Date: Fri, 31 Jan 2003 23:49:03 +0000
From: Jay Forrest <horney_rouge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ethan's Story; Chapter One; P.E. Humiliation

Ethan's Story; Chapter 1; P.E. Humiliation

Hey guys, said Tim - grinning from ear to ear. Ethan here has agreed to our
little challenge.
"I didn't..." began Ethan. Tim look around at him and snarled, Tim was the
boss - ever since he had caught Ethan in the woods with his shorts around
his ankles, jacking off to gay porn, he liked manipulating Ethan. "...never
mind." Tim finished.
"So you agreed to all the rules?" asked Stuart.
"Eh, why don't you go over them again." Ethan said in an uncertain tone.
It was a bitter winters morning, the coach had relegated the boys to
cross-country, or basketball. Most kids preferred basketball, and the coach
always stayed inside to supervise so it was just 12 boys outside for 1 hour.
'Alone' thought Ethan 'this is going to be trouble.'
"Ok 'E' this is how it works" began Stuart (loads of kids called Ethan 'E')
"We start by running the 100 meters, if you lose, you remove one article of
clothing"
'Oh SHIT' thought Ethan.
"Then you run the 200 meters, 600, and finally 1000 meters. First time you
lose you take off your shirt, second time - your shorts, third time your
socks and if you lose a fourth time..." Stuart paused and looked Ethan up
and down.
"I get it," said Ethan.
"Who is he racing?" asked one boy in the crowed.
"Well, actually, it seems like our boy here is pretty cocky. No pun
intended." replied Tim, putting his arm around Ethan's neck. "He thinks he
can beat Russell"
Ethan's stomach sank. It had all been a set-up. 'Russell, WHY Russell'
thought Ethan. Russell is the best swimmer, best hockey player, best runner
- best everything in the school. Which was the point, Tim wanted Ethan to
lose and to be humiliated... to be naked on the coldest day of the year so
far.

"Wholly shit, really, this is gonna be great!" said Stuart in an overly
excited voice.
"Russell!" he called "Someone is finally stupid enough to challenge you."
Everything moved so fast and all of a sudden Ethan was on the start line.
"Three-Two-One! GO!" shouted Stuart.
Ethan ran as fast as he could, but not fast enough, he knew he could never
win at short distance. However he might just make it at the long distance if
he paced him self. Russell wasn't quite as good at the 1000 meters - Ethan
had once nearly beaten him, but that was 3 years ago and things had changed
a lot since then.
"You lose dude!" Stuart said with a huge grin.
"Pity!" smirked Tim
Ethan knew what he had to do, he looked around to check no one was coming
and then slipped his t-shirt off. Ethan exposed a well-defined chest and
stomach. There was a short gasp from the crowd. Ethan was deceptively well
toned, and Russell even commented on it. 'High praise from the king himself
' thought Ethan sarcastically.
"Next race!" said Tim, no doubt trying to hurry Ethan to his nakedness.
"Three-Two-One! NOW!"

...

"Off with the shorts 'E'" said Stuart.
Shit thought Ethan, but it would get worse. He slipped off the shorts, this
time barely checking for interlopers. Then he remembered - Ethan had been
unable to find underwear that morning and had borrowed his fathers. His
dad's boxer were way too big, indeed Ethan was glad he had wore boxers
considering his present condition (briefs would have been a nightmare) but
the boxer barely stayed up - the waist was several sizes too big and the
legs meant Ethan's dick poked out.
There was a round of cheers as they proceeded to the next race.
"Good luck" said Tim insincerely.
"On your marks, get set. GO!"
Ethan ran as fast as he could... 400 metres meant on lap around the tack and
he could already tell he was falling behind. Ethan was barely surprised that
he lost again, but it wasn't so bad this time, he slipped off his shoes and
sock without prompt and then put the running shoes back on.
Without his socks on Ethan's beautifully shaped ankles were visible, and
Tim's eyes traced Ethan's body starting at his 'cute' ankles, past his
masculine legs and perfectly proportioned thighs. As he reached Ethan's
groin another round of 'cat-calls' stirred Tim from his fantasy.

Stuart called attention again "Ok, this is the final race, it's all or...
well actually Ethan, its just all for you if you fail to beat him."
For the first time since the beginning of the race Russell pulled Ethan
aside and actually talked to him.
"You know - you are gonna lose, why not call it quits. The guys will give
you a hard time but you'll get over it." He said in a quiet voice.
For a moment Ethan considered it but decided that he'd rather face the
music. It would take months for the stigma of quitting now to vanish and
Ethan couldn't be bothered with that.
"Nah," said Ethan "I might as well try. Maybe I will win. After all it is my
dignity at stake."
Ethan was suddenly aware at his near total undress and could only imagine
the looks on everyone's face when he won... or rather lost. Ethan tried to
kid himself on but in all likelihood he would be standing naked in front of
eleven 16-year-old in short time.
"Let the games begin!" said Stuart "Are you SURE, Ethan, that you want to
continue." He asked. Ethan nodded evoking wide grins from the group. "Good"
"On you're marks!" he said picking up volume "Get Set!" he continued, for
Ethan the time was crawling past but at last Stuart yelled. "GO!"

