By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2025 by Willie B., all rights reserved
[4,446 words]
* * * * *Mark and Marco
It was hardest at the beach, watching his
stripped friends and other boys splash into the waves without a stitch
on. They'd cavort in the surf without the tide tugging on fabric. No
sand would get caught in the seams of their nonexistent swim suits.
Afterwards their skin would be coated with a fine mist of water
droplets and then they'd be dry; no sagging wet suit to worry about or
have to change out of.
"Where are your clothes, Mark?" his friend Marco would tease him. "Did the tide come in and soak them?"
"Oh, shut up," Mark would reply.
"You're just jealous," Marco would retort.
Jealous he was. His parents would never strip him. He knew that for
sure. In fact, until a year ago he really hadn't given it much thought
himself. Sure, he had some naked classmates, even a few friends, like
Marco, who were stripped. He just considered it a normal part of life.
Different families had different attitudes. His parents didn't believe
in stripping.
"Some things are meant to be private," his mother would state flatly.
"But, you know I go to school with stripped kids," Mark would remind her.
"I'm not responsible for those kids, but I'm responsible for you." That
was the final word on the subject and Mark didn't argue.
It
was only in the last year that he'd started to feel like going nude
himself. He didn't dare try it at school or on the beach or anywhere
else public. The sensors would catch him in a moment. The police would
be called and they in turn would call his parents. He'd heard of kids
who had forced their parents’ hands by stripping in public. The parents
would face the choice of a big fine or stripping the kid on the spot.
Most parents chose the latter. Mark knew his parents would pay the
fine, and he'd get hell for it at home.
Instead he tried
being "accidentally" naked at home. He stepped out of the shower, wiped
the steam off of the full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom
door and postured himself first one way and then the other. His dick
started to rise from the excitement of his own thoughts. Puberty had
done wonders for his body and Mark was feeling frisky. He wanted to
stride out into the open air and enjoy the feelings: new muscles,
bigger balls, longer dick, curling hairs along his arms and legs and a
nice trail down his abdomen to his pubic zone. Feeling bold he opened
the door and stepped across the hall to his bedroom. He stayed naked
and left the door to his room open. He was wondering if he should
wander casually out into the family room when his mother called him.
"For goodness sake, Mark. Get dressed already. Dinner is ready."
He reluctantly pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He left off
the underwear just to spite his mother, even though she probably
wouldn’t notice. It felt good to be naked, even if it was under his
clothing. That night he slept nude and couldn’t believe he’d never
tried it before. The next morning when he dressed for school he left
off the underwear. For some reason he still felt that he should
continue to drop underwear into the dirty clothes basket. Maybe he
should start doing his own laundry.
“You know,” Marco said to
him one day when they were at the beach. “You don’t have to wear a
bathing suit when you’re in the water. There aren’t any sensors out
there.” His friend gestured broadly at the expanse of the Atlantic
Ocean. “I mean, you could even step out of the waves and say that a
shark ate your trunks.”
Mark didn’t think it was that funny.
“Alright, suit yourself,” Marco giggled. “Get it . . . “
“I get it,” Mark grouched.
Still, the thought had been sparked, the seed planted. Maybe he could go naked where nobody would notice.
* * *
“We’re going to the store,” Mark’s dad announced.
“If you’re going out, can you leave a note on the table letting us
know,” his mother added. “Oh, and dinner is at 7:30. Please be home on
time.”
“Okay,” Mark replied.
With the house to
himself Mark decided to be daring. He stripped off his shorts and
T-shirt and opened the back door. For a moment he stood in the doorway,
wondering whether he dared go outside naked. It wasn’t as if the
neighbors could really see their back deck, so he stepped out and
turned on the outdoor shower. He’d never considered the oddity of
having an outdoor shower that his family only ever used to rinse sand
off their legs and feet. This time he took a full shower, washed his
hair and scrubbed his armpits. Turning off the tap he let the breeze
air dry his skin and felt the sun dappling through the lemon tree.
Their cat, Furry, wandered up the back walkway and rubbed against his
leg.
“Can you tell that I’m naked?” Mark asked the cat, “or maybe you don’t even care.”
Furry looked at the closed back door and meowed.
Mark let the cat in and put a scoop of dry food in her bowl. He poured
himself a bowl of milk and cereal and stood at the kitchen counter to
eat it. He did a cartwheel across the floor of the front room and
sprawled across the couch. It felt good to be naked. What if he just
walked out the door and never had to wear clothes again?
