Jason and Amare 11

Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 11

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JASON AND AMARE

A Stripped For Florida story in eleven parts

LAST INSTALLMENT: PART 11

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Omo Time

It was not high season on the river, to say the least. The cold February air kept away most casual paddlers. Only a very observant fisherman coming downriver on a jon boat or skiff would have seen an apparition from ancient times -- some blend of Timucuan and Omo warrior brothers, covered in ash and daub, tall spears at their sides. If the duo had not slipped soundlessly into the trees along the bank at the sight of an oncoming boat the same fisherman might have caught a closer look, and seen their hair slicked back with hardened clay, long feathers through pierced ears, and upward curving penises wrapped tight at the base in palm fibre.

Amaré and Jason stood sentinel, not to remind the occasional passers-by on the river that other peoples lived and thrived here before the coming of Spanish horses, Spanish cattle and Spanish diseases, but to catch sight of Jim -- their adoptive father and uncle respectively. For three days he had been away. This was the Omo time of their stripping experience and for nearly a week they had been living deep in the heart of Florida forest, river and springs country.

When they left Gainesville, Jim surprised the boys by driving directly to the deep woods along the middle reaches of the Suwannee. They had expected to go first to the little travel trailer where Jim and Amaré had been living. Before getting out of the truck the two boys had insisted on removing all of the new pieces of equipment attached to their bodies. The penis rings were easy to take off. Jason kneeled on the bench seat of the pickup, his butt in the air, while Amaré popped the anal beads out of him, one by one. The boys were in giggles by the time they'd each finished popping them out of one another. The penis plugs turned out to be difficult to remove. It was even a little scary. "What if it's stuck in there forever?" cried Jason. "It's not like a ring or something that can get cut off." With patience they were able to work the long piece of metal out of the urethra -- actually getting better at it the second time. The boys even removed their earrings. "Completely naked," as Jason called it, they got out of the truck and walked into the woods.

For a short while they were, indeed, completely naked -- but it was cold! They walked through the woods to a campsite Jim knew. Four upright palm trunks stood in a little clearing. Between them had been built a raised, split-wood floor.

"This is a chiki hut," explained Jim. "We need to finish it with temporary palmetto leaf roof and sides, but first a fire. Amaré is superb at making a fire. Jason, you and I will collect some wood and tinder and then stand back and prepare to be amazed."

Jason and Jim foraged for fallen wood, dry twigs, and bits of dry moss. Amaré gathered his own supplies. Jason was amazed. Amaré prepared a little pile of dry palmetto leaf strands, moss, and tiny twigs. Next to him was a pile of carefully sorted smaller twigs. He'd made a shallow cleared pit in the earth about two and a half feet across and was working in the centre of it. With fast, regular motions he rubbed a piece of wood against a longer wooden shaft held firmly into the earth. A wisp of smoke rose up from the wood and a spark leapt up from the pile of dried bits. Carefully adding smaller twigs Amaré built the fire up into a nice little blaze. Jason and Jim handed him larger pieces of wood which he arranged in a little teepee shape. Soon a wonderful fire was burning. The boys huddled next to it, warming their naked bodies.

"That was amazing, Amaré," admired Jason. "I never thought it was really possible to just make a fire, I mean without matches or something!"

"Amaré will show you how to stay warm, too," said Jim. "I didn't actually intend to freeze two boys to death in the North Florida woods!"

Jason -- and even Amaré -- learned a lot that day. They gathered dried palmetto and palm leaves and learned how to create a secure roof for the chiki hut. They wove a lighter matting of the leaves for the sides -- enough to block out the worst of any wind, but thin enough to let the heat from the fire penetrate the interior. They gathered great heaps of Spanish moss and heated it over the fire to remove the chiggers. Anyone handling the moss for long without heating it would be covered in horrible chigger bites. They used the treated moss to make wonderfully soft bedding.

Between the exertions, the warmth of the day and the blazing fire the boys kept warm. Even Jim had long since removed his warmer outer layers of clothing. He now delighted the boys by stripping off completely. "Time for one of Amaré's other little tricks," announced Jim.

