Tray, Devon and Tam

Stripped For Florida: Tray, Devon and Tam

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YOU'LL DO IT FOR THE SEX
by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved

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Tray launched the ball toward the hoop one more time and watched it sail through basket. He grinned to himself and headed for the showers.

"Coming Devon?" It was more statement than question. The routine was still too new to give his friend too much latitude.

Devon followed and the two boys entered the locker room. Hardly anyone used the showers at school anymore, not even the teams. As a consequence Tray and Devon had the place to themselves. Devon sat on one of the long benches, pulled off his basketball shoes and socks and hitched his shirt over his head. Standing, he pulled down his basketball shorts. For a second time he grinned. Wearing a jock strap was a new thing; he was in ninth grade and honestly could have worn nothing under his shorts and nobody would have complained. But he thought the strap was sexy. He peeled it off, stretched his naked body and sauntered into the showers.

Tray was already there, soaping down under the cascading jets of hot water. While Devon had been undressing, Tray had simply walked past him. Tray was already naked; naked all the time, in fact. Tray was a Florida stripped boy. Devon blushed as he imagined what it must be like to be nude in every situation. He blushed some more as Tray's eyes obviously explored his body. He hurriedly started messing with the taps, adjusting the spray and getting the water temperature just right. He glanced quickly at his friend and felt himself going hard. Tray was languidly stroking his own erection and looking straight at him.

Devon had known Tray the year before in middle school, but only as another boy who did well in math and science--and who was impossibly good looking and athletic. He had spent the year trying to avoid being too obvious at his fascination with Tray's gorgeous body. He even attended a basketball game so he could watch the naked athlete run the court along with his clothed team mates.

This year everything had changed. Devon was happy, but it was all happening in such a rush. Plus, he was confused. He liked Tray -- no, he adored him -- but he also found himself staring at girls, and imagining fucking them, and . . . he jumped as a real life touch broke through his imaginings.

"Shit, man!" he tried to sound macho.

Tray just laughed and ran his hands down Devon's wet flanks and grasped his wet erection. Soap, water, adolescent hormones and true attraction were a potent combo. Tray pumped his friend's shaft vigorously, cupping his balls in his other hand and within moments jets of sperm were spasming out of Devon's dick and swirling down the drain with the shower water.

"Let's go to my house," Tray announced.

"Um, I don't know if my mom . . . "

"We'll call her when we get there. We have a phone, you know."

"I have a bit of homework, too." Devon had never been to Tray's house and he found himself inexplicably nervous.

"Shit. That homework? It's nothing. Besides, we can do it together. It'll take, what? 15 minutes max?" Tray slapped Devon on the butt and sauntered out of the showers. Devon stood and stared at that beautiful body in motion. Tray's dark skin was further tanned from years of full nudity in the Florida sun. His physique was toned from athletic practice. Right now his skin was sleek and wet and shiny. Tiny droplets caught in the fine hairs that covered his body. Dark black hair was cropped close around his head and Devon knew that if he could see those eyes, they would be sparkling with sexy mischief. What the hell. Of course he wanted to go to his house. Why was he so fucking nervous about it?

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"Mom, we're home!" Tray yelled as they entered the house. Devon's eyes darted around. The house was small. One of those Old Florida wooden houses that sit atop little piles of bricks or stones or concrete blocks. You could pick one of these houses up and move it away and within weeks no one would ever guess there'd ever been a building standing on the lot. They'd crossed a small wooden porch and Tray had pulled open the screen door, kicked open the main door and let the screen slam behind the two of them.

"TJ, how many times do I have to tell you not to slam the door?" His mother's voice sounded through what was obviously not a very big house.

"TJ?" Devon wondered out loud.

"I brought Devon home," Tray yelled back. More quietly he said, "Yeah, Tray Jones -- it's my middle name -- Tray Jones Martin. At least it isn't TMJ."

"Huh?"

"Temporomandibular Joint Disorder."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, dude," Devon replied.

Tray didn't seem too worried. "Leave your shoes there," he directed, pointing at a pile of shoes by the door. "My mom gets seriously stressed about sand in the house."

Devon nodded and untied his shoes and nudged them toward the wall.

"Come on, let's get something to eat."

