Alex Chang Chapter 2

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 2

The headmaster had instructed us to keep quiet about the new school uniforms, so we were delaying getting stripped until the official notice was sent out. Naturally, I was somewhat impatient about this and had already started going naked around the house.

The notice finally came the second Sunday in June. For some reason they sent the email out overnight. Mom had it open when I came downstairs for breakfast, dressed in my church clothes.

“Come look at this,” Mom said.

I bent over and read the message on the screen:

“Dear St. Richard’s Families,

Effective the beginning of next year, St. Richard’s Preparatory School will be adopting a new school-wide clothing policy. All students must be Stripped for Florida by the first day of school, and will be naked at all times. Upper School students will be asked to obtain a tattoo on the left hand side of their chest matching the design in the attached file. Lower School students may obtain a temporary version of the tattoo if their parents so desire. We are also modifying the school’s policies so that students may obtain additional tattoos, piercings, or other bodily modifications provided that they are in good taste. However, we do ask that parents not install devices that will cause their children to orgasm during school hours, as this would distract from the learning process.

May God bless you, and have a safe and happy summer.

Sincerely,

Dr. Reginald Green”

I looked at mom, and then at my button-down shirt. “I guess I won’t be needing this anymore.”

“Not so fast.”

“What do you mean? We’ve got plenty of time to get stripped before church.”

“Yes but your younger brothers don’t know about it yet. I want to surprise them.”

“Ohhh…”

We waited for everyone to assemble, attired in their Sunday best, to start eating breakfast. Jason and I exchanged knowing glances over our cereal while Sam and Jesse ate in total oblivion. We filed into the car and then drove off. It took Sam a little while to realize we weren’t headed to church.

“Where are we going?”

“We have to run a quick errand,” Mom replied.

After a few minutes we pulled up at the nearest Publix. I noticed Dad pull out his phone, presumably to start taking video, as we followed Mom inside and two the customer service counter.

“How can I help you ma’am?”

“I’d like four QS’ and three bottles of the pills, please.”

Sam finally realized that something was wrong “What!?”

“I’m having the four of you stripped.”

“But Mom, I can’t….”

“No buts. And I want to see the four of your butts out of those pants by the time I get these forms signed.”

Jason and I readily complied, as did Jesse, who before we could get our shoes untied was waving his briefs in the air and whooping with the glee only a six year old can muster. Sam just stood there sulking. I could tell he wanted to protest more vehemently, but didn’t want to make a public scene that was beneath the dignity of a rising fifth grader.

Mom turned around. “Sam, I don’t see your butt.”

He looked at the ground and didn’t say anything.

“Jason, Alex, help your brother out of his clothing please.”

Before Sam could react, Jason tackled him and pinned down his shoulders. I took the other end and pulled off his shoes and socks.

“Jesse, you want to help?” I asked.

“Yeah!”

“Then come over here and tickle Sam’s feet.” Jesse proceeded to do just that, causing Sam to turn over while trying to wriggle out of the way. That gave Jason the opportunity to pull off his polo shirt and then yank him to his feet, his arms pinned behind his back. I undid Sam’s belt and then delivered the coup de grace, yanking down his pants and underwear in one motion.

Sam gave everyone a dirty look, but didn’t protest when Mom handed him the pills and complimentary glass of water. She did the same for Jason and I, and we dutifully swallowed them, even though I noticed there were four of them instead of the usual two.

By the time we actually got to church we were all three suffering. Sam’s erection didn’t distract him from his wounded dignity.

“I’m not getting out like this,” he announced.

“Yes you are.”

“But everybody will see me naked!”

“Honey, everybody’s going to see you naked for the next 11 years, and that’s if we don’t decide to spring for the Stripped for Life chip.”

“But Mo-oooom!”

Mom turned around and eyed Sam’s erection. “I think you’re just grumpy because you haven’t gotten off yet. Jason, why don’t you help him out?”

Jason complied, taking Sam’s dick in his hand and stroking. I unbuckled Sam’s seatbelt as he started to protest.

“Jason, stop it! That’s gross, no…no…nooooooo.” His outrage was lost in the convulsions of a dry orgasm, giving us the opportunity to pull him out of the car.

I followed Jason to Sunday school. Since it was the first Sunday of summer vacation, it was also the day I moved up to the high school class.

After explaining to all our friends in the class why we were suddenly naked, Jason and I sat down next to two boys we didn’t recognize. They must have been new, and they looked like brothers.

“Hi, I’m Alex, and this is my brother Jason.”