“Well, at least I can get used to not wearing clothes,” he informed
Furry. “Then if my parents do decide to strip me it won’t be such a
shock!”
Mark decided to do everything he needed to get done at
home, but to do it without clothes. He gathered his dirty clothes and
put them in the washing machine and set it to the standard wash cycle.
He cleaned his desktop and opened his laptop to check his homework
assignments for the next week. He read five pages in his biology
textbook and considered whether to do his Spanish homework or not. He
threw himself on the bed and jacked off until he spewed sperm
everywhere, then decided he should probably wash his bedsheets after
his clothes were in the dryer. Well, if he was going to wash his sheets
he might as well have one more jack off session first. He lay staring
up at the ceiling and then propelled himself off the bed to check on
his laundry. He made himself a sandwich and then went out on the deck
to feel the breeze on his body. He was in the kitchen playing with the
cat when he heard the front door open.
“Hi, Mark, we’re home.” His mother yelled. She did this every time she entered the house.
“This house is the size of a postage stamp,” Mark would say. “You don’t have to yell. I mean I can hear you coming in.”
“I’m just letting you know.” She would reply.
This time, however, Mark froze. The path from the kitchen to his room
went right through the front room. His parents were even now traversing
the four yards it would take them to get to the kitchen.
“He’s in here, honey,” his dad said.
“Oh, hi, I was just doing laundry,” Mark remarked in an overly casual voice.
“Why don’t you help your mother with the rest of the groceries,” said his dad.
“Um, okay, sure,” Mark stammered.
“There are three more bags to bring in from the car,” his mother told him.
Mark hesitated. She really meant for him to go out in the street this way? Maybe he should put something on first.
“I left the car open, Mark, can you get the bags now? Oh, and please lock the car afterwards.”
“Okay,” Mark mumbled. He stood looking up and down the street. The back
hatch was open and the grocery bags sat there waiting. Mark stepped out
into the full sun and with a flash of determination walked to the car.
This was going to be okay. There was nobody around anyway. He grasped
two of the bags and took them into the house and set them just inside
the door. He turned and walked out to the car, grabbed the last bag and
slammed the hatch closed.
“Mark! I didn’t know you’d been stripped. Congratulations! You’ve really grown into a very handsome young man!”
Mark turned around and stared at Ms. Chrissy, their 81 year old neighbor, as his dick slowly rose into a raging boner.
“That’s the nicest compliment any male has made to me in years,” Ms.
Chrissy remarked. “Tell your parents I’m so glad they decided to get
you out of those clothes.” She turned toward her own house while Mark
stood speechless. He couldn’t very well walk back in the house with a
full erection, so he just stood by the car.
“Is everything okay out here?” his dad asked, peering out the front door.
“Um . . . “
“Just bring the last bag in. I need your help putting all the groceries away.” His dad turned and went back inside.
Had his dad noticed his erection? It seemed impossible to miss, Mark
thought ruefully. He took one step at a time toward the house but all
too soon had reached the front door. He held the grocery bag in front
of himself and walked back to the kitchen. After ten minutes that felt
like an hour his penis drooped into a semblance of what should be a
flaccid state and Mark started to relax.
He and his dad finished putting away the groceries while his mother bustled in and out of the kitchen.
“I’ve put a summer supper out on the picnic table in the backyard.
Mark, could you just pull that large pitcher of ice tea out of the
‘fridge and bring it outside. I’ve got my hands full with this potato
salad.”
Mark stepped out onto the back deck, passed the shower
and saw the picnic table all set up for supper. Brightly checked red
and white table covering, tall frosted glasses for the ice tea, potato
salad, chips, and all sorts of fixings for sandwiches. The only
problem: the table was in full view of the neighboring yards and he was
stark naked.
“The ice tea, Mark! You don’t seem quite yourself
this evening,” his mother observed. “Were you alright while we were at
the store?”
You don’t notice I’m naked? Mark wondered.
“Why don’t you pour tea for everyone and I’ll move your laundry into the dryer,” his mother said, I’ll be right there.”
Mark went inside and got the pitcher of tea and stepped back out onto
the deck. He looked both ways. No one was in either of the neighboring
yards, and old Ms. Chrissy had already seen him fully naked. Mark moved
to the picnic table and started pouring the tea into each of the tall
glasses. He hoped to sit down and be at least partially concealed by
the checked table cloth.