It wasn't food, however, that caught Devon's eye. As soon as they entered the kitchen he simply could not tear his eyes away from the little girl who was standing at the counter. The kitchen was small, but large enough to have two countertops, a cupboard, stove, sink and refrigerator. A simple wood table and four chairs fit snuggly into a windowed space at the very back of the house. Devon struggled to focus on the formalities of meeting Tray's mother, but his head was reeling. He felt like he was going to soar up into the air like a giant hydrogen balloon -- or faint, more likely.

"You're looking seriously woozy, man," Tray observed. "Mom, let's get some food into this guy."

The girl laughed, sounding like a younger, higher version of Tray. Devon was further smitten.

"Oh, yeah, this is my sister," Tray remembered to say, "Tami. This is Devon."

Tami nodded her head. Her naked lusciously brown body leaned against the counter, her hand still holding the glass of milk she'd been drinking when the boys entered the room. "Nice to meet you Devon. I heard about you."

Devon struggled to decipher any hidden meanings. Did that mean she'd heard good things, bad things? Did she like him? He caught himself. My god, this girl had never even met him before this second; how could she like him? And, she was what? Eight or nine years old -- third grade? Why would he even care; he was a ninth grader -- a high schooler, for heaven's sake. Shit! She was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. He looked at Tray, his eyes pleading for understanding. How could brother and sister both be so goddamn attractive?

The mother of these two amazing creatures put out milk and peanut butter sandwiches and slices of melon. The kids ate and Tam and Tray laughed and interrupted one another as they told the story of their day in disjointed sentences and overlapping comments.

"What's the matter with you? You're so quiet," Tray observed when they'd left the kitchen and were sitting on the bed in Tray's tiny bedroom.

"Tam's what, 8 or 9?" Devon asked, his voice coming out as a croak.

"Eight. Her birthday's in May, so I guess she'll be nine in three months."

"Right, nine years old."

Tray stared at his friend. "You want to fuck her bad, don't you?"

Devon blanched and felt the bile rise in his throat. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"She's just a . . . " he started to protest.

"You can, you know, if you want to."

"How can you -- what are you talking about?"

"I fuck her three times a week. But I'm just her brother -- I mean, I have to -- but you're somebody new. I'm sure she'd love it."

Devon stared. He thought it would be hard to imagine Tray and Tam doing it, but it was surprisingly easy. He felt himself hardening up under his clothes as he visualized the two sleek-skinned siblings entwined in sex. There was something about Tam. Sure, she was naked and sun-warmed and all that, but she was still a skinny, flat-chested little girl. Why was he so smitten? How did she exude a total aura of sex? Tray's words caught up with his reverie.

"Have to -- what are you talking about?"

"She goes to a special charter school, some kind of advanced sex kinda thing. Anyway, I'm her homework -- well, not just me, but I guess I'm most available, being her brother and all -- anyway, I have to fuck her all the time."

"Shit! I wouldn't consider it an obligation!!! I'd do anything to be you."

"I already told you. You can fuck her yourself. Come, you can fuck her now if you like."

"Um, that's okay," he mumbled, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

Tray simply dragged his friend by the arm into the living room.   Tam was lying on her stomach doing her homework on the floor, her bare feet kicking the air above her perky little butt cheeks.

"Devon wants to fuck you, Tam. I told him he could but he's worried you won't approve."

Tam immediately rolled over onto her back, her body splayed on the floor. "Oooh, goody. Really, Devon? That would be great. Plus, I get extra credit that way."

Devon's eyes riveted themselves on the oddly sexy way that Tam moved and displayed her body. How did she even do that, he wondered?

"Wanna do it here?"

"But," Devon croaked out, "your mom."

"She doesn't care, besides she's making dinner."

Tam wiggled her hips and lifted them off the floor. Devon couldn't help himself. His eyes were riveted to the smooth skin of her crotch. His erection throbbed against the restraining fabric of his underwear and shorts. "Come on," Tam giggled. "You have to take your clothes off, you know!"

Devon gave one more look at Tray who shrugged and grinned. Well, it wasn't as if Tray hadn't seem him naked, and more. Devon pulled his shirt off, undid the clasp on his shorts, pulled down his zipper and awkwardly maneuvered them around his raging hard on. Tami licked her lips and shivered in anticipation. Devon got down on his knees and was suddenly unsure what to do. Tam waited impatiently. She obviously expected him to simply get on with business.

