Dalton and Ethan Chapter 3

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 3: The First Day of School

Ethan

I was slightly nervous as I walked to the bus stop. It was my first day in a new school and I was worried about fitting in. I haven’t actually met any kids here, I thought, just ogled the naked ones. At least there won’t be any stripped kids in my classes.

When the bus pulled up, I got on and sat down by myself. I looked out the window as the bus went to its other stops. Apparently, I was one of the first stops on the route. The bus slowly filled up, before coming to its final stop outside a trailer park. Three kids got on, and I immediately noticed that two of them were naked. Judging by the boy’s massive erection, they must have been stripped.

Of course, I thought to myself, the only two stripped kids in the county and they end up on my bus route.

To make matters worse, the naked boy sat down next to me. I moved my backpack onto my lap, hoping to cover my own erection.

“Hi, I’m Dalton,” he said, “you new here?”

“Uhhh…yeah, actually. My name’s Ethan, I just moved here from California.”

“Cool, I always wanted to go to California.”

Should I bring up the fact that he’s stripped? I decided to play it cool and not say anything, but the guy in the seat in front of us had other ideas. He turned around and stared at Dalton.

“Hey, Dalton, when did you get stripped?”

“Couple of weeks ago. My mom decided she didn’t want to spring for new clothes.”

“Sucks to be poor, I guess. Are you still trying out for track?”

“If the coach would let me, I’d have to run barefoot.”

“So you can’t wear any clothes at all?”

“Jewelry, but that’s it, and nothing covering my dick.”

“Dude, that blows!”

“You get used to it after a while.” As they kept talking, I studied Dalton more closely. His shaggy blond hair hung down to his shoulders, and his skin was evenly tanned. He must have spent a lot of time outdoors since being stripped. The bus pulled up to the school and everybody got out. I pulled out my schedule to figure out where I was supposed to go, and Dalton looked over my shoulder.

“You got Mr. Carey for homeroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

“Do you know where his room is?”

“Yeah, follow me.”

We made our way through the halls. I noticed that people kept turning around to stare at Dalton. A few of them made sarcastic remarks about the “nudist” as we passed.

“Do people do this to you everywhere?” I asked him.

“Pretty much,” he sighed.

We sat down just before the bell rang. Mr. Carey actually turned out to be a pretty cool teacher. We had different second periods but met again in gym class. Everyone except for Dalton got a p.e. uniform, but the coach announced that since we had a stripped kid in our class, we would have to go barefoot for safety. This resulted in widespread groans, and a few kids turned around to fix Dalton with dirty looks before reluctantly pulling off their shoes and socks. We filed into the locker room and changed into our uniforms, and then coach had us run laps around the track for the rest of class. My feet really hurt. I didn’t really see why we all had to be barefoot just to run, but I didn’t want to say anything. Dalton was already getting enough crap from the rest of the class.

The teasing stopped when they realized that, even without any shoes on, Dalton could run really fast. He lapped me a couple of times and then slowed down to talk to me.

“How are you doing?”

“Not as well as you,” I puffed.

“It takes a while for your feet to get used to it.”

“You’re telling me.” I noticed he was still erect, “How the hell does that thing stay hard?”

“It’s these pills they’ve got me on. They’re guaranteed to keep an erection going all day and all night.”

Just then, the coach blew the whistle and we all headed back to the locker rooms. I noticed that Dalton was the only one to take a shower. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to shower, being naked with a bunch of other guys might have lead to an awkward situation. Dalton invited me to eat lunch with him and a few of his friends. They all seemed pretty nice, and I was grateful to have someone to eat with. Getting to look at Dalton’s nude body wasn’t bad either, although I tried to be discreet. After lunch, I went to my last class of the day, which seemed to drag on for hours. Finally, the bell rang and I walked out to the busses. Dalton was already there and I sat down next to him, once again covering my erection with my backpack.

The first thing I did when I got home was masturbate to the image of Dalton’s massive erect cock that was now burned into my memory. When I’d finished, I cleaned up and did my homework.

Dad got home around six and we made dinner together.

“How was your first day of school?” he asked.

“There was a stripped kid in a couple of my classes.”

“Really? I didn’t think there were any this far north.”

“He and his sister are the only stripped kids in the county.” I suddenly realized that Dad might be interested in how I’d found that out. “At least that’s what he told me.”

“Hmmm… you’ll have to have him over some time. The guys from my work might be interested in meeting him.”

(The End)