'Two and a half laps' Ethan told him self, pushing harder than he ever had
before. He was struggling to keep up with Russell who seemed to be running
effortlessly.
'ONE and a half laps' he said to him self. Ethan muscles were aching. 'One
lap left' he thought.
Ethan was still in league with Russell; in truth Ethan was a little a head,
but not noticeably.
"Half a lap left!" called Stuart.
Even from a distance Ethan could see the wide grin on Tim's face. Ethan told
him self that he would get his own back, but deep down he knew that was too
was unlikely.
"Here they come!" Stuart called, the crowed gathered around the finishing
line.
Russell suddenly took off ahead of Ethan - one last burst of speed. As
Russell passed the finishing line Ethan stopped dead. He had lost.
The boys formed a circle around Ethan. Ethan felt like he could cry... but
the tears wouldn't form. 'That's a good thing' he told himself. Don't cry in
front of these bastards.
"Off, off, off..." Tim began. Stuart joined in, "...off, off, off."
The whole crowd was now calling "OFF, OFF, OFF"
"Shhhhhh" said Russell - suddenly there was silence. "Come on, 'E' take 'em
off"

Ethan gulped as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his oversized
boxers and slowly pulled them down - exposing a 4-inch soft cock.
There was a short gasp and Ethan stopped the shorts decent at his knees.
"No, no." said Stuart "Off, is off." he said.
Ethan let the boxer fall to his feet and stepped out of them. He was
completely naked, it was freezing cold and the sight of the 11 fully clothed
boys began to stir his dick. Four of the boys hadn't even changed into gym.
kit - Ethan was very turned on by their black trousers, white shirts and red
ties.
"What now." Asked Ethan.
"Well," Stuart smiled. "Time is almost up..." Stuart lifted Ethan's boxers
and handed them to Tim who slipped them into his gym bag. "So you can either
wait for the girls hockey team to come outside and find you and the 14-year
old boys to arrive at the locker room. OR..."
"Or, fucking what!" Ethan snapped.
"Jerk-off" Tim commanded.
Ethan looked around the group and sighed. He slipped his hand down his
stomach, his fingers brushing through his short pubic hair (Ethan trimmed
his pubes - he didn't like them being too long - but that was another
story). His fingers gripped his stiffening cock and he caressed the
stiffening shaft.
Ethan dick was now fully erect at 6 and a half inches. His dick leaked
pre-cum, which he smeared across the large head with his thumb. Ethan picked
up speed and closed his eyes assimilating the knowledge that he was asked
out-side with 11-boys, a temperature barely exceeding freezing and a railway
right by the running track, he imagined a train passing - hundreds of people
staring at his naked body.
It seems the gods were listening because just then Ethan heard a train. He
opened his eyes and stopped momentarily as the crowd separated, leaving no
barrier between him and the train track.
"Please!" said Ethan desperately, but his plea fell on deaf ears.

The train slowly passed, as it often did, as the station was so close to the
school. Ethan could see several shocked passengers staring awe struck out
the window. 'Let this nightmare end' thought Ethan. But no such luck. The
train stopped as another passed, he knew it would be at least a minute
before it moved off.
"Walk forward!" said Tim "Go!" Ethan was pushed in the back and he walked
towards the motionless train filled with hundreds of passengers, who were
now flocking to see his exposed teenaged body. As he got closer their view
improved and Ethan wondered why his hands had not moved to cover his dignity
- but he knew why really. He liked it - he liked exposure, the more the
better but he had never felt like this. His heart pounded as he surveyed the
faces of the passengers trying to identify anyone he knew - luckily he
recognised no one.
The train suddenly came to life and moved off...

Ethan hurried back to the boys who all chuckled. "You've got guts 'E'. Boy
do you have guts."
Ethan sped up his rhythm as he stroked his cock - it was only a few minutes,
maybe not even that before he blew his load, shooting it several meters away
and narrowly missing Tim's head. His stroking slowed as he pushed the rest
of the cum off with his thumb and let he foreskin lubricate his softening
cock head.
"Can I get my stuff back?" Ethan asked quickly.
There was a round of smiles
"Not quite." said Stuart "Come on"
"But..." Began Ethan "Where are we-"
"Inside 'E', we are going inside. Lets go."
"But I'm still naked!" he replied
Russell stopped and turned to face Ethan "We know, but we promise we won't
let any teachers see you. C'mon"
Ethan followed the group across the track and reached the door leading
towards the locker room. There was still a long corridor to pass, a corridor
adjacent to the English department. The boys checked there was no one in the
corridors before motioning for Ethan to follow.
Ethan ran past the corridor and past the boys. He knew by now the coach
would be locked in his office smoking a pack of cigarettes. Ethan reached
the locker room door and asked for his clothes back.
"Not yet." said Stuart as Tim turned the handle to the locker room - it was
locked.
Tim knocked on the door and a few seconds later it was unlocked from the
inside.
"You guys took you're time-" said a boy who stopped dead when he saw Ethan.
He giggled and, moved to tell everyone in the locker room. "Stuart and Tim
GOT another one..." he laughed.

Ethan began to enter but was stopped by Russell. "Loser goes in last," he
said.
As Stuart and Tim entered the girls locker room opened and the girls began
to flock out. Ethan rushed in as the girls tried to figure out if they
really did just see what they thought they did.
The bell rang and almost everyone left. Stuart and Russell shook Ethan's
hand after, they insisted, he wash it. And finally Tim approached.
"Well done. You lost with grace. You were very hot out there." He smiled and
for the first time Ethan saw a kind smile from the boy, that he believed,
had made it his mission to humiliate him.
"See you next time" said Tim as he winked and left the room.
'Next time?' thought Ethan.


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