Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 09:09:17 -0700
From: Rich McFadin <mcfadinr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coachin 1

Coachin'
Observations from a Junior High Locker Room.

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I've got a pretty good job.  At least a really good one for me.  I'm a
junior high coach.  I've been coaching football, helping out with track,
and the PE classes.  The hardest work I do on the PE classes is usually
limited to breaking fights and those usually occur when the warball
(dodgeball) games are played.  The best thing is that it feeds my interest.
I love seeing naked boys.  Junior high boys are the best.  It seems that
the opportunity has increased my interest.  I do have to say that in all my
years, I have never taken advantage of the boys.  I've never seduced them
into my office, never slipped and slided naked across the shower floor.
With a few exceptions, it's been a lot of looking.  And encountering events
going on in the locker rooms and showers.

I love seeing how the boys mature in just once summer.  I get to meet and
know the boys when they are 7th graders.  A few already have hit puberty,
some have junk that rival high school seniors, but most of the pubescent
boys are right in the middle of development.  Pubes are just growing.
Usually whispy and thin.  Dicks are growing.  Balls are plumping up.
Sometimes they grow so fast that I can tell the boy doesn't even know what
to do with them.  They struggle to figure out how they want to stuff their
junk into their underwear.  I have had at least 3 boys who experience a
jock for the very first time who had such a hard time understanding the
design that they sought me out for help on how to wear it.

One boy, as gay and flamboyant as they come, was a little over the top when
he sought help.  He supposedly couldn't figure out where to put his legs
and what parts of his junk went where in the jock.  I know I was being
played but I went along with it.  At least my growing boner was hidden by
my coaching short.  His grew hard as soon as he got into my office and
bounced around the entire time.  He just got silly.  He was enjoying
showing off to me.  And we had issues with him over the three years he was
in school.  He would flash girls and boys.  Even when it wasn't in PE
class, I was the one who had to talk to him.  He and I remained friends
until he graduated from high school.  I even got a big wet tongue kiss from
him as he was still in his cap and gown on graduation night.

The other boys came to me with the question of "up or down".  I hear it all
the time.  "Does your dick point up or down in your jock?"  Normally, it's
just discussed in the locker room among the boys.  One boy had such cute
little junk that the pouch of his jock folded up as if empty.  I asked him
what happens when he puts his dick pointing up.  And as he tried it, his
dick fell and rested on his little hairless balls.  I told that was a
pretty good answer.  He was told that he was supposed to use the waistband
of the jock to hold his dick up.

Certain PE classes get a mass sense of modesty.  Some classes start off
with boys stripping off clothes as soon as they get through the door and
they stay that way until they just have to suit up or get dressed.  Other
classes will use towels to wrap around themselves to take their pants off.
And almost entire classes that would not change into jocks and remained in
underwear, and never took showers.  Well, until the school made it
mandatory for boys to shower.  I always thought the boys really really
needed to shower, sweaty bodies with sweaty undies just made for nasty,
smelly classrooms.  The head coach said he was tired of fighting with boys,
and some parents, about getting naked in the locker room, that he quit
making the boys shower.  When he left, the principal made it mandatory.
Although, I don't know what to do with the handful of boys who just won't
do it.

I have two classes this year that have been the comfortable in the nude
type.  There are naked boys flying around the room the entire time.  They
may be competing for a class I had a few years ago.  Those boys would
rather stay in the shower than go out to the field or gym.  The showers
were loud and active.  Several times I would hear the splat of a naked boy
hitting the floor.  Followed by a huge round of laughter.  I would go to
the shower area, really to make sure things were under control and to keep
the boys from getting hurt.  Of course, it allowed me to see even more
naked bodies.

That group didn't have much modesty.  It was made up of 6 boys with another
8 or so boys who would join into the fun and games at different times.  I
know it had to be a combination of attitude and opportunity that created
all the play.  It was the last period of the day.  After that class, I had
to shift my attention to the other locker room and football practice.  I
wasn't around to chase the boys from the shower or the locker room.  It
happens that the last class tends to hang around, sometimes in just jeans,
sometimes in just undies, sometimes in nothing at all.  These guys loved
being naked.

