Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2000 03:45:41 PST
From: Michael S. <oscar_024@hotmail.com>
Subject: STORY: Showering in Paris/Summer of '89

This is a work of FICTION, although it could have happened to me.
This story involves 'homosexual' activity between a boy and a man. Please do
not read any further if you object in any way to such activity or if you're
prohibited (by your age or the law!) about this (kind of) 'homosexual'
activity. But, please note, that this is a PHANTASY, nothing more, nothing
less. It may be a thin line between love and crime, and phantasy and
reality, but there IS one. Don't forget that!


Showering in Paris/Summer of '89 (Part 1), by Oscar


It was the summer of '89, I was fifteen years old, and my parents, my
brother and I were camping in France.
We had a four-'seater' tent and we were camping at a camp-site in a suburb
of Paris.
It must have been in July, because on 14 July we were in Paris to celebrate
the 200th anniversary of the assault of 'La Bastille'.
So, we were camping at a camp-site in a suburb of Paris. It was a large
camping, and we had set up our tent near sanitary facilities (showers,
toilettes and wash-bowls). Standing or sitting in front of our tent, we
could see the orange doors of the showers-cubicles. There were a lot of
showers. At least, fifteen showers (maybe more),  next to each other.
Now, I remember that one afternoon, my father, my brother and I went to the
showers to take a shower. Each of us took a shower.
After I had entered 'my' shower-cubicle, and before I started to undress, I
discovered that I couldn't lock the door of 'my' cubicle. There was no lock
on the door. So, I decided to take another shower. I left the shower-cubicle
and entered the one next to the cubicle I had left. I noticed that I could
lock the door of this shower-cubicle. So, I locked the door and, then,
started to undressed. I showered and after I had dressed again I left the
cubicle.

The next afternoon I saw a young, handsome man (twenty to thirty years old)
who went into the shower-cubicle with  the door that couldn't be locked. He
wore only orange sport-shorts and a pair of slippers. He had dark hair and a
hairless, sun-tanned chest.
I kept looking at the man, until he had entered the shower-cubicle. I was
wondering if the man would discover that he couldn't lock the door of 'his'
cubicle. So, I kept looking, to see if the man would notice that he couldn't
lock the door of 'his' cubicle and would come out of the shower-cubicle, as
soon as he had found out that he couldn't lock the door of the  cubicle. But
he didn't come out.
Then, I was wondering if the man hadn't discovered that he couldn't lock the
door. I couldn't imagine so. I had noticed it, so the man must have seen it
too, I thought. Why didn't he come out then? Well, maybe the door had a new
lock, but I hadn't seen anyone putting a new lock on that door.
I decided to take a look at the shower-cubicle, to find out if the door had
a new lock, or not. So, I walked to the cubicle.

I pressed my hand against the door and the door gave way. I saw the shower
curtain and I heard the shower, the water running down on the man's body and
the enamel floor. Behind the curtain was the young man. He was showering,
while the door hadn't a lock and everybody could walk into this
showercubicle. I was amazed. The man risked to get caught in his act. But,
maybe he liked to get caught. Maybe he wanted to get caught. What would
happen if I would catch him by pulling away the shower curtain. I got
excited by the idea. Suddenly, I wanted to see him. I wanted to see him
naked. I wanted to see him while he was showering. I wanted to see him while
he was washing his body, his chest, his ass, his legs and ... his cock. I
wanted to see his cock. I wanted to see it and, maybe, I would even want to
touch it, if I would like what I would  see. I didn't know. The only thing I
knew, then, was that I wanted to see him, naked. So, I entered the cubicle
and closed the door. I did hesitate for a second, but then I pulled away the
curtain and I saw the back of the young, and totally naked man. He must have
heard or felt that the curtain was pulled away, because he immediately
turned around. The next moment, we saw each other standing. He, naked and
wet, and I, dressed and dry. He looked surprised, when he saw me standing in
front of him, and I was lost in wonder. What a beautiful naked body was
standing in front of me! It was much more beautiful than my father's. He had
an athletic and almost hairless and sun-tanned body. He had large, brown
nipples and a lot of dark hair round his privy parts. And his dick was much
longer than my father's. I kept looking at the man. The man looked
surprised, but not for long. He quickly recovered and asked me, in English:
"Who are you?" And, after a short moment of hesitation and silence, I
answered: "Michael".
"Well, Michael, what are you doing in this shower-cubicle?"
I kept quiet.
"Well? Can you tell me what you are doing in this doing in this
shower-cubicle" he said.
"I wanted to shower, sir" I said.
"So, you wanted to shower? Didn't you see the shower curtain and didn't
you hear the water?"
"I did, sir, but I thought it was another shower that I heard?"
"So, you thought it was another shower that you heard?"
"Yes, sir".
"Well, then, you've made a mistake. You heard 'my' shower. I was showering,
when you entered this cubicle".
"I do know now, sir".
"You still want to shower, boy?"
"Yes, sir".
"You can, boy. Undress and join me!"
"I don't know if I want to, sir"
"What?"
"To shower ... together ... with you?"
"I know you want that, boy. I saw you staring at my body. You couldn't take
your eyes off of my body. Don't you want to touch my body, boy?"
"I don't know, sir".
"But I do, boy. Now, undress and join me!"
"Well, okay, sir".
And I started to undress.

To be continued

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