Adrian

Adrian 4

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ADRIAN

by Willie B Florida © all rights reserved
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ADRIAN PART FOUR

Riding to school naked was weird, but oddly enjoyable. Adrian was aware of his body in ways he'd never experienced before. It was fall and in Wisconsin that means it was nippy in the morning and just getting light. The bike tires made crackling noises on the leaves drifting into the street. His mom always warned him to ride on the sidewalk, but Adrian felt like he was too grown up to do that. Riding on the street was smoother and it made him feel like he was part of the stream of transportation headed out to important things. He'd expected a lot of honking and people yelling at him. Maybe it was the dark, maybe it was the backpack he wore on his bare back, maybe nobody was paying any attention at all -- or maybe people enjoyed seeing a lone naked boy pedaling to school. Whatever it was, Adrian made it to school feeling exhilarated and energized for the day. He locked his bike and strode up to the school building. His buddies stopped to talk, already accepting his new condition. There were fewer girls tittering around the front door, although he still felt their gazes. His penis twitched. Should he let himself get hard, he wondered. If everyone wanted him naked, wouldn't they just have to accept the full package? The bell rang and he put those thoughts on hold.

School was still school, and the periods dragged on. He struggled to stay awake through geography class and was glad that his last period was P.E. It made the day feel shorter because he'd be in the gym already when school let out and it was practice time. He shot a few hoops while he waited for the rest of the team to gather. One by one the boys showed up and joined the free throw line. Coach Simmons emerged from his office and blew his whistle.

"This is it," Adrian thought. He's going to strip the team.

"Boys, we have a big year ahead of us. I want us in top condition when we start the season in just three weeks. I'm dividing you up into four groups. Each group will have a leader. That person's job is to coordinate your drills. He has to pay special attention to the strengths and weaknesses of the group and divide up drill time accordingly. The groups will also give us a handy way to play practice games -- half court play to start with and then full court as you develop stamina."

The group leaders were named and the boys divided up. Adrian took charge of his group and got them working. Simmons made no mention of team captain, but being a group leader was enough to make Adrian feel his talents were being appreciated. He was the only nude player, but practice was tough and nobody gave him any grief.

When they were done the boys trouped into the showers. About that Simmons was adamant. "No team of mine is going home smelly. You take off your clothes and you shower properly with hot water and soap."

"Adrian's got the advantage there," laughed Collin, "he'll be in the showers first and out of the locker room first."

"Man, it's cold. Don't you freeze getting home?" Jamal asked.

"I don't know," Adrian answered honestly, "so far I've only come to school this way, not ridden home."

Everyone laughed. It was much warmer now than it had been in the morning. The boys were looser in the showers than before, not worrying so much about showing some skin. They goofed off and clowned around. Adrian wondered if it was because he'd been naked throughout practice -- all day, for that matter!

He bonded well with his group and they improved rapidly in daily practice. The coach had the groups play one another and then merged them into two teams and had them play full court. Adrian watched the coach's tactics -- how he got the most out of each boy -- how he encouraged them to get the ball, pass, duck, go for a shot. When the three weeks was up they were ready to play!

"I think the coach is going to strip the team," Adrian announced at dinner that night. Everyone's interest picked up.

"How do you know?” Marie asked.

"Just a feeling. Our first game is this weekend. It would be the perfect time to do it."

His dad nodded, thinking over the possibilities. A newly stripped team would be in shock, but the rush might really push them to play better, too.

"Maybe we'll have to go see the game," Angie mused.

"Mom!" Emma protested. It was unthinkable to miss a game in the Petersen household.

The gym was packed and the fans were wildly enthusiastic on both sides. The West River Wildcats were in the best shape they'd ever been and managed to squeak out a victory 23 - 22. Adrian's team mates leapt in the air and hugged one another, not at all shy about including their naked team member. But he was still the only one naked. All semester Adrian waited. He rode to school in the dark and back home in the dark, his body freezing, his breath clouding in tiny ice droplets in the air. He'd come home and drink down hot chocolate and relish the heated indoor space. His parents had gotten strict, though. He was allowed to sleep under a blanket -- "We can't afford to heat this place warm enough for you to sleep as if it were the tropics," his dad explained -- but he wasn't allowed to bundle up around the house. While Emma and Marie cuddled under a blanket eating popcorn while they watched a family movie together, Adrian would be naked and exposed on the living room carpet. They'd taken the door off his room, too.

"You don't need the privacy," his mom stated matter-of-factly when Adrian asked why.

