Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 4 and 5
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
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had run onto the beach like a boy starved!
The scene was like the familiar Jersey Shore,
but a hundred times better. The
buildings were taller, the sand whiter, the water warmer, the surf
none of that mattered;
there were boys, boys, boys. Boys
tight suits, boys in jammers, boys in surf shirts, and boys naked,
stripped, tanned, burned, naked, naked, naked.
All else forgotten, Jason let his eyes feast.
latched on pretty quickly to the gay boy
scene. Clothed or
not, the signals were
the same ones he knew from home.
Stripped naked, he hoped his shyness had been stripped
away, too. Back
home he certainly suffered his share of
every middle school
boy? "Hey homo."
doing fag?" "Watch your backside around Jason."
were the boys who hurled the
insults and the ones who took them -- usually silently.
Every once in a while some kid would mouth
back, "Wanna make something of it?" or "Oh, yeah, what about
your brother?" Jason
enough to note that whatever determined the division into givers and
it had almost nothing to do with who was gay or who was straight. While Jason had known for
ever that he was
attracted to boys, he had too good a sense of self-preservation to let
else in on the secret. Besides,
shy. Today, he had
been willing to
change all that. He'd
found the scene on
the beach, kidded around with the boys, wiggled his hips, pursed his
showed off his body. He
found he enjoyed
being seen as well as looking. The
banter came easily enough and next thing he knew the crowd had swirled
along and they were walking down the row of shops facing the beach.
The boys who
wore swim suits gravitated toward the surf shops and clothing stores,
fashion and trying things on. Jason
found out soon enough that he and the other stripped boys were barred
doing more than running their fingers along the racks of clothing. There was an entirely
different scene going
on that Jason found fascinating. Boys
were coming out of shops airbrushed in bright colours, or with simple
dagger designs etched in temporary ink along their flanks. There were entire stores
glittering micro-gem skin implant designs.
Some of Jason's new acquaintances dragged him into one of
rooms. In the eerie
blue of black lights
boys on small stages twisted and turned, modelling micro-implants that
invisible in regular light. Jason
shuddered as he imagined the pain of getting the implants placed along
penis shaft. Two of
the boys on stage
had raging hard-ons that shimmered and flashed with the special gems.
it seemed like a lot of the boys he'd seen today were hard. How did they manage to
stay that way for so
long? He was used
to waking every
morning with an erection. At
times during the day he'd quickly try to think himself away from
or manage to stand behind a tree or the tent or something until a
erection went back down. But
the boys he'd met on the beach had been rock hard since the first
laid eyes on them.
The next shop
did permanent tattoos, but also total body shaves, permanent laser hair
removal, and piercings. Jason
spellbound as employees lathered up a boy and ran razors cleanly over
leaving his body smooth and silky.
the back, the piercings were done in open booths. Jason watched with a
of horror and fascination as a father brought in a boy not much older
himself, signed permission forms and stood alongside the wall to watch. Store employees prepped
the boy's penis with
antiseptic, gave him an injection in his thigh and after letting the
anaesthesia take effect began work.
Jason had never imagined it possible to run something into
the pee hole
and urethra and actually come out through the top of the boy's penis! A stainless steel ring was
run through the
whole thing and then soldered in place.
The boy craned his neck to see what was going on and gave
his father a
little grin. "You're
there, boy, looking good," praised his father.
In this way
Jason immersed himself in the boy scene along the beach. He drifted in and out of
groups of boys as
they moved from one place to another, sometimes seeing some of the
guys he'd met on the beach and then moving on with a totally different
crowd. Groups of
boys drifted up and
down the boulevard, bikini clad or nude, dazzling in micro-gems,
shaved or tanned to deep hues. His
had shown Amaré and Jason the spot at the pier where they were all to
7:00 in the evening. He had been quite clear about it. At that point
let himself get swept up in the scene. But by now all sense of time and
responsibility were quickly fading away at the periphery of his
and a blazing light show of pinks, oranges and turquoise exploded over
Gulf. On any other
day Jason would have
been mesmerized by the unbelievable spectacle.
But when one of the gang nudged his shoulder, "Hey, man,
hitting the clubs -- want to come?" he was off.
