Dalton and Ethan Chapter 6

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 6: Race Day

Dalton

After a heavy breakfast courtesy of Mr. Cohen and a 3 hour drive, we pulled up at the stadium where the first race was going to be. I was starting to get a little nervous, but I forgot all about that as soon as we got out of the car. The parking lot was full of families and kids who had come out to watch the race, and at least half of them were stripped. I had gotten used to people staring at me as the only naked boy in the county, but here I wouldn’t even attract a second glance. In fact, now I was the one staring at the variety of body modifications that were apparently popular with stripped kids down here. A lot of the boys had earrings or tattoos and some had gone really wild, with really elaborate tattoos and piercings on their nipples and junk. I realized that my dick wasn’t just hard from the pills.

I was brought back to earth by Ethan.

“Woah! Look at that kid!”

I turned to where Ethan was pointing and saw a boy about our age having what appeared to be a spontaneous orgasm.

Mr. Cohen noticed that we were entranced by the sight of his jizz spattering onto the pavement “Some parents give their kids piercings or butt plugs that vibrate and cause an orgasm. They can either be set to a timer or to a remote control that the parents keep.”

“Now I really don’t want to get stripped,” Ethan responded.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want you getting semen all over the carpet. You would look nice with some nipple rings though.”

Ethan crossed his arms as though to protect himself and we went inside. Mr. Cohen showed me to the staging area where I would wait for my race. I got my number applied to my back in grease paint and sat down. There were other kids in the tent with me but no one really talked. I think we were all a little nervous. They called kids a few at a time for their races.

After what seemed like an eternity, my name was called. I walked out onto the track, and smiled weakly at the tv camera. I took my place and waited for the starter’s pistol. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The pistol went off and I started running, forgetting everything but the asphalt under my bare feet and the wind across my naked body. I crossed the finish line and the crowd roared. Looking back I realized that I’d won the race.

I pumped my fist a couple of times for the cameras and then jogged to the medal stand, waving to the crowd as I went. Mr. Romero hung the medal around my neck and announced my prize: 500 dollars cash.

Elated, I went back to the tent for my next race. That time I came in second and won 250 dollars. I won my last race and another 500 dollars. I headed to the showers along with the other contestants. They were co-ed, since everyone was used to being seen naked by the opposite sex. With the steam and the lack of adult supervision, it quickly turned into a big orgy. I was worried someone would ask why I wasn’t joining in, so I washed quickly and left. Ethan and Mr. Cohen were waiting at the door. Ethan gave me a big hug before we realized we were in public.

“I figured we’d watch the rest of the events and then go out to dinner to celebrate,” Mr. Cohen said.

Ethan and I were both excited about that. When the meet was over, we drove to downtown Miami. Ethan and I stared out the window. In addition to the adults in clothes ranging from bathing suits to suits and dresses, there were hundreds of stripped kids; crowding the sidewalks, running in and out of tattoo shops and taking full advantage of the warm Miami evening. We parked and went inside the restaurant Mr. Cohen had selected. Unlike the last time I’d gone out to eat with Ethan, there were a ton of other stripped kids.

“I wish there were this many stripped kids in Polk County,” I remarked.

“How come?” Ethan asked.

“I dunno, it’s just kind of weird being the only naked kid everywhere I go. At school it doesn’t matter because everyone is used to it by now, but when we got out somewhere people always stare at me. It’s like I have three heads or something.”

“You won’t have to worry about that for much longer,” Mr. Cohen said, “more and more parents in the inland parts of the state are having their kids stripped for the psychological and monetary benefits. In fact, I’ve been thinking about stripping Ethan.”

Ethan’s eyes widened with fear: “What? I thought that was just Mr. Romero’s idea.”

“Well there are other advantages; not least that it would greatly simplify things between the two of you.”

I’m not so sure about that. I don’t know how I’d keep from staring at Ethan if he was naked all day.

My mind briefly wandered to an image of Ethan sitting next to me in class, stark naked and hard as a rock.

“But that’s a conversation for another time,” I heard Mr. Cohen say, “right now we should focus on celebrating Dalton’s success.”

The waitress showed us to our table and we sat down to a great dinner, enhanced somewhat by the stripped boys who would occasionally walk past our table. Between the excitement and strain of the race and my heavy meal, I was getting sleepy by the time we left the restaurant. I ended up falling asleep in the car. I woke up as we were exiting off the freeway, Ethan had gone to sleep too, resting his head on my shoulder.

(The End)