"Um . . . " Adrian began.

"I'm fully aware of what boys do in their bedrooms," his mother informed him. "Girls do it too." Adrian's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, but you'll learn about that in good time." She paused. "So, just do your business. You're supposed to be naked. I'm told that in Florida boys are forced to cum in public -- on the streets, in restaurants."

Adrian blushed.

"I'm not sure I believe it either," his mother admitted. "But we're family. As your sister said, you're cute naked."

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Adrian got used to being naked at home. In spite of the lack of privacy, his family was cool. He discovered that his parents truly did mean for him to be a boy. His sisters were curious, but sweet about it. He wandered the house naked -- what else could he do? He masturbated in his room -- really, he couldn't help himself. He had the usual rise and fall of the male organ and his family treated it as the normal state of affairs that it is.

Away from home, his schoolmates and the townspeople got used to having a naked boy. He became a celebrity in his small town. Residents took pride in recounting to friends and visitors that they had a naked boy who could withstand Wisconsin winter. It didn't hurt that Adrian was good natured, cute and an excellent basketball player. Visiting teams quickly discovered that they had best stop gawking and get down to trying to beat the Wildcats. His team mates didn't take kindly to teasing about Adrian, either, quickly putting anyone in their place who wanted to speculate on how gay he was, what the boys did in the locker room or how many girlfriends he had.

The snow piled up and the team continued to win. Adrian did his part as team player and leader and after long months of cold, spring returned. Melting snow filled the streets with running water, trees dripped with melting ice and spring rains. Young buds and flowers emerged and birds began their noisy return from Florida and other faraway southern climes. Adrian enjoyed his nudity as never before. Spring breezes felt refreshingly warm. His body blossomed like the the trees and flowers as he progressed in puberty. On the first sunny day above 70 degrees he plunged into the creek near his house, the shock of the still icy water knocking the breath out of him -- but nevertheless feeling invigoratingly sensuous on his naked skin.

Everyone began planning for spring training in Florida. Adrian had been picked early for the talent search, but now that his team had won first the regional and then the state championships, all the boys were invited to Florida. The bus trip to Madison for the state playoffs had been momentous. Adrian had never been that far from home -- and he was certainly the only naked boy in the hotel, on the streets or in the arena. Coach Simmons, the rest of the school staff, his team mates and his family had been protective of him. The law was one thing, but there were right wing vigilantes who were outraged that anyone could be allowed naked on the streets. It was their activities that had helped pass the stringent modesty laws in the first place and they were not eager to see their point of view eroded. As a star athlete and a cute boy Adrian posed a serious threat. The crowds had roared as he sprinted across the board in bare feet, his naked penis pointing to the ceiling as he leapt to make a basket. The Wisconsin State Journal even printed a photo of him in full color on the front page, discreetly selecting an image that hid the genitals, but made no effort to conceal the fact that he was quite naked.

Adrian continued to be the only naked boy on his team. He had given up expecting each week to walk into practice and find the coach announcing that every boy would be stripped in time for the next game. The championship had been the last chance for that to occur! Now Adrian was surprised to discover that he was going to have to wear clothes to go to Florida.

"I'm sorry," his mother consoled him, "your team is traveling by bus and passing through some of the most conservative states in the union. There is no way in the world Ohio would let you be naked."

Coach Simmons corroborated this when he spoke to the team. "We'll be traveling by bus. I'm going to give some directives on dress code and behavior and I'm serious. If you're caught with an infraction, some of the states we're traveling through will not go easy on you. You'll be taken off the bus and put into juvenile detention until your parents come pick you up and pay a substantial fine." He went on to outline the dress code for places like Ohio, Kentucky and Arkansas: long sleeves to the wrist, only three inches of skin visible below the top button of a shirt or collar line of a t-shirt. No shorts were allowed and pants had to come to the top of the foot when standing. No earrings on boys, no visible tattoos, no words or symbols shaved into the hair. The list went on and on. Adrian began to think that Wisconsin was the land of the free after hearing all the rules and regulations.

"What about games?" inquired Kamal. "They don't play basketball in long pants, do they?"

"We won't be playing anywhere but Florida," the coach answered. "But, no. Sports teams are allowed to wear appropriate uniforms when on the court, but unlike Wisconsin," he looked at Adrian, "team uniforms aren't allowed to be worn outside the venue of play."

"Wow, that's pretty strict," observed Jonas.

"Yes it is. So, I'll be sending a sheet home with each of you outlining the dress code for travel. I want each of your parents to sign it and have it back to me by Friday. They can call if they have any questions."

