The teacher examined Jonny's genitals, saying plainly,
~Hmmm. Yes. Everything seems normal here. Wait, you're that new kid, aren't you?
Jonny shook his head, yes.
~First day?
Jonny shook his head again, slower this time, feeling a bit apprehensive.
~Well, then, lets get you cleaned up properly in the showers. Jimmy! Hey, Jim!
A tall boy, even taller than Mark, looked over and got out of his line. He walked right up to the teacher.
~What's up Mr. Tyler?
~This kid's new. He needs help in the shower.
Jim looked over at Jonny with a smug, halfway smile and said,
~Ohhh. Is that so?
Mr. Tyler smiled back and said between his teeth,
~Yep. He'll need a lot of help!
Jonny watched Jim and Mr. Tyler laugh a little as they both turned to look right at him. He didn't like where this was going and scrunched his face in disgust. Then, seeing his line backing up, Mr. Tyler hurried things along,
~Alright, lift that gown real quick, lets get you two moving!
With that, Jim begrudgingly lifted up his gown, right there, giving Mr. Tyler, Jonny, and most of the boys in line a full view of his package. Jonny could have sworn he heard one of the boys in line whisper, 'hey, check it out, it's a slim Jim!'
Jim's face turned red, and he quicky put his gown back down as soon as Mr. Tyler was done fondling, I mean, examining him. Jim turned to Jonny in a huff,
~Alright, new kid! Lets get make this quick!
Jim grabbed Jonny's arm and pulled him down the hall. Jonny turned looked back at Mr. Tyler and heard him say,
~Better do what Jim says, there, new kid. Unless you'd rather have a teacher help you shower!
With that, Mr. Tyler and the other teachers chuckled and smirked, eyeing Jonny. Jonny turned back and followed Jim as best he could, but Jim was growing more erratic by the second. I guess getting examined in full view of everybody wasn't his idea of a good time. But he knew what he would like: making Jonny pay.
As Jim and Jonny turned the corner to the showers, Jim grabbed a towel from the shelf and threw one at Jonny. Catching it and holding it to his chest, Jonny saw the steam and water sprinkling down from a ton of shower heads. The whole room had a long center hallway with drains every so often in the middle, but all the showers had stalls. They were all rather large, with three shower heads in each stall: one on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right. Jonny could easily see inside each stall as he walked by because there weren't any shower curtains, but at least being in a stall meant you were somewhat covered. Jim dragged Jonny to the last stall in the row, just before the exit where a couple of teachers were waiting and watching all the boys getting into the stalls.
~Alright, new kid. Hang everything up on these hooks. They're all you get in here. You get them wet, and you gotta walk back to your room naked. No wet towels in the halls. Got it?
Jonny nodded his head. Then, Jim took Jonny's towel, threw it in the middle of the shower, and turned it on full blast, drenching the towel. Jonny just let his jaw drop open, completely aghast.
~Now, that wasn't good for you, new kid, but I'll tell you what. Do what I say, and you can use my towel to dry off. I mean, once I'm done with it of course. But it's better than being naked. Capiche?
Jonny nodded, and almost started to say something rude but was interrupted,
~Now, now. Mr. Tyler gave me strict instructions. I need to wash you really good. Got it? Unless...you'd rather get washed by a teacher.
Jim peeked his head around the corner of the shower stall,
~Hey, Mr. Clive, can you go get Mr. Tyler for me. I'm supposed to wash this new kid here really good, but I don't think he's gonna listen. I might need a teacher to help.
Jim smiled nice and big at Mr. Clive, who simply grinned and walked past the boys to go switch out with Mr. Tyler. The teachers always made sure the new boys were washed well.
Jonny's heart sank. This couldn't be happening. He just got fondled, I mean, examined by a teacher, and now he'd have to be washed by this older boy or by Mr. Tyler's giant hands. He decided he'd just suck it up (figuratively, figuratively!) and let Jim wash him.
~Ok, ok, I got it. Just, let me keep my gown dry, ok? I've had enough for one day.
Jim shook his head and scoffed,
~Oh, my, my, my. You've got no idea how this place works, do ya, new kid? Your day's just beginning. It's gonna be a looooong night for you, that's for sure!
Jonny retorted defensively,
~It's Jonny, ok? My name's Jonny!
Jim was not impressed, holding up his hands as if he were really sorry,
~Oh, ok, ok. Jonny then, huh. Well JONNY, how about you hang up that nice little gown of yours and we can get this over with?
