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Ironically it was Clifford, who was the least into 'sex club', who came up with a useful plan for how to find possible recruits.
Clifford lived on the upper flat with the grade 12 and a few grade 11 students (most grade 11 students were billeted in the houses on the school grounds which were for teachers with families). On the upper flat there was only one shower-bathroom. It had three shower nozzles on one wall and on the other side were two toilet stalls and a sink. Laterally, opposite the door to the washroom was a radiator and window. With such meagre facilities for so many boys, people had to wait to shower.
In the morning and in the evening before lights out, there would be three boys under each of the three shower nozzles showering while as many as three boys sat on the radiator or sink and waited their turn. As someone finished showering, the first one who had arrived and was waiting on the radiator would remove his towel or bathrobe and get under the nozzle to shower. Usually someone else would emerge from their room to take the free place on the radiator, patiently waiting for a free nozzle.
There was no privacy on the flats. Everyone who wasn't a prefect shared a room, with grade 12s billeted 2 to a room, and grade 11s as many as 4. There were no shower curtains or dividers in the showers on the flats or down in the locker-room. Boys showered together and were usually in underwear in their rooms and even in the common room and hallways of the flat by lights out.
Clifford was not a morning person, so his normal practice was to wait until the last possible moment (usually 20 minutes before he had to be down at breakfast), stagger into the bathroom and, with only his towel around his waist, sit on the radiator partially dozing while he waited for one of the shower nozzles to be free, then quickly shower, race back to his room and dress. It usually meant his shower had to be very quick as more boys showered in the morning than at night.
Now that Clifford was thinking about which boys might be gay or have gay tendencies he started to think more about the behaviour in the bathroom. He had never noticed before but some boys seemed to spend more time in the shower than others. This could be explained by their being tired in the morning, as he spent more time in his bed, so someone who forced themselves to get up early might be moving slower as they were only half awake. Nevertheless, he decided he would investigate.
Clifford began to set his alarm at different times each morning. As he was a prefect he had a room to himself so this change in behaviour wouldn't be noticed by a roommate who might find it weird or annoying. It occurred to him that someone who lingered at night didn't have the excuse of being tired. But the focus of his investigation was the morning shower as that is when he showered and he liked being fresh scrubbed to begin his day.
Over the course of the week Clifford discovered some very interesting things. There were some boys who definitely were checking out their flatmates in the shower. That in and of itself didn't mean anything as in a boarding school you were used to being naked or in underwear around other boys and all boys are curious about how they compared to their classmates in the size department. But there was a difference in the way some boys were looking at others.
Most boys made a point of not looking because being caught looking could lead to being accused of being 'queer' and in a boarding school no one wanted that label. Some boys would just, in the shower, when someone new turned on the nozzle next to them, glance at the person up and down or even just their package, which Clifford figured was also just normal behaviour as he had done that on more than one occasion. What Clifford found intriguing is there were a number of boys who would surreptitiously watch their flatmates. This was the group that he figured had potential.
Over the course of the week, Clifford studied their tricks and tried to decide which boys had the most potential. There tricks he observed, though they took different forms, was to pretend not to be looking or to when looking act like you were doing something other than looking. So, when showering, it meant reaching for soap and taking a quick glance at the boy next to you as turned or out the corner of your eyes when washing your hair, which normally would require closing one's eyes so soap didn't get in them so their shower neighbour was not suspicious.
The boys that Clifford decided had the most potential were the ones who, in the morning, came in at the busiest times and pretended to be half asleep sitting on the radiator.
As Clifford actually tended to doze in the mornings while waiting for the shower, he was aware of body language and there were two boys in particular who he deduced were actually wide awake, just pretended to be tired so they could linger longer in the bathroom and, by pretending their heads were drooping down as they fell in and out of sleep, glance repeatedly at the crotches of the boys who were showering.
The two boys showered at different times, but they both had the same routine. Clifford decided the boy who was the earliest in the shower pretending to be struggling to stay awake was the best prospect. Why else would he get up so early if he was so tired all the time? And this boy, Steve, while only in grade 11, had the added benefit of actually being on their team and they were supposed to be recruiting football players.
