Jason and Amare 9

Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 9

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JASON AND AMARE

A Stripped For Florida story in eleven parts

Part 9

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The Ocean

"You've been keeping us on erection pills, haven't you," demanded Jason at breakfast the next morning. "I wondered why we've both been hard for days."

"Maybe you're just excited to see one another," teased his uncle.

"They mentioned something at the store yesterday about these rings. All these parents were crowding the counter after the demo. We'd gone up to pick up the vibrators and they said that the new rings made it possible to keep a boy hard without putting them on pills."

"You're right -- and it is probably safer than being on pills long-term. Don't worry, I'm only keeping you hard for the five day 'Florida-style' strip experience I mentioned when you first got here. Nearly everybody puts their boys on the pills when they first get stripped, so I didn't want to cheat you of the full treatment."

"Now we have the rings," suggested Amaré, "we'll keep them on for the next couple of days. So we'll stay hard without pills, okay?"

"Fine by me," replied Jim, "as long as you are hard -- or as hard as you are long. Just want my boys happy!"

The two boys laughed.

"All ready for the beach?" inquired Jim.

The beach was the quintessential Florida Jason remembered, except that it was winter now. A few intrepid souls swam in the cold water -- no doubt folks from Minnesota and Michigan who found the water warmer than the great lakes in the middle of summer. Adults in cotton wind-breakers or shawls enjoyed walking on the sand. Lines of pelicans road the coastal winds in long undulating lines, water birds scampered back from the surf, crabs scuttled out of the way, and the sky arced huge and blue overhead. Amaré and Jason shivered in the cool wind off the ocean, their naked bodies not yet used to the chilly temperatures. Children and young people were out on the beach as well, some bundled up, others stripped. The weather wasn't cold enough to allow any naked child to cover up. Some seemed oblivious to the cold, walking sedately, running towards the waves and back, wading in the chilly water, or playing tag with one another. Others, like Amaré and Jason were clearly not acclimated to Florida winter in the nude.

"Look," gestured Amaré.

"Don't point," admonished Jason automatically, "it's rude. Wow . . . " he added seeing the family ahead of them.

It was the family from yesterday. The little girl was walking hand in hand with her father, naked and pink looking, glints sparkling off of her micro-gems, earrings and clit ring. Her younger brother looked cold -- his thin body obviously not providing much insulation. Like his sister, glints of metal sparkled in the sun, his three silver hoops flashing brightly. It was the older brother that was a sight to see. He was completely transformed.

His hair stood in a bright copper mohawk, shaved to a crewcut down the sides and dyed red. Large gold earrings shone in the lobe of each ear, with smaller piercing studs along the curve of each ear. A superb tattoo in copper ink mantled his entire shoulders and chest and obviously continued across to his upper back. He must have been in the parlour for hours after they left getting this masterpiece of intertwining Celtic knot-work needled into his skin. Golden red copper and gold alloy nipple rings stood out in the midst of the tattoo knot-work. The boy's penis stood in a proud erection, curving upward and inward along his stomach and rising above his belly button, the copper Celtic penis sheath dramatically repeating the patterns of the tattoo. Matching metal sheaths wrapped around each of his upper arms. The boys knew that the butt plug no doubt filled his insides, that the prostate tinglers were teasing him with each step. Amaré and Jason knew exactly what the ring bearings were doing, as they were erect themselves at this very moment from the continuous sensations. The boy walked down the beach like a god -- and no doubt felt divine. It was an amazing sight. As the family moved closer, they recognized Jim, Jason and Amaré.

"Thanks for yesterday," offered the mother, "we had a great time and we're glad you could be a small part of our Florida vacation."

"You are welcome," answered Amaré.

"Yes, thank you," replied Jason, adding, "You look fantastic!" to the older boy.

"I feel great -- although it's going to take awhile for this tattoo to heal up. Feel like I was poked with a million needles!" he laughed.

"Did you have a good evening," inquired Jim politely.

"Oh yes," answered the mother, blushing.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to get personal," laughed Jim, seeing where the conversation was headed.

"Not at all," insisted the woman, "we had a great time putting the kids to bed; my husband gave our daughter here a great session with the vibrator." The girl beamed and her father squeezed her hand. "Then we let her brother try it for a bit and then . . . well, I had a chance to do him," she said looking at her younger son. "Let's just say we had a great time after the kids were asleep."

"What about you," asked Jim of the older boy.

"God, I think I came enough earlier in the day to last at least 24 hours."

"Well, you are a teenager, and with two teen boys I . . . "

Amaré and Jason looked at Jim and he just laughed.

"Well, have a great vacation! Enjoy yourselves."

Everyone nodded, smiled and the two groups resumed their walks in opposite directions.

They continued along the beach, gulls banking directly into the wind, hovering nearly stationary just above their heads. The two boys shivered, wind whipping against their erections and bare chests. For some reason the tiny balls inserted up inside their rectums hummed with tiny vibrations, activated by the wind, surf, or combination of the two. Combined with the smart technology pulsing of the bearings on their penis rings the boys were on edge, erections at their peak. With his penis hardened and the ring pulsing Jason was keenly aware of the undulations of the three inch long metal penis plug, providing their own stimulating massage from within.

Jim seemed to be somewhat aware of the boys' state and was quietly enjoying walking them down the beach. In the distance another group of people was walking towards them. They passed a man with three fishing poles set up in the sand, watching the lines as they disappeared out into the water. A little girl in a bikini ran around on the sand collecting shells.

