Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 1
By Willie B.
Copyright 2012 by Willie B., all rights reserved
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JASON AND AMARE
A Stripped For Florida story in eleven parts
Jason was looking forward to his Florida vacation, but the flight
down from New Jersey gave him time to indulge in some of his worries. His aunt had seen him to the security gate at
Newark Airport that morning. After that
he'd been on his own except for the cursory attention paid by overworked
airline employees assigned to make sure he didn't get on the wrong plane. Aunt Josephine was actually his Great-Aunt,
a fact she didn't want to be reminded of too often. "Makes me feel old!" she would
"Well," thought Jason, "she wasn't exactly
young." Jason had lived with Aunt
Josephine from the time his mother had been diagnosed with cancer. Now his mother was dead. That was a fact Jason wished he could
forget. Not exactly that -- it was a
fact he wished weren't true. One of the
reasons Jason was on his way to Florida was to get his brooding mind off that
fact. The second reason was that his
Uncle -- his real uncle, his mother's older brother -- had adopted a boy
Jason's age. The two of them were
supposed to meet one another, go camping, and supposedly have a happy life,
forever and ever, sweetness and light, no more problems. Jason would no longer be depressed, the other
boy would get over . . . whatever it was he was suffering from. Sure, right, fat chance, Jason thought. How
is anything supposed to go right in my life.
A 14 year old boy wasn't supposed to have no mother. He'd never had a father. He barely knew his uncle. And he lived with Aunt Josephine who was all
right, but she wasn't his mother and no matter what she said, she certainly was
The plane banked to the left, drawing Jason out of his reverie. Below he could see the glint of sun off the
ocean, and inland, the mirrored reflection of what looked like hundreds of
watery snakes. Through the midst of them
ran a broad, meandering river. As the
plane continued to curve he saw that the land was as much water as it was dry
in all directions. The chimes rang in
the plane's interior and the captain's voice came through into the cabin.
"Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I ask you to fasten your seat belts
for our descent into Jacksonville International Airport. The local time is 1:23 pm and the temperature
on the ground is a pleasant 87 degrees Fahrenheit. Please keep your seat belts fastened until
we've made a complete stop at our jetport.
Make sure not to leave anything behind when you deplane and we look
forward to seeing you again on Azure Blue."
Jason strapped himself in, looked nervously around at his fellow
passengers and turned back to the window.
Florida. His uncle whom he barely
knew was supposed to pick him up. There was this boy he didn't know much of
anything about. These were submerged
worries. What really intrigued him and
had him nervous at the same time were the rumours he'd heard about
Florida. Not exactly rumours, but facts
he'd been told. What he couldn't sort
out was which of these facts he really believed, and, possibly more importantly,
which of them he might actually want to be true.
Seven years ago a worldwide treaty had been signed which gave local
areas much greater autonomy in setting the standards that governed community
conduct. The rulings that had gone into
effect were called the DECENT laws -- a nice play on the words
"decentralization" and "decent." Behind all this fancy language was a reality
that made Jason very nervous about arriving in Florida. Most places in the world, including Jason's
home state of New Jersey had used DECENT to impose much tighter, more
conservative decency laws. In other
words, when Jason and his friends went to the beach they wore long, baggy
shorts and t-shirts. In town they wore
long shorts with belts -- no sagging! -- shirts with sleeves and collars, and
no bare feet allowed in public venues.
Sports were conducted in modest attire as approved by local ordinances
and the commissions regulating each athletic endeavour. The rules for girls were equally strict.
Jason had been told that Florida was different. He'd even seen vacation photos taken by a
couple of his Aunt's friends that seemed to prove the point. Kids naked on the beaches! Women wearing bikinis, men in tight shorts,
speedos, even thongs! This was all hard
to believe, but supposedly very true.
The rumours he'd heard were even wilder. Supposedly if you were a kid
you could end up being stripped naked and have to stay that way for months,
years, even for life! Jason couldn't
wait to see if this were true, because he secretly wanted to see what all those
tanned Florida boys looked like naked.
