Dalton and Ethan Chapter 4

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 4: A Business Proposition

Dalton

The first couple of weeks of school had gone pretty well. People stopped commenting on my stripped state, and in time, it came to seem natural. I realized that it would probably feel weird to put on clothes again. I had also made some new friends, including Ethan Cohen, a new kid from California whom I’d met on the bus the first day of school. To be honest, I had a crush on him. I was actually glad that I had an erection all the time because I was sure that otherwise I’d get one every time I sat down next to him.

At the moment, he was following me out to the track. I’d gone out for the school’s track team and, despite the handicap of not being allowed to wear shoes, was pretty good at it. We separated at the gate, Ethan going to find his dad in the stands and I joining the rest of the team. After the coach’s pep talk, I went out to the starting line for my first race. I got into position, heard the starter’s pistol go off, and started running. My cock led the way as my bare feet pounded the asphalt. With a burst of speed, I pulled into first place and crossed the finish line to cheers from the crowd. As I walked back to my seat, I tried to find Ethan in the stands. He was sitting midway up, with his dad and a man I didn’t recognize. They were talking to each other, but Ethan was looking right at me. I waved and he waved back.

I had three more races that day, and by the end I was the top finisher of the whole meet. I was posing for pictures with Mom and Haley when Mr. Cohen and his friend walked up to my mother. Mr. Cohen introduced himself.

“Hi, Ms. Mcbride, I’m Dave Cohen, Ethan’s Dad, and this is my business associate Vic Romero. We have a business proposition that Dalton might be interested in and we’d like to discuss it with you.”

“Oh, I’m afraid we don’t have time right now.”

“Could we arrange to meet for dinner some time?”

“Let’s see, Thursday’s my night off.”

“Excellent, we’ll see you then.”

We drove home and I got in the shower while Mom went to work. As I had done every time since I got stripped and put on the pills, I took the opportunity to jerk off. Lately my fantasies had all been about Ethan, and this time was no different. I came, finished washing myself and toweled off before going into the living room, where Haley was waiting with dinner.

“So what’s this thing with your boyfriend’s Dad?”

I rolled my eyes; “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah right, you know I can hear you yelling his name over the shower.”

I blushed, “Uh…actually I didn’t.”

“You think he likes you back?”

“I dunno.”

She continued to ask me teasing questions all through dinner, so I went to my room to do my homework and get away from her.

The next day on the bus, I asked Ethan what the ‘business proposition’ was.

“I didn’t find out about it until yesterday,” he explained, “Mr. Romero is a producer for ESPN 8 and he wants to do a show about stripped athletes.”

“So they want to like, do a reality show about me?”

“Not like that. They’re going to get everyone on all the track teams in the league stripped and then televise the matches.”

“So the whole team is going to be stripped?”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

“Dude, you can’t let your dad do this. If the team gets stripped because of me, they’ll hate me.”

Ethan thought for a moment, “Yeah, I guess dad didn’t think about that. He’s under a lot of pressure at work. They want him to come up with ideas for TV shows about stripped kids, but this is the only thing he came up with that wouldn’t classify as child porn. I’ll talk to him when I get home and see if he can think of something else before Thursday. You know his boss wanted to have me stripped and turn it into a reality show.”

“Wow, that would really suck,” I responded. But I’d sure as hell watch it, I thought to myself, now I’m really glad I’m erect all the time.

Ethan

I spent all day in school trying to figure out what to say to Dad, when I wasn’t looking at Ethan, that is. When I got home, I performed my usual afternoon routine of masturbation followed by a shower and homework, then waited for Dad to get home.

“Can we talk?” I asked as soon as he got in the doorway.

“Sure, is it about Dalton?”

“Yeah, sort of. I told him about your business plan, and he doesn’t want to go through with it.”

Dad’s face grew concerned, “Why not?”

“He’s worried about getting the rest of the team stripped. They’ll be really upset and probably take it out on him.”

“They’ll get over it. Most stripped kids are perfectly happy with it after the initial shock wears off.”

“How do you know the parents will even let you strip their kids.”

“We’re planning to offer substantial scholarships and cash rewards to every kid who signs up.”

I knew that one of the biggest problems in television is getting the show in on budget, and saw my opening. “But wouldn’t it save money if Dalton was racing against other kids who were already stripped?”

“But there aren’t any other stripped kids in this county, Ethan.”

I tried to think fast, “You could race him against kids in other counties, like in South Florida.”

“That’s a good idea, Ethan. Tell you what, I’ll think it over tonight and bring it up with Vic in the morning.”

The next day was Thursday. I told Dalton what I had told Dad on the bus, and that he was going to discuss it with Mr. Romero. Dalton seemed really relieved.

After school, I got off the bus, jacked off, showered, and put on a dress shirt and a pair of khakis. The restaurant we were going to was pretty nice, although I figured they couldn’t be too formal if they would let Dalton in naked.

Dad and Mr. Romero dropped by to pick me up and we all drove to the restaurant, which was in Orlando. There weren’t a lot of other kids inside, and none of them were stripped. We waited in the lobby for Dalton. After a few minutes, he showed up with his mother. I noticed people turning around to stare at him as they entered the restaurant.

Does this happen everywhere he goes?

Dalton and I high-fived and the waiter seated us. Dad and Mr. Romero started explaining their idea to Ms. McBride. Instead of making the regular track meets stripped, they would recruit stripped kids from all over Florida to a track league and hold competitions on Saturday afternoons. They would be televised live and the winners would get pretty big cash prizes. There would be a tournament every year during summer and the winner in both the boys and girls divisions would get $50,000. Ms. McBride and Dalton both agreed to do it. Dad decided to have his office call track coaches along the coast and set up meetings with potential stripped runners.

(The End)