Sean and Emily

Stripped For Florida: Sean and Emily

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Stripped For Florida: Sean and Emily

"Son, I've caught you wearing clothes one too many times. Now, why would a good looking boy like yourself even want to do that. I just don't understand."

Sean looked down at himself. He guessed he probably was a good looking boy. His chest could be fuller. He had built up some muscles in his pecs and upper arms with his daily workout routine. His belly was flat and fairly tight. Like most stripped Florida boys his dick rose hard up along his belly -- he was pretty pleased with his dick.

He looked back up to see his father still waiting for him to reply. Sean swallowed hard. "You see . . . "

He faltered.

"Whatever it is, I want to help," his father said, his voice softer and deeper now. "Whatever is causing this obsession with clothes, I want to be there to help you get over it."

"Um, dad, when you were younger -- like me, I mean -- was there; is that when you met mom?"

"Your mother? This has something to do with your mother?"

"No, I mean sort of, not really. What I am asking is, was there ever a problem with you being naked when you were my age?"

His father took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Sean, when I was your age we weren't allowed to be naked all the time the way you are. If I'd walked into a store with a hard-on like that I can't imagine what would have happened. And going to school that way," he laughed. "Well, let's just say things have changed a lot."

"Not as much as you think," muttered the boy.

"Someone's giving you a hard time for being naked?"

"Well, you're giving me a hard time for wearing clothes. It isn't as if I do it that much. And, you say when you were a kid you weren't allowed to be naked all the time, but I'm never allowed to be anything but naked."

"Don't you like it? I would have given anything to be naked all the time when I was your age."

"Yes, I like it. It's normal. I actually don't like clothes at all. They're creepy and confining and itchy and make me hot. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Which is what?"

"Wear clothes because otherwise I'll never get to see her!" The 16-year old looked distraught.

"A girl? This is about a girl?"

The boy nodded.

"A girl who doesn't want to see this beautiful naked boy's body?"

Sean shook his head, "No, it isn't like that. It's her family. They're against stripping, nudity, nakedness, anything like that."

"Oh, man. You fell for a girl with a family like that? I'm so sorry Sean, I really am."

"So, you see why you've caught me with clothes on a couple of times. I wear them so I can go to her house. I know how to get around the sensors. I won't get caught by the police, I promise. Please, Dad, try to understand."

"I understand that part. I know you'll do anything to see a girl you love. And, Sean, thanks for letting me know what's going on. I was so worried you had some kind of psychological clothes addiction or something. But, you can't fake who you are forever Sean. Sooner or later she and you will need to figure things out. You're a stripped boy and you can't just pretend you're against it."

"I know that Dad," replied Sean impatiently. "But, she's young -- she can't go up against her family right this minute."

"How young?"

"Fourteen," Sean said, his voice a quiet murmur.

"That is young. Is she your girlfriend?"

The boy nodded.

"You have sex with her?"

Sean blushed.

"I take that as a yes."

"Dad, please don't tell her parents, they would kill her; or at least make sure I never see her again. They can't know, they just can't!"

"Chill, Sean. I'm not planning on telling them anything. This is your business. But you are my son and I'm going to help you sort things out. Sounds like you may be in a bit over your head."

Sean nodded, again. He sort of was. It had started off easily enough. He'd met Emily at school, they'd hung out. She was definitely what most of the kids made fun of as one of the "holy rollers." She wore proper-looking dresses with long sleeves, buttons at the neck and hem below the knees. She cast her eyes down and wouldn't look at any of the stripped kids. He didn't even know how they'd ended up making out in the trees on the far side of the soccer field. Now that he remembered it, she didn't seem to have such cast down eyes, even on that first day together. Her fingers trailed along his hard penis and her eyes seemed to trail right along. He loved the feeling of having an actual erection, as he called it. The pills kept him, and nearly every other naked boy in Florida, hard all the time. But it wasn't the same as real arousal. He nearly burst into instant orgasm the moment she touched him, but he held out for at least five minutes of the pleasure.

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Sean sat at the table, feeling the hard edges of fabric against his skin. He felt like he was going to burst out into hives any minute from the combination of clothes-induced claustrophobia and nervousness. He looked across the table at Emily, who met his eyes with so much love. He thought back to his conversation with his father.

"This is your decision, Sean," he'd told him, "but you're going to have to figure out how to be true to yourself and respect your girlfriend and her family."

His dad was right. He took a deep breath, looked directly at Emily's parents and told them he was a stripped boy.

Emily's mother laughed, "We already know that Sean, but it's very sweet of you to come out and tell us honestly."

"You knew, how did you . . . " Sean looked around the table baffled. "You told them, Emily?"

"No, no, I have no idea . . . how?" she looked questioningly at her parents.

"I've never seen someone look so ridiculous in clothes," laughed her mom. "Plus, I recognize them from our church's clothing drive."

