Lewd pictures

You could smell the shower house before you saw it. Raw sewage. No way someone could feel clean after showering in there.

Amanda pounded on the door, “Man on site. Is anyone in there?”

No one answered. We went in. Found the clogged toilets. Multiple. Went to work. At least I went to work while Amanda directed me.

Two toilets down we went into the last stall. Amanda gasped, “What the hell is this?”

A line of polaroids pinned to the wall. Written in Sharpie above “COUNSELOR COCK HALL OF FAME.”

Pictures of penises. Names scribbled on the white panel beneath. Dates going back years. Some curled with age. Graffiti on the wall with girls comments: Drooling. Looks like it hurts. Prettiest dick. It deserves a tiara.

Amanda studied them, “Are these girls serious? It’s been going on for years.”

I avoided looking closely. I focused on the task at hand. Unclogging shit.

Amanda laughed, “Oh there’s a new one from this year. I wonder who this fella is. They didn’t put a real name. Just ‘Corn Cob’ which is a really accurate description of this thing.”

She looked down at me, then back up at the picture. “Oh shit. I think this is you!”

I stood up. Plunger dripping. Looked at the crispest picture on the wall. Sure enough. That was my hard penis. Beneath it were tally marks. The exact number of girls I had fucked at camp. It didn’t include the blonde bartender.

Amanda looked at me, “Are those marks the number of girls you’ve been with at camp already? It’s been less than a week.”

She couldn’t hide the disgust in her voice. My sexual inhibition was more appalling to her than the overflowing shit.

I couldn’t lie to her. I didn’t want to tell her the truth. I felt so close to her on the dock. I should’ve kept my mouth shut but I was young and dumb. “I didn’t fuck them all. Some was just oral sex.”

She gagged. “Finish up here. I’m going to talk to the nurse. You need an STD test immediately. I knew you were dumb and horny, but this many in a week!?”

She left. Left me alone in the hall of fame. I could’ve ripped the picture down. Taken without my consent. This was illegal. I left it up.

My shot with Amanda was deader than ever. Might as well keep the advertisement to attract more girls. The urge was back. I needed to fuck. Release my frustration.

I left the shower house. I knocked on the cabin of the head female counselor. She answered the door in just a t-shirt and panties. I announced, “The plumbing is good now.”

“Oh thank you! You’re a savior.”

She had a private cabin. It was an opportunity.

I took the chance, “Mind if I come in to clean off real quick?”