“I’m Bobby,” the taller one spoke up, his big brown eyes widening as he took us in. Despite having always considered myself straight, I couldn’t help thinking he was kind of cute, although it might have just been because of the pills. By that point even Jason was starting to look cute.

“I’m David,” the shorter of the two said.

“You guys new here?”

“Yeah, our Dad’s the new minister.”

I had forgotten that Reverend Ortega was finally retiring that Sunday. In all honesty I was so used to a septuagenarian minister that I hadn’t expected his replacement to have kids my age.

“Oh, where are you guys going to school?”

“We’re going to be freshmen at St. Richard’s.”

“Cool, I’m gonna be a freshman there too. Jason’s a sophomore.”

“Neat. Wait, Dad said they have a uniform. So how can you be…”

“They just changed it.”

“You mean everyone has to…”

“Yep.”

“Then we’ll be…”

“I guess so.”

“Wow.”

They both remained silent through the Sunday School lesson. By the time it was over I knew I was going to have to take care of myself.

“I’m about to burst.” I whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jason responded.

“Wait, let me help.” Bobby whispered.

“Huh?”

“Come on.”

He followed us both into the bathroom and then stood between us at the urinals. He took one cock in each hand and, after a few strokes we were both done for. I realized that I also had to go to the bathroom and took the opportunity once Bobby released my penis.

He was suddenly bashful. “You guys aren’t straight, are you?”

“I was until just now.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No, I want to do that again, actually, if your parents won’t mind.”

“Actually, they decided to take this parish so I could be gay without getting into trouble. They didn’t mention the part about getting stripped, though.”

“You and my brother will have a lot to commiserate about, then.”

Bobby washed his hands and Jason and I cleaned up with paper towels, and then we walked into the sanctuary. David and Bobby sat in the front pew and Jason and I found our family and took either side of a much-subdued Sam. By the first hymn, my erection was back at full force; by the sermon, my balls were aching, and by the benediction I was starting to feel woozy.

“Boy I’ll be glad to get home so I can take care of this,” I told Jason, taking no notice of the crowd staring at us (we were actually some of the first kids in Sybelia to get stripped).

“Don’t you remember the church picnic today?” Dad asked “They announced it just now.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t paying attention. All I can think about is my di…uh, member.”

We got in line to greet the new minister and his family. My jaw clenched as I forced myself not to grab my dick, which was now dripping pre-cum.

“Are you sure we were supposed to take four pills?” Jason asked as we approached Reverend Smith.

“Actually, they say to put your sons on a double dose when you first strip them, it gets them focused on something other than being naked” Dad said, with a significant glance at Sam, who was doing a strange version of the ‘I have to pee’ dance.

“It’s sure keeping me from being shy,” I grunted, “I have half a mind to take care of myself right here.”

“Can I help?” Bobby asked. In my torment I hadn’t noticed that we had reached the front of the receiving line.

“Not in that suit you can’t,” his mother cut in, “it’s dry clean only.”

“But we’re going to have to get stripped for school next year anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Honey, that’s not how Stripped for Florida works.”

“Actually,” Reverend Smith said, “I checked my email this morning and they are requiring all students at St. Richard’s to be stripped next year, instead of having uniforms. I was going to get the boys taken care of sometime this week once we’ve gotten settled in a bit.”

“But you still can’t greet people covered in semen, Florida or no.”

“Speaking of which,” my Dad noted, “we’re holding up the line.”

We started walking towards the food and Mom turned around. “Ok, you boys can masturbate now.”

“Really?”

“Part of the goal of Stripped For Florida is to make you kids less modest. I just didn’t want you spraying on anyone in line.”

I didn’t need any second invitation. It turned into a bit of a contest between me and Jason to see who could shoot farther and I won, although only by a hair. When we’d gotten our food Jason and I found Leah Eller and her sister Jennie, upon whom I’d had a crush since seventh grade.

“I guess your mom doesn’t waste any time,” she remarked.

“No kidding, you guys ought to see what’s holding your parents up.”

“I think they want to surprise us. I wouldn’t be surprised if my clothes were gone the next time I took a shower.”

“Doesn’t that kind of defeat the purpose?” She giggled at that remark.

Just then Bobby sat down next to us. I guess the receiving line had finally petered out. Even though he was obviously staring at me he hit it off with everyone, and we ended up agreeing to get our tattoos together.

Finally, the picnic wound down and Mom collected us for the trip home. She heartily approved when we told her about our plans, and I think she was at least somewhat intrigued by Bobby’s evident interest in me.

(The End)