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I'm too shy to talk about boys with people. It makes me a little nervous and even more so when I think of Eydan...

Speaking of Eydan, I watch him walk to center court with his friends, waiting for the coach to come to them.

"See you, girl," greets the coach and runs towards the center of the court.

I take advantage and run to get under the stands and grab the pieces of paper that I dropped. After taking them and putting them in the pocket of my sweatshirt, I run to the door to take the rest.

The door is open and reveals one of the corridors of the institute, and just as I bend down to take the paper I see a tall boy walking towards me.

It was too late.

It wasn't more than a second before his foot landed on my hand, crushing my fingers.

“OH! I yelled as I withdrew my hand and he lifted his foot.

"I'm sorry," I hear as I take the paper and quickly put it in my pocket.

"Watch where you're going, i***t!" I snap as I stand up and focus my attention on the cause of my pain.

But I can't even see him because as soon as I stood up he was already behind me, walking towards the court.

I was able to watch him carefully as he walks towards the trainer.

He is tall and quiet. He wears a white T” shirt, black sports pants, and a visor of the same color. By his physical complexion I can tell that I don't know him, and boy, do I pay attention to all the boys in school. That's what my business is all about.

I guess it must be one of the guys on shift tomorrow.

I stop watching him and rub my hand, then walk to my position in the stands to go get my camera.

When I get to this, the guys are running around the field. And the boy in the sun visor goes with them, but because of his distance from the others, I understand that they don't know him either.

I arrive next to the coach who is standing with her arms crossed and with her whistle in her mouth, blowing for those who stay behind.

I take a couple of photos of the guys and hang out eating supermarket fries.

I don't talk to the boys, I just take photos of them for the newspaper and some others for the school newspaper. But the best ones for business are when the game ends and they go to the locker room sweaty. Which is about to happen.

"That's all for today, run to shower you guys stink of testosterone," the trainer wets herself as she goes to get her bottle of water.

That's my time to shine.

I take my backpack with my things and I sneak to the backyard, where there is a square of cement that worked to cover a hole that led to what were the stoves in the dressing rooms. The hole was covered three years ago, but two years ago I noticed that the person in charge of closing the hole did not take great care in materials and used a cement plate, which with a little ingenuity is easily removable.

I put on my sweat cap and set up my camera so there is no flash or noise when I take photos and get into position.

The hole is a meter above the ground, enough for me to bend down a bit and position the camera in the hole.

I look around, noticing that the backyard is uninhabited and dark, and I proceed to look through the camera lens.

The first thing my eyes see is the dressing room door that leads to the showers.

The perimeter that the camera can travel is very small, limited to a narrow corridor. But it's THE hallway.

What I see is a hallway made of cloudy glass shower dividers, each shower facing each other and there are about five on each side. Each division has its door that is also made of cloudy glass, which makes it possible to see that there are bodies inside that cannot be seen clearly.

Of all the places to get everyone out, this is the best. Then there is another site not as good as this one.

I keep as quiet as possible to avoid anyone noticing the presence of the lens on the wall, but luckily no one notices it because I dared to go into the locker room one day to make sure nothing was visible. I came up with the idea of putting up a poster of a woman with binoculars pointing at the showers so that the kids can't tell the difference between the camera lens and the binocular lens on the poster.

I know, I'm the queen of the world

Rocco told me it was a great job.

To date, no one noticed my secret little hole.

The show starts when I see Mike, one of the guys on the team, walk in. First of all, he is a new boy in school who currently has no suitors, so there are no photos of him until someone interested appears.

From what I see, it's developing, and it has potential.

The boy is blond with blue eyes, not that tall but thin. I've seen one of his brothers in high school and he's quite the Don Juan, so the kid has good genes.

Mike walks into the first dressing room with a towel around his waist, he locks himself in the cubicle and I can see him undress and hang the towel on the small coat rack.

I don't see him naked because the frosted glass prevents me, but there isn't much left to the imagination either.

The next to enter is Fer, a dark” haired boy with curlers and a marked abdomen who has a couple of suitors, he is a sensation for his classmates. To tell the truth, he is my third source of income.

I take advantage of the fact that he starts talking to Gastón to take some photos of his body, prioritizing his smile...

Clear...

Your smile.

The camera lens focuses on V fading out of sight through the towel around her waist, and I take a couple more shots as she turns to go to the showers. I portray her round butt and the dimples on her lower back with a lot of dedication.

Next up is Gastón, a senior boy who delights everyone with his friendliness and his package...

"Wow... if he's dead like that, how can he be alive..." I think to myself.

That never stops ticking.

I take Gastón's photos and the next to enter are Pedro and Luca, who are friends and are the sensation among the girls in the class below mine. Pedro is of Asian descent, which is why his pale, smooth skin like crystal, and his delicate, ripped abs are a real delicacy for girls who love Asians. And then, Luca is the perfect antonym. He's red and freckled, and his hair is long enough to be tied up in a ponytail and he looks like the king of sexy Vikings. His appearance is that of a strong boy, but his greatest physical attraction is his abdomen marked as a washboard.

He looks like a god out of Olympus. And seeing him with his body covered in sweat is one of the most sensual images I've ever seen.

"So much meat and I'm vegan..." I whisper under my breath. Then I shake my head so I don't lose focus on other things than doing my job.

I see all the boys go by and I take photos of the requested ones, although I pay special attention to one in particular.

eydan...

He is the reincarnation of Adonis on Earth. I can't help but take more time regardless of filling the camera with the shots I take of him getting out of the shower, wishing I was one of the drops of water that slide down his strong body and end up on the waist of his towel.

I would like to be one of those drops of water...

My body warms up seeing the scene and I can't help but cross my legs forcefully as I feel the tingling in the center of my desire.

I bite my bottom lip as I watch as Eydan walks down the hall holding the waistband of his towel and tossing his wet hair off his head as he laughs at something one of the guys said.

It is the most erotic image in the world, capable of wetting panties in a way that has no comparison...

When the boys turn off the Solangie in the showers, I proceed to put the cement plate in place, making sure everything is in order, and I take off my hooded sweatshirt for a moment to adjust my hair.

There's a bit of wind, and a strand of hair blows across my face, tickling me, so I tuck it behind my ear and walk quietly to the other photo spot.

I stand behind the bush that is one meter from the window on the side of the dressing room, where the lockers are and the boys are looking for their clothes to finish getting dressed. They never get completely naked, they always put on their boxers and then take off their towel to dry the drops on their bodies. But there is no more erotic image than seeing them in their underwear.

They usually joke around and talk about girls, but I never divulge that information.

Eydan talks to his friend Thomas about something, causing them both to laugh as they put on their shirts. I take photos of their bodies as much as I can, and also of the others.

I can say that I know every freckle, mark, or quality on her body, except her friends...

But it's not that I can't imagine their size if I see them in boxers...