His dad came around the house and
across the yard. “What a spread.” He said, surveying the picnic, “I’m
famished! Honey, can we eat now?”
His mom closed the dryer and
pushed the button to get it started. “I’ll be right there. Mark, I
forgot the ketchup, could you bring it out, please?”
Mark
looked around again, got up from the table and darted inside. It was
almost as if his mother was intentionally making him walk back and
forth now that he was naked. Why hadn’t he gotten dressed before they
got home from the store?
* * *
Mark looked out over the ocean and frowned.
“I’m going swimming,” his friend Marco announced, “are you getting out
of those things or not? Like I said, there’s no sensors in the water.”
“I still don’t think my parents want me naked.” Mark ruminated.
“If I don’t see your clothes does that make you naked?”
“Marco, you’re not making any sense at all,” Mark exclaimed. “I am wearing clothes!”
“I’ll make a bet with you. Take off your clothes everyday when you get
home and see what happens. If they don’t strip you within a week I’ll
eat my hat.”
“You don’t even wear a hat, Marco. But I’ll take you up on your bet.”
“That’s the spirit. Now can we please go swimming?”
Mark took a nervous look back across the beach toward the road and then
pulled off his shirt and pulled down his shorts. He’d stopped wearing
underwear so that was all it took to be naked. He ran into the water
and plunged under the first wave.
“I can’t believe I haven’t done this before,” he yelled over the crashing surf. “It feels amazing!”
By the time he got out he had no wish to put his clothes back on so he
and Marco trudged down the beach toward a more deserted area.
“I bet there are no sensors down here,” Marco observed. “They can’t have them everywhere.”
They climbed a rickety set of wooden stairs and crossed A1A into a
residential area of low slung concrete block homes and sagging
trailers.
“I know my way home from here,” Mark said. “See you tomorrow?”
“Remember, no clothes at home all week!”
“Buy a hat because you’re going to have to eat it,” Mark laughed.
It felt great to be naked outdoors with the breeze blowing on his bare
skin. Mark realized that Florida humidity was a lot more tolerable
without damp fabric clinging to his body. No wonder the original
Florida tribes wore so little! But the enjoyment slowly gave way to
anxiety the closer he got to home. In a last minute surge of bravado he
flung his shorts and t-shirt onto the roof of a worn down bungalow with
peeling blue paint. Panic followed this rash act. Mark stood rooted to
the spot, took a deep breath and then started trotting home. His mind
was rushing with explanations and excuses he could come up with to
explain why he was arriving home late, without clothes and totally
naked.
“Is that you?” his mother called as he pulled the front
door closed. This was his mother’s other habit. “What if it was a
robber instead,” he would tease his mother, “do you think he’d just
say, yeah, it’s me?”
“I’m just making sure,” his mother would reply.
“I’m home,” Mark yelled, thinking he’d veer into his room and pull on a
pair of shorts. But his mother emerged from the kitchen before he could
make his way across the front room.
“You’re back just in time.
Can you take a table cloth and some plates out to the picnic table?
I’ll bring the food out in just a second.”
His mother crossed the room and called his dad to dinner.
Mark shrugged and went into the kitchen to grab a cloth and some dishes
to set the table. Once again they were outside in the long lingering
light of evening enjoying a picnic supper in full view of the neighbors.
It’s like they don’t even notice, thought Mark.
* * *
“Good morning, mom.” Mark walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep
out of his eyes. Summer was great. No need to get up at some
ridiculously early hour, trudge down the road, wait for the bus, sit in
class all day. Repeat the next day.
“Morning sleepyhead,”
his mother responded. It was only as she reached over to give him a
kiss and tousle his hair that Mark realized he’d forgotten to put on
shorts or pajamas after sleeping naked all night. “I’ve got pancake
batter all ready for you, honey. Do you want milk or orange juice?”
“Um, milk, I guess.” Again, it was as if his mother didn’t even notice.
Mark wolfed down his breakfast, splashed water on his face and then
remembered that his swimsuit was on someone’s roof. Oh well, guess I’ll
go to the beach naked, he thought.
“See you later, mom.”
“I want you home by supper, okay?” his mom called out.
