Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 6
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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Turn of Events
After some time Jason realized that the man was no longer
stroking his dick. Instead his feet were
being held gently and being rocked back and forth.
"Jason, you're covered in oil. A hot shower would be good before bed. When you're ready, let me know and I'll bring
you a glass of water to drink and help you up.
It is important to stay hydrated after a massage."
Jason lay there for a few more minutes and then moved to
sit up. The man was there at once,
holding him steady. After drinking down
the water Jason felt more grounded.
"That was incredible. Thank you. I've never had anything like that
in my whole life."
The man smiled.
"You are welcome. Come, the
shower is this way." They walked
the length of the carpeted room, into a large hallway and into a different
bathroom than Jason had used before.
"This is a big house. Do you live here all alone?" wondered
"Me and my guests. Tonight you are my guest,"
answered the older man. "Would you like to shower alone, or
"You can shower with me," answered Jason,
"we could wash one another's backs!"
He thought of splashing in the river with Amaré, playing, splashing
around, and washing the clay off one another before bedtime.
Jason reached up tentatively to soap the older man's
bronzed chest, a few grey hairs sprinkled among the darker ones. The man reached across and soaped up Jason's
skin, running his hands down the boy's body.
He took soap and massaged the oil off of Jason's penis and balls, giving
them extra attention.
They did not shower for too long before the older man
stepped out of the water, turned it off and brought another large fluffy towel
which he wrapped around Jason.
"We're going to be in here tonight, Jason," spoke the man,
leading him through a door. A large low
bed filled a good part of the room.
Candles burned on two small tables and a Japanese screen blocked one
corner. There were no other
furnishings. A bright white open-weave
coverlet was folded over crisply, revealing copper coloured pillows and
bedsheet. "Come, sweetness, we're
going to sleep here tonight. As you can
see the bed is quite big enough for two."
Jason sat on one side of the bed and watched as the man
dried himself off with a towel, hung it over the Japanese screen and turned out
the light. The candles burned next to
the bed. The man sat down on the other
side, swung his feet up. As he lay down
he extended his arms to Jason. After a
moment the boy rolled into the bed and allowed himself to be held in a close
embrace. He felt the hairs on the man's
chest, the warmth of his skin, the greater warmth of the man's penis against
his own skin. The man rolled Jason over
onto his belly and lightly tickled his back, moving his fingers down toward his
buttocks. Jason felt the squeeze of warm
liquid along the crack of his butt and fingers probing toward his anus. "This is the only part we didn't get to
yet, tonight. Don't want you to go to
sleep unsatisfied my beautiful boy, do we?"
Jason waited, unsure what was happening. He felt the probe of the man's finger against
his anal opening and the hardness of the man's now erect penis alongside his
flank. The man lifted himself up onto
his arms and started to move his body over Jason, his penis lining up for
"Sir," spoke Jason, "Sir, can we just sleep
together? I've had a really big day and
I think I need to rest now. It's been
really wonderful, the food, the shower, the massage. You've been very kind . . ."
"You'll enjoy this a lot Jason. I won't take long and you'll sleep very
soundly after you've come."
"I don't really need to come; I'm fine, really."
"You're very aroused, I can tell. This will only hurt
for a minute. As soon as I'm inside
you'll be amazed at how good it feels."
"No. I'm not
ready for this. No. Can we just sleep?"
"I'll be inside you in a minute, Jason, lay
still." demanded the man.
Jason rolled quickly to one side while he still
could. Curled up tight he said,
"I'm going to sleep. Good
"After all that you want to sleep?" asked the
man, an edge to his voice.
"Yes, if that's alright?" responded the boy.
"Oh, its alright, but not here. I don't sleep with boys who don't
deliver. I'm taking you back." The man held his voice back, but Jason
thought he might as well be yelling.
"Back where you came from. Whatever hell hole you crawled out of before
you sneaked into the club. I have no idea." The man stood up abruptly, walked behind the
screen and emerged tying a black robe around his waist. "You!
This is your chance. Are we going
to finish what we started here, what we celebrated this entire evening? Your gorgeous body, your amazing feet,
creative hands, blossoming youth, pulsing penis -- are we celebrating
that? Or are you ready to leave and be
my guest no longer?"
Jason cowered, not answering, expecting any minute for the
man to attack him physically and not just with words.
The man reached for him and yanked him up onto his
feet. "You come with me," he
He marched Jason out of the room, down a hallway, through
the kitchen and into the garage. He
activated a button and the garage door started to open as he walked Jason to
the other side of the car, opened the door and pushed him into the seat. As the door shut the seat belt closed around
Jason. The man got in his side, switched
on the lights and the car roared at high speed in reverse out of the garage. He
lunged the car forward down the road and accelerated hard, hurtling way too
fast around the curves of residential streets.
At the gate the man impatiently punched in a code and gunned the engine
while waiting. As soon as the gate was
open wide enough he hit the gas and the car rocketed out onto the highway. Jason held onto the seat for dear life. He was sure the Lexus was going at least 120
miles per hour. His mind was gripped
with fear as they hurtled into the darkness, making it hard for him to think
about what he was going to do when dropped off in front of a nightclub hours
after closing. Walk, I guess, if I can
remember the way.
Suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and
screeched to a halt. With the headlights beaming into the darkness and the
engine running, the man got out, leaving his door open. He strode around the back of the car, yanked
the passenger door open and waited ten seconds for the seatbelt to
release. He grabbed Jason by the arm,
jerked him in one motion out of the car and onto his feet. "You rotten, cock-teasing, son of a
whore. I don't truck with your
kind. Think you're so cool and young and
sexy, all stripped and naked, think you can give any old man a ride for
nothing! Don't ever let me see your face
again or I won't be so kind on your ass next time." The man was still grasping Jason's arm, and
now with an almost super strength he flung the boy nearly ten feet down the
embankment at the side of the road. Jason hit the ground hard while thorns dug
into his naked flesh.
He heard the slamming of two doors and the screech of
tires on pavement and the flash of headlights as the car was whipped into a
u-turn and roared away into the night.
Very carefully Jason extricated himself out of the
brambles where he was caught. He stood
up and checked each limb to make sure it wasn't broken. His side ached, but it was probably just
bruised from the impact of being thrown.
"What an asshole," he thought out loud. Jason staggered up to the road and looked in
both directions. Straight as an arrow,
the dark forms of trees and bushes lined both sides in the darkness, the road
was as empty as can be. Not a light to
be seen in either direction. Not sure at
all what he was going to do he gave thought for the first time that day to
Amaré and Uncle Jim. Where were they
now? Looking for him? What had Amaré done on the beach all day
without him? What had Uncle Jim done
when he hadn't shown up at the meeting place?
Oh, god, what had he done? They
probably thought he was kidnapped, or injured, or . . . worse? He realized he had been kidnapped, in a
manner of speaking, but he'd done it all willingly. For what?
For the sexiness and adventure of it.
Because he was starved for a certain kind of attention. Because he was an idiot.
At first Jason wasn't sure what sound he was hearing. Then he saw blinking lights in the sky and a
searchlight beaming down. It was a
helicopter! Were they looking for some
kind of dangerous criminal? Oh, god,
what was he doing out here in the middle of Florida with alligators, criminals, did they
have bears? The helicopter continued
moving over the roadway, the searchlight beaming down, shining back and forth
across the road and into the bushes.
Suddenly the light flicked across him, veered back and shone down. The rotors of the helicopter were loud now as
it hovered directly overhead. Off in the
distance Jason saw the flash of red and blue lights, advancing quickly down the
highway. The spotlight continued to
shine down, illuminating him in a pool of light. Now he could clearly see the
headlamps and flashing rooftop lights of a police car.
The vehicle pulled over, the bright flashing lights
hurting his eyes. Two cops stepped out.
"Check him out while I report to search and
rescue," spoke one officer.
The second cop stepped over to Jason. "Just need to check your SFF chip,
Jason." He placed an electronic instrument over the place behind Jason's
left ear. "Jason Cassidy, he checks out," shouted the officer to his
"Search and Rescue, unit 401, missing person positive
ID, in good health. Over."
"Yes, we'll bring him in. Communicating to next of kin. See y'all later. Over and out."
"Okay Jason, glad we found you -- a little tricky,
but looks like you're all in one piece.
You can tell us about it in the car." The officer opened the back door. Jason got in, fastened his seat belt himself,
and looked through the grated barrier to the front of the squad car. "Your uncle is frantic, thinking you
drowned in the Gulf, been killed, whatever.
We're letting him know you're all right.
Meanwhile you better tell us where you've been."
"But," stuttered Jason, "But, how did you
find me way out here?"
"Better question is where've you been that we
couldn't find you? Every Strip Chip can
be tracked down by GPS anywhere in the state.
We've been searching for you for hours, but until a short time ago the
GPS on your chip came up missing. We
need to know where you were because somebody's up to no good."
Jason explained his whole evening. How he'd gotten into a club underage by going
with a group of boys through the back entrance.
How the older man had taken him home.
He told them a little about what they'd been doing, but not the whole
story. He ended by saying that the man
had promised to bring him back to town, but dropped him off here instead. The officers were not naive, however. "Pretty boy like you in a gay club. He was looking for sex. Were you?" inquired the first cop.
"I'm not sure.
Maybe I was. But I changed my
mind," admitted Jason.
"That didn't go over very well did it," putting
the question forth as a statement. "You're lucky he didn't do more than
throw you by the side of the road. Some
of these guys beat kids like you up pretty bad.
Sometimes they rape the boy first and then beat him up. He must have had something of a soft spot for
you. Now, I'm going to ask some
questions and we're going to have to drive a little out of the way before we
can return you to the custody of your uncle.
This is because men like this are dangerous. He's obviously rigged up his house to block
the QS and SFF chip transmissions.
That's illegal and hard enough to do that he must be a regular
predator. I'm sure you don't know his
Jason shook his head.
"The boys never do.
But if you can show us where you think you were, we'll just cruise by
the residence and get you to give us a positive ID on the location. Then you can answer our questions to the best
of your ability on his appearance, age, mannerisms and so on."