"Tam," Tray said with sudden tenderness, "you're his first girl."

Tam's eyes got big as saucers. "Really! Oh, wow. That's wild." She rolled onto her side and knelt face to face with Devon. She put out her hand and stroked it down his chest, pausing over his right nipple. He shivered. Her fingers, light as a butterfly's wing moved on down and grazed his belly as they came to rest on the shaft of his penis. Tam stroked lightly down the length of his erection and back up. She circled his exposed glans with the tip of her forefinger and then with other hand she gently pushed his chest, guiding him into a prone position on the floor. Devon wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, but suddenly he felt something deliciously familiar. Warm lips ensconced his hardened penis and sucked at the same time that they plunged down his shaft.   Tam ran her tongue around the tip of his glans and then swallowed him into her throat. He could feel her muscles pulsing around his shaft and then she began the serious business of trying to suck him as hard as possible. He felt like his whole body was going to follow his erection down into Tam's insides. It was amazing! Tam was definitely as talented as her brother--maybe even better, if that were possible. Just when he felt like he couldn't hold back, Tam slowly lifted her lips off his penis, releasing him from her throat and sliding her wet lips over the tip. He wanted to protest, but the words weren't even formed before she smothered his lips with a passionate kiss. He tasted himself as she plunged her small tongue into his mouth and washed it over his own tongue. Even as his body reveled in the sensations, his mind tried to reconcile Tam's skills with her young age. Small fingers tweaked his nipples and fingernails grated across his chest.

Tam pulled away from the kiss and sat up, straddling Devon's prone body. She scooted back, held his still raging harden in her small hand and lowered herself onto him, skewering her vagina with his adolescent erection. Slowly she pulled up and then lowered herself again onto his erection. Devon was astonished at how good it felt. No wonder he stared at girls! The sensation of fucking was beyond his imaginings. He had the urge to flip over, lay Tam flat on the ground and pound himself into her as hard as possible. But Tam still kept control, speeding up just enough to quell Devon's urges. Faster and faster she bounced; Devon could feel his sperm ready to release. Tam stopped and rocked back and forth, their pubic bones grinding into one another.

"Do it," Tam whispered. "What you're wanting to do. Flip me over."

How did she know? But he didn't spend any longer on that thought. He sat up awkwardly, but Tam simply flipped through his legs and still attached at the groin he found himself over the little girl. He pulled back and slammed against her, thrusting as deeply into her opening as he could manage, feeling her flexible vagina, the textures of her insides, the hard knob of her cervix. Then orgasm overtook him and he arched back with a silent yell and bravely rode the contractions as he jetted one jolt of sperm after another into the eight year-old's body. Tam quivered beneath him in obvious enjoyment, beginning her own climax partway through Devon's convulsions. She screamed and mewed and writhed under him, adding to the indescribable sensations that filled the boy's body.

Spent, he rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling in a daze, his breath coming in gasps. His mind was out of commission, bodily sensations having taken over completely for the moment.

"Did you just fuck my little girl?"

Devon's mind froze while he struggled to get his thoughts in gear; even his eyes couldn't quite focus properly on the looming form of Tam and Tray's mom standing over him.

"Don't tease him mom!" he heard Tray say. "It's his first time -- I mean with a girl."

Tray's mom laughed. She cast a glance at Tray but said nothing.

Devon's eyes cleared. Their mom looked like she was smiling.

"I didn't mean to alarm you. Supper's ready -- I'm sure you've worked up an appetite."

Devon struggled to his feet. "Um, I just have to put my clothes on and then I'll . . . "

Tray and Tam let out peals of laughter. "You don't need clothes. Not in our house."

They sat around the little table, the sky darkening outside in late twilight. Devon felt elated and awkward at the same time, sitting at the table with the two sexy siblings, but naked and with their mom chattering away about mundane subjects.

"So, it's your first time with a girl, Devon?" she said, changing the subject. "Congratulations!"

"And I get super extra credit!" Tam said triumphantly.

Devon looked at this strange family, his eyes glancing from one to another. What mother congratulated a teenager for fucking her third-grader? What was this about extra credit? He wanted to ask if it was even true that Tray fucked his little sister at all, let alone three times a week. His face presented his obvious befuddlement.