"Catch anything?" asked Jim in a friendly manner.

"Not yet, we're mostly out here getting my granddaughter used to the weather. Her mother won't strip her until she's sure she can stand the cold."

"Well, take a look at these two boys for inspiration. You're not cold are you boys?" teased Jim.

"I don't know if they're cold, but they sure look excited," observed the man.

"We'll see how long they can hold it in," laughed Jim.

As they walked they could now see that the group ahead consisted of two women and four or five girls. They were all dressed warmly against the chilly wind. As they got closer they could see the girls pointing at Amaré and Jason, evidently making some type of joke and laughing.

"Those boys are sure rigged up. What'd they do? Rob one of those places on St. George and put everything on they could find?"

"Naw, its probably some parents idea of a joke -- what can we do to embarrass them," said one of the girls, lowering her voice in a mimic of a parental tone.

"Let's see if we can make them come," whispered one of the girls, loudly enough to be carried to the boys ears by the onrushing wind.

"Girls," cautioned one of the women, "this is the last time I'm warning you."

"Come on mom, look at them! They're just asking for it!" insisted another girl.

"Hello there, enjoying the day?" asked one of the women politely.

"I dare you," hissed the first girl under her breath.

The second girl reached out and ran her hand lightly up the full length of Jason's dick. Not to be outdone the first girl did the same to Amaré's erect organ.

It was too much, the buffeting wind, the pulsing rings, the inserted plugs, the vibrating beads . . . Jason shot cum straight into the air. Another spurt and another coated the shocked girl's clothing. "Eww, gross, boys are so gross," shrieked the girl, vaguely aware that the other boy was spewing sperm all over her friend as well.

Jason stood there in total embarrassment, not knowing what to do or say. "I'm . . . I'm . . . so sorry . . . " he managed to blurt out.

"Girls, you're covered in cum and I've given you enough warnings. I want my daughter out of those clothes this instant and in the ocean washing off . . . "

"My daughter the same," announced the other woman sternly. "Janice, if those clothes aren't off by the count of five I will personally pierce both your nipples at the kitchen table with a darning needle the moment we get home, and I'm not kidding."

"But, mom," whined the first girl.

"No buts, you heard Janice's mom -- and you know she doesn't kid around. I'll have you right over the kitchen operating table as fast as I can say 'strip down now.' "

The younger girls stood in awe, not sure if their mothers were going to enforce these edicts or not. After all, their older sisters had played pranks like this before and nothing had happened. To their amazement the second mother opened her purse and pulled out a pair of scissors. "I've been waiting for this day, yes I have. Stand still or you're going to get seriously hurt," warned the woman, wielding the scissors dangerously. She took the sharp blades and ran them right through the girl Janice's windbreaker and blouse in one swoop, moved the blades and cut the her skirt and panties right through. The girl stood trying to hold the pieces of cloth to her body as the wind started ripping them off. Two more slices of the scissors and she was naked, holding her arms tightly around herself from cold and embarrassment. The other girl ran toward the surf to get away, but her friend ran after her.

"Look what you did with your dares, now that I'm naked you better get naked too or I'll never speak to you again." yelled the girl. In a softer tone, "Please, I'm sure my mother's going to strip me, you have to do it with me or I'll just die."

While the two girls argued the adults looked at one another.

"I've never seen it done quite that way," observed Jim wryly.

"I should have take action years ago. My daughter is an obstinate child, but worse, she enjoys torturing other people. Please accept my apologies," she said, nodding at both of the boys. "No, it's not your fault," she held up her hand as Jason started to blurt out "I'm sorry" again. "With all that you've got on, plus being a teenage boy, there's no way you could keep from coming with what they did."

"I'm giving them the Stripped For Florida experience for a few days," explained Jim. "After that their life will return to normal."

Whatever that means, wondered Jason, now that I'm naked until I grow up.

"That's a good idea," said the other mother thoughtfully. "Where'd you say you got all that stuff you've put on them?"

Jim explained where he'd bought the various items and what they did. "I'm sure they've got all sorts of fun stuff for your girls. Drive them crazy in public for a week and that'll calm them down -- I hope."

"Should we just do the older girls, or all of them at once," asked the one mother to the other. The younger girls looked concerned but stayed quiet, probably hoping that this idea would fizzle out if they didn't protest.

"Let's see what they recommend at the store, shall we?" answered the woman. "Maybe they'll give us a group discount if we do them all at once!" she added brightly.

"A little 8 year old was stripped while we were there; she looked pretty cute with the clit ring, micro-gems and matching earrings. They ran the vibrator all over her and she looked pretty happy." This observation from Jason surprised Amaré and Jim.

"I had no idea you ever even looked at girls!" exclaimed his uncle.

Jason blushed, "I was just trying to be helpful. After all they're discussing what to do for girls."

"Maybe we will strip them all," added the mother thoughtfully. "Looks like my older two have worked it out." The two naked teenage girls emerged nude from the ocean, washed off and evidently very cold. Their nipples were hard and purple, teeth chattering and shivering horribly.

"Let's get you two somewhere warm," announced one of the women, "we know just the place on St. George where we can spend the afternoon.

"Thanks, and good-bye!" the two women yelled as they headed toward the wooden stairs to highway A1A.

"I can't believe you were looking at that girl," said Jim again.

"I thought it was a very cute family," insisted Jason. "Did you see how much they were into one another. That was hot!"

END PART 9

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