Amaré prodded the fire with a large stick, moving the blaze to one side of the circle. With the curved, hard stem portion of a palm frond he scraped ash out from where the fire had just been burning. Gathering a handful he reached toward Jason and smeared the white, grey powder down the front of his body. The boys laughed and giggled all the way through the process of smearing one another and Jim with ash. They gathered additional wood and replenished the fire in the centre of the fire pit. Jason was almost too warm in in his coating of ash, but realized that as the day waned he would be very grateful for this protection. "It lets you be be naked and dressed at the same time," he laughed.

"Omo way," agreed Amaré. Later Amaré took Jason down to a little stream and showed him how to make decorations over the ash with daubs of clay. "If you want to stay warm on a cold day, you make a mud hat by putting clay in your hair," explained Amaré. "But Jim doesn't like so much mud in the bed, so we will not do it now."

Jim had the boys gather the soft cloth-like fibre webbing from between the base of the fronds on palm trees and twist the fibre into strong string. After finding suitable branches, they fashioned fishing poles. The three of them trekked down to the Suwannee, flowing silently under the sky, and soon caught a large garfish. Wrapped in leaves and baked it made a superb meal. The boys argued that they should live completely off the land, but Jim quietly insisted on supplementing their larder with supplies from the big cooler in the back of the pickup. "If we were living on the land all the time, boys, we'd be prepared in advance for a day like this. We'd have collected pecans, dried berries, know where all the succulent roots were growing near our camp. I applaud you wanting to do it, but neither of you are knowledgeable enough yet to survive in this particular ecosystem. Living off the land is very specific to your exact location. I didn't bring two boys out here to starve them in the North Florida woods."

The boys laughed and ate the nuts and raisins, granola bars, and other goodies Jim provided.

At night Amaré showed Jason how to bank the fire with sand so that it would burn very slowly all night without additional fuel. The three of them buried themselves in the piles of soft moss they'd gathered. It was wonderfully soft and warm. Jason wriggled his naked body around in the moss and poked a finger through to feel Amaré's belly. Amaré giggled and grabbed for Jason's penis. They wriggled closer, felt the warmth of one another's skin, and grpped their fingers into a comfortable hold on one another's dicks.

"Are you boys ready to sleep?" asked Jim, sounding nearly asleep himself.

"In a minute," giggled Jason.

"Did you have a good day? You both looked really nice, running around in the woods, fishing, keeping the fire going. Also, I had nearly forgotten what a boy penis looks like when it isn't erect," Jim joked.

"Yeah," agreed Jason, "it feels good soft."

"Not soft now," observed Amaré, his fingers tickling Jason's lengthening member.

After a good bit more squirming and giggling Amaré spoke up. "Jim . . . "

"Hmmm . . . "

"Would it be all right if . . . do you mind . . . "

"You and Jason want to make each other come? That's fine . . . just don't kick me in the process, and go to sleep afterwards!"

"Okay."

Amaré strengthened his grasp on Jason's dick and slid his hand hard down the shaft. Jason gasped. Amaré pulled back up, stuck his finger neatly into the entrance to the hole where the penis plug had been removed earlier that day and then pulled down again. Jason's dick was as hard as it had ever been on pills, plugs or rings. He let himself lay back and enjoy the warm, insistent and increasingly strong and fast motions that Amaré was beating into his erection. With a moan he came hard, bucking into Amaré's hand and shooting cum into the moss. Amaré continued playing with him gently, easing him down off his orgasm. Then Jason found himself being kissed all over his face before locking into a long, wet, tongue dancing mouth to mouth embrace.

"I love you," he mumbled into the kiss.

"Hmmm . . . " replied Amaré.

Jason pulled out of the kiss. "Let me do you before I fall asleep," he said, his hand groping for the whereabouts of Amaré's penis.

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Coming Home

For four days Jim and the boys kept the camp going -- each day the operation running a little more easily. Gathering wood, repairing the palmetto roof and walls of the chiki, catching fish, gathering what few roots, leaves and berries they could find that they were sure were edible, preparing food, and keeping the fire banked and smouldering when they weren't cooking. They found mushrooms growing at the base of a tree, but Jim wasn't sure about the particular variety and wouldn't let them pick them.

