SunVision 2

Stripped For Florida: SunVision 2

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SunVision

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

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SunVision, part 2

"Welcome home, James. How did it go?" His father replied in a calm voice, pitched just loud enough to be heard through the house.

James strode down the hall and tried to fill the door to his father's home office with as large a body mass as he could conjure up from his lithe frame. His penis throbbed red and erect in front of him.

"You fucking stripped me for life without goddam telling me? You can't do this shit, dad!!! A porn star? I'm not even gay, Dad. I have a fucking girlfriend, do you hear me?"

"Are you actually having sex?" His dad inquired.

James's mood blipped for a second, but got back on current, "What the hell does that have to do with it? You stripped me for life to be a gay porn star? Really? This is so wrong!!!"

"Jason suspected you might be."

"Who the hell is Jason? What does he know about my private life?"

"Evidently more than your father does," Michael replied.

"So you actually did fucking sell me off to be a porn star?"

"That isn't quite how it works. First of all, as your parent in Florida I have every right to strip you whenever I choose until you turn 18 years old. Second, it is my obligation as your responsible parent," Michael put emphasis on the word to distinguish himself clearly from James' mother, "to give you a viable future."

"I fucking should have stayed with my mom," James muttered. "What did you bring me to Florida for anyway."

"I would have died without you, honestly," his father said. He looked at James, a beautiful boy, yes as beautiful as if he had been his daughter. He let his eyes linger on that beauty for longer than he'd ever let himself before. The erect penis was a dramatic contrast to the lithe, shapely and soft beauty of his son's otherwise somewhat effeminate body. He could imagine how hot James would look when professionally photographed. "Your mother got the house, all of our savings, the better of our two cars -- everything so that I could have custody of you. When we came to Florida I had nothing, but I had everything." He reached out his arms and James let himself be taken into an awkward hug, his hard on crushed between his belly and his father's cotton button-down shirt.

"With this deal," his dad continued, "you get a chance at a full college scholarship and maybe 8 or 9 years of a high-paying job in modeling after you turn 21."

James nodded. He knew his dad loved him. He knew that money was a big worry and that there was no way to pay for college unless he got scholarships from somewhere. He was also genuinely conflicted about today's events: he realized he liked being naked. Did he like it enough to want to be naked for the rest of his life? Well, there was no turning back from that now -- stripped for life was a done deal in Florida.

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The other aspect of being stripped was the contract. James had been hot and cold all week toward his father. Kate had told him to stop being a jerk. He didn't pursue the issue of the elusive Jason who knew he was having sex, but he suspected he had something to do with convincing his dad to sign up his one and only son to be a gay porn model. What the fuck!!! Something held him back from having it all out with his dad, however, and he knew what that something was. He'd enjoyed jacking off in front of the camera. He wished he hadn't.

And here he was walking in the door with Kate, his girlfriend, whom Andy had cajoled him into bringing along. "She'll think it's really hot, I guarantee." That lure had him curious and excited. As for Kate, she was as enthusiastic and cheerful as ever. Did she ever worry about anything, James wondered? She wore a short sundress with thin straps. The fabric was a nearly transparent creme color with bright green flowers. She wasn't wearing panties, as James knew from the ride over. He and Kate were in the back seat. He ran his finger up her thigh and along her slit.

"You're wet," he said in a low voice.

"And you're getting hard," she laughed.

In the driver's seat Andy pretended not to hear.

James watched his penis slowly stiffen as it lay along the inside of his leg, five inches growing to nearly seven.

After Andy's remarks the weekend before James had measured his penis as accurately as possible and then done some research online. 5 1/16 inches long did seem to be well above average. He was surprised by the differences from one country to another in the world. I guess those are erect penis sizes, he figured, looking at the map and the averages given. Of course at that point he had to bring himself to erection and measure that, too. He just didn't see how guys could come up with such exact measurements. His own penis seemed to fluctuate quite a bit when soft, and even his erections weren't the same length each time he measured. Nevertheless, he realized that his penis was about the same size soft as a lot of boys were when hard. He looked at the stripped boys with new interest during the week. Of course, nearly all of them were hard all the time, his own softer member being a big exception--even as it did hang down quite far toward his knees.

"Do you think my dick looks okay?" James had asked Kate.

"It's nice," she'd laughed. "But I can't see it when it's inside me. Come on, fuck me!"

That had been during the week. Now they were walking into SunVision. Kate looked around with interest, and James looked around trying to see things from her perspective. He realized that most of the people who worked at SunVision were clothed. His own nudity was a standout. The only exceptions were a couple of other young models he'd seen only in passing, and Jerri, the young woman with the pierced eyebrows who did the computer graphics.

