School Boy Caught in the Showers by 2 School Girls

This is set in the 1980s and in England, United Kingdom. So, some of the language is different, especially if you live in USA. So, a little guide: Fanny = Pussy, vagina, woman’s genitals. Rugby = (played during School winter terms) Rugby Union, a game played with an oval shaped ball, a lot of British High schools learn and play this game during the winter, normally only for boys. Scrum = restarting play in rugby that involves players packing close together with their heads down and attempting to gain possession of the ball. The scrum ‘engages’ with the opposition team so that the players’ heads are interlocked with the other side’s front row, both teams having 8 players involved. Hockey = (played during School winter terms) A game using a round ball, all players have sticks to hit the ball, normally only for girls. Stream = Education level, those at the same academic level are taught together, usually streamed in Mathematics and English, and some practical subjects. Spunked up = Ejaculation of semen, cumming. Wank = Masturbation, normally male, but can be used for female. PSD = Physical and Social Development, a non-exam subject over a double period, covering various subjects, such as Ethics, Famous Icons, Sex Education, Puberty and Hygiene, Social Welfare and Benefits, Budgeting, Further and Advanced Education, Applying for Jobs, etc. Pint Milk Bottle = Milkmen still deliver glass milk bottles during the night for use the next day, leaving bottles on the door step. I was in the fourth year of High school (about 14yrs old) and was in the school rugby team. One Saturday morning I entered the changing rooms to get changed for the match. At the bottom of the school there was a separate single storey block, holding a gymnasium, with equipment and one entrance/exit, and 2 separate changing   rooms; Male and Female. The rooms were a mirror image, once passed the teacher’s room (that included a single shower) you turned 90 degrees into the changing area, it is open plan with hooks at shoulder height and benches all along (like a cloak room). There were 2 bays for changing, at the end is a little ledge that led to communal showers with shower heads all around the walls. Visiting teams (other school rugby teams) used the female changing rooms and our team used the male. Already Dale and Graeme (2 guys on the team) had arrived and were getting changed, regaling the rest of the team about the pint milk bottle they had stolen from a doorway step and drunk on their way in. Dale and I were what you could call early bloomers, as we had been the first boys in our year to get pubes at 10/11, and we were the only ones in the team that had a patch of chest hair. As the guys got changed into the team kit (Rugby Top, Shorts, and socks (mostly in maroon colours as school colours), and studded football/rugby boots) they walked out to the fields to warm up, practice passing, and kicking before the match. Once changed I walked out and around the corner to the fields. Although winter, it was a fine bright day and not too cold. ‘Johnny! Johnny!’ On the way, I heard my name being called from the side, ‘hold on!’ As I looked there were the 2 Wendys from my registration class (Wendy E was a girl in a lower stream than me, had brown curly hair and a gap between her front two teeth, Wendy V was a girl in my stream and had light brown hair and quick to smile. Both sat in the table in front of me at registration). Both girls were dressed in the school hockey kit, a maroon short sleeved top, white with yellow and maroon patterned cardigan, maroon gym knickers and trainers. They walked up to me and we exchanged some banter. They said they had an away hockey match this morning and were there to be picked up at the school. They started to comment on how hairy my legs were and one on each side squatted down to get a better look, both putting their cool hands on either side of my leg, just above my knee and rubbing a little bit higher, feeling the hair on my legs, as they had never seen me in shorts before (this was the 80s so the shorts were short shorts, not baggy or long). Looking up at me they both commented that it gets hairier the higher you go. They could clearly see that darker and heavier pubic hair began halfway down my inner thigh going up my shorts leg. ‘I wonder how much hairier it gets?’ Wendy V asked, smiling up at me, knowing full well that I must have a hairy cock. Moving her hand a little higher, her fingers going through the heavier hair on my inner thighs. ‘Probably gets a lot hairier at the top of his legs,’ Wendy E answered smiling, confirming what they were both talking about. She also started moving her hands higher. I started to feel a little uncomfortable as this was flirty and suggestive and with me only wearing a rugby strip and underwear, and with the little the girls had on, accentuating their fit teen bodies, and they were so close I could smell their perfume. If I was to get an erection it would be very obvious and hard to conceal it. ‘I need to get to the playing field and practice with the others,’ I said urgently. Stepping through their hands and lifting my legs to get released. ‘Okay Spoilsport!’ They singsonged, smiling as they let me go. Before the match the P.E. (Physical Education) teacher, Mr. Sanderson, acting as referee, asked if I could hang back a little after, about an hour, just to make sure that the Caretaker could collect the keys and lock up. He would normally do this but had to pick up his repaired car from the garage before they closed at 12 noon. Being in the top stream, he thought I would be more responsible. After the match, as I had plenty of time, I decided to check everything was agreeable for the visiting school team. I chatted with the teacher from the other school, talking about upcoming fixtures and how other teams were faring. The team declined the use of the showers, but our team could be heard noisily using the showers and getting dressed. The field had not been particularly muddy, but with the playing fields outside in the open, there was some mud and grass stains on legs and kit and sweat from the exertion of the game and scrums. The visiting school team left in their minibus and as I chatted with our team as they got dressed. I asked Dale and Graeme to take away their empty cans of lager they had brought in and drank, as there would be trouble if they were discovered. They agreed that this was for the best and they were just celebrating the win, offering me an unopened can. I refused with a smile, as Dale just pulled the can ring opening the can and slurping off the foam exploding from the pull tab.  I started to get undressed to use the shower. As I pulled my underwear down and walked into the shower, leaving my towel next to my clothes, the last of my team left to go home, with the rest of the weekend to enjoy. I was enjoying the shower as it was warm and all to myself. I had washed all the mud and sweat away. The shower was warm and relaxing, and it felt nice, private, and quiet, as there was no one else to share with. I did consider having a quick jerk, but had not decided, I was not playing with my cock, but was not exactly not. Being naked was arousing and my cock was a little fluffed, parallel to the floor. When I am erect it was a full 7 ¼ inches and pointed to the ceiling, and as I am not circumcised the foreskin would roll a little back revealing my japs eye and a little of the shiny glans. The skin would cover the inflated head, but the shape would look like an erect penis except with that extra covering of skin at the head. ‘Johnny is that you?’ a girl’s voice shouted above the sound of the shower spray. I was facing the shower wall, but that meant anybody looking into the shower could see my bottom and could tell I was naked. Oh My God! I looked over my shoulder and saw the 2 Wendys, both looking at me, smiling and their eyes twinkling.   ‘Nice buns!’ Wendy E smiled. They were still dressed for Hockey, maroon tops, gym knickers, and trainers, but now had the short gym skirts on too, looking smart and with fresh faces from the exertions of playing hockey earlier. They were both standing at the edge of the shower opening, looking in at me. I looked over to see where my towel was: near my clothes but I would have to pass them to get it. ‘Are you naked? Oh My God! you are!’ Wendy E said, her voice getting higher, ‘can we see you? Show us your cock? Turn around, Wendy’s never seen a naked boy before.’ ‘Ssshhhh! Hey! neither have you,’ Wendy V hissed. ‘I have, my nephew Josh, so there!’ Wendy E smiled confidently. ‘He’s only 4, so that doesn’t count,’ Wendy V argued. My teen body was reacting to the situation and my cock was now fully hard and facing the ceiling.  The showers stopped automatically as worked on a timer. I felt totally betrayed by my teen body and realised this could be really embarrassing. It was difficult keeping face contact as my neck was stretched as far as I could, trying to keep my full frontal as far away as I could, I didn’t want the girls to know I had an erection. ‘Look, girls, you should not be in here, and the caretaker is due,’ I explained, trying to give as many reasons as I could think of why they should not be there, ‘also this is the male changing rooms and it is not fair as I am at a full disadvantage, being naked.’ ‘Will you…. can we see it?’ Wendy V asked quietly. She was asking me directly and seriously if they can see my cock. ‘I know, we’ll show you our tits,’ Wendy E said, ‘howay Wendy! let’s get them out!’ Wendy E lifted her top over her two beautiful pink tipped breasts, as she was not wearing a bra. Wendy V could not believe her friend but followed and lifted her shirt and then lifted her cropped top over her breasts, presenting another set of beautiful teenage pink tipped breasts, slightly smaller, but no less nice. Lifting their tops presented their smooth white skinned tummy and belly button, and you could see the curve of their bodies from the rib cage to a tight waist swelling out to the hips. As they moved their breasts jiggled slightly. Both pair of breasts had no sag and the pink areolae were totally visible and on the upper part and looked like they did not need to wear a bra. I thought, Shit! This has left me nowhere to go, with no option, but to turn around! As I turned around, I’m sure my face must have been bright red. Both Wendys were not looking at my face, though, they were fixated at my erect cock. As I turned they had seen my erection bobbing and getting a profile view so they could see how big and curved it was. As they realised it was hard, they both smiled. ‘Umm, I didn’t realise we were going to see a hard on,’ said Wendy E, with a conspirational smile to her friend. ‘It’s so hard and big,’ said Wendy V excitedly, ‘and I didn’t realise that the balls get hairy, too.’ ‘And a hairy chest and a hairy cock,’ added Wendy E smiling, like the cat that got the cream, noticing my hairy chest. ‘Look at how it stands up so erect!’ Wendy V said in an excited high-pitched voice. This made me more embarrassed as they were describing what they could see; this was their first view of a boy of their own age naked, and because I was sexually excited they could see all that I had: hard cock facing the ceiling and hanging below, clearly on view my balls in their hairy sack, surrounded by a hairy bush that spread onto my inner thighs. Their twinkling eyes drinked in their view in front; a boy their own age, clearly well into puberty, mature, sexually aroused, naughty, his genitals no longer private, their first view of a boy naked of their own age. There was no internet, and porno mags and videos were very difficult to get hold of at 14, in the 80s. The only imagery we had were in biology, or PSD (Physical and Social Development) where the basics were taught and there were a few drawings. Erections were not illustrated, and as we were all virgins this was a new sex experience. Wendy V looked up at my face and blushed red; she knew that I knew that she knew exactly what I looked like naked and how far my pubes grew from my inner thighs up over my genitals and then growing into a treasure trail up to my belly button, and then the patch of chest hair, and just to make things complete my nipples standing out and erect. She then gave a sheepish grin in sympathy of my embarrassment; standing totally naked with an erection exhibiting my sexual excitement in front of 2 girls but enjoying the warm feelings of her own sexual arousal that was covered and hidden. There was no way my erection was going to go away with 2 girls, who I knew, and who were the same age, standing there with their teenage breasts clearly on show. Both girls’ breasts now had erect nipples standing out proud, in sympathy with mine. ‘Can you spunk up?’ Wendy V then asked a question I was hoping would not be asked, ‘how often do you wank? In PSD (Physical and Social Development) Mrs. Toland said boys masturbate most days?’ I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want to admit to the girls in my year that I masturbated every day and more often more than once, and sometimes I had small friction burns because I did it too much. ‘Yes, I can spunk up,’ I admitted, and mumbled, ‘but don’t do it very much.’ ‘You can’t tell me you don't do it?’ Wendy V looked at me accusingly and raised an enquiring eyebrow, challenging me, ‘it has to feel so good!’ ‘Okay, yes I do it every day,’ I quickly blurted out, correcting myself. I blushed realising I was admitting to the 2 girls that I masturbated every day. Masturbation was a subject that most boys joked about and called others ‘wankers’ as a term of derision. I did not realise that girls knew about masturbation, and they seemed to know a lot. These 2 girls were asking about a most private male practice that I thought only boys knew about. ‘Have you spunked up today?’ Wendy E asked. ‘No,’ I mumbled, and looked down. ‘Will you…. can we see you do it?’ Wendy V asked, ‘You are already really hard.’ ‘Can we see you spunk up?’ The other Wendy looked at me and asked pointedly. ‘You don’t want to see that,’ I said, hoping, forlornly, to change their mind. ‘Yes, we do!’ Both Wendys said in unison excitedly, smiling at each other. ‘Go on, do it for us, please,’ Wendy V added, looking at me with pleading eyes, ‘we won’t tell anyone.’ ‘I can’t,’ I said, ‘I’d be too embarrassed.’ ‘We’ll help,’ Wendy V said, ‘we’ll show you our fannies.’ ‘Hold on, I’m not doing that!’ Wendy E piped up, realising this was going too far than what she had been prepared for. ‘Wendy, he has shown us, so come on!’ Wendy V responded, ‘it’s only fair.’ As she unfastened her skirt and bent down to push down her maroon gym knickers. Wendy E Looked at her, Wendy V had suddenly taken the initiative and taken the lead, she did a double take, gave a sigh and followed her friend. Both stood up, their breasts jiggling slightly, showing their hairy fannies. They both were hairy.  I did know that girls did got pubes but not as hairy as this. Both were sporting a full dark brown curly haired triangle. I could not see any lips, and at that time was not aware of female anatomy. Although their hair on their heads differed, their pubes were both the same colour of dark brown and matched in thickness and volume. Their pubic hair looked thicker than boys as there was no penis or balls to stop or grow around, so it was just a neat pelt of unbroken curly pubic hair right between their thighs. Obviously, girls do develop earlier than boys, and these 2 14yrs olds were nearly fully developed, and would have been more advanced than any other boy in our team bar Dale and myself. Probably all 3 of us were at the same stage of maturity. Both stood up looking at me and both their faces were red as they both blushed, especially as they saw my eyes go down to see what they had. Both Wendys stood there with both breasts on show, tops around their necks and then you could see the shape of their fit teenage bodies, flat stomach, belly button, both hour glass figures and their triangular pubic bush standing out between their legs, and then their gym knickers down around their knees. As both girls were in various school teams and athletic, their thighs and legs were shapely and not stick thin like some school girls. I had been pushed into a corner again by their willingness to assist me. I took hold of my hard cock and pulled the foreskin right back exposing the shiny bellend, covered in precum. They could easily see the frenulum as I slowly pulled the foreskin right back, and how much bigger the glans became as the head inflated in excitement. Looking like a red headed mushroom proud to be unveiled as the foreskin was pulled back, showing the japs eye, oozing with precum, and the bellend totally inflated showing how it got its name. ‘Wow!’ Wendy E exclaimed. ‘Fuck!’ Wendy V growled, very uncharacteristically and then pushed her hand into her fanny, and at the same time pushed her hips forward meeting her hand, giving it a rub. It looked like she was experienced in playing with her pussy. I pushed the foreskin back and forth over the head spreading the precum. The unmistaken sound of wanking could be heard as I pulled the foreskin back and forth over my glans. The girls were seeing a boy their own age wanking, being able to know what the secret male practice was all about and how boys masturbate. ‘Oh wow! look at his balls bouncing!’ Wendy E exclaimed, as my wanking became faster, and the wet squelching noise of my foreskin sliding back and forth over the precummed glans. Wendy V was getting really turned on and was rubbing her fanny, right between her legs (right on her lips) and then stuck her middle finger into her vagina. Wendy E just looked at her friend in disbelief, then at me, noticing that I was looking at Wendy V’s hand fingering her wet hairy vagina. Her finger going between her legs then coming out, wet and sticky. This all happened in a matter of seconds, and I knew that I would not last long, and they would see me climax, shooting cum from my erect cock. Suddenly there was a loud noise from outside, a car pulling up. Both girls quickly pulled down their shirts and pulled up their gym knickers and ran out. I stopped wanking hastily and quickly got out the shower, and as I was nearly dry after these shenanigans, got dressed. Quickly pulling on my underwear, covering my erection and pushing it down in my jeans, trying to hide the boner under my clothes. I was just finished dressing when the caretaker walked in. ‘Everything alright?’ he asked. I said yes and handed him the keys. I walked out and into the weekend sunshine. As I walked home, I thought maybe the 2 Wendys were hanging around. Unfortunately, they weren’t and so never got a chance to finish. Although once I got home, I had a wank (I did not want to suffer with blue balls) and came quickly and a lot with thick spunk, as I had been really turned on. Although the Wendys sat in front of me at registration we never mentioned the incident, it was difficult as there was a boy in my stream sitting next to me. We never had the chance to repeat the experience as the same coincidences did not happen again. However, there was a few knowing smiles between me and Wendy V. We both were remembering that Saturday morning in the shower.