At breakfast, the boys huddled by the fire, warming their naked bodies against the morning cold. Heavy dew lay over the small clearing, and the huge webs of banana spiders glistened between the trees. The sky was a clear blue.

"Boys, I'm going to be gone for two days," announced Jim. "I think you've proven yourselves adept forest dwellers and I'm sure you'll survive. I will be back sometime the day after tomorrow."

The boys nodded.

"Promise me you won't do anything likely to cause serious injury. That's the only thing I don't think you'll be able to handle on your own, especially as you have no way to get out of here or get help. In case you need the beginnings of a list . . . "

" . . . no climbing trees, no diving off rocks into the river, no playing with torches, no attempts at piercing our bodies with rusty nails," rattled off Jason, interrupting.

"Okay, okay!" said Jim. "Take care of the campsite like you've been doing, stick close by, catch fish and eat well. Mellow activities are good. Like hanging out, staying warm, jacking each other off, you get the idea!"

After unloading the cooler from the back of the truck, making sure that extra supplies were laid in, and that the boys were comfortable with the idea, Jim backed the truck out of the clearing and drove off.

The boys now stood expectantly on the riverbank, camouflaged in forest ash and clay, feathers through their ears, bodies relaxed and senses alert to the river in front of them. They had enjoyed their time alone and were now eager for Jim's return. It was before lunch. Jim hadn't said what time he'd be back, but for some reason Amaré and Jason both had a feeling that he would show up within an hour.

A sturgeon leapt out of the water not far away. Its large bony body and long snout were clearly visible as it threw itself up into the air and splashed heavily back into the river. A great blue heron slowly stalked the opposite bank, eyeing the shallows for its next meal. A school of mullet ruffled the surface of the water, passing just below the surface on their way upstream. Later in the day was the time to see mullet jumping into the air in long forward leaps, but this early they stayed just below the surface. A water bird flew fast right up the middle of the river letting out long repeated high pitched cries as it passed.

The sun rose higher in the sky, bleaching out the blue to a lighter shade. Although it was still February, spring was coming to this part of Florida. Clouds of tiny white blossoms heralded the blooming of the small Florida native plum tree. The red of new oak leaves lined the banks, bright against the grey whiteness of cypress trunks and their muted leaves. Amaré shifted his head, listening. Jason tried to catch any new sound on the air. Amaré nodded. Thirty seconds later Jason heard it too, a low and slightly rough hum, just barely emerging from the sounds of wind in leaves, murmur of water, and constant background chatter of the forest.

Nevertheless, it was still 15 minutes before they saw the dark hull of a small boat come around the nearest bend of the river. A figure with a broad brimmed hat sat at the back of a long canoe. The hum of an engine propelled the boat forward at a moderately steady pace, but much faster than anyone could have paddled for any length of time. The boys sank back imperceptibly into the forest at the first glimpse of the boat. They were certain they were hidden as they waited to identify the master of the craft. As it came closer, they saw that it was Jim, seemingly entirely naked except for the hat -- his skin glistening in the sunlight.

Amaré and Jason stepped out from the shadows and raised their spears. "Halloooo!" cried Jason.

Jim cut the motor and drifted on the stream. "Well, if it isn't two Omo warriors!" he cried in welcome. "Meet you by the camp."

The boys ran through the woods, heading back to the place in the stream near camp that they knew was still deep enough to pull in a canoe. They waited eagerly and then waded out to help haul in the boat as Jim navigated upstream. Back on solid ground Amaré jumped up and down in excitement while Jim got out and came over to give him a crushing hug. Jason waited his turn to be held close.

The three trouped up to the campsite. "I'm starving," announced Jim. The boys brought out broad leaves piled with smoked mullet, edible flowers, a few tender roots and a few small berries they had found. "Looks like a veritable feast," admired Jim, "looks like you two have prospered here in the woods." He looked them over. Long white feathers slanted through Amaré's pierced ears, striking against his dark hair and face. Gray ash covered his long, slender body with spirals of clay inscribed upon it in darker colours. Palm fibres wrapped around the base of his penis, obviously tightening the balls and penis enough to stimulate a long curved erection. His hard penis was decorated with three white and three red stripes of clay across its girth. He could not have been more handsome.

