Monday

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Clark stopped and rested by the chain link fence surrounding the practice track. He had just finished 5 laps and was near the end of his will to continue, but was two laps shy of the coaches’ requirements. Getting on the track teams’ long distance squad as a freshman would be unlikely. It was May, and Clark really wanted to qualify, so he’d be set on the team at the start of his sophomore year. He had a chance, as he was the only student willing to practice after class this late in the year. Being alone on the track made motivation difficult however.

While catching his breath he noticed a little league team on the adjoining field. The coach was really yelling at his squad. One particularly cutie (Clark thought, “Did I really think a 6 grade boy was cute?!”) boy was really being drilled by the coach. Clark actually dwelled longer than he should, and was embarrassed that he might have been seen staring, almost goggling, over a group of 10 to 12 year old boys. Clark shook off his revere and started his last two laps.

The last part of his last lap he saw that the little league group had broken up and had left, except the cutest (Did he really think that?) kid was running laps – apparently as punishment- around the baseball field. He had passing thoughts of how much better it would have been if the coach had pulled down the kid’s pants and spanked his bare behind-right there by the fence-perhaps asking Clark to witness as further punishment to the younger boy. Clark then sort of watched the kid turn the corner and imaged him doing the laps bare naked.

He tried to get a better glimpse of the kid, but couldn’t without being obvious, and realized he might have touched on a new masturbation fantasy for that evening.

A few minutes later, alone in the field house showers, he considered advancing his fantasy time, but didn’t, as although alone –others could appear unexpectedly-although not likely, as he was the only student being industrious this late in the year.

He may have been alone since most students had to take the bus home, and those older with a license had already qualified for their track team spots. Clark was unusual in that he received a license at 15, just a few weeks earlier, due to his mother’s heath. His widowed mom was seriously ill, and needed him as a possible emergency driver.

Clark enjoyed the warm water and further cleaned up with the gel soap in the dispenser nearby. He fantasized a bit, but was careful to avoid allowing himself to get aroused (as if he had control!). Years of showering with other guys had trained him to not be aroused in these public showers.

Clark made a final rinse then turned off the water. The locker room silence was striking as the water went off. He walked around the concrete block barrier, and nearly tripped on the equally naked and even more surprised 12 year old cutie.

Clark, bashful from being seen totally naked by a younger boy, but careful not to cover and prove his modesty said, “What the ...”

The likewise modest and even more surprised 12 year old, also not covering, also to avoid being perceived as bashful, replied, “My, my, my coach told me to come here and shower---I, I, I am really sweaty after punishment laps.”

“No problem kid. That is what this field house is for. You were just so quiet I didn’t know you were there.” Clark went on past and grabbed his towel and stared to dry.

Clark was a bit lesser developed than most boys in his class, but not the least by any means. A couple of boys in his gym class were still totally bare pubic wise. They were teased mercilessly. Clark clearly had a pubic bush (but no treasure trail at all), was still smooth legged, and had hairless armpits (he thought maybe he had some fuzz in his pits). Still, Clark was comfortable being seen naked by boys his age, but was discrete when possible.

The twelve year old was as hairless as could be (Clark knew some 12s were beginning to develop, but not this lad). He sort of thought this boy looked like a peeled shrimp. Well, part of this boy really did look like a peeled shrimp.

He noticed no towel hanging for the lad. That made sense, as the boy did not go to practice expecting punishment laps and a need to shower. Clark then became a bit bold and decided to have some fun.

Clark had not yet opened his locker, and was just partially dry, but he held his towel such that it covered his private area generally, but without being obvious that was what he was doing. He saw the kid’s clothes on a bench-free to be taken. He walked to the shower zone. “Hey. Kid. Come here.”

The naked 12 year old came around the shower corner, leaning around and not exposing himself, and said, “Yes?”

“You left your clothes on the bench. You are supposed to put them in a locker. Come here, I’ll show you.”

12s tend to follow 15s instructions. So the naked wet boy came out to the bench, but covering more modestly than before.

“Here are the lockers. See, here is one with a key in it. You open it and hang your clothes. Then you shut and lock it. See. Remove the key and place it on your wrist by this band.” Clark showed the key to the boy and also the one on his own wrist.

“Yes sir”. The boy, now having to be fully exposed, tossed his clothes on the bottom of the locker.

“Don’t call me sir. Call me Clark. And hang those clothes on the hooks-don’t be a pig”

“Yes sir—I mean Yes Clark.” The boy now was totally inattentive to his nudity and it permitted a good view by Clark of the lad’s penis, scrotum and bubble butt. The boy’s testicles had not yet dropped. Clark could not believe he was one foot away from the boy he had fantasized naked just 15 minutes earlier. This could never happen again.

So he upped the situation further. “I don’t see a towel”

“No sir, I mean No Clark-I did not expect to need one.”

“Then come over here.” Clark led the boy outside the changing area down a ways past the commode stalls, to the sinks. He had never seen anyone else venture so far totally naked from the changing area (at least not voluntarily) (however, but for his towel, Clark was naked too). “Here are the paper towels. You can dry here”

“Thank you sir”

“And don’t call me sir”

“S-s-s-sorry”

“Well, you going to go shower or just stand there strutting your stuff?”

The 12 year old, still nameless, scurried to the showers.

Clark slowly dressed, wondering if he’d sneak another peek, but didn’t want to be obvious. The kid may have lingered in the shower to be sure Clark left. So Clark indeed dressed and walked out-while the shower still ran. But to be sure, Clark had a dream fulfilled, and would enjoy himself tonight.

To be continued…

(The End)