SunVision 1

Stripped For Florida: SunVision 1

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SunVision

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
comments welcome to williebflorida@gmail.com

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SunVision, part 1

"You really think he has a future in this?"

"We can't make promises, of course -- after all, attitude is a critical component -- but he certainly has the looks!"

Michael tented his long fingers. His son was no hunk, not by a long shot.

"He's just not what I would have considered model material," he mused, "I mean, I haven't spent much time looking at . . . I mean . . . the type of material your company produces."

"He fits the precise profile that so many of our male customers find absolutely appealing. Boyish, lean, a bit of innocence--beautiful almost."

"Beautiful." Michael struggled with his own feelings. He'd always resisted the urge to admire his son's particular form of good looks. Now, if James had been a daughter that would have been a different story. Michael adjusted his rapidly hardening cock with as much subtlety as he could manage.

A small smile played on Jason's lips. "Our scouts keep an eye out for those with promise. I assure you this is a genuine opportunity, no different really from the sports scouts who recruit young men with athletic potential."

Michael nodded. He was well aware that some of James' classmates had already been stripped after scouts for Florida teams had identified the boys as promising young athletes. There was no guarantee that they'd ever play pro ball, but they had to be stripped for life before they turned 18 if the teams were to have naked players on the court. Nude guys playing basketball was a big attraction. James would never be tall enough to play b-ball, and besides he showed absolutely no interest.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt for him to model. Photos in, what, magazines, the internet?"

"We start with still photos, but the real money in this career is video. That's what subscribers pay for, action."

"Um, video of my boy doing what? Not surfing, I'm sure."

"A little bit of surfing is fine, swimming, running on the beach. But, no, primarily it's guy on guy action. After all, we are a porn company."

Michael winced at the word. "I don't think my son is gay," he blurted out. "I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend."

"So he's already having sex! That's a big help."

"I'm not sure if they are; probably not."

"Parents are always last to know," Jason remarked breezily. "But back to your concern. We don't make any judgements on the personal lives of our models. It makes no difference to us if he's gay, straight, bi -- it's only what happens on camera that is part of the job."

"But, you said guy on guy action."

"Let me try to explain. You're a Florida boy, right?"

"Born and bred."

"When you were a kid, being barefoot was as natural as can be?"

"Sure! I hated shoes. Still do, actually."

"Can you believe there are guys who grew up in New York, Detroit, Sheboygan, who feel awkward without shoes on?"

Michael shook his head. "Kinda unbelievable."

"Your son," Jason continued, "isn't stripped, but lots of Florida boys these days, they've been naked most of their lives. Can you imagine how that feels to them?"

Michael laughed, appreciating where Jason's logic was going. "Probably as natural as it felt to me to go barefoot. I sorta regret not stripping my son when he was younger. I left Florida to go to college in Madison, then met James's mother. We lived not far from Sheboygan, actually. After the divorce the two of us moved back to Florida. I just never got around to stripping him."

"But you notice that boys that are stripped find it as natural as running barefoot?"

Michael nodded.

"At SunVision we've discovered that within a surprisingly short period of time most boys find it as natural to get fucked as to run barefoot. Doesn't matter if they're straight or gay or whatever. Besides, getting fucked is a good massage for the prostate, helps a boy learn to relax the musculature all around the pelvic area and lower back. If you haven't tried it, it is simply a wonderful pleasure."

Michael blushed and felt his erection throbbing in his trousers. He felt sure that Jason noticed.

"But, isn't this illegal?" Michael had one more line of resistance to work through. "I mean, isn't that what that guy -- you know, the famous Michael, his father -- isn't that what he got in trouble for, even though he basically started the whole Stripped For Florida thing?"

"Michael." Jason looked off into reverie. "It's really too bad. Michael was a natural, just as I suspect your son is. But we do things completely legally. If your son were stripped today he'd be involved only in consensual activities -- basically having fun. He would not be paid anything."

"What! So what's the point of all this. I thought you said this was a career?"

"It is a potential career, just like those boys who get stripped for athletics. There's no guarantee they'll play for the Orlando Magic. On the other hand," Jason held up a finger to forestall Michael's protests, "there are some great perks. Photos are supplied for free to our subscribers, helping to build up demand for James as a model when he gets a little older. We also have some great investors who really believe in these boys and contribute to a private scholarship fund. There is a high probability -- 80 to 90 percent -- that your son will get a college scholarship that will cover his full education costs.

"But, what . . . " Michael stuttered, "what could he possibly be doing that would make it worth a full scholarship?!"