Jason also sported an erection, two zigzagging lines accentuating its length. His body was dusted with ash, with stark white handprints marked across his pelvis and torso. Lighter dots of red clay marked his legs and arms. A broad stripe of red had been pulled across his forehead and through his pierced ears were two magnificent blue feathers from a heron. A stunning lad, indeed!

As they finished eating Jim got down to business. "We need to pack up camp. Everything needs to be dismantled and composted correctly in the forest. Everything we're taking with us needs to fit in the canoe. We should get going as we have a ways to travel and we're heading against the current."

The thatch was taken down and taken apart, the fire extinguished and buried in sand. All the bones, skin and other food remains were taken into the forest and buried in the ground. The cooler and a few other items were lugged down to the stream and placed in the canoe. There wasn't much to pack. Jim had departed in the truck and hadn't left much behind for the boys. Here in the woods they owned nothing that wasn't on them -- and even that consisted of clay, ash and feathers! They bid good-bye to a good place in the woods, pushed the canoe out into the stream and stepped in carefully. Within the narrow confines of the stream Jim used a paddle to guide them downstream. As they moved out into the river Jim reached over and pulled a cord to start the motor attached to the square stem of the long dark-hulled canoe. Guiding the tiller Jim moved the boat out of the shallows and into the current. The motor chugged away, moving them steadily along against the stream.

As they progressed they passed high, rickety contraptions that people had built along the banks of the river, multi-purpose platforms that served as docks, boat storage, relaxation decks and stairs climbing up to access points from shoreline properties. They saw no people. It was midday and people were either at work, busy, or more likely -- gone until warmer weather. The river meandered between tall stands of trees, the banks higher here than farther south. A rough line of limestone ran just above the waterline on each side, pockmarked with giant holes and crumbled along the edges like broken concrete. Across North and Central Florida the land is covered in limestone, beneath and through which flow the currents of the vast Floridan Aquifer. Acid and water erode limestone, and here the current had cut its channel through one layer of the stone, leaving a ragged edge on both sides of the river.

They continued up the meanders of the river. An entire flock of ibis flew towards them, the line of birds flying wingtip to wingtip across the entire width of the river, skimming just inches over the water. At the last second three birds lifted just above their heads, dipped and continued on without pause.

The boys threw their heads back as the birds passed overhead and swiveled around to watch the flock as it flew on down the river and out of sight. It was a magnificent moment.

The sun was now directly overhead and the air was actually getting hot!

Jim guided the boat into a small spring bowl directly off the river channel. "Let's cool off!" and without hesitation jumped straight up and out of the boat, taking care not to upset the canoe.

The boys took a few moments to carefully remove their beautiful feathers and then slipped more quietly overboard into the spring water. It was delightfully refreshing! After a swim the boys pushed the boat across the spring bowl to the shore. As they got out Jim admired them again. The clay and daub had washed off and their feathers were carefully put away, but their beautiful good looks were in no way diminished!

Back on the river, Jim questioned them. "So, what's the verdict? SFF, Omo, both, neither? Wish you hadn't been stripped?"

"I love being naked," stated Jason emphatically.

Amaré confirmed the opinion with a vigorous nod.

"You know what, Uncle Jim," said Jason, "it feels really good to just have my regular penis back -- without that piece of metal filling it up. I really didn't like the penis rod at all."

"The ring was okay for a week," added Amaré.

"I notice you're both wearing something around your dicks, though," Jim noted.

"It is nice to be hard and then soft, at different times," explained Jason, "but . . . well, after a few days we both decided it was fun to be hard at least some of the time. So, we invented these." He touched the palm fibre bindings at the base of his penis.

"So you gained something from the first week?" Jim suggested.

"Oh, yes, it was fun!" said Amaré. "And we learned a lot about feeling sexy. Like, it is nice to be hard and it is good that a Florida boy can be naked and hard -- and even cum -- and no one minds."

"That's right," confirmed Jason, "it was a good experience. I might even wear some of that stuff again sometime. But, I'm glad you didn't keep us on those pills, and the pulsing of that ring for a whole week kept me constantly on edge."

"That was the idea," agreed Jim. "I wanted you to have the Florida experience -- see how boys are kept in that state -- or, I should say, how some boys are kept in the state of near constant arousal. It is supposed to be every boy's fantasy, so I thought you should try it out."

