Student in Distress

It felt like every girl in the gymnasium thought it was okay to waltz into the boy's locker room since Coach Womak opened the floodgates for the soccer team. While I was in such a humiliating position, a freshman in glasses and a pink sweater came charging in the locker with a look of distress on her face.

She approached the soccer team,"Excuse me, I heard Coach Womak was in here."

All eleven girls pointed over the dividing wall to the shower room. This new girl looked right in and turned red at the sight of Coach Womak and I both naked in the shower while I was in a headlock. She turned away and blushed, "Oh! I'm s-sorry! Is this a bad time?"

"Nonsense, if this is important come right in." Coach Womak still had his arm wrapped tightly around my neck. It was useless to break free.

The timid girl looked back at us in the shower and I noticed her eyes lowered for a moment. Remembering that trying to escape Coach's embrace has left me exposed, I brought my hands back down over my junk. It was once again my turn to blush.

"Oh yes, Coach, a lot of stuff is going down. Some delivery guy bringing in sports equipment for the gym needs your signature and a couple of students have broken out in a fight right outside the basketball courts."

"Ah man, when it rains it pours." The coach finally released me from my headlock and walked right out the showers. As he approached the lockers every member of the soccer team reacted automatically. Two girls raced right over and brought him towels, another fetched his bag and opened it up for him pulling out clothes. How the hell did he train these girls to be so obedient? As one girl wrapped a towel around his waist Coach started drying himself off with the other. "Chelsea, make sure your team gets to their practice on time. As for the rest of you, make sure Avery finishes his shower."

"Sir yes sir!" Most of the girls saluted him as he began pulling on clothes from his bag.

"Hold on! I really don't need to be supervised while I shower! I'll just finish up."

"No can do Avery, this is part of your training. Good hygiene promotes good health, I wouldn't want my protege getting athlete's foot now. Be sure to scrub everything off once more and clean your hair. Once the girls give you the okay you're free to go. Normally I would be the one here to do all that myself but I am called to duty. So I am trusting my team to make sure you are taking good care of that body in my absence." Just like that, Coach was fully dressed, dried (except for his wet hair), and out the door with the girl in the pink sweater leading him by the hand. I've got to hand it to him, he always get straight to the point.

Now with Coach gone, that left me as the only man left standing naked in the boy's locker room. This certainly didn't go unnoticed by the soccer team. Eleven pairs of eyes fell back on me in the shower. I flinched under their watchful eyes and turned back around in the shower, letting the girls ogle my butt. "Shouldn't you all be getting changed for practice? I will head out as soon as you leave."

"Oh don't worry Professor, we still have time. Besides, following the coach's orders take top priority."

"So turn back around so we can see your body." The girl who spoke giggled.

"Highly unnecessary! I am fully grown man, I can clean myself!" I growled.

"That won't do Finn, if you don't show us a nice clean body we have **** but to tell the Coach about it and...well, just imagine what he'll do to you once he finds out you shirked on your 'training'." I did imagine it. That shameless exercise nut with a military background could do a myriad of things to me thanks to my agreement with the dean.

I let out an exasperated breath and reluctantly turned around, arms out. "Here, does this please you?" My face turned red.

"It does indeed, now..." A girl with short red hair and a blue hair clip pulled out her phone "...start by shampooing your hair."

"Wh-What are you doing!?" I motioned to cover myself.

"Getting proof that your finishing your training regiment. Coach will want to see your commitment. Now get scrubbing!"

There was no point arguing with them at this point. So I quickly grabbed some shampoo and lathered up my hair. I arched my back lower before her camera hoping she would get more shots of my scalp rather than my naked body.

Once I rinsed, the team nodded in approval, "Alright, now soap up your shoulders and arms." More girls were pulling out their phones taking footage and snapping photos. I knew the only way out of this was to do this swiftly without complaint. I grabbed the soap and foamed up my shoulders and arms before their watchful lenses. "Good, now scrub up your chest." I soaped up my pecs and abs letting the water cascade suds down my body. One girl holding up her camera phone licked her lips, "Don't forget down there too Avery. That place can get very dirty." A few of the girls giggled at this remark. My face reddened once again as I closed my eyes and started soaping up my privates. This part felt like it was taking longer so after a minute or two I was finally instructed to wash my legs. This gave me the chance to bend over low enough to hide my genitals so they wont get anymore screen time. I thought this humiliation would come to an end after this but they still had one more card to play.

"Whoops! Chelsea, there's no way he can scrub his own back now is there?"

"You're right, we'll just have to help him with that now won't we?"

I backed away into the steamy shower room knowing where this was headed. "N-No, I can take care of that myself."

Chelsea shook her head, "Impossible, you can't reach all the way back there your back is too broad. Amy, Lena, get your luffas and scrub Avery's back. I'll stay here to take the rest of the recordings." With Chelsea behind her phone, the girl with the hair clip and the corn-rose haired girl nabbed some luffas from the stalls and entered the shower area beckoning me forward.

I let out a sigh and walked towards them. I turned around and both girls were eager to soap up my back and start scrubbing.

"Aw no fair, why do they get all the fun?" One of the team members whined.

"Yeah, I want to scrub something too."

"Because we need to keep shooting this from every angle. In fact, you two record from the right. You guys go over there and get his left side."

Happy with this request, four girls edged their way into the showers. Two on each side, each had their phones out. I put my hands over my crotch looking left and right hoping to find a way to escape their cameras without showing my face. There was no way.

