Hygiene Hijinks

"By the look of things, you got yourself a nice shower?" The girl with brown hair built enough confidence to approach.

"Uh, yes, had to get all that sweat and daily grime off me." I scratched the back of my head nervously. The young woman leaned into me then sniffed my hair.

"You didn't use shampoo did you?" The girl glared.

"What? No. I only needed a quick rinse." It never occurred to me to use hair products, I was...well...preoccupied with Bridget during my shower.

"Did you at least soap up?" One of her teammates chimed in.

"I...didn't see the need to...it was just a quick rinse." For pretty much the same reasons as the hair products.

Coach Latrelle shook her head, "Not good Avery. Not good at all. Hygiene is super important. You always got to soap and scrub very thoroughly during every shower so you don't get athlete's foot or any other diseases."

"Well I'm not an athlete and it's not like I was running a...hey hold on! What are you doing!?" The girl with brown hair worked her way behind me and started pushing me forward. Her team members joined in by grabbing my arms and pulling me towards the open showers.

"Here at Intectus Deprehendi, we have a tradition for dealing with those who skip out on their basic hygiene." Coach Latrelle swiftly grabbed my towel and whisked it off my body. "We make an example of them." All the girls on the swim team started cheering and whistling as they were treated to the sight of my dick. My face flushed burgundy. With no way to cover myself, the swim team dragged me under the shower heads where I noticed Latrelle standing on the edge of the showering space with her phone. She snapped a picture of me and then zoomed in with her camera as she started recording a video to get a better view of my face. "We are going to show you how to properly clean yourself from head to toe since you have failed to do it yourself. This recording will be viewed by our school's athletes when they get a lecture on maintaining proper cleanliness. We take videos of those who neglect basic cleanliness and give them a rub down ourselves to show what happens when you don't take a proper shower."

"What!? No way!" I managed to shake my hands free and throw them in front of my penis still red in the face.

"I suggest you cooperate during this exhibition Avery. You wouldn't want this video being shared with more than just the athletics department do you?" It was easy to decipher Latrelle's thinly veiled threat but she didn't ask me to move my hands so I just kept them where they were. The girls turned on the hot water and it cascaded down my body as they lathered up their hands and washcloths with soap. I stood still watching Latrelle's camera as the swim team covered my body in soap. "Now turn around." I was happy to obey this command if only to get my face out of the shot for a short time. The girls started scrubbing my back and shoulders as coach Latrelle filmed the suds wash down my body. "Stand straight Avery, you look a bit hunched." I straightened my back enhancing her shot of me but made it a little harder to cover myself. Things got harder in more ways than one once the swim team started working their way down to my waist, my butt, and my legs. As I felt several fingers caress my lower half I felt my member stiffen until I was fully erect. A couple of the girls giggled in front of me as I struggled to cover my mast at full.

"You've got a cute butt teach."

"It's firm yet squeezable."

"How does it feel to be the first male to go through our hygiene tradition?"

I just stood silently seething as these girls took turns soaping up my ass.

Coach Latrelle zoomed in on my butt as the girls washed and squeezed it. I shivered at their kneading as they pulled my butt-cheeks apart giving Latrelle a nice shot of my hole. The coach smiled as she zoomed back out getting my full body back in the shot, "Alright Avery, now turn around and place your hands on your head." My ears were burning with humiliation. Reluctantly, I turned around with slow steps still cupping my excited manhood. "Alright Avery, show us the goods."

I shook my head, "I can't! This whole thing is absurd!"

"Dean Ostendi wouldn't think it's absurd. She went through this tradition when she was a student here years ago. She was captain of the swim team."

"What? How did I not know that?"

Latrelle shrugged, "Myra was usually the one filming or scrubbing people off. Never once was she the one filmed because hygiene has always been important to her. That's why she allowed the tradition though she doesn't advertise it because she's the dean now. Unless you want to disappoint her, hands up, the girls have other places to clean."

I was really screwed now. If I said no to this and it got around to the Dean, that could hurt my chances at tenure. I let out a defeated groan and raised my hands placing them behind the back of my head. All the women clapped and let out a cheer at the sight of my now fully engorged penis. I shut my eyes blushing wildly. "Wow! Nice one Avery! I think you're enjoying this more than you let on. Now finish him up girls!" The swim team didn't waste a second laying their hands back on me. This time, they were extremely thorough with their washing. As their cloths soaped up my chest I felt fingers play with my nipples. There was some gentle pulling, pinching, and fiddling as hot water fell off my abs. A couple girls who were scrubbing my legs made several grabs at my ass again. There was so much squeezing and rubbing; one girl was bold enough to even poke her finger up my butt for a brief second forcing my pelvis to lunge forward for a second. This made for amusing footage for Coach Latrelle's camera; she let out a whistle. I opened my eyes for a second but that was a mistake. I only felt more embarrassed by the sight of all these smiling girls in their swimsuits as they bathed me like a newborn while coach Latrelle aimed her camera phone at me from the sidelines. I was about to shut my eyes again but that's when two of the girls grabbed my cock. "W-Wait! Hold on...!"