"We'll have you take a quick shower," Andy directed James, "and meet us in the room on the left -- second door down."

James looked at Kate and then nodded to Andy and headed to the shower room.

Andy took Kate by the arm and walked her down the hall. "I think you're going to find this really hot," Andy said, speaking close to Kate's ear in a conspiratorial voice. "James is going to get a massage by one of our really sexy masseurs. What do you think about watching him get fucked?"

"In the ass?"

Andy nodded.

Kate felt herself get even wetter. "Definitely."

"Okay, well don't let on. It will be a surprise."

Kate wiggled her body and grinned. "Okay, mum's the word!"

James walked into the room, his body glistening from the shower. Andy gestured grandly toward a massage table.

"Your treat for the morning: a full body massage. Probably the best you've ever had in your life. Antonio is amazing."

James nodded nervously, never having had a massage. Kate winked at him and he visibly relaxed.

"Don't worry," Andy reassured him, "you don't have to do a thing but relax and be spoiled. Afterwards we'll do a very special photo session with you and Kate."

"It'll be so hot, James," Kate said, "enjoy the massage because I know I'm going to love watching."

James grinned and let himself be persuaded that he was doing the right thing. At that moment Antonio walked into the room. James stared. He might have been five years older than him, or ten -- or fifteen. It was hard to tell the age of this tall, fully tanned muscular man. He had a sense of youthful enjoyment of life and a confidence that bespoke years of experience. James new interest in comparing penis sizes noted that Antonio's member was quite long, but of course he was already erect. His body was completely shaved and his skin shone with vitality. He smiled, showing straight, white teeth.

"Pleased to meet you James. I'm Antonio. Let's get you on the table and work the kinks out of your muscles."

James was swept into the aura of this radiant youth and the last of his resistance melted away. He lay on the table, nestled his face into the rounded cradle and discovered that oddly enough there was an opening in the table just where his own penis pointed downwards. He wondered about this for only a few seconds, then all was forgotten but the immediate sensation of Antonio's hands on his skin. His touch was electric, making James feel absolutely alive, each nerve ending reaching out with wonder. At the same time Antonio's strokes seemed to reach right into the muscles, releasing knots and tensions James had no idea were there. Each place Antonio placed a hand melted like butter set out in bright sunlight. Pools of warmth radiated into his body, inside and out. Antonio's hands splayed across James' back, dissolving tensions, and then worked their way up his spine, isolating each vertebra from the next. James was sure he would be at least two inches taller from the extension of his spine alone. Fluttering motions brought the nerves of his back all atingle before Antonio moved on to the shoulders, releasing years of pent up emotions and physical discomfort. Gentle pounding alternated with spirals and the kneading of the muscles between Antonio's strong fingers. The massage went on and on, exploring so many realms of his body that James lost track of where he had been touched. Feet were lovingly worked, each toe separated, each muscle group rolled and stretched and relaxed, on the soles, the arches, the sides, the tendons, the ankles. Antonio worked his way up the legs, giving each and every bit of anatomy its own individual attention.

Kate watched with fascination as Antonio worked his muscular hands and long fingers up and down her lover's body. She watched as James melded with the surface of the massage table as his muscles let go of their tension. She vicariously stroked his skin through Antonio's touch and found herself getting more and more aroused. Antonio shifted to long strokes that swept from one end to the other of James' outstretched body, Antonio's own physique pulsing in a long wave a foot or so above the curves of the body beneath him. Kate watched mesmerized as Antonio's spear-like penis skimmed just above the surface on each pass of his hands from toe to head. Knowing what was to come she could barely contain herself waiting for the moment that the spear could no longer wait but would plunge into that receptive body.

James responded to the shift in focus from each minute part of his body to the whole by submerging himself into the rhythm of Antonio's strokes. Each time the hands swept from toe to head he felt a surge of energy move like a wave -- not a tension, but the way that the ocean allows energy to pulse across the vast expanse from one continent to the next without being in the least disturbed in its deep bed in the earth. And then, of a sudden, a fire split through his rectum like a hot spit plunged straight though his body. He reared his head up and nearly screamed aloud, but Antonio pulled back nearly the full length of his erection and plunged it full force back into him. James looked sideways, saw Kate grinning at him and fell back into his cradle and gave himself up to the force moving through him.

For her part, Kate was in awe at how Antonio had swept into her lover's body without a break in his rhythm. It must help, she thought, that his penis was long and hard, to be sure, but also amazingly spearlike in its narrowness, in its sharp-ended projectile point, the very point that had pierced the anal ring and gone all the way inside the virgin ass of James as if there were no resistance whatsoever.