Mark yelled “okay” as he sauntered out the door and headed toward the
ocean. He took what he called the back way to the beach, avoiding the
main thoroughfares and commercial streets. He caught a glimpse of a
police car up ahead and hid behind a bush until it passed by. Just what
he didn’t need. Officer Taylor knew well enough that Mark’s parents
would not have stripped him. He probably wouldn’t even scan to check,
just call his parents and give him a lecture while waiting for them to
show up. The car rolled out of sight and Mark continued his trek to the
beach.
“Hey, Marco!”
“Whoa, that’s more like it!” Marco responded.
“Yeah, like I don’t even own a swimsuit anymore,” Mark explained. “Threw it on a roof and had to get home starkers.”
“Alright! You won’t believe what I got.” Marco led Mark down the beach
a bit and gestured grandly. Two bright yellow surf boards were standing
upright in the sand. “Ours,” Marco exclaimed.
“What? How?”
“You know Francie, at the Surf Stop? They don’t want this model anymore and said we could have them!”
“For real?”
“Sure thing. Evidently they need some scraping down and new wax and all, but we got ourselves our very own boards.”
“Naked swimming. Now naked surfing. You really got me changing up my life!” Mark exclaimed.
“Only six more days, I’m telling you. You’ll be officially stripped and then you won’t have to worry any more.”
“Am I worrying?” Mark asked.
“Yeah, a bit. Bet you walked here some weird roundabout way, didn’t you?”
Mark nodded and then shook himself out. “Let’s go surfing!”
Time is different out on the water, waiting for waves, and it seemed
like the the sun dipped down towards the horizon way too soon.
“Mom says I better not be late,” Mark said. “Hey, wanna come for supper?”
“If you’re willing to walk past my house on the way, I just need to let my folks know where I’m at.”
Mark hesitated.
“Worried about those sensors again, huh?” Marco teased. “What’s the
worst that can happen? You know what they do to boys who aren’t
stripped. You’ll get a shot in the rear, a boner that won’t go down for
24 hours and then you’ll be stripped.”
“You don’t know my parents.”
Marco shrugged. “Come on, let’s walk by my house.”
The two boys sauntered down the street, bright yellow surf boards on
their heads. A day of sun had warmed their bodies and evidently made
their dicks happy and partially erect. Marco, of course, had no tan
lines and Mark’s paler spots were starting to fill in.
“Hey,
mom,” Marco opened the door and called out. “We’re leaving these surf
boards by the front door and going over to Mark’s house for supper.”
Marco’s mother emerged from the back of the house. “Oh, hi, Mark, I
haven’t seen you in ages. You’re becoming a very handsome young man!”
After a few more pleasantries, the boys left the surf boards at Mark’s house and continued on their way.
“Maybe they’ll strip you tonight,” Marco suggested.
“No way!” Mark said, “it’s as if they don’t even notice I’m naked. It’s uncanny.”
Mark pulled open the screen door and warned his friend. “Don’t slam the door, Marco. My mom hates it.”
“I brought Marco over for supper, Mom!”
Mark’s mother came bustling out of the kitchen. “It’s great to see you
Marco. You’re always welcome. We’re eating out back these days. Summer
weather, you know, and an ocean breeze. I love that all over tan. You
look great.”
Marco cast a mischievous look at Mark. “Yeah, just one of the many benefits of being stripped.”
“Well, dinner is all ready so why don’t you boys wash up and help me carry it out to the picnic table.”
* * *
The boys were up bright and early, eager to catch the morning waves,
but at the first intersection Mark stood rooted to the spot.
“Come on, Mark, we gotta go past my house to get the boards.”
“Yeah, just wondering. You wouldn’t mind carrying both of them, would you. I mean, I could meet you part way?”
“You still worrying about those sensors. Get with it, man.”
“I was actually more worried about running into Officer Taylor.”
“Well, I’m not carrying two boards, so are you coming with me to my house or not?”
Mark thought for a moment, shrugged and then turned decisively in the direction of Marco’s house.
“It’s only two weeks until school starts. We’ve got to get in as many days of beach and surfing as we can.”
Mark trotted alongside his friend and nodded. He noticed the squad car crossing the road a few blocks away.
“Do you hear me?” Marco prodded.
“Yeah, sure,” Mark replied.
“Forget the cop,” Marco pleaded. “He doesn’t care.”
