Jan and Mark 2

Stripped For Florida: Jan and Mark 2

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Jan and Mark

by Willie B Florida
comments welcome to: williebflorida@gmail.com

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Part 2

The chance to move to Florida got my wife and I thinking about our son and what he would be wearing there.

"Can you imagine him wandering the streets in one of the Euro-style bikinis -- like your colleagues friend?" My wife enthused.

"But in Florida boys don't really wear skimpy bathing suits -- at least they only do at the beach," I noted.

"Well, we could get him used to wearing as little as possible," she suggested.

"In Florida, as little as possible is naked. If I understand correctly, for example, boys--girls, too for that matter--have to wear either a full uniform to school, or nothing at all."

"When is your next trip to Germany?" she inquired. "We could take him there and get him used to wearing less and then when we move to Florida in the fall we could strip him completely."

Thus it was decided that my wife and son would join me on my next business trip to Germany. It would be late summer and a perfect time to keep him clad in a bathing suit. I consulted my colleague in Germany.

"Well, he is a little older, and he's not used to it since early childhood like German boys, but I can help." We continued the conversation for a bit and thus hatched a plan.

My son is 14 years old, a bit small for his age, but already into puberty. He has dark hair and although his skin is light, it browns quickly in the sun due to my Italian ancestry. His name is Mark and he was immediately excited about the idea of a family vacation, even if it did mean accompanying me on business appointments. Within a few weeks we were in business class, flying across the Atlantic.

My colleague met us at the airport, his son in tow. I think Mark was a little taken aback at the boy's casual attire -- a tangerine-colored bikini-style boy's water polo suit with one inch sides. But Jan's friendly nature soon won Mark over and they started chatting about iPods, music, sports, drawing styles, and skateboards. At the hotel Jan and my host made sure our reservations were in order and promised to meet us later in the day. I was a little disappointed that they didn't stick around longer so Mark could witness Jan being relieved of his swimsuit, but figured it was perhaps better not to rush things. We unpacked and then went downstairs to get a bite to eat.

"Dad," exclaimed Mark, "most of the kids here aren't wearing anything to swim in. I mean, they're naked."

"That's the custom here in Germany," I answered.

"See, some of the women are topless and even some of the men are naked as well," remarked my wife.

Mark tried not to be too obvious as he craned his neck to get a look at the topless women. I chuckled at his obvious interest. This plan was going to work out!

After lunch I asked Mark if he wanted to swim.

"Only if I can wear a swimsuit," he replied.

"Sure, why not?" I answered.

The three of us enjoyed swimming. Nobody seemed particularly interested in our conservatively cut American mid-western bathing attire. Afterwards we headed to our room to get a nap, the day's travel having worn us out. Evening came and we heard a gentle knock on the door. There stood Jan and his father.

"Refreshed, I hope," asked our host. "We're ready to take you out for a real dinner." As promised, we went out to a much nicer place to eat than that offered by the hotel pool. Jan had on his formal attire, a black bikini. He and Mark enjoyed one another's company and we adults had a most pleasant evening.

We had reserved just one hotel room for our family of three, only partially for reasons of economy. As we lay there in the darkness, our son only a few feet away from our bed I grinned at the plan being put in place. I was keenly aware of the usual habits of a boy in the throes of puberty and was sure that Mark was missing the privacy of his own room at home.

The next day was full of business appointments. My colleague and I took Mark and the bikini clad Jan with us to a succession of meetings and a business lunch. By mid-afternoon I could see that Mark's enthusiasm was waning.

"One more stop and we're going back to the hotel," I reassured my son.

He nodded gamely. When we got there I suggested he go for a swim, "and then your mother and I have arranged something new for you."

Mark's interest perked up. "What is it?" he asked.

"Well, in Germany it is very common to have health clubs and spas attached to hotels. It is much more ordinary for people to get various health treatments on a regular basis. We wondered if you might enjoy experiencing a German massage."

"Okay," Mark shrugged.

"A very nice young lady was available for this afternoon and I booked an appointment for 4:00. I can still cancel it if you don't want it."

"Um, no, that's okay -- I'll try it." Mark's feigned nonchalance was getting more forced. The mention of the female masseuse had certainly gotten his attention.

"In that case, take a swim and then head straight over to the spa on the opposite side of the pool from the restaurant. You won't need anything other than your suit since a massage is done in the nude."

"I don't know if I can do that, dad," protested Mark.

"Well, you're in the nude, but under a towel."

Mark let out his breath. "Oh, okay."

"Enjoy yourself. There's a clock on the wall by the pool -- don't miss your appointment."

Mark put on his flip flops, threw a towel over his shoulder and looked at himself in the mirror. His blue swimsuit had pockets on the sides, a button closure, and white stripes down the sides. They came down to just below his knees. His belly looked acceptably flat and in shape, although he wished his chest were more filled out and muscular. He shrugged and wondered if he should put on a shirt. Jan wore nothing but his tiny little speedo thing all the time and he felt embarrassed without a shirt? He took a breath and decided to meet his fears and head out shirtless. In the elevator a mother and daughter got on. Mark braced himself for stares or comments, but they hardly seemed to notice him other than a quick nod of hello from the woman.

The pool was nearly empty and Mark busied himself with laps, keeping an eye on the clock. He was nervous about the massage, but excited as well. What would it feel like to be naked under a sheet while a woman ran her hands over his body? Suddenly it was 4 o'clock. Mark got out, dried himself off, found his flip flops and walked over to the spa.

"You must be Mark," said a young woman who had obviously been waiting for him. She spoke English with just a trace of German accent.

Mark nodded.

"Is this your first massage? You seem a little nervous."

"Um, yeah."

