewise at her
brother.
“Something to do with Angie?”
“Maybe. No. Yes. Why do you ask so many annoying questions? Is it really your business?”
Angie and Carl had been playmates and best friends since they were both
toddlers. Angie was a constant fixture in the Ransom household and her
absence for over a week was obvious and unsettling.
“I mean, is she sick? Did you have a fight? Something is up.”
“No,” Carl sighed. “We don’t ever fight, you know that. She’s not sick. Just naked.”
“Naked?”
“Yeah, as in stripped.”
“And you have a problem with that?” his mother queried. Given that well
over 20% of Florida’s children were naked 24/7 and would stay that way
until they were at least 21 years old it was hardly an unusual
condition.
“No, of course not. Well, yes. I mean, I don’t
know.” Carl threw his arms down to his sides and raised his head with
such a look of anguish that everyone at the table just stared at him.
“Oh, honey,” his mother said sympathetically. “I’m so sorry to see you this way.”
“I’m too young to have sex,” Carl groaned.
“Just because a girl gets stripped doesn’t mean she wants to have sex,” his mother stated.
“Well, this girl does. And she wants it with me.” Carl said this with flat finality.
So many things were different now. Kids stripped naked by their
parents, the early sexualization of children, the erect penises, the
aroused clits, the genital jewelry and so much more. But even back in
her so different childhood she could remember wanting sex so very, very
badly. Yes, she could easily understand that Angie wanted sex, and
wanted it with her very charming son Carl.
* * *
“Why did I have to come with you?” Carl queried his father.
“First of all, we’re giving your mother a much needed rest at home
alone. Your sister is at her friend’s house and you’re with me.”
“Uh huh.”
“And second of all, it gives me a chance to spend some time with my favorite son.”
“Dad,” Carl protested. “I’m your only son.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean, what are we even doing?”
“I have to pick up boards at Lowes to fix the back deck and lightbulbs
for the laundry room. Then I thought the two of us could have lunch
together. Which do you prefer, Relish or Humble Pie?”
“I only had their pizza once, but it was really good. Is it wood fired or something?”
“Yes it is! Humble Pie it shall be.”
Having picked up light bulbs and boards, and making sure that the
latter did not crush the former, father and son sat across from one
another at an outdoor picnic table. The pizza was excellent and Carl’s
appetite was as healthy as one would expect of a growing boy.
“So, you’re too young to have sex,” his father ventured.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hmmm. You seemed more certain of it yesterday.”
“Well, don’t you think I’m too young?”
“That’s really up to you, Carl,” his father remarked. “When I was your
age I thought about sex a lot, but things were really different then. I
mean, there was no way I could have had sex.”
“Maybe you just didn’t know that you could,” Carl suggested.
“You’re right. I absolutely thought there was no way anyone could have
sex until they were older, maybe not until they were an adult.”
Carl nodded, his mouth full of pizza.
“What I’m trying to say,” his father continued, “is that you could very much have sex. But the decision is up to you.”
“Yes, up to me!” Carl said emphatically. “Not up to Angie.”
“If the two of you were to have sex it would be up to each of you individually and together.”
“Well, yeah, of course.”
“You seem to have a very clear picture of how this is supposed to work.”
“I just don’t want her to pressure me.”
“And you are best friends,” his dad remarked. “I’m sure you don’t want to lose that.”
“I guess we are best friends,” Carl agreed. “I don’t always think about it that way.”
“Maybe you should just explain how you feel. Angie doesn’t strike me as a completely unreasonable person.”
“I just don’t know why she got stripped. It’s as if she did it on
purpose so she could have sex . . . with me.” Carl ended in almost
inaudible mumble.
“You know what, son?” His father sat up with
determination. “I think we’ll stop by the store on the way home and get
you stripped.”
“What? No! Why?”
“I wouldn’t want you
to miss out on anything. You know how it works. If both you and Angie
are stripped kids then you can have sex whenever you both decide it is
right for you. Or not.”
“But, dad . . . “ Carl protested.
“Having sex is up to you, but getting stripped, it’s not really your choice.”
“I know.” Carl’s voice was resigned. “It’s not really any kid’s choice in Florida.”
“Not even Angie’s?” his dad asked.
Carl allowed himself a rueful grin. “I get your point. She may have not
had anything to do with it. So do I still have to be stripped?”
“Absolutely. Let’s do it now.”
“You’re going to make me hard, too, aren’t you?”