"Getting the penis rod out was really scary," added Jason, "but what I'm really, really glad about is that you didn't get us permanently pierced or anything."

"You're welcome," said his uncle. "You haven't said much about the beads -- what about those things up your asses for a week?"

The boys looked at one another and then at Jim.

"Well," said Jason, "while you were away we tried some things . . . "

"It is better," said Amaré.

"We did some things together, instead of the beads, and it is much, much better!"

Jim laughed, "Boys, boys, boys, I love you both so much. Wait until you see the surprise!"

All day they moved up river. The sky filled with pink and mauve and turquoise. The sound of birds filled the air almost to the point of ear-splitting cacophony and then in the quiet a mullet leapt out of the water and dove back in again three feet upstream. Jim guided the boat to a small dock on the westward side of the river, handed a rope to Amaré and cut the motor. The canoe drifted in and just before it touched Amaré jumped out and secured the rope to a small hitch.

"Leave everything here for a moment, we'll come back for it," instructed Jim.

The two boys had put the feathers back in their ears after lunch, Jim had on his hat, but otherwise all three were naked. Jim looked them over. "Ready?" he asked.

They nodded and followed him up the dock and along a narrow pathway. They walked up the riverbank and emerged in a large clearing. A man was picking greens from a small garden and nodded at them.

"Will, these are my two boys," Jim introduced them, "Amaré and Jason."

"Good evening, nice to meet you," nodded Will solemnly.

"Hello."

"Nice to meet you." mumbled Amaré and then Jason. The man was obviously naked, in a deep copper tan that betrayed no sign of ever being clothed. Jim had walked up completely naked, too, they realized. They'd been in the forest so long they'd forgotten that adults were usually dressed out in the world. Jason looked at himself and Amaré, wondering if they looked any different after being in the forest for a week. He supposed they would have made a bigger impression if they had still been covered in ash and decorated with clay. Long beautiful feathers pierced through their ears and the palm fabric -- and teenage hormones -- still kept their erections curving upward. With all the paraphernalia he'd seen on Florida kids he supposed they didn't look that odd. Jason realized he wasn't really sure what the fashions might be in this part of rural Florida. He'd seen tourist St. Augustine and a slice of Gainesville. What were kids like in Miami, he wondered, and more importantly what were they like here?

Jim gestured them on and they continued up the path. They passed a small cottage painted a pale yellow with pink trim. A girl of about their age was on the porch, light brown hair reaching just below the shoulders of her naked body. "Hello Cindy," called Jim. The girl gave a curious glance at the boys and ran inside, the screen door slamming behind her. Friendly sort, thought Jason sarcastically. Feeling bad he amended his own thought. She's probably just real shy. After all, neither he nor Amaré were especially gregarious themselves.

A little ways further up the path they came to a tiny white house. Jim stepped up onto the porch, opened the door and said, "Welcome home boys!"

Amaré and Jason looked at him, at one another and at the house in astonishment. They quickly scurried through the rooms scoping it out. Everything from the tiny travel trailer was here. The kitchen had a little eating nook and a small sink overlooking a vegetable garden. There was a small room with a toilet and sink. They had come in through a front room that must be the living room. Jim opened the door to a cozy room. "This is my room."

He opened the one other door in the house, "and this is your room! Inside was a slightly larger room, a double bed, two desks and a bookshelf. There was no closet or bureau -- two naked boys obviously not needing clothes storage.

"Wow, we get to sleep together!" yelled Jason.

Amaré and Jim thought this so funny that they burst out laughing and wouldn't stop.

"What's so funny?" groused Jason.

"We been sleeping together!" remarked Amaré.

"But, this is where we'll be living . . . this is our bedroom. I mean, this means it's . . . official! I'm just so happy."

Amaré took Jason into a big hug and gave him a kiss. "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I am even more happy!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"No," interrupted Jim! "I'm happy. Let's get our stuff from the boat, have dinner and settle in. We've got a big day tomorrow -- you start school."

The two boys' faces fell. "School?"

"Where?"

"Naked?" Jason blurted out foolishly.

"Um, you'll always be naked," noted Amaré.

