New swimming trunks

[PantsDownFun]

No girls?

Not every story needs girls... Embarrassed naked men is about the embarrassment of the men, not who has embarrassed them.

[NudeBaG]

No girls?

Not every story needs girls... Embarrassed naked men is about the embarrassment of the men, not who has embarrassed them.

Fair enough
Just hope Mr Smithers isn’t a creeper

[Jonjon2]

I'm sorry but the story doesn't have any girls as it is based on a real incident and it only involved myself and the shop owner (I know that I could change things as it is a story not a totally true story but for this one I will keep it nearer to the truth).

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Eventually he handed me the trunks whilst he collected the rest of my clothes and put them across the other side of the room.

I pulled the trunks on as quickly as I could.

Mr Smethers told me to turn around and bend over so that he could see if they fitted OK from behind. I did that and he came up to me and ran his hands over my buttocks and said that they seemed to fit well but he needed to check from the front too.

I turned round and told him that they seemed fine. He just smiled at me, stared at the front of my trunks and said: "Look Jonnie, I would get in trouble from your Dad if I didn't make absolutely certain that you had the right pair of trunks and so you need to let me be the judge as to whether they fit you or not. This is the job that I do every day and I know when clothes are the right size for boys. Do you understand Jonnie?"

I nodded.

"Just stand there with your hands on your head Jonnie and I will check them out."
He then knelt down in front of me and ran his hand around the inside of the waistband.
"That seems to be fitting fine," he said. He then put 2 fingers under the bottom edge of the trunks and ran his hand round as he said he needed to make sure it wasn't too tight. He started with my right leg, beginning at the outside and moving around the front to finish between my legs. He then did the same with my left leg but his fingers seemed a bit higher up and as he reached the middle of my legs his fingers brushed against the tip of my willy. That was so embarrassing but I don't think he realised that he was touching it as he didn't say anything about it but just smiled.

"Those seem to fit well Jonnie but I think we should try on the next size up just to be sure. You are a growing boy and if the next size is not too big then that may be better. Just slip those trunks off and I'll put them with the t shirt so that we don't get it mixed up and I'll get the bigger ones for you to try."

Rather reluctantly I pulled the trunks down and off with Mr Smethers standing directly in front of me ready to take them from me. He knelt down and took them off of me once they had reached my ankles. As he stood up he looked directly at my willy and said: "It looks as if you have quite a bit of growing to do Jonnie, but don't worry all boys develop at different rates and I bet your willy will grow big when you are a bit older."

He took the trunks and folded them neatly and put them with the t shirt that I had tried on earlier. Once again I was left standing in just my socks whilst Mr Smethers took his time finding the larger size. It was a bit cramped in the storeroom and it had piles of boxes everywhere. Indeed Mr Smethers had to squeeze past me on a few occasions whilst looking for the box with the larger size and he apologised when he accidently touched my willy as he seemed to almost lose his balance on one occasion.

Eventually he suggested that we move some of the boxes onto some of the higher shelves around the room to make it easier to find the right box. He helped me stand on a chair so that I could reach the shelf and he handed me the boxes that needed stacking and told me where to put them. The chair didn't seem too stable and so I was grateful that Mr Smethers held onto me as I was reaching up but it was a bit embarrassing as he had to grab hold of my bum to stop me falling. But eventually the boxes were sorted and he had found the box with the other sizes of the t shirts and swimming trunks.

[Mark Paren]

I’ve got to admit, I’m feeling bad for the kid. Seems like a traumatizing event.

[PantsDownFun]

At the risk of asking for too lurid of details... Am I safe in assuming Jonnie doesn't have any pubic hair yet? As a Brit, I'm assuming he is intact instead of circumcised, which if he is underdeveloped could introduce some interesting (and traumatizing) power plays that Mr. Smethers can inflict. He can ask about whether or not he retracts to clean yet. He can ask if he is making sure to keep his willie free of smegma. If he is in fact circumcised, that still brings up things that Mr. Smethers can embarrass him with. Asking about family religious beliefs that he is as unaware the family followed, he can ask what medical condition needed circumcision to correct, if he really wants to apply the heat, ask him what he is doing to keep his glans moisturized (which fun tidbit, if you are circumcised, you are supposed to keep your glans moisturized if you don't want to lose sensitivity).

[TeenFan]

If Mr. Smethers were a Miss Smethers then hardly anybody would have an issue with this.
A wee bit of a double standard, though some would still find it creepy with an old woman.

I don't know what the cutoff age would be that turns a situation like this from erotic/arousing (younger woman) to slightly icky (older woman).
Maybe 40 years old would be the cutoff age.
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We are looking at this from our "Adult" perspectives.
When I was around 13, I would have been more comfortable being seen naked by an older male than a female of any age.
I'd still think the old guy is weird, but at least it wasn't a woman.

[Mark Paren]

If Mr. Smethers were a Miss Smethers then hardly anybody would have an issue with this.
A wee bit of a double standard, though some would still find it creepy with an old woman.

I don't know what the cutoff age would be that turns a situation like this from erotic/arousing (younger woman) to slightly icky (older woman).
Maybe 40 years old would be the cutoff age.
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We are looking at this from our "Adult" perspectives.
When I was around 13, I would have been more comfortable being seen naked by an older male than a female of any age.
I'd still think the old guy is weird, but at least it wasn't a woman.

Male/male or female/male, I find large age gaps disturbing, particularly if the younger participants is uncomfortable with it. But that’s just me. I’m not sure yet whether this story is an entertaining Cmnm or a story about child sexual abuse.

[Jonjon2]

This story is set in the 1960s in the UK. It was a different time with different standards. I agree that if it was set in today's climate the reaction would be very different and I doubt whether a shopkeeper or anyone else in a position of authority (as the shopkeeper was seen by me at the time) would dare to behave in such a way.
If I continue the story then the next part would be entirely fiction - not a true recollection of what happened and I appreciate that many on this forum do not like this type of scenario, even if it is imaginary.

[NickTwisp]

Oh, we had the creepy old school janitor who would come into the lockerroom 2 days per week to clean and disinfect. On the days he was there our coach would tell us not to take too long showering as Mr. ---- needed to clean. This was after our runs during track season.

This old guy (probably about 60) would stand there at the edge of the shower room with his mop & bucket waiting for us to finish up. We all knew he was 'enjoying the view.' As a bunch of 16–17-year-olds, we could have pounded the shit out of him if he had ever tried anything. Otherwise, we just didn't care as he had a legitimate purpose in being there to do his job.

[TeenFan]

Oh, we had the creepy old school janitor who would come into the lockerroom 2 days per week to clean and disinfect. On the days he was there our coach would tell us not to take too long showering as Mr. ---- needed to clean. This was after our runs during track season.

This old guy (probably about 60) would stand there at the edge of the shower room with his mop & bucket waiting for us to finish up. We all knew he was 'enjoying the view.' As a bunch of 16–17-year-olds, we could have pounded the shit out of him if he had ever tried anything. Otherwise, we just didn't care as he had a legitimate purpose in being there to do his job.

That is what I call a job with benefits.
I'm sure there must be incidents where women janitors "accidentally" come in with mop and bucket. They all must have bad hearing and
didn't notice the showers were still going.