Public Nudity/Camping Day 1 - Go to your own tent to get a good night's rest

You wouldn't mind sleeping 'with' someone tonight, but as the boys start to retire you say goodnight and crawl into your tent like the good girl you're still trying to be. They're up for a while later still, horsing around in their tent. Henry gets audibly upset about that but eventually they settle down and your curiosity subsides, allowing you to fall asleep as well.

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Morning always comes too quickly, but joyful birds chirping in the trees is a welcome invitation to start the day.

When you crawl out into the crisp morning air you find some of the boys are already up. Adam is sitting beside the fire pit poking at the ashes with a stick. Henry is sat at the table munching on a pop tart. Zach emerges from the boys tent carrying some towels just as you stand and stretch in front of yours.

"Morning!" you cheerfully greet him.

""G'morning," he replies, then pauses. "Henry and I were gonna go shower. Did you wanna come?"

"I'm not showering," quickly counters Henry with a mouthful of pastry.

"Yeah you are. Mom said so."

"No she didn't!"

"Yes. She did," insists Zach with a rather emphatic head nod.

"But mom's not even here!" Henry crosses his arms indignantly but Zach stares him down until the younger brother stands from the picnic table. "You just want me to suffer."

"Quit being a baby. You'll thank me later," Zach answers, shaking his head. "C'mon Claire. Go grab a towel and come join us."

He seems a little insistent, but it probably would be good to wash off the campfire smoke. You duck inside your tent, grab your towel from your bag, and then feel a pang of naughtiness hit you. Slipping off your shirt to leave you fully naked, you wrap your white towel around your body and pop back out of your tent a moment later. With your towel firmly under your armpits the bottom comes to mid-thigh. You're fully covered, but not with a lot of leeway. Walking all the way through the campgrounds wearing nothing but a towel is a dangerous but tantalizing idea that you're glad you thought of.

"Oh! Let me come too!" cries Adam, after spotting you in your towel. He scrambles up, bursts inside the boys tent, and jumps out a second later holding a towel of his own.

"We good?" asks Zach.

"Let's go!" you reply with a bold smile.

"Last one there is a rotten egg!" declares Adam before racing away from the campsite.

All 3 boys take off down the main road. You should be at least as fast as them, but you have a couple things hindering you, including the bottom of your towel flapping in the breeze. You manage to stay close until halfway through camp when you gradually fall further behind.

"Guys! Wait! I don't have shoes on!"

The boys give up on their competition and let you catch up. All of you breathing heavy now, you slow to a walking pace and collect yourselves.

"I woulda won," says Adam.

"No, I woulda won," replies Henry. His brother scoffs.

"No way! We were both ahead of you."

You adjust your towel, opening it excessively wide to help you 'fix' it, but the boys are too busy arguing to even notice you flashing them. Part of you wishes you had just let it fall while running, but you were too caught up in not being left in the dust. Never wanting to be too obvious, you'll just have to find another opportunity after your shower to flash them some more.

The four of you arrive at the front of camp and head toward the little washroom shack. There are two doors on the front for boys and girls with a separate sign labelled "showers" that directs you to the side. But when you swing around to the back of the building there is only one entrance for the public showers, not two.

Piling inside, there is a small changing area here and little else. Some dirty cubbies at the door are clearly meant for shoes. Two benches are on either side of the room for sitting with a side table at the end of one of them and some hooks along the wall to hang things. But then you notice an open corner at the end of the room you can't see around.

As the boys awkwardly start to strip down you check around the corner. It opens up on the other side of the wall to a similarly sized room as the first, but this one is fully tiled and has pipes and shower heads strung up along the walls with a drain in the middle of the floor. It is very spartan, lacking any kind of dividers or curtains. You spot some weird brackets on the walls and suspect that they either had dividers at one point and had to remove them or never got around to installing them in the first place. Either way, this is a very public public shower, and you four are the only ones here.

It's perfect!

You strut back around the corner to catch the boys suddenly stop whispering. You don't comment or pay them any attention really. You simply remove your towel, neatly fold it, place it on the side table, then strut your naked self back around the corner ready to get wet.

Only six showerheads adorn the space, split between two opposing walls. There are push buttons on the walls for each showerhead just like at a lot of swimming pools. These are always a pain, but at least they're not coin operated or something. They also have two dispensers attached to the wall here, one for soap and one for shampoo, which is one of few luxuries this camp offers.

You pick one of the middle spots and firmly press the button to activate it. Facing the stream of water that hits you - more cold than hot, but tolerable - you await the boys on pins and needles. Your nipples are already stiff as the water runs over them, but you try to tell yourself it's because of the temperature.

