He quickly learns about the new shower-time rules.

Walking outside John's bare feet hit the cool red bricks of his front porch as the warm breeze of the summer morning engulfed his body. It wasn't as hot as it would be around noon, but it was still nice enough to make being nude outside a micro-percentage less horrible.
Reaching behind himself John closed the door, blocking out the muffled voices of his mother and his former best-friend/no-longer so secret crush. If he really wanted to he could press his ear to the door to try and decipher what they were speaking about but his recent interaction has put him in a less than happy mood.

John never would have guessed that this was the type of girl Megan was. A girl who can so shamelessly and with such expertise **** his cock to bring him to his knees whenever she felt like it. According to her it's apparently a skill that runs in the family, not the best thing to hear after his mother just signed him up for therapy with her aunt; which was recommended to her by Megan's mother.
So he knew he'd have to find some excuse not to go by the end of school, because it was pretty obvious that the form of therapy they're offering would be both painful and humiliating. All justified by some pseudoscience that his mother would eat up.

Lost in his thoughts and staring at the ground, John took the few steps down off his small brick porch and onto the cement walkway connecting his house and the street.
"Oh my god it's true!" A voice rang out. Startled John stumbled back before looking up to see three girls waiting outside Megan's car.
Instinctively he moved his hands to cover his crotch, but remembered the N.A.K.E.D rules half way through the motion. Leaving him awkwardly standing there, hands on his thighs, blush forming across his face.

"He has a boner! This is amazing!" One girl said with a large smile before turning to a blond haired girl next to her. "Jessica, this is the first time you've seen a dick right?"
The blonde who was apparently named Jessica was blushing nearly as much as John. Darting her eyes to the side she responded with. "What?! Uhh... yeah I guess. The first one in person at least..."

"W-What are you guys doing here?!" John said as the shock wore off.
"They're your carpool dummy." A voice from behind sent John turning on his heels. Megan and his mother had seemed to finish their conversation just in time to make it out and answer his question.
"Huh?!" John said while quickly turning back to look at the girls. "What do you mean carpool? Aren't you taking me to school like you always do mom?"

Letting out a sigh, Ms.Doe crossed her arms. "No, John. You've had a year and a half to get your drivers license and you still rely on me for rides. Until you get it Megan will be your only form of transportation."
Eyes wide open, John looked at Megan for confirmation — Which he got in the form of a sly smile and wave.
"Don't worry John, I'll take you wherever you want. I'm sure we can work out some kind of deal for how you'll pay for the gas."

"Pay for the gas?! Why do I have to help pay for the gas?!"
Walking down the steps to her nude friend, Megan stopped intimately close. Which sent a bead of sweat down John's brow as memories of other times his crush had silently moved into his personal space rushed into his head.
"You just can't act like a good boy, can't you John..." Megan said with a sigh. "Everyone I drive around; whether because they're can't afford a car of their own or they're just too lazy to get one..." That last statement came out with a load of venom as Megan moved her face closer to John's. "...all find a way to help pay me for the gas I use, because It's the least they can do as a decent person to thank me for my time and car."

John felt his dick squish into his crush's thigh as she moved ever closer to him, before this would have distracted him but he learned his lesson about letting his guard down around this girl.
"I know since you don't have a job, money isn't an option for you. So I'm sure you'll be very thankful that I'm allowing you to do some simple favors for me instead, right John?"

"Ha, ha... Yeah Megan! I'm uh, I'm sure we'll work something out!" John said with as much fake enthusiasm as possible; anything to get her away from him and his exposed neithers.
Megan's intimidating demeanor suddenly dropped like a stone as a chipper smile returned to her face. "I knew you'd understand John!" She said pulling him into a hug.
Leaning into his ear she dropped her voice to a whisper. "I promised those girls that you'd keep us entertained. So you better make us happy or I may have to step in and get some entertainment out of you myself..."
Breaking the bond, Megan returned to John's mother. "Ok John the faster you take your shower, the faster we can go to class~"

With crimson cheeks, John marched his bare feet onto the warming concrete of his driveway — over to the hose his mother used to water the lawn. Just like his mother said it had been converted into a makeshift shower. The hose now ran up the wall, held down by large metal staples up to a metal bar holding the last few feet of hose in an angled position; pointing the head down towards the floor.
The tip of the hose had a simple round nozzle with many holes that split the water into many weaker streams. Like one normally found in a shower, except this one was supposed to be used for watering flowers.
Next to the handle to turn on the hose was a small tray holding a bar of soap and a small metal cooking timer with a sticky note behind it reading "15 min, or else!"

Twisting the metal handle, John saw water begin to flow out. Reaching out with his hand he felt the water was about as warm as his indoor shower.
Looking behind himself, he looked for confirmation from his mother that this wasn't some type of sick joke. Of course he found no such thing and was instead met with a snappy remark from Megan. "Hurry it up tan butt! Fifteen minutes remember, we're going to be late at this rate!"

Twisting the timer to the fifteen mark John placed it back in it's place, and then picked up the bar of soap and began lathering himself. It was oddly humiliating; extremely humiliating to be doing something so mundane like taking a shower but with a small crowd of onlookers gawking at him like he was some kind of street performer.
Trying to hide his shame, both literally and figuratively, he kept this front side facing the wall as he ran his hands up and down his chest.

"Young man how many times do I have to explain this to you! You're in N.A.K.E.D, if there are other people around you then your penis should always be in view of them! Hiding yourself like that is no better than putting your hands over your crotch!"
"But mom!" John said in an attempt to salvage the last bit of decency he had in this situation. "No buts John! You should know, rules are rules!"

"Yeah John! You heard the lady, no more butts! So turn around and show us the goods!" One of Megan's friends called out; a tad bit too exited.
Slowly John turned on his heels to face the girls. He really tried his hardest to stop his stiff cock from bouncing as he moved; however he wasn't entirely sure why he even tried. Even if he managed to keep his stiffy from waving around, it wouldn't draw any less attention to it.

Looking around he didn't see a single pair of eyes meeting his. Every girl was quite unapologetic gluing their vision to his crotch. It seemed even his own mother couldn't help but look as streams of water ran down his 5.16 in. penis.
At the very least John didn't have to worry about anyone notice the intense blush across his face.

Time passed, but if you told John that he wouldn't believe you. He could have sworn fifteen minutes passed at least twenty minutes ago, but the metal kitchen timer kept ticking as he moved from his upper body to his lower body with the soap. Purposefully avoiding washing the "main attraction" of his shower session.
The entire time he kept his eyes glued to the floor. In his mind this entire ordeal would go much faster if he could just ignore them and get washing; however bowing his head didn't stop him from hearing their, somewhat muffled by the running water, voices giggling and chatting away.

Just as John moved to finally wash his groin and hopefully finish up, he made the worst mistake of the morning and looked up. To his shock and horror a few small groups of girls on their way to school had stopped across the street and started watching as well.
Things only went from bad to worse as John was ripped out of his moment of shock by possibly the worst thing he could have felt in this situation; cold water.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! John thought as he quickly turned around to adjust the heat, but quickly realized that there was only one handle to control the flow of water. Meaning that the boiler was stuck to one setting, and his hot water had just ran out.
Looking to the timer he saw he still had five minutes left, and the cold water that drew closer to freezing by the second didn't do his prospects of keeping an erection that well.

Turning back around John gave Megan a view of his softening dick, and in return she gave him a wicked grin.
John knew he had only seconds before his cock went flaccid, and Megan would step in and administer a punishment. So he had to quickly review his options, and fast.