The boys nodded.

"Okay, the next topic is Florida. That's a completely different story. I'm asking that your parents attend a mandatory meeting a week from this Thursday. If they can't attend, you won't be able to go on the trip."

"But . . . "

Coach held up his hand. "Don't worry," his face softened into laugh lines. "I've already called each of your homes. All your parents understand why I need to meet with everyone in person and they've all committed to being there."

The boys relaxed. They were used to having busy parents and they really wanted to go to Florida.

"Practice dismissed. I'll see you all tomorrow."

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The ride to Florida was not a pleasant one for Adrian. For the other boys it was a grand adventure. But they were used to clothes. What they were wearing may have had a little more coverage than their normal summer wear, but for a kid used to being bundled up for a northern winter it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Adrian couldn't understand why the clothes were so uncomfortable -- no, not merely uncomfortable -- absolute torture. After all, he'd worn clothes most of his life, hadn't he? But the swaths of cloth made him feel like he couldn't breathe. His chest felt congested and his lungs had no room to expand. But the worst thing was the welts. His body began to break out as if he were actually allergic to fabric. It started with angry red welts that rose up off his skin where the waistband of his trousers cinched around his waist. He then noticed the red marks forming where his shirt buttoned tight against his wrists. He undid the buttons, but the itchy, burning welts remained. It was as if a chain reaction had been set off. His body broke out in hives where the seams of the fabric scratched against his skin. His armpits burned. His abdomen broke out in scars so bad it looked as if somebody had taken him outside and whipped him.

Coach Simmons approached the sullen boy who sat looking out the window squirming uncomfortably. "Why aren't you hanging out with your friends, Adrian?"

"It's okay," Adrian demurred.

"Are you not feeling well? Motion sickness, maybe?"

"I think it's the clothes."

"What's going on?"

Adrian described the symptoms and lifted his shirt to show the coach the red marks that erupted out from his torso.

The coach's eyes went wide. At the next rest stop Adrian and Simmons joined the hordes of travelers heading indoors for snacks, beverages and restrooms. A large sign just inside the men's room read "Warning: restrooms under 24 hour video surveillance. Solicitations strictly prosecuted." Inside there was a long line of private stalls.

"I'm sorry, Adrian. I think we'll have to wait until Florida to patch you up." Coach bought two dozen sodas and lugged the heavy bag back to the bus.

"Um, what was that sign in the restroom all about?" Adrian asked, curious that Coach had changed his mind about applying lotion to his wounds.

"It means they're watching to see if two guys get it on in the bathroom -- really strict DECENT laws in this state."

Adrian wasn't too sure about the meaning of Coach's response, but he appreciated the sodas -- which were not for drinking. Coach had cleverly devised an icepack system, tucking the cold cans against Adrian's skin to give him some measure of relief. Soothed by Coca Cola the boy drifted into weary sleep.

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"Everybody out! We're in Florida. File out the door and line up for inspection on the curb in front of the bus." Coach's voice rang through the bus. Boys roused themselves from sleep. Even the rowdiest had long since drifted off and dawn seemed to have come way too early! Sleepy boys stumbled down the steps and looked around. The bus was parked in front of a huge sign that read "Welcome! Strip your kid for the ultimate Florida vacation." Two seemingly identical twins loomed over their heads, the only apparent difference being the clearly discernible penis and scrotum on one and the puffy labia and gently protruding clitoris of the other. A row of palm trees stood alongside a boxy white building, beyond which were the dark shadows of spreading live oaks heavily hung with Spanish moss. The air was tangible with damp and a heavy scent of wet vegetation. Adrian stepped off the bus and instantly felt his clothes absorb the moisture and cling to him like damp washrags. The sky was already bright although the sun was not yet visible over the tree line.

While the boys were disembarking Coach and two of the other chaperones had gone inside and now emerged from the white box of a building. They were followed by a woman in a flowered uniform and no-nonsense white shoes pushing a stainless steel cart.

"Good morning boys. We've been expecting y'all. You're going to love Florida." The woman's voice was very cheery for such an early hour and her accent distinctly different from any they'd heard before.

Coach was going down the line sticking a small bandage behind each boy's left ear. "You can strip now," he announced, "Adrian, you can set an example by getting out of those clothes as fast as you can so we can apply some lotion to that skin."

Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He fumbled with the buttons, but got out of his clothes as fast as he possibly could.

The other boys just stood there uncomprehendingly.

