Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2011 23:43:25 -0400
From: MJ Hirsch <dirtypoplover@hotmail.ca>
Subject: High School - Young Pool Voyeur

This is a work of, more or less, fiction. This of course takes place in a
magical world where boys are dirty little animals who don't need
contraception.

I always love chatting or getting feedback about my smut, so hit me up with
an e-mail if you feel like it at dirtypoplover@hotmail.ca

-MJH

*****

	I always loved spending time at the pool.
	We had a good day of swimming and when we finally got out of the
pool our muscles were tired but content. I was there with a couple of girl
friends of mine, so we went to our respective washrooms to change and meet
back out front. Every few weekends we would go swimming at the local hotel
pool. It was very well taken care of and, most importantly, indoors. I
usually wasn't a fan of changing rooms, but like the pool these changing
rooms were always well maintained and clean. They were separated into a
locker and changing area, and then two showers in lockable stalls, one of
which was also a stall for a toilet. Outside the door to this stall was a
urinal, separated with a wall from the sinks. It was small, especially if
the pool was crowded, but at least you could get a little privacy,
especially if you didn't like changing in front of other people.
	The changing room was empty when I entered, so I took my backpack
into the large stall with the toilet. When I dried off a little I began to
peel the clinging swim trunks, working them off of my waist and down my
legs. I usually would just change into my street clothes, but I knew my
friends always took their time to shower off the chlorine, so I thought
today I would take advantage of the time and the empty change room and do
the same. I do love finally getting out of the swim trunks. The material
mixed with drying chlorine often leaves my dick and balls feeling a little
itchy, so as soon as I stepped out of my bathing suit I gave my crotch a
little rub.
	I looked up and realized I was no longer alone in the changing
room.
	Underneath the stall door I saw two bare, dripping wet feet, a
little smaller than my own. They were facing the stall, and as I followed
them up I saw that a younger guy was standing on the other side peering
through the crack of the door. As soon as he noticed me begin to look up he
moved away from the door over to the urinal, which was on the other side of
the stall I was in, in its own little section. He must've been on his way
to the urinal to pee and stopped to have a little peep at who was in the
stall. I listened to the velcro of his swim trunks open and a slight
rustling, followed by the tinkle of piss in the bowl. Judging from his
height he must be just a few years younger than me, maybe twelve or
thirteen.
	I don't know what came over me, but the situation aroused me so
much I was instantly hard. I found it so hot to be caught by a young
voyeur. I had a pretty average, sixteen year old body. The not in fantastic
shape, but pretty lean. Despite this I had always been secretly proud of
the fact that I was pretty attractive, and had a slightly bigger than
average cock. My cousin and I had measured together once. He had a little
more than six inches to my slightly less than eight and he'd told me that
six was average, so I had a "pretty big dick."
	I wasn't full of myself, or naked that much of the time, but I
think I was secretly a bit of an exhibitionist. I did love to be nude,
especially when I thought it meant other guys were staring at me. My dick
was swelling as I walked over to the toilet. I wished there was some way I
could let this kid know I didn't mind him looking at me. I heard him finish
up his pee with a rustling just as I let my stream go. I was more than a
little hard, but I was able to watch his feet quietly pad away from the
urinal as it flushed. I saw them stop at the door.
	I wanted to go about this right. I didn't glance at him as I
finished peeing. I shook my dick then walked over to the shower and stepped
in. I closed the door, but it was only slightly opaque and just covered my
feet to my shoulders. This meant he could still see my head, and would be
able to see the outline and colors of my naked body seeping through the
steam. I had a relatively quick shower, just washing out my hair and
letting the hot water get the chlorine off my body. A couple of quick
glances out of the corner of my eye let me know that my voyeur was still
there, and probably straining to get a better view of me from the small
slits in between the partitions. I didn't want to keep him waiting too
long, so I turned the water off and open the door. By this point I was
pretty much rock hard and, followed by a cloud of steam, I walked out of
the shower to my towel, right against the wall opposite the door. I could
see he was following me and even heard his breathing getting a little
heavier as I started toweling myself off, starting with my hair, shoulders,
