As John's left foot, now also bare, joined his right foot Dylan makes up his mind. He will grab John's foot and start tickling it. If John doesn't like it he can always claim it was a joke. Dylan starts counting down from 3 in his head but just as he stretches out his hand John jumps to his feet.
Dylan looks up and realises John is now only in his underwear and grabbing a towel John walks over to the cubicle showers. As the door closes Dylan and Connor quickly jump out of the benches and rush over to the shower cubicles. John has chosen the middle one so Dylan and Connor rush into the cubicles each side and silently close the doors. There is a medium gap at the bottom of the cubicle wall and Dylan kneels down and can clearly see John's feet as he fiddles with the shower controls. Dylan can see Connor on the other side also watching John's feet.
John's underwear suddenly drops to his ankles and he reaches down and pulls it off. Dylan realises John is now naked and thinks it is probably unwise to attempt anything now as it could get misinterpreted and look rather bad on them. Connor was clearly thinking the same as he was shaking his head at Dylan.
Dylan sighs and looked at the beautiful feet in front of him. Perhaps they could try again when John left the shower.
But before Dylan could form a plan John suddenly slipped on the wet floor, falling onto his back and lay naked on his side revealing his whole body to Dylan. Dylan looked up from his bare feet, passed his dick and up to his face and saw with horror that John was looking right at him, his eyes wide with fright. John must think I'm trying to perv on him, more than just his feet, thought Dylan. Seeing John start to get to his feet looking like he was about to make a run for it Dylan suddenly reached out and grabbed the boys right foot. Dylan though if he could hold him there he could explain before thing got worse. Unfortunately this had the reverse effect and John panicked. Swinging his left foot wildly while trying to break his right free of Dylan's grasp it ended up hitting Connor straight in the face. John, realising there were two of them on either side, lost it. Ripping his ankle out of Dylan's grasp he lept to his feet and pulled open the door running naked from the shower cubicle.
Dylan was quick to his feet as well and caught up with John half way across the locker room.
Dylan grabbed John's arm firmly yelling "It's alright, we're not going to hurt you". But John was terrified and yelling at the top of his voice for help. Dylan maintained a firm grip on his arm but was terrified John's cried would bring people running. Just then Connor arrived and he wrapped one strong arm around John's chest and his other hand firmly across his mouth, stiffening John's cries. Connor with Dylan's help hurriedly pull John into the cubicle on the left, avoiding the middle one which was still wet from the running shower.
Dylan surveys the situation. A terrified and squirming naked 12 year old John was being held firmly by Connor, his arms forced behind his back. Even with Connor's hand over his month John was still trying to yell for help. His eyes were wide with fear. Dylan suddenly felt something wet hit his right foot which was still bare from when Connor had comforted him earlier in the benches. Following the line of yellowish water up from his foot he saw it from coming from the tip of John's dick.
John had wet himself in his fear. Well, if it was possible to wet yourself while you weren't wearing any clothes thought Dylan as he jumped quickly out of the line of fire, shaking the pee from his foot.
For about 30 seconds Dylan's mind raced as he stood there watching Dylan continue to empty his bladder while being held firming by Connor. As the stream dried up Dylan realised John seemed to have given up struggling and was now just crying silently, his tears falling over Connor's hand. Dylan leaned forward and said, firmly but kindly, "If you don't yell or scream, my friend here will release his hand." John nodded slowly and Dylan nodded to Connor who pulled his hand way, although he still kept a firm hand around him.
"Please don't hurt me" whispered John.
"We're don't want to hurt you at all" replied Dylan, "this is just a big miss understanding".
"Then why did you grab me?" asked John timidly.
"Well if you ran naked into the hallway screaming about us trying to attack you in the shower, that would be very hard to explain". say Dylan with a small smile.
John paused. "So you weren't trying to attack me while I was in the shower?"
"No" said Dylan shaking his head.
After a moments pause John said with a note of defiance "But you were trying to spy on me while I was naked".
"Wrong again" said Dylan with a bigger smile.
"Well what were you doing?" asked John with disbelieve in his voice.
Dylan paused, his smile faltering. He decided honesty was the best policy.
"We were spying but only on your feet". After seeing the surprised look in John's eyes Dylan said, "Look my friend and I really like feet. Like really like them. And we saw yours and they were just so beautiful we had to get a closer look. We weren't interesting in seeing you naked but while you were showering it gave us a good opportunity to look at them. That's all we were doing honest. I grabbed your ankle because I thought it would stop you running but it only made everything worse."
After a long pause John finally said "So you both like feet?"
Dylan nodded seriously and Connor, speaking for the first time said "a lot" right behind John's head, making him jump slightly.
"Then, if you are only interested in my feet, do you think I could get my towel back?" asked John.
Dylan look back down and realised John was still naked, a few drops of pee still slowly dripped off the end of his dick.
Dylan quick went into the stall next door and grabbed the towel. He handed to John who, when Connor loosened his arm, quick slipped out of his grasp and wrapped the towel around his waste, blushing slightly.
There was a pause and Dylan saw John eyeing the puddle or urine on the ground, his face growing redder and his eyes starting to glisten again.
"Look we really are sorry about all this" said Dylan who generally did feel bad everything had gotten so out of control. Although he must confess he had enjoyed seeing even more of John that he had originally expected to.
"Can we make it up to you?" asked Connor.
"Yeah anything we can do to make you feel better" Dylan said.
John thought for a moment and said "You say you both like feet. So does that mean you like touch them and lick them and stuff".
Dylan nodded and Connor said "Oh yeah, we love it!"
"Then prove it." said John, "On each other".
Dylan looked at Connor who grinned. John wanted them to put on a foot show and this was something they were more than happy to do. They swapped places leaving Dylan and Connor on the dryer half of the cubicle and John between them and the door. John didn't seem to notice his right barefoot was stood in his puddle of urine.
As Connor and Dylan pulled off their shoes and socks John suddenly yelled "Wait! One more thing..."
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