Marco was right, Mark thought. Two weeks of summer. Being naked in the
open air. Feeling the sun and the rain. Swimming, surfing. Two weeks
and then school would start and everything would be different.
* * *
The boys got into a routine. They’d stay at either Marco or Mark’s
house, wake up early and head to the beach. They got better at catching
waves, but also at the patience required to wait for a good run of
breakers. They would show up sun tanned and famished and wolf down
whatever food their parents laid out.
Mark still wondered
why his parents never mentioned his constant nudity. Mentally he
counted down the days until school would start.
“Only two days, Marco.”
“We got to pack it in, Mark.”
They stayed out longer than usual, the rays of the sun slanting low
over the town, pink and orange highlights hitting the clouds overhead
as the sun set in the west far on the other side of Florida. Mark
always imagined that the sun was actually setting over on the Gulf of
Mexico and the light rays were slanting up and bouncing off the clouds
overhead on the Atlantic side where they were. Perhaps the physics
didn’t actually work that way. He’d never charted it out with a map and
the arc of the earth to see if it were mathematically possible. Still,
he enjoyed the sensation of being connected all the way across the
peninsula.
“Your mom’s going to be worried,” Marco said. “We better get home soon.”
“The boys rode the last wave in and slogged across the sand. The two
walked down the deserted streets, yellow boards over their heads.
Stripped Florida boys are often kept erect by the pills their parents
dole out. But in this case it was the more natural effect of salt and
sun that hardened their dicks and made them happy to be alive.
After awhile Mark became aware of the police car that was slowly
keeping pace with them. He looked to the side and met eyes with Officer
Taylor. He came to a stop and the squad car stopped right alongside
them.
“Evening boys, headed home are you?”
“That’s right, Officer Taylor,” Mark answered nervously.
“School’s starting day after tomorrow,” the cop observed.
Marco and Mark nodded. They were all too aware that their lazy days were coming to an end.
“Figured we might as well get it taken care of,” Officer Taylor said.
He got out of the car and gestured to Mark to put the surfboard down.
The cop opened the trunk of the car and rummaged around for a moment.
“Just lean up against the vehicle, Mark. It won’t take but a minute.”
Mark was confused but complied with the request. The injection went
straight into his left buttock before he even had a chance to realize
what was happening.
“That’s the nice way to do it,” the cop
said. “I thought I’d do you a favor. When you’re all relaxed like that
there is less bruising. I’m putting the chip behind your ear. You’re
stripped now. You’ll be nice and hard for the next 48 hours. Just don’t
forget and put any clothes on. The sensors’ll catch you in a moment.
You boys have a nice evening.”
Officer Taylor got into the car and slowly cruised down the street.
* * *
“Mom, Dad,” Mark called out as soon as he and Marco stepped into the
house. “I just got stripped. I thought you had to give permission or
something like that. A cop can’t just strip me can he?”
“Mom’s
outside. We figured you boys would stay out a bit later than usual,
what with school about to start, but we should eat before the mosquitos
get bad.”
“Mom,” Mark broached the subject again. “How could Officer Taylor just pull up and give me the shot and all?”
“What did you expect to happen, honey, walking down the street without any clothes on? You know the law as well as I do.”
“But I’ve been naked every day, or have you not noticed?”
“It’s been weeks, honey,” his Mom laughed. “Surely you weren’t concerned about being caught naked in public?”
“Um, no, I guess not, but…” Mark looked back and forth between his two
parents with such a perplexed look that finally Marco just burst out
laughing.
“I guess I don’t have to eat no hat,” he laughed. “I
made a bet with Mark that you’d strip him. He was sure you wouldn’t and
that I’d have to eat my hat. I don’t even own a hat, by the way.”
“We made an agreement with Officer Taylor,” Mark’s dad explained. “He
said he’s look the other way for a few weeks, but that eventually he’d
have to pull over and give you the shot. You stripped yourself, and
just in time for school to start.”
“School?” Mark exclaimed. “I thought I was just having a naked summer. I never planned to go to school this way.”
His mother shrugged.
“I mean,” Mark persisted, “I thought you didn’t believe in stripping, some things are private, and all that?”
“In the end it isn’t all about what we believe,” Mark’s dad explained. “You’re growing up and you made your own decision.”
“What’s that Officer Taylor said about the shot lasting 48 hours?”
Marco wondered. “That means you’ll be hard on the first day of school.”
* * *