Dalton and Ethan Chapter 8

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 8: Girl Problems

Dalton

When I on the school bus the next Monday, Ethan told me that Aaron Campbell had been stripped. It turned out that Sarah Navarro and Julia O’Neill had been too. The excitement around that made people pay less attention to me, and I was able to have an uninterrupted conversation with Ethan for the first time since the first meet.

“So who do you think the next kid to get stripped is?”

“I dunno, I just hope it isn’t me.”

“You think your dad would strip you?”

“He’s brought it up a couple of times.”

It would be hot, I thought to myself.

That afternoon, I had to do a photoshoot. The local costume store was running a Halloween promotion where they stripped any kid that bought a body paint costume, and they paid me $500 to be the model for their ads. I was shown into the back room, where a woman started painting me with a tiger costume.

She was young, maybe about 20, and kept flirting with me as she applied the paint, especially when she got to my junk. Any other guy my age would have killed to be in that position, but for me it was just awkward. I had to keep pretending to flirt back with her.

Actually this was happening to me a lot lately, I had become something of a local celebrity through my running and every girl in town seemed eager to get a piece of me. I had to spend more and more of my time acting interested in my ‘admirers.’ The only upside was that my pill-induced erection kept me from giving away my lack of enthusiasm. Still, eventually people would notice that I wasn’t going any farther and I didn’t know what I was going to do then.

After the costume dried they took pictures of me posing, then sponged the paint off and gave me a towel to dry myself with. We repeated the process with me as Spider-Man and a skeleton, and then I collected my paycheck and went home.

After my race that Saturday, I slept over at Ethan’s house. We had sex by the pool and again a few hours later in Ethan’s bed. Afterwards we cuddled up to one another under the covers.

Ethan ran a finger lazily down my body. “I like getting to spend time with you, at school it feels like I’m always having to fight the girls off.”

“I know, I’m worried they’ll get suspicious I don’t want to fuck any of them.”

“Do you think that’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know, I kind of just want to come out and get it over with, but then people would start to get suspicious of you.”

“What if you just had sex with a girl? I mean you’re hard anyway so it might work.”

“I’ve thought about it, but it grosses me out for some reason.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever thought about coming out? Then we wouldn’t have to worry about me outing you.”

“We couldn’t have sex if I did.”

“Oh, yeah. You aren’t supposed to have sex if you’re not stripped.”

“And I like having sex with you.” He bent over and took my penis in his mouth. We spent the rest of the night giving each other head and jacking off, until we finally fell asleep in a pile of sheets and cum.

We woke up late Sunday morning. We showered together, getting each other off one last time for the weekend, and went downstairs where Mr. Cohen had prepared brunch. I suddenly noticed I was starving and Ethan must have too, because we both piled our plates high with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

“I guess you boys worked up an appetite last night,” Mr. Cohen remarked.

“Yeah,” We both grinned.

“Ethan, be sure to get your sheets in the laundry.”

“Ok, Dad.”

We didn’t say much for the next few minutes as we wolfed down our breakfast. Ethan went upstairs to get dressed, and then we got in the car to drive me home. When we got to my house, Mr. Cohen talked to my mom in the trailer for a couple of hours while Ethan and I played basketball outside.

After Ethan left, mom called me into the living room.

“Mr. Cohen has another business proposition for us.”

“What is it?”

“Your races are getting such good ratings, they want to do a reality show about us.”

“Like Survivor?”

“No, they’d just follow you around with cameras.”

“That sounds like a pretty boring TV show.”

“But you’d be naked.”

“Oh, right. I don’t know if I want to do that, it’d be kind of weird.” How am I going to see Ethan with a bunch of cameras following me around?

She gave me The Look. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to. It’s too much money for us to pass up. “

“How much?”

“Four thousand dollars an episode.”

“That is a lot.”

“We could buy a house, I wouldn’t have to work nights. Besides, this could lead to a career for you.”

“Ok, I get the picture. There’s no way out of this for me, is there?”

“No. They’ll start filming at your next race.”

I sighed heavily and trudged off to my room.

“And I don’t want any attitude.”

(The End)