"Follow Adrian's example, boys. These are Stripped For Florida stickers on your ears. You'll have to be naked before we can leave here or you're out of compliance with Florida law. Everything off, now!"

Coach's voice was commanding, and the boys wanted to follow directions. But their minds seized up at the concept and hearing brought no action.

At this point Coach and the adult chaperones went into action. They went down the line and began stripping each boy until he got the idea and finished the job himself. In the end twenty boys stood naked on the curb. Adrian was reveling in the feel of air on open skin, so happy that he had to quell the urge to cry. The rest of the boys squirmed and blushed at being exposed for the first time, not only to the elements, but more particularly to the public gaze. To tell the truth, the Florida Welcome Center was not packed at this time of morning. If the boys had been more alert they would also have observed that their nakedness did not attract a bit of attention from the few travelers who were about. This was Florida and a naked boy was not at all a rare sight.

The nurse now got busy with her cart and rolled it to the beginning of the line. "Take a deep breath, and, you're done." The first boy gasped as the needle of a syringe jabbed into his right buttock. The nurse moved down the line, prepared a fresh syringe and stabbed the next boy.

"What was that all about?" wondered Sam when they are all back on board and cruising down I-75.

Silently each boy was also wondering about something else. Most of these boys had never been naked for long, and certainly not in public. Maybe these odd feelings had something to do with that? But Adrian had spent months naked and he knew for sure that something unusual was happening. He was the first to suspect the shot.

The next time Coach Simmons went down the aisle Adrian stopped him with a question, "Hey coach, this is from the shot, isn't it?" He gestured at his crotch. There was no mistaking the erection that sprang up from the boy's sparse blonde pubic hair.

Coach grinned.

"I knew it," Adrian crowed, pleased that he was right. The erection felt okay, too. He wasn't too sure about being this way in public, but from the talk on the bus and the few boys he had gotten a good look at, he wasn't the only one!

The news travelled down the aisle and a few boys accosted Coach in loud voices. "Why do we have to do this? Isn't it bad enough we're naked? Are we naked the whole time? Do our parents know about this? How'd they give permission?" The barrage of questions came fast and furiously.

Coach walked up to the front of the bus and took the microphone down from it's hook beside the driver.

"Gentlemen. Please." Coach held up his hand for silence. Slowly the cacophony died down. "Welcome to Florida." Coach waited again for quiet. "You will all have noticed some physical changes." There were catcalls, laughter and a few rude remarks. "You have been officially Stripped For Florida -- as the locals call it. While not all Florida boys and girls are naked, nearly all visiting boys and girls are stripped for their Florida vacations. You are no exception. You will recall the after-school meeting I had with your parents. At that time your parents gave verbal and written approval for you to be stripped for your entire Florida stay and all the legalities were taken care of so that you could be stripped earlier this morning upon our arrival."

The boys sat there processing this information as the bus sped smoothly south.

"As for the shots, nearly every stripped boy in Florida is kept hard. A few boys wagged their hardness saucily. The usual method is a daily dose of pills, although there are more exotic methods that you may learn about while you're here. But, you are athletes."

"Go Wildcats!"

"That's right. And as athletes you will be very visible on the court. We can't have sagging erections can we?"

"Um, I guess not, Coach."

"You will be on a regular regimen of shots -- not pills -- because we'll be keeping you at the maximum hardness attainable."

"But, Coach . . . "

"I realize many of you are already quite experienced masturbators . . . " There was a flurry of protests and teasing among the boys. " . . . and are well aware that your penis can get harder than it is now. Just wait another hour for the full effect." Coach switched off the mike then flicked it back on again. "Oh, I should mention a couple more things. First off, throughout the state, including in our hotel, restaurant, sports arena and nearly every other place you might be, there are monitors that will catch you should you try to wear any clothing other than a hat or a pair of shoes or sandals. You will be caught and fined and banned from playing sports while here. So be advised, no clothes. Secondly, it is legal and quite expected that any stripped child in Florida will be sexually aroused, possibly cum in public and . . . "

Coach waited for the instant hubbub of interest and embarrassment to die down.

"Yes, that's right . . . cum in public . . . " Coach repeated. "It is also legal for any stripped individuals to touch one another, or even have sex, privately or publicly. You're going to witness a lot of new things on this trip. No one can fault you for being curious and I don't think anyone will be surprised if you watch or even stare. But I also want you to have an open mind. You might learn something. Okay, that's it for now."

Coach shut off the mike and let the bus fill with the excited loud talk of twenty boys about to have their world expanded.

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