Alex Chang Chapter 5

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 5

It turned out that Mom and Dad had bigger plans for the bathroom. In order to save time once school started (or at least that’s what they told us), they had a contractor break down the wall between the bathroom and the laundry room, which was now only getting as third as much use. They were planning to add a second toilet to the combined laundry/bathroom, and get a bigger tub that could fit all four of us at once.

In the meantime, we took our showers with a hose in the back yard. I was rinsing off Jesse when Mom came out on the patio and waved me over.

“You got an email from the swim coach, the tryouts are next week.”

The next Monday I reported to the school pool. As instructed, I hadn’t taken the pills that day and I was totally soft, at least until I saw Jennie. I didn’t have time to get fully hard though, as the coach ordered us into the pool immediately. The tryout itself went well, and by the time it had ended I was pretty sure I’d made the team. I was also too tired to think about sex, even with Jennie, which meant it was the perfect time to have an actual conversation with her without my dick getting in the way.

I offered to walk her home and she accepted. “You’re not excited to see me as you usually are,” she remarked.

“It’s the cold water, and not being on the pills. Actually, it’s kind of nice for a change.”

“You don’t like being hard all the time?”

“I mean, for the most part I do, but it’s nice to relax every once in a while.”

“I guess it would be. What do you think school will be like this year?”

“I guess after the first few days everyone will get used to it. It’ll be nice not to have to wear those uniforms, though.”

“Yeah.”

We talked about school until we got to Jennie’s house. She invited me inside for a drink. Leah was in the kitchen.

“Oh, hi Alex,” she said, a little too chipperly, “Jennie will you tell Mom I have a date?”

“Sure.”

Leah left, and Jennie got a jug of lemonade out of the fridge.

“What’s she so happy about?” I asked, once I was sure she was out of earshot.

“Oh, she’s been trying to get me to go out with you ever since that board meeting.”

“Does she know about work?”

“Yes, but she says that’s ‘just fucking,’ if I want to hold onto you I have to get you to ask me out on an old-fashioned date. Otherwise you’ll ask some other girl to Homecoming and I’ll be home alone sobbing into my mirror.”

“You know, I do have disposable income now. Are you busy Friday?”

“I don’t have anything after work. You want to make it a sleepover?”

“My place or yours?”

“Yours. I want to see you and your brothers in action.”

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