arms, stomach. And then I got to my dick.
	I ran the towel over it once making it bouncing up and down with
the touch. As if noticing for the first time that it was stiff, I looked
down and studied it. I reached my hand and tentatively touched it. I let
myself sigh and heard my voyeur sigh along with me. I started stroking
myself, giving him the show he came for.
	I stroked my dick in profile to him for a minute. I was horny as
hell so it was already leaking a little. I ran another hand up my stomach
and chest, imagining it was his hands exploring my body. Again, I glanced
out of the corner of my eye and he was still there, panting quietly on the
other side of the door. I turned and picked my bag off of the chair, then
spread my legs slightly and bent over to put it on the ground, giving him a
view of my hole. I moaned slightly, imaging his fingers slipping down my
spine and down my crack, tickling my hole before pushing a finger into me.
	I moaned a little louder. That wasn't me just imagining it, it was
my own finger. I was really getting into this. I heard him whimpering on
the other side as I pushed the finger further into my hole.
	We both jumped as the door to the changing room opened. My little
voyeur hesitated for a moment before moving into the other stall adjacent
to me and closing the door behind him. I saw another pair of feet brisk by
my door, and then the rustle and sound of another guy pissing.
	Without thinking I reached into my bag, knowing what I wanted to
do. I moved over to the side of stall. Unless he looked under the stall he
had no way of seeing any more of me than my feet, just like I could only
see his. I bent and reached over clutching my present for him. He jumped
back at first, but after a moment I felt a slightly damp hand grasp the
pair of briefs out of my hand, the ones I had wore to the pool that
day. For another moment all I could hear was the other guy finishing up his
business at the urinal, but then I just barely heard my little voyeur draw
in a deep breath, muffled by the underwear I had just given him.
	My dick, if possibly harder than before, twitched at the thought.
	There was a flush and I could hear the door close behind the other
guy as he left. By the time he was gone my stall door had already been
unlocked and was slightly ajar. It was all the invitation my voyeur needed.
	He poked his head sheepishly around the corner, blushing wildly. He
was definitely a few years younger than me, like I thought. Thirteen at the
oldest. He was a cute kid, dark brown hair, smooth, slim body. A pair of
stylish, floral swim trunks hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing
slightly paler skin below his tanline. He held my briefs in front of his
crotch.
	"Hey," I said, cautiously.
	"Hey," he returned.
	"Close the door?"
	"Yeah."
	He did so, and I turned and faced him full on. His eyes widened as
he watched my cock give a couple of twitches. I reached out and began to
stroke it. He was fixated, his eyes following my hands as I repeated
exploring my body like before. I wanted to blow my load in this sexy kid's
face. I wanted him bent over with my dick in him. I wanted to bend over and
let him fuck me raw.
	"Do you want to take your stuff off?" I asked, as I continued to
jerk myself off not two feet away from him. He practically tripped over
himself as he tore the wet suit open and pulled them down. I relished the
sight, the curve of his ass as he bent over to get the trunks from around
his ankles. He stood and faced me again, the wet suit and my undies held
over his dick. I reached my hand out and he handed me both, covering his
crotch with his hands quickly. I threw his trucks over into the corner but
brought my briefs up to his face, rubbing the material that had that
distinct smell of a teen boys body across his cheek and in front of his
nose. He breathed in deeply and shivered.
	"What do you want to see?" I asked. I didn't want to make him do
anything he didn't initiate, but it was clear he liked to watch.
	"Can youÉ stick your fingersÉ" he started but couldn't bring
himself to finish.
	I told him to take a seat, and he did. Very quickly.
	I turned my ass to him and leaned forward, bracing myself against
the stall door. I stuck my ass out towards him, spreading my legs as far as
they could go comfortably. I just imagined it from his point of view. He
would see my naked body almost prostrate in front of him, my hole peaking
out from between my ass cheeks, my balls hanging in view from
behind. Leaning my forehead against the stall I reached back and pulled my
cheeks apart. I hoped to impart an even better view for him. I heard him
begin to pant, and I peeked over my shoulder and saw what I'd been aching
for this whole time.
	He may have been young, but when it comes down to it boys are
beasts. He sat in the chair with his legs spread open, his ass cheeks
squeaking against the plastic. He had a small bush of dark hair around the
base of what must be about a five inch dick. His dick was thin, but already
