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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