"Getting fucked. Every boy should get fucked anyway, so in return for having fun and letting our subscribers view those videos -- absolutely free and legally -- your boy will benefit enormously." Jason stood up abruptly and stuck out his hand. "Anyway, just think it over. If you have any further questions I'll be happy to meet with you again."

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"Wow, what happened to you?"

"I got stripped."

"Obviously! But how? I mean, you weren't expecting this, right?"

James looked around awkwardly and gave his girlfriend a light kiss on the lips. It wasn't as if he were the only naked boy in sight. School was full of stripped kids, but this was all new to James and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act around his girlfriend, who wasn't stripped.

"Yeah, no, that's right. I wasn't expecting it at all. After all, I'm almost 18."

"Lots of parents wait until the very last minute to strip their kids," observed Kate.

"But my dad? He just doesn't seem like the type."

Kate shrugged. She didn't know James's dad, but she knew Florida parents. They were totally unpredictable when it came to stripping, as far as she was concerned. She had been expecting her parents to strip her or her sister any minute for years now. She considered the fact that they hadn't as further evidence of parental fickleness. "So what reason did he give?"

"I'm supposed to do some modeling job." James held his palms up to indicate how clueless he was.

"Nude modeling!"

"I guess."

"Well, you're not wearing clothes!" Kate assessed her boyfriend's naked body. She'd seen him naked, but it was different looking at his body without the distraction of sex. He was definitely cute! "Cool! When do you start?"

"This weekend, I'm told."

"Well, I want to hear all the details," Kate asserted.

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Modeling didn't seem so bad. James went in Saturday morning for his first shoot. Everyone was super friendly. A good looking young man in khaki pants and a polo shirt introduced himself as Andy.

"We do most of our photo shoots against green screen. Afterwards the graphics folks can put in any background they want." He walked over to a computer console. A naked young woman with pierced eyebrows was tapping away at the keys. "This is James," said the young man, introducing him. "Can you show him a green screen makeover?"

"Sure." The young woman brought up an image of a naked boy -- he didn't look much older than James -- standing in this very room. The green walls of the room were very much in evidence. The woman slid her mouse over to a menu at the side of the screen, clicked and suddenly the boy was standing on a beach. Another click and he was somewhat incongruously standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.

"He could be anywhere," the young man laughed.

A couple of photographers came in and set up tripods and lights. They had James go through simple poses. The morning passed quickly. When it was time to go home Andy handed him a large envelope. "You can look them over at home." He gave James a wink.

In his room, James opened the envelope. He couldn't believe the photos. He had expected the fake backgrounds -- beaches, fields, a cityscape. What surprised him was the quality of the photos. He felt like he could make out every eyelash, every pore of skin. He found himself examining the pucker of his foreskin at the tip of his penis. He realized he was mesmerized by the sensual quality of the photos, as if they were of someone else. He showed them to Kate on Monday. They were sitting in the park after school, in a secluded grove of trees down by the stream where they'd made out several times.

"Wow, these are amazing, James!" Kate exclaimed. "Better than anything I've ever seen." She paused, suddenly shy. "Can I have one for my room?"

"Uh, yeah, sure!" James acquiesced. Secretly he was pleased that he could give Kate a photo from his first modeling shoot.

He got ready eagerly enough for his second shoot the following Saturday. Andy met him at the reception desk and took him into a different studio. The photographers set up and things started off simply enough. After a bit, however, a larger man came into the room. James was standing with feet shoulder width apart and twisting around as far as he could. He was trying to follow the photographers' instructions.

"Keep the pose, young man," the new arrival instructed. "This will only hurt for a second, don't wince."

James winced indeed. A sharp needle plunged into his right buttock and he felt the pressure of a syringe slowly pumping serum into his muscle. He wanted to protest, but the man simply withdrew the needle and stalked out of the room. As the photo shoot continued James experienced the impact of the drug administered to so many Florida boys through a daily regimen of pills. His penis engorged with blood, lengthened and stood up erect. He wanted to cover up, or sit down, or at least get out of the range of the camera lenses, but the photographers kept him busy with directives, asking him to move this way, pose that way, hold, and so on.

Andy came in and watched for a few moments and then stepped forward. The two photographers flipped off the brightest of the lights aimed at their subject. James suddenly became aware of the sheen of sweat covering his body from the combined effects of hot lights, concentration on poses, and arousal.

"You're doing a fantastic job," Andy said. "You are really a natural in front of the camera." James basked in the praise and felt even warmer. "I'm sure the injection and the poses are making you feel a bit horny . . . " Andy paused while a delightful blush reddened James's skin. " . . . no need to feel shy . . . it is completely normal. We'd like to ask if you would try something new for you. If the suggestion makes you uncomfortable, we can drop it for today and you can think it over for a week."