"I guess I should explain a bit to put you at ease," the siblings' mother took pity on him. "Tam goes to a special charter school, The Academy for Accelerated Sexuality Advancement."

Devon nodded as if this made everything completely clear.

"It's really cool," Tam added, "I learn everything about sex and how to make boys happy!"

"Honey . . . " her mother began.

"It's true, mom. Besides, I love making boys feel good," the girl said defensively.

"The school is a little too focused on boys -- or at least that's what Tam gets out of it," her mother explained. "Anyway, I'm thrilled that you're friends with both my kids. I'm assuming you and Tray are developing a nice sexual relationship . . . "

Devon nearly choked at the matter-of-fact way she brought up the topic.

" . . . and as you can see, Tam isn't exactly shy. There's just one little detail we need to take care of."

Here it comes, Devon thought. He knew it couldn't be that easy once a parent got into the mix. He shuddered when he considered what would happen if his parents ever found out he was even thinking about sex -- with boys or girls -- or even with just himself! But Tam and Tray's mother was still talking; he'd missed part of her sentence.

" . . . so I'll just be in touch with your mom and I'm sure we can resolve that right away."

"My mom!" he blurted out with alarm. What was she calling his mom about? "No!" he protested as he saw his friends' mother pick up her cell phone. He knew his home phone number must be in there; Tray had called him too many times not to have entered it as a contact.

"It's okay honey," Tray's mother soothed. She'll totally understand. "Hello? This is Janet, Tray's mother. Yes, Tray, your son Devon's friend. He came over after school and we're just finishing up dinner. I hope that isn't problem? . . . Oh, good. I didn't even think to ask him when he got here after school. . . . Devon, your mother wants to know if you've done your homework?"

Devon nodded, relieved at the subject of the conversation so far, but nervous about where this was going.

"Yes, he says he's done his homework. . . . Excellent, yes, we'll make sure he gets home by 9. . . . I just wanted to bring up the subject of getting him stripped . . . no, no, no . . . well he's sitting here naked right now but we haven't taken him out at all--I wouldn't do that if it weren't official."

Devon could hear his mom on the other end, but couldn't make out the words. Stripped? What was Tray's mom thinking? His mom would never strip him.

"Well, obviously the decision is up to you, but my kids are and . . . "

More undecipherable conversation on the other end.

"Really? That's how you want to do it? I wouldn't consider it a punishment but, . . . okay. He's developing a very nice friendship with my son and daughter . . . "

Devon shot a pleading glance at Tray's mom. She looked over and nodded, " . . . but I'll let him fill you in on the details. Okay, you're sure about this? Very well. . . . Nice to speak with you as well. Good night."

A silence hung in the air after Janet finished the phone conversation. Devon had a worrying premonition that something was about to change in his life. Janet paused as she chose how to deliver the news. Tray looked between his mother and his friend with concern. Tami seemed oddly excited, as if she might burst with good news. Devon looked at her for a moment, perplexed, but immediately went back to his own worries.

"Devon," Tray's mom began. "That was your mother," she added unnecessarily. Devon nodded. "It's one thing with my son, but if you're going to be fucking my daughter you're going to have to be stripped."

Devon opened his mouth.

"Just hear me out," she continued. "Legally speaking, you're only allowed to have sex with someone else if you're both stripped. That's Florida law." She held up her hand. "I know, lots of kids don't follow those rules, but Tami's program is different. She can't get credit for fucking you if you aren't even supposed to be having sex -- with anyone."

"But, my mom," Devon blurted out, unable to stay silent.

"I was going to tell your mom what I just told you. But after hearing her attitude I realized it is really your business to tell her about your sexual activities, not mine."

Devon nodded, relieved. "I'm not sure I want to be stripped," he said solemnly. It didn't seem normal at all, even though plenty of Florida kids were naked all the time. "It just doesn't seem normal."

Tray laughed.

"I would take offense at that, young man," Tray's mother remarked, "except that you're stark naked yourself at the moment."

Devon looked down and blushed. Paradoxically he'd forgotten that he wasn't wearing a stitch. "Well," he hesitated, "maybe it's not that way at your house, but at mine -- it's a different story."