James, having recovered from the shock, and encouraged by Kate's grin, was working as hard as possible to reduce resistance to nothing. The massage helped. He had already let go of years worth of tension in every muscle. Now he was letting go of every mental, emotional and psychological barrier to being fucked. I'm not gay -- melt that away. I do the fucking, I don't get fucked, melt away. I can't take an entire erection up my butt, melt away. Oh shit, melt away, melt away, melt away. He was dying to cum with the continued pounding on his prostate. The rhythm of Antonio's fucking matched his own when he was about to release it all into Kate's waiting vagina and he ached to release his own sperm. But the hole in the massage table meant that his penis was completely out of contact with any surface. If only he could rub it against the table, or on his belly, or grab it with his hand. If only there were some waiting mouth below to take him into warm embrace and suck him into climax. Instead Antonio sped up and pounded into a finale of thrusts, let loose a gush of warmth that James felt deep inside and lifting his head let out his own silent scream of joy at having been the first to take this teen boy's manfuck virginity.

Antonio held himself up on his arms, pulled out of the tight warmth of James' behind and stood by the table for a moment before leaving the room. Andy touched the mesmerized Kate on the arm and helped her stand. She looked at him questioningly, but let herself be led across the room to a bed she hadn't noticed before. Andy lifted her sundress over her head and left her naked. Two assistants brought over the dazed James and the two found themselves together on the freshly ironed sheets. There was lust in Kate's eyes and she lay down and pulled James over her in one motion, reached her hand down and guided his extremely hard penis to her opening and into her burning insides. The sensation awoke him from his trance and he began to fuck her in earnest. It took but a minute and Kate was in the throes of the most intense orgasm of her life, her vagina grasping James' penis so hard she was afraid she would snap it in two. But, to him it was pure pleasure and he held himself inside her to feel her cumming before pulling back and slamming into her over and over again as she continued to cum, one set of contractions rolling over into the next set as she lost count of orgasms and time and who was James and who was her. The strange sensations of his first fuck moved now into a new awareness of the full length of his phallus, from the prostate deep within to the tip of the flared and engorged mushroom crown that filled Kate's insides. He slithered and slammed and probed and angled and moved first in one direction and then the other, seeking out every fraction of surface area and how to maximize the sensations to be had within the textures and spaces within Kate's vagina and along her cervix. It was as if they were in the first exploration of one another's bodies and he forgot the urge to come fast and hard, but instead reveled in the gloriousness of tactile discovery. His penis became his organ of touch and sight, became his mind of understanding, his heart, his center of gravity and feeling, the sun around which all planets orbited in the vastness of space which stretched out endlessly around the two of them. Into that great welcoming vacuum of space he spewed the white comets of his sperm, sent off to orbit distant stars and give birth to life in some far-flung galaxy. But he remained here in the closeness of planet earth, nestled in the wet warmth of home, and let his beating heart nestle down into close embrace with Kate as his lungs gasped for breath and fresh air.

The two slept, oblivious to the photographers and the green walls, the tripods and lengths of wire snaking across the studio floor. All they knew was spent pleasure, deep happiness, and warm embrace. And so, let us leave our lovers in their bower, where they will quickly dream away the time.

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Andy handed James a DVD as they got out of the car. Kate's dress was back on, but the fabric clung so close to her skin she looked nearly nude. They waved happily as Andy drove away and collapsed into a close-embraced kiss.

"So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?" Michael stood in the open doorway to the house.

James pulled back just enough to get his mouth out of Kate's face and giggled. "Hi dad, this is Kate. Kate, my dad . . . um . . . "

"Hello Mr. . . . ?"

"You can call me Michael. Nice to meet you Kate. Why don't you two come in rather than making a spectacle of yourselves in the street."

Kate and James followed Michael inside. In the kitchen James sat down on a chair and pulled Kate into his lap, his penis pulsing into erection. She snuggled closert and began working her vagina around the tip.

"I'm guessing you two need some lunch. How about omelets."

"That would be very kind of you," Kate replied politely.

James' dad got out eggs and started breaking them into a mixing bowl. "I'm surprised, Kate. For some reason I thought you would be stripped."

"Dad!" James protested.

"It's alright," Kate soothed. "I guess my parents never got around to it, so I'm not stripped."

"You only just stripped me," James added, "so it's not that unusual."

Michael nodded. He put a skillet on the stove, poured out a bit of olive oil, waited a minute and poured in the beaten egg mixture. He reached over to the counter for the other ingredients, adding cheese, sliced scallions, a few mushrooms and chopped parsley. He stood over the skillet and at just the right moment reached under the cooking omelette with a spatula and folded it neatly in half. Another minute later and he slid the entire thing onto a plate, set it on the table and started on the second one.