On the other hand he was terrified that he'd be one of the ones
stripped. Did they just rip your clothes
off when you stepped off the plane? Was
everyone naked or just a couple of kids here and there? The landing gear hit the runway and for a
brief moment Jason's mind stopped reeling.
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Jason pulled his bag out from under the seat and waited patiently
while his fellow passengers on the flight from New Jersey gathered their things
and slowly shuffled up the aisle. He
nodded when the flight attendant said good-bye at the door and stepped into the
jet way. As he walked up the slight
slope he peered ahead into the terminal to catch sight of his uncle. It had been so long since he'd seen him that
he worried that neither he nor his uncle would recognize one another. Just then he saw his uncle's face -- how
could he forget? Uncle Jim looked like a
slightly more handsome, rugged version of his mother, Janet. Suddenly bashful and feeling tears coming on
as he thought of his mother, he put his head down. His uncle came up and wrapped him in his arms
and held him tight. At last Jim said,
"Welcome to Florida, Jason. It's so
good to have you here. I'd like you to
meet Amaré. We can talk more as we
drive, so let's get your things here and find the car, a place to eat, and
catch up on the news!" Jim took
each boy by the shoulder and walked tall between the two of them. Jason and Amaré looked across Jim's chest at
one another, curiosity in their eyes
With his arm around Jason's shoulder, Jim gently guided him around a
bend in the corridor. They emerged into
a large atrium. Bright Florida sunlight
spilled down onto potted palms and a gigantic blue-hued floor mosaic. Jason looked around and gasped! "Hey, you're going to fall on your face
if you stop so suddenly," laughed his uncle.
Amaré giggled. "You see something you like?"
Jason blushed. Naked
boys. There were naked boys! Actually there were naked girls and naked
boys, but it was definitely the naked boys that caught his attention. Feeling embarrassed he pulled his eyes away
only to be confronted by a larger than life image of two blond
adolescents. Jason was mesmerized. He
caught himself wondering if the two boys were lovers. As he stared he suddenly
realized that one of them was quite distinctly male, but not the other. In fact, even though Jason had not really
seen many -- if any -- adolescent girls in the nude, he knew quite clearly this
was a girl. Still, the resemblance was
uncanny. These two were as similar as
two non-identical twins could be.
"I see you've noticed the Sunshine State's unique concept of
saying 'welcome'." Jim's voice caught Jason by surprise and he turned and
looked up at him questioningly.
"Oh, you don't know what that is, do you? I forget how much things have changed in
Florida . . . and in New Jersey, too, I'm guessing. Do you know about Stripped
For Florida and all that?"
Jason slowly shook his head back and forth. "No . . . I . . . no, I mean no, I don't
even know what that means."
"Hmmm, I see. Well,
let's just take it one step at a time.
Florida's going to be a bit of a culture shock for you. Just like it has
been for Amaré, but for completely different reasons. I hadn't thought about it, but Ethiopia, New
Jersey and Florida are all completely foreign to one another in odd sorts of
ways. For starters, you're going to be
seeing lots of naked kids and teenagers. Get used to it, because that's the way
it is. I can tell that you like some of what you see, so I have a feeling it
won't be such a bad experience." Uncle Jim gave him a wink and a
The trio headed across the broad atrium. Jason tried hard to get a look at all the
naked boys without being too obvious about it.
There were very young kids, kids his age, and teens. Some were sunburnt,
tan lines obscured by recent sun exposure, dragging bags and Florida
souvenirs. Obviously tourists heading
toward flights that would take them back to wherever they had come from. Fewer in number, but more striking to Jason
were older kids and even some young adults that strode through the airport as
if they'd been naked all their lives. Clad in skin colours ranging from
chestnut brown to deep coffee black they seemed as right and natural as any creature
in this world going about the business of daily life. Who would want to see a leopard in a suit,
thought Jason? This thought was a new
one, and he pondered it as they exited the terminal and walked across a bridge
into the parking garage.