"I understand," Janet replied. "Which gets me to the point."

"My teacher says that in an ideal world every boy would get sucked off every day," Tami offered in a cheerful voice.

Three faces turned to look at her. "It's not a terrible idea!" Tami insisted. "My teacher says boys would be a lot happier and the world would be a better place, too -- you know, if boys weren't fucking it up so much."

"What did my mom say?" Devon asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.

"So," Tami continued, "For my independent study I was thinking of giving Tray a blow job every day. You could get one too, every day that you're over here," Tami added brightly, looking at Devon with such an eager face that he had to laugh. "What do you think?"

"I told you that school is too focused on boys," Tami's mother observed.

"That, that would be incredible," Devon gasped, ignoring her remark.

"Great! I'll submit my idea tomorrow at school. Oh," Tami added, "you will have to be stripped for my proposal to be accepted."

"Sure, yeah, I mean . . . um, I never imagined myself as a stripped boy, but . . . "

"You'll do it to get sex," Tami's mother observed wryly.

"I guess you're right."

"In that case, you'll probably like your mother's suggestion."

"What's that?"

"As you no doubt heard, I didn't mention your sex life directly, but I did say you were over here naked. Your mother said that as a punishment you were to be sent home naked. She figures the scare of trying to get home without getting caught will set you back on the straight and narrow clothed path."

"Go home naked?"

"Yes, I'm to send you out the door to walk home without a stitch on. Of course," she winked at him, "You could just let yourself get caught. You know the consequences."

He did indeed. Any kid caught without clothes who wasn't wearing a Stripped For Florida microchip embedded in the skin behind the left ear was held until a parent or guardian showed up. At that point the adults had the choice of forking over $500.00 in fines or stripping their kid. Rare was the parent who wanted to pay the fine. It was one way a child had of forcing their parent's hand if he or she wanted to be stripped. Devon's mother clearly thought that he'd do anything not to get caught.

Devon looked around the table. Tray certainly didn't mind being naked. They had fun together and Devon was hoping they'd do more sexy things now that he'd been invited over. Maybe they'd even have a sleepover! He looked at Tami who'd just fucked him on the living room floor and proposed sucking him off any day he could manage to walk over to their house. He looked at their mother, so different from his own mom.

"Um, can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"How come you sent Tami to such an unusual charter school?"

"She's a really sexy girl. It just seemed a natural for her. But, really, if you think about it makes sense. Most parents want to give their kid an advantage in life by getting an early start on reading readiness, accelerated math, music lessons, artistic enrichment, you name it. Why not give a kid an early start on something as important as sex?"

Devon nodded. It made sense when she put it like that. "What about Tray?"

"If a school like that had existed when he was younger I would have sent him in a heartbeat. But, I suspect he's turning out just fine anyway."

Tray grinned.

"So, what do you do at school?" Devon asked Tami, "get fucked by all the boys?"

"Oh, no! They're too young to fuck properly. That's why I have to find older boys to do my homework, like my brother -- and you!"

"So, what do the boys do if they can't fuck?"

"Oh, same as me. They have to find older boys, too."

Devon looked confused. "Older boys?"

"To fuck them, silly."

"Oh!"

"Yeah, they're always looking for volunteers. You and Tray could do it, you know? Just let my school know -- a couple of boys from my class could come home with me and you could have a lot of fun fucking them after school. They have to, you know, it's their homework."

"I see what you mean," Devon said, "it does sound like the boys have a lot of fun at your school."

"Of course they do," Tami said defensively, "I just love sex! Besides, we have girl/girl classes, too. It's okay, but I prefer boys."

Devon nodded, looking across the table at Tray. With all the talk of fucking and boys he ached to spend the night. In spite of what Tray had told his sister and mother about it being Devon's first time -- with a girl -- the two of them had yet to have the full fuck experience together themselves. Maybe after he was officially stripped.

"Well, I guess I should get going. I heard you promise I'd be home by 9," he grinned mischievously, "and I've got to leave time to get stopped."

Tami, Tray and their mom all laughed.

"Do you want another blow job before you leave?" Tami asked hopefully.

"Let's wait until it's official, shall we?" And with that Devon stepped out the door as naked as the day he was born.

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