When three plates sat ready, Kate pulled herself off James' erection and sat in her own chair.

"So," Michael spoke up, "how did today's photo shoot go? I'm guessing you know James is a model now," he said, turning to Kate.

Kate opened her mouth, but was so surprised she didn't know what to say.

"It was fine," James replied innocuously.

Kate turned to look at him, further amazed.

"How did you two happen to get here at the same time? That was quite a coincidence," Michael observed.

"Well actually, . . . " James began.

"They filmed us fucking at the studio," Kate concluded.

"Kate!"

"Well, they did!" she protested.

Michael looked from Kate to his son.

"I'm quite surprised," his dad said, looking at him.

"Why?"

"Jason said he suspected you were having sex, but . . . "

"Who the hell is Jason? This is the second time this Jason has had some opinion about my personal life," James said heatedly.

"It's just that, well, if Kate were stripped I would have nothing to do with this. But seeing as how she is not, I forbid you two to have sex together."

"Wow, dad!" exclaimed James. "You have the gall to strip me and hand me over to be a porn star, but I'm not supposed to have sex with my own girlfriend. Do you know how ridiculous you sound?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. As long as two people are both stripped, and they're no more than seven years apart in age, the state of Florida says they are completely free to have any kind of sex they like. But since you are still under my jurisdiction, and Kate is not stripped, it is totally permissible for me to ask you to wait."

"Do you even know what I do at this studio I go to every Saturday? Dad?"

"You are a model. Of course I know what you do. You pose and they take pictures of you."

"And I got fucked today, in the ass, by a guy."

"It was so hot," gushed Kate.

"I'm assuming he was stripped?" his dad asked.

"Well, he was rather naked, and fully tanned," Kate reported.

"And he was no more than seven years older than you?" his dad persisted.

"Actually, I have no idea," James replied.

"Hard to tell," concurred Kate.

"Well, I'm sure he was. SunVision seems very concerned to stay on the legal side of things," Michael stated.

James shrugged. "You're missing the point, dad. If I'm getting fucked without anyone even asking me what I think about it, then Kate and I are certainly going to have sex when we feel like it."

James stood up, expecting Kate to follow him.

"I'm starving, James," Kate said, looking up at him. "Can I just finish my food first?"

"Of course," James replied, sitting back down.

Ten minutes later James' father was treated to the rather obvious sounds of noisy and boisterous sex coming from Jason's room.

From that week on James was fucked over and over again at the studios of SunVision. He got to know Antonio and five other guys. There were some hand jobs and some really enjoyable blow jobs, but primarily he was taken in the ass. His protests to his dad aside, he was somewhat in conflict about modeling at SunVision. He was never asked what he wanted and his sex partners were chosen for him. On any given Saturday he was simply expected to show up and follow directives: pose this way, walk that way, lie here, do this, do that. Inevitably the directives had him getting fucked. While he resented the position he was in, he couldn't say he didn't like the sex. He'd learned not only to take full erections into his body, but had to admit he enjoyed being fucked. The guys were young, in great shape, friendly and genuinely enjoyed sex. When they were off camera they joked around and could be tender and caring when Jason was feeling down about something. And then there was Kate. After that first Saturday they never had sex again at the studios, but Kate came often to watch and it was obvious that the whole thing turned her on tremendously. Because Kate wasn't stripped, the two of them couldn't simply have sex anywhere and everywhere like some of their classmates. Nevertheless, James held his own against his father's opinions and maintained his right to openly have Kate over to the house, spend the night and have sex whenever they liked.

"If it makes you so uncomfortable," Kate remarked one day to his father, "you can just pretend that I'm stripped." She lifted her dress over her head and strode down the hallway stark naked. After that she never wore any clothing at James' house.

Michael's efforts to get Kate stripped were rebuffed. When he called her mother to demand that she rectify the situation she replied, "I'm completely aware that she's having sex, I don't mind a bit if the two of them want to do it in my home, and I am disinclined to strip her." He got no further than that and he remained frustrated that Kate and Michael were technically breaking the law.

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The man's hands gripped the controls of the Cessna aircraft with fluid confidence. James felt less comfortable strapped into the "other pilot's" seat, as he thought of it.

"I've got it all under control; you won't have to touch a thing unless I have a heart attack," the older man jested. "Relax and enjoy the ride!"

"This is a very important client of SunVision," Andy had explained to him. "Remember those college scholarships I told you about? He's a big contributor. So go along for the ride, make a good impression and perhaps you'll be one of the lucky ones."

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(The End)