Clifford only had his suspicion. He had to admit that getting into the shower queue in the morning was a challenge as most boys wanted to shower in the morning and there were only three nozzles for the entire upper flat. He could just be getting up early because he was worried about not getting a turn under a shower nozzle before breakfast (Clifford himself had on a number of occasions been late for breakfast given his habit of waiting until the last minute to shower and he was a prefect, a grade 11 student could not be late for breakfast without incurring some punishment). He also might get up to shower early because he was using the shower to force himself awake so he could finish homework before breakfast.
When on Thursday morning the boy let Clifford take the free nozzle before him, even though he clearly had been waiting for a shower longer, Clifford became convinced he had a good prospect. The fact that Clifford thought he caught the boy checking out his junk was also a positive sign and gave Clifford and idea for how to confirm his suspicions.
Steve wasn't particularly a great football player. He was on the second string and even there he was not outstanding. In fact, it was almost like he intentionally was flying under the radar.
While it was a small school and everyone knew everyone, especially among the boarders, Clifford knew Steve best because of how often he was assigned to the equipment room.
At a private school having responsibility was considered an honour. So the senior football team was responsible for the equipment room. But as the captain of the team assigned players each day to man the room it was usually the weakest players who were picked as Abbey favoured his star players.
Manning the equipment room meant before practice the two football players assigned would sign out balls, bats, sticks and other equipment for all the sports, both team and recreational, that senior school students did every day (there was compulsory sports for the entire school every day, though the junior school had its own fields and equipment room) and then after practice the same two students would have to ensure everything was returned and record any damaged or lost items so they could be replaced.
During the day Clifford told Abbey of his suspicions about Steven and Abbey agreed to assign the two of them to the equipment room, something that had been Cliff's idea. While Steven was frequently given this job, it was unusual for Clifford, who was one of the first string stars and a prefect, to be given this job. But having the man the equipment room after practice would mean they would be the last to shower and change.
Before practice, as they handed out equipment, Clifford tried to engage Steve in conversation about his interests, about school and about sports, but every topic he raised went nowhere. He got even less of a response when he raised the subject of girls, which might be a good sign, though given how unresponsive the boy was in general Clifford couldn't read too much into it.
After practice, Abbey instructed the two boys that, in addition to signing in the equipment, to do a full inventory. This ensured the two boys would be very late getting to the locker-room to change.
By the time Clifford and Steve finished, there was no one else in the locker-room.
There was still a half hour before supper so they weren't rushed.
The boys went to their respective lockers and silently removed the rest of their football gear (they had removed their jerseys and pads right after practice so they would be comfortable). Each removed their tight football pants, t-shirts and their jockstraps. Steve wrapped a towel around his waist whereas Clifford intentionally just draped the towel around his neck and walked naked to the shower, his big uncut cock swaying in front of him. Steve couldn't help but look.
In the shower they went to opposite walls. That was normal showering etiquette to put as much distance between yourself and the next person. But it also meant that when one of you was facing away from the nozzle you were facing towards the other person.
Clifford took his time, just standing under the shower with his head bowed letting the water cascade over him. He was actually sore from football practice so this was therapeutic, but his goal was to give Steve every opportunity to check out his body and his package.
Whenever Clifford glanced across he found the other boy either looking down, mimicking his own behaviour of just letting the shower wash over him and savouring the pulsing sensation.
Clifford then washed his hair, which would normally mean his eyes would be closed. Even though he might get soap in his eyes, Clifford looked up and across after a minute and caught Steven staring directly at his cock and balls. As soon as he realized he had been caught, the boy looked away.
Clifford made no move to turn away, which might be how someone who had just caught another boy checking out his junk might react. He instead did something he never did, and that was repeat washing his hair (while the shampoo bottle said wash, rinse, repeat, he didn't know anyone who did this). Again he opened his eyes in the middle of shampooing and looked up, catching the other boy again staring at his junk. Clifford simply closed his eyes and continued to wash his hair before leaning his head back, eyes closed, to rinse, causing the shampoo lather to roll down his body.
When he opened his eyes he realized the boy was watching him intently.
Normally he would wash his face next which would involve turning to face the nozzle. Instead he decided to stay facing the other boy and begin to wash his body.
Staring directly at the other boy he soaped his upper body, creating as many suds as he could so the white suds would continue running down over his body and over his cock and balls. He knew the white soapy water must be accentuating his tall lean body and his black skin.
The effect was as he intended and soon Steve had stopped any pretence of showering and was intently watching the older boy.
