Alex Chang Chapter 3

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 3

One thing I found out about the pills was that they lowered whatever inhibitions I had had regarding incest, which is why Wednesday morning found me impaling Jason on my engorged cock.

“Alex, phone for you!” Mom called up from the living room.

“Unngh….Who is it?”

“Bobby Smith.”

“Can you tell him to wait a second?”

I was still on a double dose of the pills, and would be until the end of the week, according to Mom, so it really only took a second. I ran downstairs and picked up the phone.

“Hey.”

“My Dad’s ready to get me stripped. You want to come over?”

“Sure thing, I just gotta shower first.”

Jason and I shared the shower, which naturally lead to another round of sex. When we’d finished Mom was waiting by the front door with the car keys.

“This should be fun,” she remarked.

When we got to the parsonage Bobby was waiting in the yard, with his father and David. The boys were both wearing shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. David looked apprehensive, but Bobby looked more excited.

“I figured we could share a car,” Reverend Smith remarked. The four of us clambered into the back of the Smith’s minivan, and we drove to Jimenez Body Art, the town’s lone tattoo and piercing parlor. It had opened right after the Stripped for Florida law passed, presumably in the hopes that all the newly stripped kids would rush out to get body mods, but we were the first newly stripped kids to materialize.

While Reverend Smith took care of the formalities of stripping his sons, I took my turn with the tattoo artist. He pulled out a stencil of the school-approved design and began marking it on my chest.

“I’m going to use a special fast-drying ink,” he explained, “so you can get it wet as soon as you want, but you’ll still want to put lotion on it for a few days, and avoid getting sunburned.”

I forced myself not to flinch as the needle began digging into my skin, and watched, fascinated, as he filled in the outline of the stencil in black ink. I forgot everything, even my own arousal, until he stood up and announced “all done.”

I got up and admired his handiwork in the mirror.

“You want any piercings while you’re here?” the woman behind the counter asked, “Nipples, foreskin? We’ve also just got a shipment of disciplinary implements the parents might be interested in.”

I glanced at the rings marked ‘penile’ and then at Mom. She had the look in her eye she always gets before I end up doing something I really don’t want to, like the time I was the talking lamb in the Easter play.

“Um…just the ears is fine.”

She pierced my ears while the tattoo artists were finishing up Bobby and David. They both decided to get earrings too.

As our parents were paying, the owner, Travis Jimenez, approached us.

“Hey, how’d you kids like a job for the summer?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We want someone to model those tattoos, so we get as much of the school business is possible. You’d just need to sit in the store window 10 hours a week and wave at people as they walk by, especially people who go to St. Richard’s. We’d pay the minimum wage.”

I did the math in my head. That was enough to finance any activities I had planned for the summer, with more than enough left over to carry me into the school year.

“That sounds great.”

“Can you start tomorrow?”

“No problem!”

After getting all the paperwork for our new jobs taken care of, we all went out for lunch. My dick was really bothering me, and I could tell Bobby’s was too, even though he was only on the regular dose of the pills. It didn’t help that there was another stripped kid at a nearby table. He had on one of those cock rings that your parents can control. His parents switched it on while we were waiting to order.

The boy gripped the table and grunted as the cock ring went to work. After a few minutes, without him ever touching his own penis, the boy ejaculated onto the floor.

“Wow, I didn’t realize they let you cum in a restaurant.” I remarked.

“You can cum just about anywhere except school and church, and on the carpet” Mom added as an afterthought, “actually, why don’t you boys take care of yourselves now. I’m sure you must need to.”

Bobby needed no second invitation. He instantly reached under the table and grabbed my throbbing cock. He was circumcised, so I spat on my hand to lubricate it before returning the favor. David and Jason both started taking care of themselves. Within five minutes we had all cum, Bobby and I onto our stomachs and either Jason or David onto my leg.

Bobby and I got up to wash the cum off, and incidentally to take advantage of the opportunity to use the bathroom.

“So,” Bobby asked me, “do you think you’d ever want to go out with a guy?”

“I don’t know, I’m still more into girls.” Bobby’s face fell somewhat. “But we can still hook up.”

Bobby’s face brightened again. “Cool.”

(The End)