Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 19:41:45 +0100
From: nick Knack <naughtynick@live.ie>
Subject: Shower Time With Greg (Camping/Highschool)

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in your area please leave immediatly. This also has a kind of underage
vibe.

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"No guys stop come on please" I protested as I was shoved into one of the
lockers in the shower room. They quickly stuck me in and locked the
door. They left the key in the lock so I could be let out but they knew
that wouldn't be for a while. The four bullies ran off and left me. It was
cold in the shower room, and colder still because I was only in a pair of
swimming shorts. We had been getting into wetsuits when I had been
grabbed. My broad shoulders rubbed the sides of the locker but I was slim
enough that there was space between the door and my body. I shouted for
about ten minuets and then stopped the futile effort. I knew the others had
gone on to the activity with the rest of the scouts, while I was left
behind. I knew I would have to wait until they returned before I would get
out. Without a watch I had no sense of time so it could have been five
minutes or fifteen before the door to the shower room opened and Greg
walked in.  He was 16 and was a 6 foot tall slab of sexy. His hair was
brown and short and his eyes were a greyish blue. I was about to call out
when he started stripping off. I immediatly shut my mouth.

He stripped down to a tight pair of blue briefs that hugged his ass
perfectly. I assumed this was where he would stop as it was an open shower
area and he would be seen. I saw him slide them off and my mouth began to
water. I also quickly realised that he knew he wouldn't be seen because
everyone was off at activites and he was confined to the camp as
punishment. The night before he and another scout had gotten into serious
trouble. One of the girls had snuck into the tent and when her father, who
was also a leader, came looking for her he found her in the scout's
sleeping bag. Greg was our Patrol leader and got in trouble because he had
let it happen. So both Greg and the other scout were being left out of
activities and had to stay in seperate tents.

I watched as he folded up his clothes and placed them on a bench. His
semi-hard cock was bouncing as he walked. He selected his shower head and
turned it on. My shorts had long since become uncomfortble. I watched him
was himself and stared as he gave his cock loving attention. From the angle
I saw it at it must have been about six inches, had you asked me then I
would've said ten. He rolled back his foreskin and tentatively touched his
exposed head. I heard him sigh loudly. His soaking hand slid up and down
his cock slowly. With his left hand busy with his cock, Greg's right raised
up and tweaked each nipple. He then brought both hands up and did it again
hissing at the feel. He walked out from under his shower head and back to
his pile of clothes.

He grabbed a shower bag and strolled back. He lathered his short hair and
scrubbed it clean. Then he squirted himself all over with shower gel. I
watched with my hand in my pants as he worked the gel into every bit of
reachable skin. He rinsed himself off and pulled a little white tube out of
his big and squatted down. Naivelly I thought he was going to shit, but I
watched in amazement as he squirted clear gel onto his fingers and began to
finger himself. I listened intently to the whimpers and sighs he made as he
slipped three fingers inside him. My imagination flared and I wondered if I
could make him make those sounds. He withdre his fingers and re-applied the
lube. He moved and sat with his back to the wall, but was sitting so he had
access to his enterance. I couldn't see much of the fingering but watched
intently as he jerked himself off. I nearly came as he started moaning a
name.

"Gary, ooh, Oh Gar, I fucking love that" he moaned.

Gary had been the other scout who got in trouble. His moaning increased in
volume and rate. His hands moved faster in their respective areas, left
hand on his cock and right hand fucking his ass. My own cock was close to
bursting. He moaned the name again and again as spurts of cum shot onto his
chest. My own pooled at the bottom of the locker. He caught his breath
before standing up again and turning on the shower. He bent over and washed
his crack and hole and rinsed off his chest. Adding to the kinkiness of the
event he pissed on the floor of the shower while rinsing off. I watched as
he dried himself and then dressed himself before he left.

No long after everyone returned and I was let out. One of the bullies had
felt bad and ratted the others out. It was then widely known that I had
been locked in a locker while everyone was at the activities. I caught
Greg's eye when he looked at me after finding out. He looked worried and
angry. I smiled and he seemed to smirk. Later I even saw Gary sneaking into
Greg's tent. I never knew why he had let the girl in his sleeping bag if he
and Greg were a thing. I never got around to asking Greg for another show
either. A Shame really.