Stripped For Florida: Jan and Mark 6
By Willie B.
williebflorida@gmail.com
Copyright 2014 by Willie B., all rights reserved
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Jan and Mark
by Willie B Florida
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PART 6
They drove quickly
through the streets, Mark's
mother reading the signs and navigating, while his dad concentrated on
traffic
and finally pulled into the hospital driveway.
Mark's mother took charge of the car, while the males
strode through the
double glass doors. Once
inside things
slowed to an agonizing crawl of paperwork, waiting rooms and out of
date
magazines. Mark was
panicked that he'd
ruined Jan's beautiful penis forever.
"I'll
stay erect forever if he'll be okay, I promise," he said. Jan was quiet, doubled
over in pain as they
waited. Finally a
white-coated
Physician's Assistant called out his name and the whole family stood up. They were placed in a
small examination room
and waited for another 20 minutes.
A
gray-haired doctor knocked on the door and entered.
"Good morning folks,
who's the
victim?" he asked jovially.
Jan raised his hand
timidly, still crouched
over in pain. As
the doctor listened to
Jan's heart and palpated his chest he listened to the brief version of
the
story as told by Mark.
"Well, it is certainly
not a good idea to
be taking that many of the pills -- and I hope you two have learned
that it is
extremely important to be honest with the adults in your life when it
comes to
medications. The
consequences can be
quite serious, even fatal. However," he continued, seeing the look of
panic on Mark's face, "I don't think that's what's going on right now
with
Jan."
The doctor had Jan lie
down on the exam table. The
boy's penis was obviously extremely engorged, reddened and erect, but
the
Doctor was busy palpating a little distance away from the member itself. When his fingers touched
just above the hip
bone on one side Jan let out a yelp.
The
doctor nodded. "We
will need to act
quickly. I believe
what we have here is
an acute case of appendicitis. It's
possible the pills exacerbated the pain by bringing so much blood to
the area,
but they can't possibly be the cause.
I'll
get the medical team ready while you work out the insurance details. I'll have a payment
specialist check in with
you here in the room. Buck
up kid,"
encouraged the doctor, "you're going to live.
Another half hour of pain and you'll be on
your way to some relief. See
you soon,
folks!"
"Wow!" gasped Mark,
"appendicitis, just like Madeleine."
Everybody laughed except Jan.
"Who is Madeleine?" he
asked.
"Oh, it's in a kids'
book I used to read
to Mark at bedtime," replied his mother, "she also had her appendix
removed."
"And at the end she
shows off her scar and
all the other kids are jealous," added Mark.
"But you probably won't
have much of a
scar to show off," laughed Mark's dad, "with modern surgery and all,
you'll be as good as new in no time."
They kept up the banter
to keep away Jan's
anxiety until a nurse came to move him to surgery.
"You can all come with me, too,"
the nurse announced. "We
have a
special waiting area upstairs you can use."
Mark felt like hours
passed, although in
reality the prep, surgery and post-op recovery probably only took two
hours. A different
nurse came into the
waiting room and led them to a recovery room where Jan was lying naked
on a
bed. A bandage
covered a tiny area on
his lower torso. He
was groggy from anaesthesia
but otherwise looked the same as ever; better actually since he wasn't
doubled
over in pain. Mark
grimaced when he saw
that Jan's penis was as hard as ever--he still couldn't disassociate
the extra
dose of pills with what had happened today.
"You're sure those pills didn't cause this?" he asked his
parents.
"That's what the doctor
says,"
answered his mother. "I
really
don't see how they could have -- after all appendicitis is an infection
that
takes time to develop."
"That reminds me,"
added his father,
"we need to get you back on those pills."
"Oh, dad, please don't."
"Why not?
Your mother and I think you look great with the larger
penis, plus, it's
Florida fashion!"
"I don't care if it's
fashion. When
you got me those massages in . .
. " Mark suddenly
blushed. He'd
almost walked right into telling his
parents what had happened between himself and Monika.
"The massages, yes?"
pressed his mother.
"Never mind. Let's
just say the pills make me feel really
uncomfortable."
"Jan doesn't seem to mind
the effect of the pills," remarked his mother, looking down at the
erection sported by the recovering boy.
"Um, he doesn't know what
it felt like after . . . " Oh,
shit, thought Mark, there I go again.
I
need to get off this topic, he thought to himself.
"After what, son?"
prodded his father gently.
"I feel more relaxed
without the pills, okay?"
"What happened during your
massages, Mark?" asked his mother. "Didn't they make you feel really
good? They were
supposed to be a special
present."
"They were great mom,
fantastic. Thank
you very much--I mean
it. They were the
best present you've
ever given me!"
"Wow, that's pretty
extreme," his mom replied.
"That good?"
"Yeah, definitely!!!"
"So, am I guessing you
liked the way your body felt when somebody helped you come?"
His mother knew? "You
know about that?"
His mother laughed. "Of
course, honey. What
teen-age boy wouldn't come from having a
massage from a pretty young woman.
But,
you're right, Mark, we did know--or at least we hoped.
