Dalton and Ethan Chapter 7

(a Stripped for Florida story)

By James Breitbart
jamesbreitbart@yahoo.com

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Chapter 7: The Spectators

Ethan

The next week at school Dalton found himself an overnight celebrity. In fact, I barely got a chance to talk to him without someone interrupting to ask for an autograph or to touch him. Dad was really excited too. The live broadcast had gotten great ratings, and they were hoping for even better ones for the next race. In fact, it had generated so much interest that several of my friends were planning to go watch it in person, and I got invited to go with them.

I really would have preferred to go with Dalton again, but I didn’t want to give the impression that we were suspiciously close. Aaron Campbell’s mom volunteered to take me, Sarah Navarro, and Julia O’Neill, along with Aaron and his little sister. The next race was in Fort Lauderdale, so Dad drove me to the Campbell’s house early in the morning. Everyone piled into Mrs. Campbell’s minivan and we drove to McDonald’s for breakfast, then down the highway towards Fort Lauderdale.

“So Dalton,” Mrs. Campbell asked, “why haven’t I met your mom yet?”

“Oh, umm, she died.”

“I’m sorry.”

Mrs. Campbell turned on the radio and then turned up the volume. It was playing the latest Dakota Maxwell song. Aaron rolled his eyes, but his sister started singing along, enthusiastically.

“Brooke, will you shut up?”

Mrs. Campbell recovered her equilibrium. “Aaron, be nice.”

He rolled his eyes again but didn’t say anything as she continued warbling.

When we got to the race track, I immediately noticed that the parking lot was a lot fuller than last time. It didn’t look like all the people were families of the runners, most of the kids weren’t stripped and there were even a fair number of adults without kids.

We got our tickets and sat down next to three high school girls who were all stripped and had painted the name Dan on their stomachs.

“Who’s Dan?” Brooke asked.

Aaron was about to say something, presumably berating her for annoying people, but before he could, one of the girls smiled at Brooke and answered her question.

“Dan Lindsey’s a friend of ours from school. We came out to cheer him on. Are you cheering for anyone.”

“My brother’s friend Dalton. I’ll bet he loses to your friend.”

“I don’t think they’re in the same age group,” Aaron interjected, “So where are you guys from?”

“Miami Beach.”

“Cool, are there a lot of stripped kids there?”

“Oh, yeah. A whole bunch of kids got stripped when it first started over the summer. Going to the beach is so much more fun without having to worry about a stupid bathing suit. What about where you live?”

“Actually, I think Dalton is the only stripped kid in our school. We live near Orlando so the beach isn’t as big a thing.”

“I think you should get stripped,” Brooke said, “That way Dalton wouldn’t be the only one.”

Aaron sighed heavily and pulled out his wallet. “Here’s five dollars, why don’t you see if there’s a concession stand.”

Suddenly glad to be an only child, I turned and pretended to be interested in the girls’ races while Aaron flirted with the stripped girls.

Dan had the first boys race and one of the girls pointed him out to us. He was a tall blond, fairly muscular but, in my opinion, not as good looking as Dalton. He came in a close fifth in the race.

The race had just finished when Brooke ran up to her mother. “Mom, there’s a stripping booth by the concession stand. Can we get Aaron stripped?”

“I don’t know about that, let me think about it.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaase. He’d look so funny with his thingy hanging out all the time.”

“Alright, Aaron, come with me.”

Aaron clearly didn’t want to go, but he couldn’t look whiny in front of the older girls, so he meekly followed his mother.

While they were gone, Dalton won his first and second races, with the six of us cheering him on loudly. A few minutes later Aaron returned, his dick was jutting out from his body and his face was a bright crimson, but he had a slightly disturbing smile on his face.

“Come here, Brooke,” Mrs. Campbell said, “I decided to strip you while we’re at it.”

Her face registered immediate shock, “But you can’t strip me, then everyone will see me naked.”

“You were fine with everyone seeing your brother naked.”

“NOOOOO!” Brooke threw herself on the ground and began to cry loudly. Mrs. Campbell looked around nervously.

“Ok, I won’t strip you. Just calm down.”

Aaron frowned, “That’s not fair…”

“I can’t just let her make a scene like this.”

“Fine,” Aaron sat down next to me, “Did I miss Dalton’s races?”

“Yeah.”

“Crap.”

We sat and watched the races for a few minutes until Aaron broke the silence.

“Christ, I had no idea that shot made you so horny.”

“They give you an extra dose when they first strip you,” one of the girls, I think her name was Meagan, explained, “it’s supposed to make reluctant boys not notice how embarrassed they are.”

“Well, it sure isn’t doing a very good job of that.”

“Let me help you.” She leaned over and started giving him a handjob.

“Is that better?”

“Yeah,” Aaron grinned and his bare toes curled around the bleacher in front of him. Sarah and Julia started watching them intently.

“Wow, I wish I could do that,” Julia said.

Meagan whispered “You’re not supposed to have sex with a stripped kid, but if no one finds out, then there isn’t any problem.”

Everyone giggled except for Aaron, who was too far gone to be paying any attention to us, and Brooke, who was mad that he was getting more attention the she was.

“Aaron may thank me for this yet,” Mrs. Campbell said.

Aaron couldn’t speak but nodded his agreement before cumming all over himself and Meagan.

“This is why it’s better to be stripped,” Meagan said, wiping the cum off with her hand “it comes right off skin.”

“Maybe we should get stripped,” Sarah said.

“That’d be awesome!” Aaron responded, and I enthusiastically agreed with him.

“I wish we could get you all three stripped now, but your parents have to come in person and with id,” Mrs. Campbell said.

That was a close call I thought to myself, I have to remember never to let her around Dad.

I watched Meagan teach Aaron how to give her head and finger her, assuming that if I were straight I would be interested in learning it for myself. Fortunately, she couldn’t offer me a turn because I wasn’t stripped.

On the way home, Aaron sat between Sarah and Julia. They gave him a couple of hand jobs each on the way and he managed to get his hands down their pants. I sat up front with Brooke, who made sure everyone knew she though the whole thing was “gross.”

By the time we got back to the Campbell’s, Aaron was exhausted and Sarah and Julia had cum all over their clothes.

“I don’t know what I’m going to tell your mothers,” Mrs. Campbell sighed, “those clothes are probably ruined.”

“We’ll just tell them to strip us,” Sarah responded, “that way it won’t matter.”

I really have to make sure Dad doesn’t hear about this.

As soon as he pulled into the driveway, I ran up to greet him and got in the car without giving him a chance to do more than say hello to Mrs. Campbell.

(The End)