"But, mom, I tried so hard to teach him how to put them on correctly!"

"It's okay Emily. How long since you were stripped, son?"

"Um, I don't ever remember wearing clothes, except one time -- I was with some other kids when we were little and we sneaked into my parents closet and put on these clothes that were in a box. I remember my mother looking wistful and horrified at the same time. I think they might have been hers or her brother's from when they were little? I don't know. Anyway, that . . . " Sean looked like he was going to cry and Emily's mother got up and came around the table and held him around the shoulders.

"It's alright. Sounds like there is more to that memory."

"Yes, it, it's one of the memories I have of my mother."

"You don't live with your mother now?" asked Emily's father gently.

"No, she died in a car accident when I was five years old. That's how I know I haven't worn clothes in a long time, because that memory happened while she was still alive."

Everyone got up and held Sean for a little while, rocking him and easing his pain.

"I'm okay, now. Thank you." Sean tried to get a grasp on his emotions. He couldn't believe he'd just told Emily's parents all of this.

"Sean, I'm going to say something important and I want you to listen carefully." Sean's father sat back down at the table. "First, I want you to take off those clothes. I agree with my wife that you look ridiculous in them, but that's not the reason. You are a stripped boy. That's the decision your parents made for you, it's the law, and if I am correct, it is part of who you are."

Sean nodded.

"We are not strongly in favor of the stripping laws in Florida. We believe in modesty. But, we also believe in a person's integrity. It would be wrong of us to encourage you to do something that goes against your family and your own sense of who you are. Also, there are more ways of having modesty than wearing clothes -- we realize that."

The family sat there and waited.

Sean waited also, wondering what was coming next.

"Sean," prodded Emily's dad.

"You can get undressed now," explained her mother.

"Oh! You mean you want me stripped in your home? Are you sure?"

"Very sure, Sean," added her mother. "We have come to care about you--and Emily loves you very much. You need to be yourself when you are with us."

Sean stood up and awkwardly tried to undo the belt, buttons, zippers and all the other contraptions that made clothes so difficult to deal with. After Emily started laughing he said, "Well, don't just sit there, come help me get out of these infernal creations!" Emily rose and undid the buttons and belt, opened the snap, untied the shoes, lowered Sean's zipper and helped him out of his clothes. Sean's hard penis stood upright to his navel.

"You are a very good looking young man," observed Emily's father, looking directly at Sean. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. We expect to see this much of you and no less at least once a week for dinner. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"As far as we're concerned Emily will never be stripped," declared her mother. "Since we're her parents that pretty much settles that. How you'll deal with this disparity in your life together is up to you. But, while it is illegal for you to be clothed in our home, or anywhere else, it is not illegal for Emily to be naked if she is in your home. Emily, we leave the decision up to you on how to comport yourself at Sean's home."

Emily and Sean simply stared back and forth between the two adults.

"I'm allowed to visit Sean at his house?" squeaked Emily.

"He's your friend, right? Have we ever forbidden you to visit your friends?"

"No, but . . . "

"As for being modest," added her father, "I want to make it equally clear that if the two of you are going to be having sex we expect it to be done in private -- that includes fondling one another, making out, and deep kisses -- as well as full intercourse."

"Daddy!" cried a shocked Emily.

"Don't 'Daddy' me," teased her dad, "I know perfectly well what you've been doing."

Emily's mouth opened and then closed and then opened again.

"While you do the fish routine," added her mother, "let me put out some dessert."

Sean could not believe he was sitting at the table with Emily's family, fully erect and fully nude. Emily couldn't believe it either, but was in a much better position to enjoy it. After all, it was her sweetie whose body she was admiring, while he was still sweating out the fear that something was going to go wrong.

"I realize you are still quite young, Emily," explained her mother, bringing in a fresh cobbler and vanilla ice cream, "but this is the combination of respect and guidance I would have wanted when I was your age. I expect honesty from you, to tell me where you are at any time and what you are doing. I expect you to be responsible about your actions and to do things in the right place and time. That includes being honest with Sean, giving him your honest self and loving him in the best way possible. You are both young and we would like to continue to have some oversight and influence over your behavior for the time being. You are restricted to having sex at either our home or Sean's -- nowhere else. We expect you to be faithful to one another unless you determine that your relationship is completely over. We expect you to limit your public displays of affection. And, Emily, we hope never to see you anything but fully clothed in public, and you, Sean, never anything but completely naked. Now eat."

Emily's mother watched the two young lovers eat their dessert with a satisfied grin on her face. When they had both put down their spoons she scooted them out of the room, "Shoo! I can see you two need to go to Emily's room and catch up on some affections."

"Even hard all the time the way they are now, you can still tell when boys are horny, can't you honey?" she commented to her husband.

(The End)