Jonny slowly unclipped his gown and placed it carefully on the hook. He just wanted this day to be over. He normally loved taking showers. It was his favorite place to jerk off. He'd even experimented a few times recently by sticking his finger up his butt, just to see how it would feel. He had been surprised with how much he liked it, but he felt kinda gay doing it so he tried to only do it a few times a week. But now, for some reason, he kept thinking about how he loved sliding his hands up and down his body, all soapy and slippery. It was like he realized he was about to take a shower, and couldn't help thinking this was 'sexy time.'
Jim looked down at Jonny's crotch, surprised,
~Hey, what the hell? Jonny's got a little stiffy, huh???
Jonny's face flushed with terror as he looked straight down, wide-eyed at his dick, standing at full attention, ready for action. His fingers and hands stretched out and froze as he stood there, staring at his cock in sheer disbelief. Why was he hard? Why here of all places? Why NOW???
Jim just grabbed the soap and started lathering up his hands. He thought he was going to torture Jonny into getting a boner when he didn't want one, but this was better. Now he'd make Jonny cum, whether he wanted to or not. Jim walked up to Jonny with his soapy hands, coaxing,
~Someone's looking a little too eager to be washed. Maybe you just need a hand to help you relax.
Jonny was dumbfounded as he watched Jim's outstretched hand grasp his dick shaft right in the middle and started to slip and slide back and forth, getting it all soapy and bubbly. His cock pulsated uncontrollably. His breath stopped for a moment, feeling his chest tighten as he desperately wanted to scream, but the feeling rising up from his throbbing cock was still pleasure, even though he couldn't believe he was being jerked off by another boy.
Jonny snapped his head up, looking Jim straight in the eyes, showing him the stunned state of shock he was in. Jim laughed,
~Oh my god, don't tell me this is your first time?! No way! Are you a virgin???
Jonny blinked hard, scrunching his face and making his eyes burn. When he opened them, seeing Jim's hand still grasping his cock while Jim covered his own mouth from laughter, Jonny tried to push Jim, but he slipped on the soap dripping down off his hard cock. His foot slipped right under Jim, knocking Jim forward and making him fall right on top of Jonny.
The boys hit the shower floor with a loud thud. Jim straddled Jonny's body, with his arms right next to Jonny's head. But with Jim's gown still on and hanging down, Jonny couldn't see anything lower than his own chest. With anger in his eyes, Jonny reached up to try to grab Jim around the neck. But Jim stretched his arms out more, pulling himself back and looking a little worried. Jonny didn't stop, and grabbed right onto the collar of Jim's gown. Jim pulled back even more, breaking the snap and falling backwards, right out of his gown and landing naked on his ass.
~Oh, REALLY? You think you can beat the wrestling champ?? This is gonna be more fun than I thought!
With that, Jim crawled up to Jonny, who was a little tangled up in Jim's gown. It was all wet and wouldn't move when he kept trying to peel it off. Jim took his chance and grabbed Jonny's legs, turning him over and exposing his bare behind. In an instant, Jim was up on top of Jonny, easily overpowering the smaller boy. He grabbed the soap and washed all over Jonny's face, stinging his eyes and making him cry out and scream like a little girl.
Jonny couldn't help it. He tried desperately to rub the soap out of his eyes, all the while feeling Jim's searching hands soaping up and rubbing his body all over. Jim soaped up everywhere, getting Jonny's arms and armpits, making Jonny laugh even though he was in sheer pain. Then, Jim moved his soapy hands down along Jonny's sides, feeling his slender hips and waist before soaping up Jonny's plump, round butt cheeks. Jim even slipped his hand down Jonny's crack, fingering his tight hole and ramming his fingers down into Jonny's ballsack.
Instinctively, Jonny reached down to cover his goods, but Jim rolled him over and started on Jonny's front. He rubbed his tummy and chest, getting them all soapy before sliding down to Jonny's crotch, sliding his slippery hands right underneath Jonny's. Jim grabbed Jonny's junk with both hands, squishing them back and forth, getting all his goodies nice and soapy. He even grabbed Jonny's dick with one hand, and both balls with the other, and started jerking Jonny off again. Jonny's eyes were still burning, but he tried to move Jim's hands, but ended up only sliding on top of them because they were all too soapy and slippery. Desperate, feeling his junk being racked and squeezed, pumped and pummeled, Jonny let out a short, pathetic, high-pitched scream.
In his hazy watering eyes, Jonny could just barely make out Jim's silhouette. He reached up and jammed his own soapy hands toward Jim's face, but all he could manage to reach was Jim's mouth. He got all his fingers in though, making Jim pull back and spit out, over and over, sticking his tongue out in disgust. Then...
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