After a short drive, Jim pulled into a Waffle House and unlocked the
doors. "Hope you don't mind simple
fare, me lad," he laughed. Amaré
hopped out and held the door for Jason, smiling at him shyly. Jason looked at the menu and then nearly
dropped it when the waiter came up to take their order. A stark naked lad of 18 or 19 stood there
smiling at them. "What can I get for two charming boys and their
caretaker? Want the full treatment or just a snack!" Jason blinked back at the boy's white-toothed
smile and cheery demeanour Jason wasn't
complaining, but Uncle Jim was right -- pleasant or not, this was
culture-shock. Not able to scan the menu
or think any further on the subject Jason decided to order the same thing as
While they were eating Jim explained that they were going to drive
across the peninsula to the area around the Suwannee River. "I've got a little travel trailer. Amaré and I have been living there. We can also camp by the river, explore some
isolated springs, swim, catch some fish . . . it's a great place and I think
you'll really enjoy it." Jim went
on to explain that his own life had experienced a wonderful and unexpected
change when he'd decided to bring Amaré with him to Florida. "I met him while working on an
environmental consulting job in Ethiopia.
There's a huge dam going up -- possibly one of the most disruptive hydro
projects in the world right now, outside of China, and that's saying a
lot. Anyway, I was part of a team called
in by the United Nations to suggest ways to lessen the damage for peoples
living downstream. Not stop the project,
mind you, that wasn't given to us as one of the options. While I was there I met Amaré in a Red Cross
refugee camp. He had no family, and no place to go back to. We took to each other and here we are! Amaré is shy like you," Jim winked at
each of the boys in turn, causing them both to giggle. "But he's got a
better excuse: he's still learning English!
I hope the two of you will become friends so we can all be family
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"Okay boys, I think it's time for a bit of wilderness
experience. Maybe it'll get the wildness
into the two of you as well -- everyone's being a bit too shy and we don't have
forever before we have to send you back, Jason."
Amaré and Jason both nodded. They'd been good
boys--too good, thought Jim. Time to
help them forget their inhibitions and start living a little. He started issuing requests for particular
items stowed about the trailer.
"Let's get our stuff together for camping." Jim showed the
boys how to put up the camping tent and fold it up tight again; How to choose
items that didn't weigh too much; and how to get everything to fit into their
"Where are we going to go, Uncle?" asked Jason.
"There's still a bit of wilderness left in these parts if you
know where to go. After awhile we'll be
pretty much out of the way of civilization and then maybe we can start making
our own Stripped For Florida plan."
Jason was too embarrassed to ask what he meant. He was eager to experience whatever there was
to do in Florida, but he was a little disappointed to hear that they were
getting even farther from other people.
Jason was still apprehensive about the nudity part of Florida, but in
the short time they'd been in Jacksonville and in the small towns on the way to
Jim's cabin he'd enjoyed the sight of naked boys. He was surprised to see totally clothed kids
and completely naked ones hanging out together as if it were the most normal
thing in the world. They'd spent the
last couple of days at Jim's cabin, helping clear pathways, chopping wood,
making meals together, and playing simple games. Amaré's English didn't seem that bad, but he
was shy about using it. Jason was accustomed
to living with his Great Aunt and had gotten used to being fairly quiet, so it
was mostly Uncle Jim doing the talking and coming up with ideas for what to do
next. Going trekking was the current
idea and the boys were ready to go along for the adventure.
After a couple of hours walk, Jim hoisted his pack off his back and
leaned it against a tree. "I've got
to take a leak and then there's something special I want to share with you
two." Jim ambled off into the woods
about 10 feet and peed against a tree, doing nothing much to hide what he was
doing. Amaré grinned at Jason, who
grinned back. Pulling up his zipper Jim
came back and smiled: "You can take those packs off and leave them
here. No one's going to be wandering
around these woods. If you come with me
I want to show you something."
Jim led the boys down a small slope and told them to watch their
step as they descended a craggy limestone outcropping. This was very different
from the flat pine-needle trail they'd followed until now; finding their way
between short bright green palmettos in the airy longleaf pine forest. Jason
followed, pushing through some thick bushes and caught his breath. A round eye of blue shone below them, as if
the sky itself were bubbling out of the earth. The water was so luminescent
that Jason forgot his shyness and blurted out, "But, where does the light
come from, underwater?"