We let you have your privacy so we don't know
the details."
Mark blushed and felt his penis
getting stiff, not from the pills this time.
"I, I . . . it . . .
um. It was
wonderful, but I learned
something from that experience and from the pills."
"What did you learn,
son?" asked his father, genuinely curious.
"It felt really good
cumming--better than when I do myself."
Oh shit, Mark blushed as he chastised himself. Now I'm onto another dicey
topic.
"Mark, before you get all
caught up in your worries, let me put this out there in plain English:
every
boy makes himself come, sometimes several times a day.
Every parent knows that their son does
it. There is
nothing to be ashamed
of. In fact, I
think you'll discover
that the State of Florida sort of encourages boys to come in public, if
you can
imagine that. Also,
you should know that
girls do it, too."
Jan murmured something. Mark's
mother was quick to reorient
everyone's attention. "We'll
discuss this at a better time, Mark.
Right now I think we need to attend to Jan. He's just been through
surgery!"
"Take these pills, son,
and let's attend to Jan," said his father.
"I promise we'll resolve things in a day or two."
Mark swallowed the pills in the
interests of keeping things calm and taking care of his friend. He put the empty cup down
on the counter and
went over and stood by Jan.
"Can I snuggle with
you?" he asked, "or are you too sore?"
Jan patted the sheet next to
him and tried to scoot over, but the movement hurt.
Mark grimaced and cuddled up next to Jan in
the available space. The
two boys lay
there skin to skin, talking softly, while Mark's penis slowly rose to
match
Jan's erection.
Jan healed fast. The
new laparoscopic appendectomy procedure
required him to stay in the hospital for only one night, but it was
still
surgery. They
stayed in the hotel for a
couple more days doing quiet activities.
Both boys were kept erect, but refrained from anything
more sexual than
kisses on the lips. Everyone
was getting
bored, so Mark's parents offered to take them to a jewelry shop.
"Why would we want to do
that?" asked Mark.
"They have a lot of fun
stuff here in Florida," said his father mysteriously.
"Your mother and I are dying to try some
of it out on you."
From the outside the store was
nothing very noticeable, but as soon as they entered it was clear this
was
nothing like Mark had ever seen before.
An entire aisle was devoted to dildos ranging from tiny
little oblongs
to enormous parodies of the male organ.
Chains and harnesses hung from the ceiling and Mark didn't
even begin to
register the use of anything in the next aisle he looked at.
"I thought you said this
was a jewelry store," he complained, "this looks more like an adult
X-rated joint."
"I guess you could say
that," agreed his mother, "but with the stripping laws in Florida
these stores aren't just for adults.
See, look over there."
Mark followed her gaze and
immediately cast his eyes down. His
curiosity got the better of him and he looked up again.
A girl of about 12 was on something that
looked like a dentist's chair with her legs splayed out. A technician was
inserting--piercing would be
the better word--a series of small metal rings down the side of her
labia. "Oh my god,
what's that woman doing to
her?" demanded Mark.
A store attendant materialized
next to him and explained. "This
girl is getting labia rings pierced onto both sides of her vulva. She'll have six down each
side when the
procedure is complete."
"But, doesn't it
hurt?"
"No more than getting an
ear pierced," the woman replied calmly.
"She wanted to have this
done?" persisted Mark.
"Oh, I have no idea. It's
a birthday present from her
parents--it's up to them, anyway."
Mark shuddered. He
hoped his parents didn't have some idea
like that. He
decided he needed to
explore the store more thoroughly and educate himself on the
possibilities that
should be avoided. He
had an idea. Turning
to the attendant he said, "So,
my friend and I here would like to know what kinds of things are
available for
boys."
Jan and Mark received a rather
expansive education that morning.
"Man, I had no idea," mumbled Mark on one occasion after
another. Nipple
rings, penis rings,
urethra shafts, penis piercing devices of all types, scrotum rings,
chains,
anal plugs, anal beads, huge anal vibrators, tiny insertable anal
vibrators,
vibrating penis rings, chains of all sorts, harnesses, neck collars,
permanent
ink tattoos, permanent metallic tattoos, permanent laser hair removal,
the list
went on and on. Unfortunately
both
parents and clerks mistook the lengthy tour as an indicator of the
boys'
interest. When they
met up again there
was a new client in the chair by the window: a little girl of five or
six
getting her clitoral hood pierced along with matching earrings. A nervous boy of 8 or 9
stood fidgeting. Obviously
he was next for some procedure or
other.
"We'll give you the
conference room so you can discuss your options," said the clerk,
guiding
them down a short hallway. Mark's
parents and the boys found themselves in a small but plush room with a
polished
oval table and large leather chairs.
The
parents immediately sat down while the two boys remained standing.
"Don't they have some
great stuff!" gushed Mark's mother with enthusiasm.
"Mom, I don't like any of
it. I don't like
these pills and I want
to get out of here," stated Mark.
Jan remained quiet.
"We'd really like to try
some of these things out on you, wouldn't we?" said Mark's father,
glancing at his wife for confirmation.