They worked their way up the streets headed
away from the Gulf, laughing and talking all at once, bodies bumping up
one another. With
his newly attuned
fashion sense, Jason checked out the boys in the group.
One boy had elaborate micro-gem butterfly
patterns inlaid across his buttocks, up his lower back and reaching
his abdomen. Two
boys had penis
piercings, although nothing as elaborate as what Jason had watched in
tattoo parlour Several
boys had splurged
for airbrushing that would need to be washed off by the next day. There were even a couple
of boys who sported
no jewelry or adornment at all -- just plain skin, like Jason. He
of these boys were from Florida, as tanned and comfortable as they were
their bodies. But
he wasn't entirely
sure of that. After
all, just a week in
the woods and on the river and he was pretty tanned himself.
The boys jostled
up the sidewalk, lit by streetlights, stores and the headlights of
traffic. A few
times they spilled out
into the street itself, cars honking as they swerved not to hit them. The boys laughed and ran
up ahead, dodging
traffic. Jason saw
a couple of boys duck
into a doorway ahead. When he came even with the place the boys next to
grabbed his arm and gestured him to follow.
They slipped into an unmarked metal doorway and Jason
found himself in a
long corridor. A
little farther along
they opened another door. It
connected various pieces of
equipment and lights could be seen through the gap in black curtains. Jason could hear loud
music and the sound of
people talking and laughing. The
edged themselves carefully along the edge of the wall, stepping over
the boy ahead of him,
Jason stepped through another gap in the curtains and found himself
large space. A
stage to his left was lit
by red, yellow and blue theatre lights.
Evidently they had just come in from behind the dark
curtains along the
back. In front of
the stage was a moving
mass of people, gyrating to music and speckled by the constantly moving
of lights and a large disco ball overhead.
yourself, man! This is the best club in town.
You might even find a lover boy to take you home for the
night." He felt an
squeeze from the boy who'd helped him navigate the darkness backstage,
he was alone. Jason
gaped out at the
moving mass of dancers. As
his eyes adjusted
somewhat to the dark and the flashing lights he picked out individual
naked young men, micro-gems flashing on their skin; older men in
t-shirts, tank tops, or leather; a couple of very tall,
in sequined gowns. Before
decide what to do a good-looking young man took him by the arm. The man crooned
seductively low in his ear,
inviting him onto the dance floor.
found his naked body squeezed tight between the dancers as the young
him expertly through the crowd to an opening directly under the disco
that he was not going to be shy
tonight, Jason began to breathe again, let the pulse of the pounding
into his bones, and began to sway and groove to the beat. When the song reached its
end another began
just as Jason found himself being handed off to another man, swirling
through the crowd to another space where they could move together. For what seemed like hours
and hours Jason
danced until his throat felt parched with thirst, his feet worn out
pounding on the floor, his ears throbbing from the incessantly loud
the dance beat. When
he was sure he
could take it no more he felt himself enveloped in supportive arms and
against a man's broad and welcoming chest.
Jason let himself be held, comforted by the touch. The man led him to the
side of the dance
floor to a small table. A
long bar ran
beside the tables. Gesturing
bartender, the man ordered something small and red and offered it to
Jason. The liquid
was sweet and bitter
and like fire, but it warmed Jason's body and he looked up into the
The man who held
him close was about 5 foot 9, had dark hair sprinkled with grey, was
casually expensive dark trousers and a jacket over a white t, and had a
stud in one ear. He
was slightly stocky,
but felt sturdy and strong. Jason
not say what his age might be except that it was somewhere over 50. "Let's get you out of
the man gently. "I think you've probably had enough dancing for one
evening and I think all your young friends have found their way to
parties by now." With
that, the man
walked Jason out to the front entrance, tipped the bouncer a couple of
bills and still holding Jason close guided him to a black Lexus parked
curb. The seatbelt
fastened over Jason's nude body as the door closed; the man slipped
driver's seat and started up the car with a barely perceptible hum. Soon they were gliding
through the darkened
streets and out onto a four-lane highway.