Jim laughed. "This is a
Florida spring -- not one of the big first or second magnitude ones, but a
wonder just the same -- and quite secluded, which makes it even more special
for us. The water is so clear that the
sunlight from above shines right down to the bottom. That's what makes it look as if it were lit
up from inside. The blue colour is from
the limestone and other minerals the water brings forth from underground. The
minerals have another nice quality -- they make your skin feel wonderful! Come on, let's take a swim."
With that Jim began taking his clothes off. Jason could see right away that his uncle
planned to strip completely naked. To
his surprise he noted that Amaré was doing the same. Jason began to undress as well, but not with
the same nonchalance as the other two.
In fact, he didn't have much time to look over either of their naked
bodies as they were running nude down the slope and diving into the water while
he was still worrying over whether to take his pants off first and then his
shirt, or the other way around.
"Come on in," shouted Amaré, "it is too
wonderful!" Jason hastened down the
hill, worrying that his penis was too small, that he looked too pale, that he'd
forgotten how to swim. Then he touched
the water and stopped. "Jeez, this water is cold!!!"
Amaré and Jim both laughed.
"It is invigorating, shall we say," remarked Jim. "I
suggest you get in quickly and don't think about it too much. It feels
fantastic once you're submerged."
Jason braced himself for the cold and then plunged in, putting his
head under and coming up for air. The
water did feel good. Amaré splashed him
and yelled out, "Last one to get to that rock is a rotten egg." Jason grinned at the American idiom and went
into a fast crawl stroke. Amaré beat
him, but just barely. They followed up
with another race, tried out different strokes, found a deeper place where they
could try dives, and pulled themselves out on some mossy rocks, laughing and
catching their breath. "See,"
said Amaré, pointing toward the middle of the pool, "That is where the
water comes from the earth. Do you think
we can swim to it?"
"Why not?" inquired Jason. "It doesn't look so
"The water is strong -- it is pushing up, so we have to be
patient to get there." Amaré pantomimed swimming with regular strokes.
"Maybe you mean 'persistent' -- not patient," suggested
"It is a new word, what does it mean?"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be critical." Jason felt bad
and blushed in embarrassment.
"No, it is okay. I want
to learn English very well. You should
always tell me the best way to say something.
I have the same reaction as you," added Amaré.
"What? What reaction?" Jason was confused.
"I also turn red when I say something to make my friend feel
bad. But I'm lucky -- my skin is already dark so you can't see it."
Jason laughed. He was also touched.
Amaré had called him a friend.
"And you," Jason replied, "are my friend."
Amaré surprised him by touching him on the leg and then reaching
over to hug him. The touch of wet skin
felt good in the warm air. Jason
wondered at Amaré's ease with his body.
He's sitting here naked, giving me a hug, but he's obviously not naked
all the time like some of the boys in Florida.
Jason was seething with questions?
Why were some kids naked and others not.
Why had Jim and Amaré met him at the airport clothed, been clothed all this
time, in fact? But, suddenly they were
stripping off as if it were an everyday thing?
Maybe it was just for swimming.
That sort of made sense. Jason
knew that before the DECENT laws some people had done something called
"skinny dipping" even in New Jersey.
He remembered one of his teachers telling the class about Ben Franklin
and Walt Whitman and other famous Americans who were fond of swimming
naked. "A charming old fag,"
was his Aunt's response when Jason told her about his teacher.
They made a valiant effort to reach the very bottom of the spring,
but as Amaré had predicted it was hard work.
The force of the water gushing forth from the spring was much greater
than Jason could have imagined. At last
they gave up and returned to their rocky perch.
Jim swam over and suggested they continue their trek for a little while
"We should make a little more mileage today. Then we can set up camp, catch dinner and
prepare it. It's better to get all that
done while there is still daylight. Two
good things to keep you in good spirits.
There's more water where we'll be camping, so you can swim again and
catch some fish for supper. And, we
don't have to bother to get dressed again.
The weather's warm enough and bare skin feels good."
Is this how it works in Florida, wondered Jason. One minute you're all dressed, the next
you're wandering the woods naked as the day you were born?
END OF PART 1