Tuesday

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 again noticed the little league team practicing on the field next to the practice track he was on. The young boy he saw the previous day in the field house was there, and fortunately did not notice Clark’s stares as he passed next to the fence.

Again the 12 year old was left running laps after the practice broke up. Clark lingered a bit his final lap, just to fantasize about the boy next door running also; but finally retreated to the field house.

Clark started stripping down and placing his clothes in a locker, wondering if the 12 year old would join again. Clark chose a locker near the center of the room to put him as close to where the boy might be as possible.

As he turned on his chosen shower – again near the middle to increase the chance the other boy would be near, he figured the younger would not come, probably scared having been seen the day before. Clark had made the boy prance about the locker room naked to put up his things, etc.

Clark had hardly stared his shower when suddenly a 12 year old high pitched voice said, “Hi!”

To his surprise, but happily so, the 12 year old stepped up the shower head right beside Clark. The younger lad (and Clark) acted totally immodest beside one another.

The younger held up his wrist saying, “See, I remembered to use a locker this time. And I hung my clothes neatly.”

“Smart kid. But did you remember a towel?”

“No, but I can use the paper towels by the sinks. Just those are not very close.”

Clark was overjoyed, and tried not to show it. The boy had not only come back, but had chosen the shower right by him. Some unwritten law said to leave a space if there was room. He further noticed the boy checking him out discretely every now and then. Clark was likewise doing his best not to be seen checking out the boy.

By some fortune, the gel dispenser either side of the shower chosen by the boy was empty, so Clark suggested he use the one the other side of Clark. This made the boy cross by Clark, and caused them to brush by each other ever so slightly.

Clark asked, “What is your name?”

“Stevie. I mean Stephen.”

Clark finished first, and sadly exited. As he was toweling off he saw Stephen go to the sinks to use the paper towels. Clark tried to figure out how to make this last longer. He was mostly dressed when Stephen came back to the lockers—walking about totally naked and unconcerned. Clark took in as much as could without appearing to linger before leaving saying, “See ya later kid.”

Stephen replied, “Bye. Thanks for helping me.”

Clark figured he’d get another view Wednesday-but how could he expand this?

(The End)