"That is quite possible," agreed Jim, mulling over his secret idea. "However, to answer your question, you'll be home-schooled -- but I intend to get serious about it. You'll get Florida schooling and Omo schooling -- just like we had two parallel stripping experiences. Maybe even Timucuan schooling. Will, whom you just met, is a retired professor and he's going to help out, and there are a few others lurking about that will pitch in as well."

The boys walked down to the canoe with Jim and between them carried the cooler back up to the house.

"Uncle, I have a question," announced Jason. "How come you and Will can be naked here? I mean Amaré and I are stripped -- we're naked everywhere, but . . . "

"A great question! I found this little house and felt it was just perfect for all of us. Fortunately your Great Aunt Josephine saw things my way and was extremely generous. We can all send her a letter of thanks which I think she'll really appreciate. You see, she just bought this house for us to live in! It is inside a naturist colony -- not like the one where you 'visited' last year Jason." The boy cringed at the reference to his escapade with the older man. "No houses as grand as that, as you can see. Instead, this is part of a community of small houses and gardens where all the residents have agreed to allow and encourage nudity. That's allowed by Florida law, as you know. The nice part for me is that now I get to be naked unless I have to go out. Even on the river I took the chance and came down to get you naked. I figured I'd have time to slip something on if someone was coming along in another boat. I've got a contract to do environmental consulting, so I'll be able to do a lot of it right here at home. We've got a garden out back, the river in front, nice neighbors -- some of who will be helping with your education."

"Are there any other kids?" asked Jason.

"Cindy lives in the house down the path. We saw her ever so briefly. There's a family that has three children, I believe. If I understand rightly they are in Costa Rica right now. I've never met them. If there are any more kids, I haven't heard about them." replied Jim.

"Omo education -- what is that?" asked Amaré.

"When you boys have had your fill of civilization -- such as it is here -- the woods are close by. You two can go out and live on the land for a week or two. Just like you did for the past week. Maybe it will be more like Timucuan education because you will be learning to live in this particular environment. But, I think I enjoy seeing my Omo warriors any time -- at home, in the forest, on the river!"

"Yeah, like these feathers. Amaré showed me how. It's fun to put all sorts of cool things in the ear piercings!"

"There is also jump dancing," added Amaré, "you could learn that. It is so fun!"

"And the ash and clay decorations," added Jason.

"They are pretty and keep us warm. Can we do that here, too, or only in the woods?" asked Amaré.

"This is your new home and I want you to be comfortable with yourselves," answered Jim. "You have to be naked -- I'm assuming there's no problem with that?"

Both boys giggled.

"But short of that, try things out, see what you like! Rings, butt plugs, airbrushing, fake tattoos, henna, clay, ash, feathers, jewels, penis rings, nail polish . . . you name it! Mix it all up or just be plain naked. Have fun, explore, get to know yourselves, other people and your environment. Meanwhile," concluded Jim, "starting tomorrow we'll start work on Florida home-school requirements, set up your daily chores and get this house all shipshape."

After dinner Jim announced one thing that was different about living in a house instead of in the woods. "Ash, clay, paint, or just plain dirt -- it all comes off before bed. There will be mandatory showers every night, and I mean scrub everything: hair, ears, neck, penises, butt cracks, between your toes and the bottoms of your feet!"

"But, the bathroom doesn't have a shower," remarked Jason.

Jim led them out the back door. There was an outdoor shower with wooden slats to stand on. "This shower works off rain captured from the roof and warmed by sun shining on black tubing. So, use the water wisely. If it hasn't been raining there won't be a lot of water in the tank, and if the sun hasn't been shining, it won't be very warm. Fortunately, in Florida it usually rains and the sun usually shines. If, for any reason, there's no water -- there is a hose connected to a faucet right here next to the door -- cold water, of course." Jim laughed.

Jason was lying in bed. The sheets felt fresh and soft. Moonlight filtered through the trees and shone through the bedroom window. In the other room he could hear the sounds of his Uncle Jim moving about. He felt Amaré's naked skin against his own, their heads lying on two pillows pushed close up against one another. He reached his hand down under the sheet and closed it around Amaré's half-hard penis. Welcome home, welcome home. Life was good!

END JASON AND AMARE

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