When the girls were finished with my back they started to move lower. I couldn't tell which but one of them gave my butt a squeeze before moving down to my legs. I quivered as they continued to wash my lower half. Both of them grew bolder and started blatantly grabbing my ass as they soaped me up. They scrubbed between my thighs and I felt a hand slip up between my legs and make a grab at my dick. Dainty fingers slipped right past my hands and gently caressed my balls and shaft. My member was already getting exciting from all this touching and now I was at full mast by the time they stopped washing me.

"See, it's a good thing we waited to change. You girls are all wet from that." Chelsea put her phone away.

"We sure are."

"It was totally worth it though."

Both Amy and Lena high-fived each other as they exited the shower area. I turned off my shower lowering my head and followed them out, trying in vain to conceal my engorged phallus.

"Wow professor, looks like you enjoyed that more than you let on."

"If coach isn't around to supervise your showers, feel free to give us a call. We will be more than happy to fill in anytime."

One of the girls handed me a towel and I swiped it up quickly holding it in front of my boner as I scurried to collect my gym bag. I had no plans to stay in there any longer with these horny girls and their cameras so I just dashed out the locker room stark-naked leaving the sound of laughter behind me. In retrospect that wasn't the smartest thing to do but as I expected, there were actually less people eyeing me in an open hallway than there were in the men's locker room. Go figure.

I ran past a small trio of young women coming back from their workout. Understandably, they were surprised to see a wet naked man in the hallway carrying a bag and a towel. I gave them a quick nod as I shot past them and ducked into the next hallway. From there, I just kept moving into empty hallways until I was sure I was far enough away from the workout area. Seeing no people up ahead, I dropped my bag on the floor right in the middle of the hall and started drying myself off.

As I dried my hair I kept my ears open so I could hear footsteps coming from down the hall. Thankfully, it was quiet. I certainly wasn't the type of person to dress in the hall of a public building but needs must. Once fully dry, I bent down to open my gym bag and pulled out my underwear. But as I held up my boxer shorts to step into them I noticed I was standing next to an open door from the corner of my eye. Looking up, I saw that there were people inside staring straight at me. There was a long meeting table comprised of mostly females who seemed to be going over some kind of presentation. Of course, none of them were even paying attention to what was on the projector as soon as they saw a wet naked man dry off in front of their door. They were so stunned they didn't even make a sound, hence why I didn't hear them.

How did I not know that they were there!? I was so careless. I only paid attention to anyone moving through the halls, I didn't think to examine the rooms. To make matters worse, I knew a few of these women. One in particular, "Hello Professor Avery Finn! Will you be presenting yourself today?" That cackling voice belonged to none other than my hated rival Professor Carlene Suther! Dropping my name around to make sure all the women in the room eyeing my naked physique through the door frame knew who I was. As the women burst into laughter, I jumped into my boxers and ran down the hallway with my bag. I didn't have the time or luxury to get fully changed yet. I was starting to hear people coming from down the hall. Mid-run, I reached into my bag and pulled out my cellphone. I texted Bridget to meet me in the parking lot by the hill behind the gym.

Bridget waited patiently by her car looking at her phone until she saw her boyfriend stumbling down the hill carrying a bag in nothing but his underwear. She let out a delighted laugh as I approached, "Oh Avery! I do so love it whenever we meet like this. How did I ever get so lucky to have a beau who knows how to dress?" She hugged me and I gave her a quick hug back.

"I figured at this point, if someone was going to see me naked it might as well be you." I dropped my bag at our feet hoping for a chance to put on my clothes again "You wouldn't believe the day I had."

"Oh but I would, see..." Before I could reach into my bag, Bridget held her phone up to my face and my eyes widened at what I saw. It was the picture of me with the Executive Women's Network. There I was in all my glory next to the dean and possibly the future mayor.

"How...how did you get this?"

"My mother is in the photo Ave. She sent me a copy."

"Your-Your mother!?" How could I almost forget that embarrassing encounter? "But, if you got this...how many other people received this photo?" I remembered the pinging sounds from the gym letting me know the women in the photo weren't the only people who got it.

Bridget shrugged, "These are some very important people Love. All I can be sure of is that they shared this photo with the people working in their own organizations."

That's a lot of people! Oh god, Cisneros, Dr. bernard, Womak, Ruby Byrne, Councilwoman Coleman...I'm screwed...

I felt the world spinning around me. I couldn't hold myself up anymore so I dropped my head on Bridget's shoulder. I slumped there in the parking lot for a few minutes wondering what I could have done to prevent this. Or at least minimize the embarrassment. I sighed, I knew what I had to do. "Bridget?"

"Yes?" She stroked my hair.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but...it would seem I will have to purchase a jockstrap."

Bridget was strangely excited by this idea, "I love it! I guess this means you and I have a shopping date coming up." She slid her hands down my back and into my underwear where she gave my buttocks a good squeeze.

"Hey!" I jumped. "This isn't the time or place for that!"

"No one's around Avery. We can make some time."

I still wanted to object to standing out in the parking lot in just my underwear but Bridget just rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Just like that, my mind went stupid. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her back. Her hands continued to rummage around in my underwear exploring my ass, my sides, and my penis. She stroked me tenderly until I got hard. As her hands played with my swimsuit area, my erection pushed the waistband of my boxer shorts further away from me until my underwear just slid right off my hips and down to my ankles. I had no awareness of anything at that moment except for the girl in my arms.