I'm trying to stare at it without looking like I'm staring at it. The sound of the showers muffles the jovial conversation of the more confident guys ...up ahead, already getting clean while we are still queueing. We're all stood totally naked, flecked with mud, in an orderly line; as our coach ordered. As we're stood there, silent and covering up our crotches from our classmates, I have to concentrate on stopping my boner from popping out from between my fingers..oOo.We had all been out playing. He hoped Fred didn't mind either. He hated when Fred got angry. They had some baloney sandwiches and some potato chips. Also, they had some pickles. Fred loved his pickles. And for dessert there were some peanut butter cookies Debby had made this week. It was all good. They washed it down with Nehi soda pop. Fred left for a three day run to Tucson during the next week. Fred had told Sidney he was the man of the house, laughingly. One night Sidney was lying in bed unable to sleep. He was. Curiously it never crossed his mind to take it out now that it wasin.Mick stared around his room again, he was bored. All thoughts of thestretcher had gone. He didn't feel it inside him as he moved around. Hewent back to the magazines and picking up the most interesting lookingone, began to flick through it.It was about half an hour later that the door swung open and his wifeentered. Mick looked up from the article that he was now engrossed inand recognising his visitor, put down the magazine. She also played with me a little each time, knowing exactly when to stop. I could feel my teeth sinking into the ball gag. Tears welled in my eyes. I wondered how long she intended to keep me like this.After the sixth time she looked at me."It's horrible, isn't it, bitch?" she hissed at me.I feebly nodded my head. My body ached. She pinched and twisted my nipples. It almost set me off. Almost, but not quite."I bet you would do anything to be fucked right now, wouldn't you?"My head was nodding.