Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 23:17:36 -0800 (PST) From: Nomlet Subject: Shower Spoils My last year as a boy scout, I was 17 and senior patrol leader of my troop while we were at summer camp. Along with the three other boys my age/rank, I took first pick of food at meals and tent sites when we camped and that sort of thing. Of course, to back it up, we had to dominate over the younger boys in any contests that came along... which we usually did. But we were good sports, and if one of us got beat, we would let the winner choose some task for us to do. The more we bragged about how good we were at everything (which was a lot), the worse the price if we got our ass handed to us. Usually something like KP duty or cleaning the latrine or some other chore the new kids typically got stuck with. Usually something like that... but not always. Chris, 14, and I had been swimming in the river before dinner and when we got to the road leading back to camp, he took off, challenging me to a race. Even though he had a head start, I still thought I could beat him. But he ran hard the whole way and though I got close, I couldn't catch him before we got to camp. Chris and I were both sweaty after our impromptu race, so we rushed to hit the shower before the troop assembled to head to the dining hall. I was naked turning on the water in the shower when Chris came up behind me. "So I won, right?" he asked. I looked back at him, standing next to his pile of clothes, holding a towel in front of his waist, smiling. "Yeah," I replied with a grin as I turned back to the shower. I had been waiting for him to say something since we got back to camp, but I guess he had been too out of breath to gloat at the time. A second later I felt a hard slap on my bare ass. "Winner gets the spoils, right?" asked Chris. "Hey!" I jumped and turned around to see Chris still grinning playfully. "You're my bitch now, right?" Chris pointed out. "Yeah, right," I said, turning back to the shower, wondering what punishment he was going to dream up for me. I liked seeing the younger boys work so hard to compete with the older guys, so I knew I would probably go along with whatever he came up with. "Oops," said Chris, as he dropped a bar of soap at my feet. "Pick that up for me, bitch." I played along and bent over for the soap. As soon as I did, I felt a hand on my back keeping me bent and another on my hip as Chris moved in behind me. I jumped when I felt his hardon placed in the crack of my ass, but he held me in my vulnerable position. "You're my bitch, right?" Chris rubbed his cock against my hole as he said it. I was shocked and nervous at what he was doing. But I was also rock hard. "Grab your ankles," Chris commanded. I think he was a little surprised when I complied, but that just encouraged him to follow through. "Yeah, that's it," he whispered. "Grab your ankles and count to a hundred," he said. "You're my bitch for a count of 100." I just stayed there, bent over, feeling his cock rub slickly over my exposed hole, waiting nervously. "Count it," he commanded, "so I can hear." "One, two, three," I started to count. I don't think he had seriously considered going through with it. His cockhead moved to my hole. It was all a joke. But then he looked down to see his cock lined up with the tight, warmth of my hole as I marked time in a trembling voice. My counting faltered as he applied pressure. "Count," he ordered again. "Um, nine, ten," I resumed my count. I gasped as his cockhead entered me. "Fuck, huh" he responded. "Keep counting." I alternated counts with grunts as he pulled my ass down on his cock. "Oh, yeah, count dude," he whispered as he slid his bone into my ass. "Uhn, keep counting..." He trailed off as he began to fuck me. My hands gripped my ankles hard as he slid in and out of my ass. His entry hadn't been gentle, but I counted through the pain. When I got to fifty, he was thrusting two or three times for every number I managed to mumble. My legs were trembling as he slapped his hips against my ass. I stopped counting when he thrust in hard with a final grunt. He did that maybe ten times as he shot his load in my ass. After a few seconds to come back down from his orgasm, Chris pulled out of my ass, and I stood up unsteadily. He slapped my ass hard again as he moved to another showerhead. "Maybe next time you'll run faster," he said casually. "Bitch," he added with a grin.