"Mark, I think you'd look
stunning with a ring, maybe even a piercing," said his mom. "And
think how exciting it would be to have a vibrator in you, or . . . well
just
about anything in the store. Tell
you
what, you choose and we'll buy!"
"You, too, Jan,"
added his dad, "whatever strikes your fancy."
When neither boy responded
Mark's mother reminded them, "This is Florida, you know. You heard what the clerk
said. It's the
parents' choice. They
didn't even ask if those girls wanted to
be pierced. I wonder what they're doing to that little boy?"
Mark shuddered. This
wasn't his thing. He
tried to think clearly. What
could he agree to that wouldn't leave
him disfigured or in a permanent state of erection?
Just as a thought came to him he was
surprised to hear Jan speak up.
"I like the pills, actually,"
Jan said. Then he
shyly added, "but
there is one thing I liked . . . "
"Whatever you want,
Jan. You're our
special guest; just let
us know," encouraged Mark's dad.
"I like one of the rings
that go on the penis."
"It shall be yours!"
declared Mark's mom. "What
about
you Mark?"
"I know you want to try
out a lot of stuff on me, for fun I guess."
Mark looked up at his parents and found them
both nodding. "So,
I have a
suggestion." He
hesitated and then
taking silence as encouragement continued.
"I thought it was kind of funny in Germany that when Jan
was naked
it was his casual outfit and when it was a formal place he wore the
tiny little
bathing suit. Well,
in Florida we can't
do that because we're naked all the time.
So how about if I'm just me, naked, no pills, no jewelry,
nothing --
that's my casual outfit for everyday.
And, when we're doing something more formal you can do
whatever you want
as long as it doesn't involve anything permanent like piercing or
tattoos."
Mark's parents looked at one
another and seemingly communicated by telepathy.
Then Mark's mother got a big grin and they
both nodded. "We
could have some
fun with that," stated his mom.
"That's a good suggestion."
"Okay, but you're not
going to make me take pills every day, or insert a plug or vibrator all
the
time or anything like that," insisted Mark, suspicious that his parents
had agreed so quickly. "Like,
formal occasions -- once a week or less, right?"
"That sounds about
right," said his father, "but we can't promise exactly how
often. We might be
invited to a formal
event two nights in a row. Or
want to go
to a concert or a nice restaurant."
Mark nodded. If he
could just be his regular self at
school, at the beach, at night with Jan!
"Well, Jan has a ring to pick
out and your dad and I have some toys to select so we can outfit you
the next
time there's a formal event." All
told they ended up spending over four hours in the store. Jan and Mark watched in
horrified fascination
as the little boy they'd seen earlier got a ring put through the crown
of his
penis. "As he grows
we'll need to
cut this ring and replace it with a bigger one," instructed the
technician, "so make sure to come in for regular check ups." After the ring was
inserted the boy was
turned on his belly and the boys got to watch as anal beads were
inserted one
after the other into his rectum.
"How does it feel?"
asked the boy's mom.
"It tickles," giggled
the boy. But Jan
noticed that the boy
seemed to like them.
Jan got his ring--a narrow,
delicate band of gold that tucked way up at the base of his penis. Mark had to admit it
looked very nice on his
friend, and it accentuated the erection that Jan evidently enjoyed
having and
displaying. Maybe
the boy just wanted to
look bigger than he was? After
all, he
was still only ten years old. Mark
looked down at his own much larger erection, willing the pills to wear
off so
he could swing free in his natural state.
He was quite happy with the normal size of his penis,
unenhanced by
modern pharmaceuticals.
As they were about to leave Jan
surprised everyone by asking for one more thing.
"I'm sorry, if it is too much trouble,
but . . . "
"That's fine, Jan, what is
it," inquired Mark's mother.
"I think I want to try those
beads, the ones that go in here," Jan said, patting his rear. Mark's mother laughed.
"Of course, I bet they
feel super good," she added. Mark
enjoyed watching the technician insert one bead after another into
Jan's tight
little rosebud until the entire strand disappeared.
A short tag stuck out, nearly invisible
between Jan's buttock's when he stood up, so that the beads could be
safely
removed.
"You'll need to teach him
how to take them out when he needs to take a bowel movement," explained
the technician. "Then
one of
you--maybe his friend here," she said, looking at Mark, "would enjoy
putting them back in."
When they got back to the hotel
Mark fiddled with Jan's penis ring.
He
got a lesson in how to take the beads out of his friend's anus and how
to pop
them back in again. Jan
wiggled his
backside back and forth and giggled.
"I think you enjoy the
toys," observed his mother, "even if you're reluctant to try them
yourself."
"By the way," added
his dad, "we've got a formal restaurant to go to, so are you ready to
get
accessorized?"
"Dad!"
"What? You said you'd like
to go formal once in a while and this night's as good as any."
Mark looked down at his still
erect penis. "Okay,
but no pills,
agreed?"
"Sure!" answered his
dad. "Pills will
not be
necessary."
(The End)