Copyright 2011 by Flint,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or
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
Clark asked, “What is your
“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?