The man accelerated, driving fast, but the car was smooth
and he kept it
under easy and tight control. Jason
drifted near sleep. The fatigue was catching up with him. He'd had a
of sun, beach, shops, dancing and thousands of new sensations. When the car slowed to a
stop, Jason opened
his eyes long enough to see the man punching numbers into a pad; a
slid out of the way. Jason read the lit sign at the side of the drive,
"Calido Naturist Villa Resort." The car glided through the opening
and sped through the dark. Every
a while they would pass a large home, lit by hidden lights. The eerie apparition of a
fountain lit from
underneath with blue and yellow lights poured water upwards into the
the car banked a corner. A
opened ahead. The
car slid inside and
the driver turned off the engine.
END PART 4
home, young lad. Welcome!" He walked around the car
and opened the
door. As he did so
automatically slid back and Jason stepped out.
The two proceeded from the garage into the house. "You can take a shower
right in here
while I get us something to eat. You are my visitor and we shall spare
comforts," the man announced grandly.
Jason giggled at the exaggerated gesture.
The man led Jason into a large bathroom.
"The shower is in here, there's soap, shampoo and body wash. I'm putting out a fresh
towel. When you're
done just step through this other
door here and we'll eat. Take
as long as
The shower made
up its own little room and featured a large overhead fixture and
nozzles along the sides. Jason experimented with the various knobs and
settings. The water jetting over his skin felt wonderful. He realized he was filthy;
sweaty and dirty
from a long day outdoors and then dancing. For the first time he felt
embarrassed to have been riding in this man's fancy car while covered
dirt. Oh well, he
thought, he'd get
clean now. The
soaps and shampoos were
arranged on a little tray and Jason tried a little of each. He scrubbed his skin and
dug his fingers down
into his scalp when he washed his hair.
He made sure to get into all the crevices that boys can
forget to wash,
including his armpits, neck, behind his ears, crotch, backside and
toes. In spite of
his long day he began
to feel more awake as the strong jets massaged his skin. He turned off the water
and padded out of the
shower. He had
never imagined that a
towel could be so soft. He
himself down with it for a few extra minutes just for the sensation on
skin. Placing the
towel back on the
counter he walked out the door the man had indicated.
The room in front of him was carpeted in a
rosy salmon colour. A
low table sat in
the centre of the room with two cushions on either side. Over the table hung a
large round light
fixture that appeared to be made of some type of paper.
There were no other furnishings or decor in
the entire room.
has returned! Let's
the man. Jason
giggled again, flattered
by the attention. He
was glad to be clean
now that he was on view for the first time in bright light. The man was
now as well, although he looked so natural in his skin that Jason
notice. His skin
was evenly bronzed with
no tan lines. In addition to the earring studs, a blue bead hung from a
ring through his scrotum. His
musculature was well-defined and his stocky body showed no trace of
flab. The man
stepped out of the room and was back
in a minute with a large tray, which he set down on the low table. He lowered himself onto
one of the cushions
and gestured at the other, "Please, have a seat."
opposite and let the man place various items on his plate. There were cubes of melon,
slices of mango. Small
turned out to be sticky rice encrusted with large black sesame seeds. Browned cubes of something
were dipped in a
sweet salty sauce that Jason particularly liked.
There was a cold soup garnished with pecans
that they drank from large cups. Dark chocolate and raspberries
feast. The tray was
and it did not seem like a huge quantity of food.
The various tastes complimented one another
in ways Jason wouldn't have expected and the entire repast was light
was surprised that so
little food could be so satisfying.
show you my home," declared the man, rising. He reached for Jason's
and the young teen rose as well. Hand
hand they walked through a few more rooms.
The floors were all covered in the same soft carpet, but
varied from room to room: a soft teal blue, creamy white, warm grey There were no furnishings
in any of these
rooms, although the walls were adorned with a few pieces of artwork. The fourth room was
carpeted as well, a dusky
rose colour, and in the centre of one wall was a set of lacquered black
with some type of squiggly script running vertically in gold leaf down
side. At the far
end of the room was a
low table and a pile of cushions set in the bay of a large curved
window. "This is
where we do our worship,"
announced the man. "Tonight I will worship you." Guiding Jason to the
bay window he indicated that he should lie down.