glistening with precum. One hand was grasping the arm of the chair, and the
other was furiously running up and down his slick, young cock. His mouth
hung open slightly and the sounds that came out were bestial.
	I didn't hesitate; I slid the same finger into my hole and moaned
as it plunged in up to my knuckle. He moaned in reply and I began to fuck
myself, imagining it was his dick plunging repeatedly into me.
	From his gasping I could tell if we kept going at this pace he
wouldn't last more than a minute, so I pulled out of myself and turned
around, my dick bouncing and twitching with every movement.
	"Stop," I breathed, and he slowed down, but continued to pump his
dick as he regained a little composure.
	"What do you want to see now?" I asked again.
	He whimpered a little but managed to gasp, "I want to watch youÉ
whack off in the shower."
	"Pull your chair over here," I pointed right in front of the shower
as I climbed in.  I didn't bother to close the door, and he had already
settled and resumed pumping his dick as the hot water began to course over
me.
	For a moment I gave in to the steaming hot water all over my
body. It tickled my hole, still a little raw from fingering myself. I ran
my fingers through my hair and massaged the back of my neck sensuously.
	"Whack off already," he commanded through gritted teeth. I looked
over to see that he was already doing quite enough of that for the two of
us. My dick twitched.
	"Come do it for me," I replied, and leaned against the wall of the
shower, the hot water coursing over the front of my body.
	He watched me warily for a moment, but then as if realizing I
wasn't going to keep touching myself he stood (his right hand never leaving
his own cock for a second). He stepped into the shower and I luxuriated
watching his smaller frame quiver as the hot water hit his body. Standing
directly in front of me in the close quarters of the shower cubicle his
stiff dick, standing up at a forty-five degree angle from his body, just
reached my balls. I bucked forward slightly and they grazed his tip. I
thought he was going to swoon and collapse from the slight contact.
	He braced himself and reached out. My dick twitched slightly as he
brushed his hand over the head. It was my turn to swoon. With the mixture
of the steamy hot water and the warmth of his hand, I almost came on the
spot. I moaned, not acting it up at all anymore, as he ran his hand down my
shaft. He was playing with himself, still, with his right hand, so his left
was a little clumsy, but that didn't matter. I was lost at this point, I
began leaning into his hand so he hardly needed to move it.
	Soon I pushed his hand off and turned around so I was up against
the wall. I open my legs up and looked over my shoulder. He seemed
hesitant, but moved closer to me. I didn't need to tell him what to do at
this point; I just needed to bend over slightly so we were on level with
one another. He lined up his dick with my hole and pushed in. I moaned and
he gasped. He barely had it in up to the hilt when he pulled back and began
fucking me wildly. I just leaned into him. He wasn't taking it slow. It was
rough, but a good pain. He was leaning against me and pushing into me and
groaning with every inelegant thrust.
	"Ohfuck," he gasped, "Ohfuckohfuck." It hadn't even been a minute
and I felt a warmth course into me. His thrusts were almost violent now and
he was swearing and gasping. I could feel his body shiver as he
finished. He slowly pulled out of me and seemed like he was actually going
to collapse this time.
	I let him fall into the chair. Leaning back into it, his dick
glistening with water and cum.
	"My turn," I growled, and he watched with those same wide, curious
eyes as I brought my dick inches from his face, level with his nose. Not
ready to violate some kid's mouth, or have my dick scraped up with his
clumsy little teeth, I began stroking myself as ferociously as my little
voyeur had been fucking me. He looked uncertain and a little anxious, as if
he expected he should be doing something. It was just as he reached up and
took ahold of my dick to try and help that I gave a final groan and let
loose. Strings of my cum shot out. I watched as he was hit on his bottom
lip, his shoulder, his hair and his stomach. I had to lean back against the
stall to keep myself standing.
	He looked up as if he wasn't sure what to expect next, but smirking
in anticipation, my cum still splattered all over him. He licked his bottom
lip. I smiled back, reached down, picked up my underwear laying by the
shower, wiped myself off and then threw them to him. He held them
reverently and took a whiff. It didn't take me long to dry off a little,
pull on my pants and t-shirt. Just before I pulled the door open I saw him
hop in the show, which was still running. He let me watch him for a moment
as the hot water ran over his naked body.
	My friends were waiting outside for me, laughing about how I was
the one who took forever, for once.
	I always loved spending time at the pool.