“Do you know how that came to be the fashion for Florida boys?” his dad asked.
“To fund the pharmaceutical business?”
“Good one. But, the truth is that moms think their sons look good that way. Wait until we get home. You’ll see.”
The two of them stood at the counter in Walgreens.
“I’d like to strip my son. He’ll be needing the shot and I need two
bottles of the starter pills. Do you have the excitement ointment? I
forget what it’s called.”
“Glad to take care of that for you
today, sir. Just slide your ID card here and then your debit or credit
card. Did you say you were a Florida resident?”
“Yes, yes, Florida resident.”
“Then you’ll just swipe your Florida drivers license. I’ll double check
the system to make sure your son’s name comes up.” The clerk punched a
few keys on the keyboard and then turned to Carl. “Yup, that certainly
looks like you.”
Carl peered around and saw his recent yearbook photo on the screen. “That’s me,” he confirmed.
A few minutes later the clerk had applied the little round bandage behind Carl’s ear.
“You’re officially stripped, young man. I’ll need you to take off those clothes. Do you intend to keep them, sir?”
“Oh, no, not at all.” Carl’s dad confirmed.
“Just put them in the donation basket, then, while I get this shot ready.”
Carl looked at his dad as if imploring him one more time to forego the strip.
“Nothing I can do now, Carl. The chip is already embedding in your skin.”
Carl pulled his t-shirt over his head, slid his feet out of his flip
flops and with only a moment’s hesitation slid his shorts down his legs
and kicked them off. He stood there realizing that it would be years
and years before he could ever wear clothes again. In fact, the
prospect of turning 21 seemed so remote that he might as well be naked
forever.
The clerk came around the counter and swabbed his
left buttock with an alcohol wipe, put the syringe in place and jabbed
him with the needle.
“He’ll be hard within a half hour.”
Carl’s dad picked up the bag with the rest of the items and the two headed out the door.
* * *
“Oh my god, you’re preparing him for sex!” Megan screamed when they walked into the house.
“I thought you were at your friend Suzy’s house. What happened?” her dad asked.
“She got sick,” Megan replied breezily.
“You didn’t get your day to yourself, honey.”
“I did not. But, wow, Carl, you look fantastic! Stand still, I want to get a photo to post on Facebook.”
“Mom!”
“Don’t ‘Mom’ me. You’re a handsome child and I want to show you off. Come here and let me see.”
Carl stepped closer and his mother reached out and stroked his newly
erected penis. “You have nothing at all to be ashamed of, son, nothing
at all.”
Carl’s dad winked at his son. “Didn’t I tell you?”
“You know,” Megan interrupted, “he’s not the only one who should be prepared for sex. What about me?”
“Who would have sex with you? You’re just a little kid.” Carl sneered.
“Be nice!” his mother chastised.
“My boyfriend,” Megan intoned smuggly. “Anyway, I’m serious. Are you stripping me, too?”
* * *
Carl woke up earlier than usual. As his eyes adjusted to the silver
gray predawn brightness, Carl realized what had roused him. His dick
was absolutely throbbing.
“They shit better not have ruined
my penis,” Carl muttered out loud. Still, his hand found its way to the
pulsing member and idly stroked it. The result was that it became even
harder, if that were possible. Ten minutes later the boy lay panting on
the bed in the throes of a dry cum.
Carl somersaulted out of
bed and stood looking blankly out the window. The clamor of birdsong
was deafening. He felt like going for an early morning walk, run, swim
or bike ride. If only he weren’t stark naked and hard as a rock.
Instead he wandered into the kitchen.
“Oh, hi Mom!” he exclaimed in surprise. “Are you usually awake this early?”
“Of course! But you never are. What’s up?” She couldn’t help but cast a glance at her son’s stiff and slightly red penis.
Carl blushed. “I know it’s supposed to be normal, but really? Is it? Maybe it’s ruined for life.”
“It’s not ruined honey. Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Um, yeah, I guess . . . do we have anything to eat around here?”
“Sit down and I’ll bring you something,” his mother suggested.
Five minutes later she found him sitting at the table idly playing with his hard on and staring out the window.
“Here’s cereal, milk and a glass of juice.” She looked down at Carl’s hand and smiled.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . “
“Honey, it is the most natural thing in the world. Don’t worry at all.
In fact, if you’re still up for it,” she grinned at her own obvious
joke, “I can take a video of you after breakfast.”
“Um, I’ll just eat, okay?”