"This is a massage table,"
explained the man. "Lay
stomach and place your face in the special cradle over here. It lets you keep your neck
in a good position
and breathe freely. I'll just put a cushion under your legs down by
A copper bowl
filled with oil rested on metal legs over a small candle. The man dipped his hands
into the oil, rubbed
his them together and began working on Jason's feet. "I love your feet.
They have been traveling, touching the earth, enjoying the great
outdoors. Your feet
feel authentic. They
have not been bound up in shoes or
crushed by pounding on too much concrete.
Yes . . . I love your feet . . . tell me, what is your
name, you amazing
Jason," replied the boy, quickly falling into bliss.
The man eased
the tension out Jason's feet, rubbing his thumb into the soles,
tightness in his ankles, gently squeezing and pulling on each toe. He worked his way up into
oiling the skin before working deeper into the muscles.
Up the leg, the man started longer strokes,
working from his lower back all the way down to the feet in sweeping
sighed as he felt the
man's strong hands start to blend tension out of all the various
muscles of the
buttocks. The man
now moved up to
Jason's shoulders, expertly working out upper body tension, down the
arms. He spent a
good while working each hand,
easing down each finger and massaging
the tension out of the muscles of each thumb.
wonderful hands, Jason." said the man after a long period of silently
working on the teen's naked body. "I can feel the creative energy
out of the fingertips. Do
design, play music?"
paint," answered Jason, thinking of the swirls of clay that he painted
Amaré each morning they had camped in the woods.
He had never painted before that, but he
loved patterns in nature, in art, in cloth.
Painting patterns on bodies--more specifically on Amaré's
a revelation to Jason. His
with creative ideas.
over his back for some time, the man spoke gently.
"Time to turn over, Jason, whenever
you're ready. Just
move down a little on
the table so I can put a pillow under your head."
a moment. How
silly, he thought. I've
been naked for days, a week, more than a week.
Thousands of people saw me naked yesterday. What am I worrying about. He turned over. The man put a pillow under
his head and
adjusted the other pillow so that it supported Jason's legs slightly
the knee. The man
started again at
Jason's feet, working the tops of his feet and up the legs, working out
kinks all around the knee caps. When
got to the thighs, the man shifted his position to the side of the
worked from the top of the left hip and down the thigh.
Jason was extremely aware of how close the
man's hands were to his pubic area.
the man worked the thigh, his hands moving inward on the leg, Jason
his penis twitch. The
man shifted to the
other side of the table and began working on the right thigh. Jason didn't know how long
he was going to be
able to delay getting hard -- already his penis was probably halfway
although without being able to see Jason had the strange sensation of
really being sure.
The man moved up
to the end of the table. With
movements he carefully rocked Jason's head slightly to the left, then
forward, then back. Jason
entire neck and shoulders release pent up tension.
At the same moment, inexplicably, Jason's
penis went rock hard. The
to work Jason's neck, head and face, tracing along his brows and
working tension out of the jaw, giving minute attention to the
each ear. Jason's
penis throbbed. It
pulsed hard, stiff and fully in the air parallel to his belly. The man continued to work
without hurry, as if throbbing teen erections were an every day feature
room of worship.
refreshed the oil on his hands and laid them in the centre of Jason's
stroked outwards, opening up the muscles.
Jason moaned. His
even more, the tip nearly touching his flat abdomen.
The man continued to work on Jason's torso,
getting closer and closer to the throbbing centre of his being. His hands moved along
Jason's belly, to
either side of the organ. When
thought he couldn't stand it any more the man inquired casually, "Do
mind if I apply some oil to your penis, Jason."
Jason shook his
head, "I don't mind; I mean, it's okay."
The man oiled
Jason's penis carefully, not applying too much pressure, pulling up on
skin, but not down. It
was evident he
was pleasuring the boy without making him come too soon. Staying precisely on this
side of the edge of
orgasm he prolonged Jason's arousal for another fifteen minutes of
penis massage, working his hands through the scrotum, cradling each
running his finger down each vein and ridge in the hardened penis. Jason writhed on the table
in the agony of
longed for this. He
wanted a lover. This
is what he had hoped for each morning
when he awoke to find Amaré's hand on his penis. Why hadn't Amaré done
this? Why did a
total stranger know more
about how to love him and please him?
END PART 5