James stood still, the sweat glistening on his skin, his erection throbbing with the huge dose of sildenafil citrate that was coursing through his bloodstream. Andy waited and finally James said, "Um, yeah, I don't know what it is, but I guess I'll try anything you think would make a good photo."

"That's the spirit," Andy responded enthusiastically. "I'm sure if you were by yourself right now you'd be eager to jack off. Go ahead now and make yourself feel better. We'll have the cameras running, but otherwise you can just pretend we're not here. Unless an audience makes you even more excited!"

James's erection throbbed at Andy's words. In spite of himself, he did find it exciting to have an audience. But this wasn't a thought he wanted to explore too deeply at the moment. He grabbed his hard penis and after a split second of indecision decided to act now and worry later. He felt the length of his hard on and then pulled the skin of his uncircumcised cock down as hard as he dared. He felt the delicious sensation of an oncoming orgasm and went at it with a will, jacking himself toward an absolute quickie. Within 45 seconds he was spurting sperm in six foot jets across the floor. His heart was beating hard but he felt fantastic. Before he could regret what he'd done, Andy put a gentle hand on one shoulder and guided him toward a double doorway.

"We've got showers in here, lots of bath gels, disposable razor, fluffy towels, you name it." Andy led him through the door and into a wonderfully appointed tiled shower stall. "Take your time, get all spiffed up and I'll give you a drive home."

As the water coursed over his body James flexed his limbs and felt the sensations all over his skin. It felt great to be naked, he realized. It had been a surprise to be stripped, but he hadn't occurred to him until this moment that being naked would change the way he would feel. Maybe it was moving from Wisconsin, maybe it was simply his own personality, but unlike most Florida children and teens he hadn't been waiting for that surprise moment when his family would have him stripped. He'd simply accepted that nudity was a part of the Florida landscape. In Wisconsin there was summer and the snow; a season for shorts and t-shirt and about half the year to be all bundled up. In Florida there were palm trees year round; some kids were in shorts and some were naked. He'd never considered that one would feel any different than the other. He slathered body wash over himself liberally and spent a longer time lavishing attention on his still hard-as-a-rock erection and coming to yet another orgasm. Cumming in front of the three guys in the studio was oddly thrilling, but for the moment he mostly let himself dwell on how alive and vibrant he was feeling.

After turning off the water he let his body drip dry for another three minutes and then wrapped himself in the fluffy white towel. He knew enough not to pad back out to the studio wrapped in a towel. Stripped boys weren't supposed to be covered up. Andy was waiting for him with another large envelope of photos and escorted him out to his black Lexus.

"I want to tell you again, James, what a natural you are at this business. Not only do you have an incredible body, but you have a great attitude. About that," he gestured toward James's erect penis, nearly brushing it with his fingertips while his other hand guided the car smoothly down the road, "we won't have to give you injections too often like we did today. That was a nice surprise. You have a really long penis, even when it isn't erect, but I'm sure you already know that."

James looked down at his currently engorged member. What boy doesn't like to hear he has a big dick! But, truthfully, James wasn't really sure how he compared to other boys. Almost every stripped boy in Florida was permanently on the pills that kept them hard all the time -- although not as rock hard and erect as the super dose James had been given that morning.

"Unless you want to be on the pills," Andy added. "I guess a lot of boys like the hard look."

"Um, actually, I kinda like just being myself, if you know what I mean?"

"It's really up to you. All I can say is our scouts did a great job finding you. You're attitude is super, and with a cock like that you're sure to be a super stud porn star."

"A what?"

"What every boy dreams of, right?" Andy smiled, his eyes twinkling. "An internationally famous gay porn personality. Seriously, though, I'm not in a position to make promises, but if all goes right SunVision will certainly opt for its side of the contract. You'll be one of the lucky ones, I think."

"What contract? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't your dad explain? SunVision doesn't strip boys for life without seriously considering the investment. With your attitude and your body you'll be a great asset to the company."

Andy pulled the car up to the curb in front of James's home. "I'll see you next week, James. Oh, why don't you bring your girlfriend? We'll do a special photo shoot -- she'll think it's really hot, I guarantee."

James stood on the curb watching Andy zip down the street at 5 miles above the speed limit.

"Dad!" he yelled at the top of his voice as soon as he opened the front door, "What the hell did you do to me!!! You can't fucking do this to me, do you hear???"

(The End)