Page 48 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
Oscar starts to strip off his clothes right in front of me. He’s not shy about it at all.
At school, my locker and his locker are in different rows, so I never see how he takes off his clothes. He’s way on the other side of the locker room with Victor and a bunch of other guys.
He’s so casual about it now, getting naked, like it’s no big deal. I guess it isn’t.
He removes his T-shirt. I’ve seen his nicely defined chest, his stomach, his abs, before, because it’s not unusual for guys at school to attend track practice with their shirts off when it’s really hot out. And I’ve been in Oscar’s bedroom when he’s changing shirts. But under this light, and with the drops of water clinging to his smooth, light-brown skin, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of him. I’m fascinated by the contours of his arms, the shape his biceps and triceps make, his toned chest, his hard nipples, the trail of black hair that runs from the bottom of his belly button (innie) down into his wet jeans.
I snap out of it and take off my own shirt.
Oscar pulls down his jeans and underwear at the same time, and his thick cock just flops out, pointing to the floor beneath him. He’s uncircumcised, the head of his penis poking proudly out of the foreskin.
Oscar catches me looking at him. We make eye contact. We hold each other’s gaze. The expression on his face is blank. I don’t know if he’s mad, freaked out, confused, or . . . what?
He says to me,“What, bro?”
I immediately look away. One of my regular anxiety attacks begins to bubble up. An image flashes in my mind: Oscar making a fist and socking me in the jaw and proceeding to beat the shit out of me.
But he then says, “Yeah, yeah, I know. I trim my pubes and the hair on my balls. Victor makes fun of me about it all the time. Nowyougonna tease me and shit too?”
I nervously say, “Uh, no, no, it’s fine.”
“Whatever, bro, Victor’s got a bush looking like an Amazon jungle. If that’s what Blanca wants now, it’s fine. But I’m telling you, dude, it’s better like this. Plus, if you got less pubes sticking out, it makes your dick look bigger.”
I have no idea how I allow this to come out of my mouth, but I all of a sudden blurt out, “Your cock’s already huge.”
Oscar furrows his brow in confusion. “What?”
I clear my throat. “Um, I trim too. I trim too.”
“Oh, never mind. I thought you said something else.”
Oscar turns away from me to face the locker in front of him. The motion is sudden, almost forceful.
I turn away too and continue to undress. I realize I’ve never been alone with another boy, this close, this naked, before.Thank God we’re both fresh out of a pool and so cold. I can feel my dick wanting to get erect, but it physically can’t right now. Praise Jesus.
With the wet clothes off of me, I finally start to feel warm.
Oscar grabs a towel and dries himself off. I do the same.
He slips on a pair of dark blue swim trunks and adjusts his dick inside them. He then puts on a tank top with some kind of beach scene printed on it. He slides into brown flip-flops. I put on the same kind of clothes too.
We both look like we’re ready for a day at the beach. How the hell are we going to be inconspicuous?
“The janitor probably locked the gate,” I say. “But there must be a side door or something that leads outside, like an emergency exit.”
We gather our wet clothes into our arms and start moving to the far end of the locker room.
“You use an electric shaver?” Oscar asks.
“Huh?”
“On your balls. You gotta use the right kind of blade attachment, or you can nick your sac, and that shit stings.”
“Oh,” I nod. “Yeah, I know.”
We approach a door that looks like the kind that opens from the inside (it has a bar you push), but can be locked on the outside. This probably will take us out of this sports complex.
But then I remember: “The laptop.”