"Remember Avery, you gotta wash your privates with care. That place can get _very _dirty if left alone." Latrelle laughed.

There were at least two hands taking turns sliding up and down my pole. I quivered as another girl soaped up my balls cupping them in her delicate hands. All the while the rest of my body was still getting cleaned by different members of the team. If this weren't so humiliating I would have thought this was nothing more than an erogenous massage. In the middle of my shower the girls began to converse with one another,"This so much more fun then I remember." The brunette spoke to one of her teammates.

"You're telling me. It's a whole different experience doing this with a man." A blonde with her hair tied in a bun gently stroked my bum.

"I know right?! Look at him, he's huge!" This was one of the girls giving my dick a good stroke.

"Honestly, I can do this all day."

"Hey save me a place on that shlong. It's my turn."

"Hold your horses, I still need another feel of that cute butt of his."

"Oh, you could switch with me, I want another feel of those abs! His nipples are rock hard!"

"They're not the only things that are rock hard."

The girls let out a laugh as they carried on their conversation about totally objectifying me. I felt my face getting hotter as their touching gave me goosebumps. Every now and then I would feel their breasts press up against me as they reached further corners of my body to clean. I didn't know if this was accidental or on purpose.

Hands soaped up my shoulders, my back, my chest, my legs, my ass, and of course my dick were two girls stood on each side stroking away while in full view of the camera. Coach Latrelle zoomed in once again and snapped a photo of my dick getting foamy from the wash then zoomed back out again to recapture my face and body. I had to say it was hard to keep myself standing from this overstimulating occurrence. Every stroke on my body was steadily draining my ability to retain my balance especially the strokes coming from down there. Despite all the sex I had with Bridget not too long ago I felt myself prepped for another orgasm. I fought it as hard as I could, no way was I going to be filmed blowing my load...again! I shivered struggling with my self control but found myself failing. My body demanded release! "Aaa-aaaaaaaaahhh!" I let out yell as I shot out a rope of cum that spattered against the tiled floor of the public shower area where it was washed down the drain by the hot water falling down on me.

For a moment, everyone looked at me wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the spectacle I had produced. After the shock, I looked back up at Coach Latrelle who was still filming me. Though my cock began to deflate her unbridled look of delight finally did me in. Between the humiliation and the ejaculation, my legs lost the will to stand. I crumbled beneath my own weight but fortunately there were plenty of people there to catch me otherwise I would have collapsed right on my face. I had a girl hold me from each side propping my arms around their shoulders while another girl held me from behind. They all managed to prop me up on my wobbly legs as they awaited their coach's instructions.

"Nice catch ladies. Now it's time to shampoo Professor Finn's hair." At this point I had lost all will to fight. The girls lowered me down to my knees, spreading them apart for a better view. I didn't even have the strength to cover up so I just sat there baring it all to Coach Latrelle as a group of young girls poured shampoo on my scalp and began lathering up my hair. When I closed my eyes the rubbing on my head actually felt good, almost therapeutic. But the touch was sensual enough to revive whatever life that was remaining in my penis. The girls did some more giggling at the sight of my rising cock. Once they finished rinsing out my hair, the girls shut off the water and lifted me back on my feet again. All them embracing me for some kind of hug from my sides or my back leaving my front completely exposed as Coach Latrelle snapped one final picture. "Excellent work everybody. I'm sure this will be a lesson Professor Finn won't soon forget."

You're telling me!

The ladies pumped their fists in the air and cheered. "Alright, we had our fun. Now it's time for you girls to go shower up." The swim team gave a collective whine as they squeezed me tighter; as if to say they wanted to stay with their naked teacher longer. Latrelle shook her head, "Now girls, you don't want ME to give you all a good scrub-down myself do ya?" The girls didn't need anymore warning than that. The swim team graciously sat me down against the tiled wall, probably sensing I was too worn out to stand on my own. They trotted off to the shower stalls but not before some of them gave me a few kisses on my cheeks and a friendly pat on the bum before sitting me down. As the team went out of sight behind their own curtains, Coach Latrelle threw in one last joke, "Now Avery, you stay here, no peeking!" She chuckled as she walked away. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, it would be poetic justice if I went and violated their privacy for a change but I didn't have the strength to stand and I worried about what retaliation Coach Latrelle would have in store. She could tell the dean or show off that video to other people apart from the athletics department. Oh God, I wondered if that meant every athlete in school was going to see that video. I can't worry about that now. For now, I just rested up to regain my strength and air dried until I heard the sound of bodies shuffling out the door. As the swim team finished their showers and got dressed, I was extremely relieved that none of them came to the public shower just to get one last look at my nakedness. By the time the locker room was completely silent, I had recovered enough strength to stand up and walk right out of the shower area towards my locker. I had thought my luck was turning around right up until I heard the side entrance open up again. Someone else is coming in the locker room and I was still very naked.

Crap. This really isn't my day.