“Of course, dear. I’m putting out three pills for you to take with water. And now that you have . . . “
“Three pills!” Carl protested. “Mom, you’re going to kill me.”
“Nonsense, they are completely safe. You know that!”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, you do. Every morning from now on.”
“Forever?”
“As much as it makes any difference, or until you turn 21. Whichever comes first.”
“I’ll take two.”
Carl swiped two pills off the table and swigged them down. His mother
dropped the “extra” pill back into the bottle and continued, “Now that
you’ve got so much skin exposed I also want you to use moisturizer
every morning and every evening before bed.”
She plopped a large white plastic pump bottle in front of her son. Carl shrugged. “Okay,” he said noncommittally.
“Twice a day. I will not have a son with dry skin. I mean it,” she
said. “I will also schedule regular appointments with the dermatologist
to scan you for skin cancer.”
“Whatever.”
“Pills and
lotion, daily. Apply it after you eat. I can help you get to the hard
to reach parts. Oh, and don’t forget to lather up your penis.”
Carl swiped the bottle off the table and went to his bedroom. He put
the bottle next to his bed, stared at it for a few minutes and then in
a rush pumped a handful of lotion and rubbed it into his skin. When he
got to his penis he got distracted and used the slippery ointment to
bring himself off to another dry cum and then lay on his back staring
up at the ceiling with a silly grin on his face.
* * *
Carl closed the back door carefully and tiptoed toward his bedroom.
“Carl?” his mother called out. When there was no answer she merely shrugged.
A half hour later Carl came into the kitchen.
“Would it be possible to have a snack?” he asked meekly. “Also, I could
invite a friend over for dinner if it wouldn’t be too much trouble for
you.”
His mother sliced an apple and put it on the table along with peanut butter, crackers and a tall glass of milk.
“It would be no trouble at all,” she replied. “Any requests for what should be on the menu.”
“Oh, whatever you make is fine. I mean, everything you make is super
good.” Carl hesitated for a moment. “Aren’t you going to ask who I
invited?”
“If you want to tell me.”
“It’s Angie, but you don’t have to tiptoe around the subject, okay? It’s not as if we haven’t been friends forever.”
‘That’s true,” his mother responded, “some things stay the same.”
“Some things change, maybe for the better,” Carl replied.
After wolfing down his food Carl went and sat down on the front steps.
His dad got home about twenty minutes later, carefully parking the car
in an empty spot down the street. He walked up to the house and sat
down next to his naked son. They sat together in silence for a few
moments.
“There something I want to do, but I’m kind of embarrassed,” Carl stated.
His dad waited.
“I wish I hadn’t made such a scene the other day,” Carl continued, “but I’m glad you stripped me,” he added with a rush.
His Dad nodded in acknowledgement.
“Anyway, Angie’s coming for dinner.”
A raised eyebrow from his Dad.
“And…”
“And?”
“How old were you when you…”
“Yes?”
“I know you said you didn’t know you could have sex…”
“Actually,” his dad pointed out, “you were the observant one who said I
didn’t know I could. To me it seemed an impossibility. But this isn’t
about me, is it?”
“What I wanted to say is that I think I could have sex, but is it too soon?”
“It is your decision, Carl. Only you can say for sure. But if you do
decide to have sex I want to make sure you do it in a way that is safe
and healthy for both you and your partner.”
“Yeah. I had a real cum today. So I guess one of those safety things is condoms, right?”
“If you want to be absolutely sure that a girl doesn’t get pregnant,
condoms are a good added protection. The SFF pills are also a birth
control method. I’m assuming parents who strip their daughters put them
on pills, and I know you’re on them. You did take your pills this
morning, right?”
“I thought mom just wanted me hard.”
“That’s a secondary benefit. They also keep you from getting girls
pregnant and protect you from a range of diseases and infections. But I
can give you a package of condoms, too.”
“Do you think Angie will still want to, after all this?”
“You seemed pretty sure she wanted to have sex, and have it with you.”
“Yeah, I think that’s fairly definite.”
A car pulled up at the curb and a naked girl got out of the passenger’s side.
“Angie says she’s invited to dinner,” her mom called out from the driver’s seat.
“Yes, of course,” Carl’s father called back.
“When should I pick her up?”
Carl’s dad looked at the two teens. Carl and Angie looked as if they were telepathically connected.
Angie turned toward her mother. “How about I give you a call? It might be in the morning.”
Carl beamed at his Dad.
They all waved good-by to Angie’s mom and turned to go into the house.
* * *