The spot the boys over your shoulder a moment later, all naked and cupping their junk. Henry is noticeably smaller than the other two, especially without any clothes on. They awkwardly shuffle around across from you and pick their own spots, none of them brave enough to share a wall with you. Zach and Adam turn on their showers and start to rub their bodies one-handed. The two of them are a similar height and build but Adam's body looks more toned, lean, and strong compared to his friend. Cute little Henry meanwhile just stands there holding himself.

"Aren't you going to shower?" you ask.

"It's just... weird."

"I think standing there not showering is a lot weirder," you explain, "especially if all you're gonna do is stare."

"But I don't want to see a bunch of guys showering."

"Thanks for the insult," you reply. "But maybe you can pretend I'm a girl while we're all naked in here, okay? And then maybe," you add, turning to face them after covering your naughty bits with your hands, "I'll let you see me if I can see you. And then we can all have a nice shower."

Adam quickly punches Henry in the shoulder, very much a "don't ruin this" warning. With some hesitation, Henry pulls his hands away from his cute little boy dick. You respond in kind and uncover your chest, then look to the other boys. They both reveal themselves as well and you pull your hand away from your crotch, your transaction complete.

"See? We're just showering, right? It's not a big deal." Of course you say that while ogling Zach's cock. Although Adam is packing more than Henry, both of them still look like boys. Zach meanwhile has an adult-sized dick on a tween-sized body, his long schlong thick and swingy but still as hairless and smooth as a baby. You really weren't expecting that and it throws you a little. You just wanted to be able to justify showing yourself off to the boys, but now you're the one that's staring. You feel really guilty about it too, even though you know full well their eyes are all over you.

Your shower has been off for a while before you notice. Your cooling skin is all that manages to shake yourself free from your cock gazing. Suddenly embarrassed by their nudity more than your own, you turn toward the wall and slap your button again, hiding the rising redness in your cheeks.

"You need some soap Claire..."

You're actually not sure if it was a question or a suggestion, but you nod and step over to the end of the room to dispense yourself some soap. You can't keep from stealing glances at Zach, but return to your spot while you work up a lather in your hands. But then you smile.

"I've heard guys really like it when girls soap up their boobs."

That got their attention. Not that you didn't already have it. With a gentle touch you slowly work your hands around each of your tits, lifting them slightly, pressing them together, rubbing your nipples, just sensually exploring your chest.

"Oh yeah," nods Adam. "We definitely like that."

"Yeah, th-that's pretty cool," adds Henry.

After a minute of tit play your boys are starting to look pretty stiff. Zach hasn't touched his fat dick which is still only semi-hard, the shaft lifting and bobbing but the tip drooping toward the floor slightly. But his brother and his friend are both fully awake, just not as impressive. Adam has even started rubbing himself, tugging and stroking his meager cock while watching you.

"I think you have the right idea Adam, but you might want some soap too."

The other boys look at Adam before they all race to the dispenser. A moment later they're back at their stations slapping their buttons and soaping their cocks.

Up until now everything has been layered with pretense and deniability, but there's hardly anything left here, stripped away along with everyone's clothes and inhibitions. But you're all still silent, the hiss of the water being the only sounds accompanying your soapy arousal. You all appreciate this release, this space, being able - and now expected - to openly touch yourselves in front of each other. It's innocent but naughty, normal but perverted. But the more you watch the boys jack off in front of you, and jack off to you, the more you want them to-

"Good morning fellow campers!"

Henry squeals like a girl and covers himself. Zach turns away, not as easily able to hide his hefty erection. Adam doesn't clue in right away that someone just came around the corner and merely slows his stroking for a moment while his brain gets up to speed. Meanwhile you're not much better. You freeze hoping to appear the most normal but try to move some of your suds elsewhere on your body in hopes that the older man who just walked in doesn't think you've been rubbing your boobs for several minutes straight. But you have to concede to yourself after a moment that you should just turn toward the water and rinse off.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle anybody!"

You smile and shake your head. You're well beyond that, a burst of adrenaline and shame already coursing through you. But you do your best to not let on. "That's okay! Henry's easily startled."

This older guy has already parked himself beside you and turned on the shower before setting a bottle of bodywash down on the tiled floor. It goes without saying that he's just as naked as the rest of you and isn't the least bit concerned.

"Wasn't expecting so many youngsters here so early! Name's Jim!" He thrusts his hand toward you and you cautiously extend your own.

"Um... Claire."

"Nice to meet you, Claire!" He grips you in a firm handshake, pulling your arm taut as he pumps vigorously which makes your boobs jiggle and bounce. The boys are already slinking away, the introduction of this stranger too much for them to handle. Maybe it would've been different if they hadn't all been caught with their hands on their cocks.

"I hope I didn't scare anyone into leaving. These are public showers after all. Everyone's welcome."

"No, we're done," Zach replies tersely, the others already around the corner. He pauses and tilts his head toward the door, looking at you. "Claire?"

• Leave with the boys Request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 17:56, 24 January 2020 (CET)
• You're not done showering yet