"Please don't worry. We'll be in this room here," she said, opening a door to a well-proportioned room with a table, a Japanese-style folding screen and two small windows. "My name is Monika and I assure you that you will be less nervous by the time we finish today's session. I'll leave the room so you can undress. Just put your wet bathing suit and towel on the counter here and make yourself comfortable under the sheet. We'll start by working on your back, so you can lay down on your stomach." She showed him how to use the face cradle and then left the room. Mark peered around nervously, looking at everything in the room. Gingerly he worked the wet suit down his legs and wrapped it in his towel, placing both on the counter as instructed. A sheet covered the massage table and he got himself under it, pulled it all the way up to his neck, turned over onto his front and put his face in the cradle thing. He was very aware of his naked skin covered with a thin layer of material. A gentle knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Mark replied.

Monika came into the room and turned on a sound system, filling the room with the lulling sounds of surf and ocean waves. She carefully folded the sheet back a little, uncovering the upper portion of Mark's back and began working his shoulders and upper back. Her hands were warm and she was using some type of oil or lotion. The wave sounds were soothing. Mark found himself letting go of the tensions brought on by airplane travel, being in a new country, nervousness about his body, and getting his first massage. Monika folded the sheet back to access his left foot and calf and worked her way up to just above the knee. The massage continued and Monika worked each area, uncovering him as she went. When she finished working his lower back she rolled the sheet up completely and removed it from the table. As her hands touched his buttocks he realized that he was completely exposed and that his dick was growing. The strokes and the touch felt good, the room was warm and soothing and Mark let Monika continue the massage.

"Okay, Mark. I'm going to ask you to turn over so I can work on the other side."

Mark hesitated. Wasn't she going to put the sheet back on? She had seen his backside completely naked, but what about his now total hard-on?

As if guessing his worry Monika got right to the point: "Don't worry, most boys get hard during a massage. It is totally normal and nothing I haven't seen hundreds of times."

Really? She was used to this? Slowly Mark turned over, adjusting himself so that his head was on the table. Monika removed the face cradle, put more lotion on her hands and began working his feet as though she did this every day. Mark's penis did not lie down. It was so hard it remained in the air, parallel to his stomach. Monika worked her way up his legs and thighs, doing nothing to make his penis any softer. She shifted then and worked his scalp, neck and upper shoulders before beginning to work her hands down the front of his torso. Monika began making long strokes, sweeping her hand from his toe to his neck. As she repeated the motion over and over Mark began to feel like his entire body was one long erection. On one sweep her hand lightly brushed his dick, whether on purpose or by accident he could not tell. She walked over to the other side and began the same long sweeping motions on his right side. Again her hand lightly brushed his erection a couple of times. She moved into a series of deep strokes on his belly, on either side of his pulsing penis.

"This is completely normal for a boy your age, Mark. Are you comfortable with this or shall I stop? It is up to you."

Don't stop! thought Mark, his penis raging for touch, touch, touch. Out loud he said, "It's fine."

Monika's hand ran along the side of his penis. "I'll continue with the massage, then. I don't like to leave any part of the body left out. If at any time you're uncomfortable just say so, or raise one of your hands and I'll stop at once."

Mark nodded. Monika seemed to be waiting for a more definite answer so he said, "Okay, you can go ahead."

Monika continued working his belly and then with a fresh application of lotion ran her hand quite deliberately the full length of his erection. She began massaging his groin on either side of penis and all along its length, both the top and the underside. She alternated this with long strokes up his legs, penis and torso. Mark couldn't tell if he was relaxing or tensing but he didn't want her to stop. Suddenly he realized with terrible embarrassment that he was about to come.

"I'm . . . "

"Just let it happen," she said and stroked in long passes along his entire body as he suddenly went into the convulsions of the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. She continued to stroke the skin of his penis gently as he came and then gave his entire body a few more passes before finishing up with his head cradled in her hands. He lay there gasping, staring at the ceiling and . . . well, feeling fantastic.

"I'll leave the room so you can relax. Take your time and get up when you're ready. There is a large glass of water on the counter which I want you to drink completely. I see that you have no dry clothes to wear, so if you feel you must put something on I suggest you wrap the towel around yourself. I will be in the other room -- do not rush." Monika left the room and Mark lay on the table unable to get up for some time. When he did, he used his swimsuit to wipe down his body where the ejaculation had landed. He wrapped himself in the towel as Monika had suggested and drank down the water. Putting his flip flops back on he opened the door. Monika was at a desk doing paperwork.

"So, how was your first massage, Mark?"

"Um, very good. Thank you." What was he supposed to say?

"I guess that means you liked it. Can I expect you back for another session?"

"Yeah, sure, that would be nice," he stammered.

"Excellent, have a good day, and I hope to see you again during your stay."

Mark said good-bye and crossed the pool area to the hotel lobby. It felt strange wearing just a towel in the middle of the hotel, but then again, there were kids swimming completely naked in the pool behind him. When he got up to the room his parents were sitting in the chairs by the window. He had sort of hoped he'd be by himself for a little while.

"How was it, Mark?" asked his mother.

"Um, okay, nice. Thank you," Mark heard himself stammering.

"I take it you enjoyed it then," added his dad with the glimmer of a smile. Mark wondered if they knew -- no, there was no way. He was sure a massage wasn't supposed to include . . . somehow he and Monika. Mark was confused, but it had felt so good that he really didn't want to resolve the confusion too much. What was his dad saying? "We can schedule you another session then."

Mark wasn't sure what had come before that so he just replied, "Yeah, sure, okay."

A knock sounded on the door. "Could you get that please," asked his mother.

Mark realized he was still wearing just a towel. On the other hand, he'd walked through the entire hotel this way. He went to answer the door. Jan and his dad were there.

(The End)