Author: Farrokh2

Camp Bathhouse: Chapter Two [OC] [Voyeur] [MF] Don’t forget to bring a towel!

# Chapter Two: Hello Handsome

What the hell am I supposed to do? Here I am, fucking naked, with my splooge dripping off of me and now the sound barrier of Amalie’s shower is gone! Shit, I thought to myself. Alright, fuck, I have to make a move… or wait… maybe I don’t. Maybe that’s the move, maybe the best thing for me to do is to just hang out for a minute, wait for Amalie to finish up and leave. Duh, I don’t even know why I shook myself up for a second there.

I could hear what I assumed was the sound of Amalie grabbing her towel and beginning to dry herself off. I sat as quietly as I could on my shower bench which was now moist to the touch due to the amount of steam floating through the bathhouse. The place was very well lit which wasn’t helping my situation. The golden light of tungsten light bulbs lit up every square inch of the bathhouse and there were no, on or off switches for those lights. But, I was still hidden in silence behind the shower stall door. Even if someone else came in I was most likely fine because they’d probably assume my stall was just occupied. Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Chapter One [OC] [Voyeur] [MF] [Masturbation] Ever fantasized about being peeked on in the shower?

# Chapter One: The First Shower

Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.

Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder-length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be. Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Part 4 [MF] [Teen] [Public]

She stood there in the water, just floating. She would periodically lower herself down so the water would rise up above her lips and up to her nose, leaving just her hazel eyes exposed.

“Aren’t you hot?” Reese asked me.

“Hot?” I returned.

“Yes sir, aren’t you hot sitting there in the sun?”

“Um yeah- it’s pretty warm out here…”

She paused for a moment and looked at me. Then she looked down at the water where her naked body was standing in. The water was too dark for me to see her bare front side. But just being this close to another butt naked girl, this one now aware of my presence and almost begging me to, well, fuck her I guess made me… not that hard. I mean I was aroused, of course, I felt turned on but something about the fact that she was so into it and was so eager to get with me took some of the excitement out of the situation for me.

“Well, why don’t you come in here and cool off with me?” she asked, looking back up at me slowly and then leaning her head back to run her hair through the water behind her. That lean did something for me. That lean reminded me of- Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Part 3 [MF] [Outdoor]

Ben and Amelie started to collect themselves and reassemble their clothes on their now naked bodies. There was an awkward silence in the air. So awkward you could almost hear it. At the moment I didn’t know what to think. Should I feel bad about the fact that my brother may have just ruined his whole life with the urge of one simple boner? Or should I just laugh about it? I was torn. Either way, I had seen more than enough, tonight, to last me for the next month of jerking off; shoot I might as well of just thrown my iPod away. I wasn’t gonna need it for a long time. Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Part 2 [Voyeur] [MF] [Public]

What the hell was I supposed to do? There I am, fucking naked, with my own splooge dripping off of me and now the sound barrier of Amalie’s shower was gone! Shit, I thought to myself. Alright, fuck, I have to make a move… or wait… maybe I don’t. Maybe that’s the move, maybe the best thing for me to do is to just hang out for a minute, wait for Amelie to finish up and leave. Duh, I don’t even know why I shook myself up for a second there.

I could hear what I assumed was the sound of Amelie grabbing her towel and beginning to dry herself off. I sat as quietly as I could on my shower bench which was now moist to the touch due to the amount of steam floating through the bath house. The place was very well lit which wasn’t helping my situation. The golden light of tungsten light bulbs lit up every square inch of the bath house and there were no, on or off switches for those lights. But, I was still hidden in silence behind the shower stall door. Even if someone else came in I was most likely fine because they’d probably assume my stall was just occupied. Read more »

Camp Bathhouse: Part 1 [Voyeur] [MF] [Masturbation]

Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.

Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be. Read more »

Camp Cauldron: Part 1 [MF] [PUBLIC] [VOYEUR]

Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.

Amalie, I knew her obviously as my brother’s girlfriend that he always brought along on family outings or over to the house but this was the first time I was going to be forced to be in constant contact with her. I couldn’t really complain besides being jealous of my brother, that he had a girlfriend and I didn’t. Amalie was nice and well, nice looking. She was white, but her skin had a soft golden brown tan to it since the beginning of the summer which I had to admit added to her looks. She had about shoulder length long dirty blonde hair, freckles on her face and spring blue eyes. And when you looked at her face, something in the back of your head told you she was the dirtiest little slut that you could ever imagine in a young girl’s body as small as she was. But, to everyone in the family, including me, she was as sweet as could be. Read more »