Clifford began to soap his cock and balls, getting them all shiny with soap, pulling the foreskin back and running the bar of soap around his head, while staring back at Steven.
Clifford considered the boy in front of him. He was not really into guys, being a member of this club because he wanted to belong. But he tried to objectively assess him for his teammates, not completely certain if anyone other than Jessy had gay tendencies as opposed to just wanted to get off and court risk.
Steven didn't put much of an effort out on the field so he had no muscle definition. He was one of those who was naturally slim. While he had brown hair and eyes, he had no hair growing on his chest or any running from navel to his pubes, so he must also be naturally smooth. His cock appeared to be average but it was lengthening, which meant he was getting hard, confirming what Clifford had concluded, the boy was into boys.
Steve desperately wanted to look away, as he was getting an erection but the older boy knew he was being watched, he was even looking directly at him as he stared, and didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to have just check out his body so maybe Clifford was into guys too.
Clifford now had his confirmation that the younger boy was into guys in general and him in particular. He still continued to put on a show for his teammate.
Turning around so he was facing the nozzle he let it rinse the soap off his front as he began to soap his ass. He took his time and got it lathered up with soap. Glancing back he confirmed the boy was still staring at him and now was rock hard. Clifford knew he had a nice ass, as he was a running back. He had long black legs and a firm round ass.
Clifford turned back around and rinsed the soap off his ass.
With all the soap off him, Clifford turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. He dried his hair facing the boy, letting him continue to admire his body and his big uncut cock. He then dried his front, taking his time drying his cock and balls, watching the boy who was now unabashedly staring at him with a hard-on that appeared to be about 6". He thought Abbey might like the fact that he was no longer the smallest (aside from Jessy, who he thought would still be smaller than this boy when it came to penis size).
Clifford turned back around to dry his butt, so that Steve could watch. Once dry, he put the towel around his neck so the other boy could still stare at his big uncut cock as he strode across the shower room and exited.
While Steve was hard, Clifford was not. This had been about recruiting his teammate, not initiating sex. There was no way they could have sex there even if he had wanted to, and he didn't want to.
Outside of the shower, Clifford wrapped the towel around his waist and waited. When he heard what sounded like the younger boy jacking off, he re-entered the shower room.
Catching the boy red handed, his eyes closed and his engorged cock being stroked hard and fast as the boy was likely recalling images in his head of Clifford; the prefect interrupted him and said "hurry up, I want to talk to you before dinner."
This shocked the boy's eyes open and stopped him mid-stroke. He turned ashen. Clifford turned and left.
Clifford had just pulled on his white boxer briefs when the boy emerged from the shower. His erection was gone and given how quickly he had returned from the shower Clifford knew it wasn't due to finishing the task at hand, he had been deflated by embarrassment and fear at what was coming next.
Clifford sat down on the bench in his underwear and tapped the space next to him. Nervously the boy, with only a towel around his waist, sat down. Steve wasn't sure if he was in trouble, after all, the prefect had not seemed to mind he had been watching him. It almost seemed like he had been putting on a show for him. But no one, especially him, wanted to be called a fag.
"How long have you been interested in boys," Clifford began.
"Who said I was," Steven said defensively.
"We don't have much time," said Clifford. "So let's not waste any time with lies."
Duly chastised, Steven said "OK" sheepishly. There really was no way to deny what had just transpired. "I have all of my life," he admitted.
"What have you done," asked Clifford.
"Nothing," replied the younger boy.
"Would you like to," asked Clifford.
"Definitely," said Steve eagerly, his eyes dropping to the front of his teammate's underwear covered crotch. Was this star player offering? Clifford hadn't gotten hard in the shower, as he had, but he also did seem to check him out at one point.
"With me," asked Clifford.
"Absolutely" the boy said, as his erection began to return, something both boys noticed as his towel began to lift.
"Not now or here," said Clifford. "Get dressed and go to dinner and we will talk later, after prep. I think I have a proposal you are going to like."
As the boy hurriedly went to his locker to dress, trying to fight his growing erection, Clifford finished doing the same and, once back in his grey flannels, white shirt, red blazer and school tie, the prefect went to the dining room where he had to keep some younger boys in line as prefects sat at the head of each table of eight boys.
He noticed that when Steven entered the dining room he was all smiles though he had just made it by the skin of his teeth.
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