I've taken long enough, he thought. I'm glad some don't take showers. They sure must smell.
He took off his trunks and walked rapidly toward the swinging doors.
A husky boy wildly pushed it open and came running toward him. His naked body and flying hair dripped with water and his face gleamed with excitement. Right behind were two others running after him. One had a filled sponge which he threw but missed, and the other a dripping towel he kept snapping at the boy's buttocks in front of him.
"Look out, Gay," screamed the water-soaked individual, running past. His arms flying through the air, his face filled with wild excitement and laughter. He quickly turned his head to see how far behind his pursuers were.
Gaylord tried a faint smile, watched him. It was not until he turned that he discovered the boy with the towel had stopped beside him. He saw the big feet and hairy legs standing in front of him. He cringed, expecting to feel the wet cloth fall across his own bottom.
"Hey fellows," the boy bellowed, squinting his devilish eyes. "Come back here. I want you to see something." He pushed back the dripping hair from his forehead.
Gaylord heard the scuffling of returning footsteps. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was sure it wasn't going to be anything pleasant. How can I get away, he pondered quickly … I've got to get away.
"Whataya want, Pete?" asked one, looking at the boy with the moving towel.
"Look," he laughed, pointing at Gaylord. "Look at the tool this sissy's got."
Gaylord's legs began to tremble.
Pete continued. "Shit, I thought you had the biggest one in school, Stud, but Pretty Boy here's got you bested by a couple of inches."
Gaylord put both hands over his groin. They followed as he walked.
Stud went on. "What's the matter, Pretty Boy? Don't you want to show it off? You ought to be proud of that honker."
Gaylord tried to grin. "It's nothing to show off."