When football season ended, I stayed around the locker room.  I was really
enjoying the end of a really miserable football season and even though I
could have gone home, when class ended, it was just nice sitting and
watching.  On Tuesday, almost all the boys had cleared the locker room.  I
saw several baskets left out, and shoes, jocks and shorts laying around.  I
heard the shower going, and a few voices.  I knew who was going to be in
the shower.  The 6 boys were all in the early stages of puberty.  None of
them had enough pubes to hide anything.  They all had enough junk size that
there was swinging going on.  And they walked in a way to get as much swing
as they could.

I stepped around and looked into the shower and say six naked, skinny white
boys all circled around closely.  There was some flinching and giggling.  I
wanted to see what was going on.  I knew if they saw me, there would be a
lot of loud laughing and the boys would scatter and that would be the end
of it.  I backed up and went around the benches and lockers to get to a
little alcove.  We blocked that area off.  There was a door to an equipment
closet and a door to the outside.  When the door to the outside was open,
the view from outside into the shower provided the world with great angles.
It was great for getting equipment in and out easily but it exposed the
boys to the world.

From there, I could see almost all of what was going on and they would
really have to pay attention to where I was standing to see me.  I could
see the distinctive movement of arms that some of them were stroking their
dicks.  I saw a couple of others shaking their dicks to get them hard.  I
could hear some of the conversation but so many of them were talking at the
same time it was hard to understand.  I heard one call to the others and
tell them it was time.  They all took a few steps in and they were hip to
hip in a tight little circle.  I couldn't see but it was clear that they
were rubbing their dicks together.  The giggles and the reactions of butts
being thrust backwards were clear indications that dicks were touching.
That continued for a few moments.  I boned up as well and I had one finger
inside my jock, teasing my own dick.

These were my 8th graders.  All of them I would consider cute, or great
examples of young boys.  They were the ones who showed up in 7th grade with
barely a pubic hair among them.  I remembered that a few of them had
matured during the school year but it was obvious that summer had been very
good to them all.  One was dark headed, it seemed like his hair was going
in every direction.  He had a goofy snaggletooth smile that was quick to
show up on his face.  I thought he was a great kid, although some of the
teachers thought he was too much of a smart ass.  This year, as he got
dressed out, I got to see a lot of him.  As soon as his underwear came off,
he was pulling on his dick to restore the length, not getting it boned up.
He did have a nice long limp dick and accented by very dark pubes.  While
not particularly thick, they were so long that you had to notice them.  Two
of the boys can be described the same way.  I know they have been best
buddies since they started school.  I think it had to be from their
physical similarities that brought them together.  And being together so
long, they started to share the same brain.  They had extremely light
blonde hair that seemed to shine, at least in the sun, their hair would
draw your immediate attention.  Their hip bones were prominent and gave the
impression that they were really skinny but in fact they were healthy but
thin.  They never seemed to get tan but when you saw their tan lines, their
butts were amazingly white.  Flip them over and you saw cute pink dicks.
One did poke out forward as compared to the other one hanging straight
down.  I had gotten to see both of them boned up, from those pesky teenage
midday boners.  They would do all they could to hide them from the rest of
the class. But as a coach, who would look that way, I got to see the pink
boners.  Then they really looked even more alike.  Two boys had blonde hair
as well but with more color, more golden.  One of them really should have
been an athlete, he had the bone structure and muscles to build on.  He
also had the coordination to make him a natural.  His mother just wouldn't
let him get involved in anything.  I got notes from her all year long about
how he has stomach issues or a sore on the bottom of his foot, etc. as
excuses to keep him out of PE.  He, himself rarely paid attention to them.
Another thing that made him stand out was his scrotum.  He had some nice
big balls and they could really be seen hanging so low in his long scrotum.
I think his balls were closer to his knees than his hole.  I made sure he
was wearing a jock, just so I wouldn't have to worry about his balls.  The
brown headed boy was a great kid.  I'm not sure how it happened but he
ended up as my teacher's pet.  He wasn't particularly handsome, though nice
looking.  He wasn't built like an athlete.  He wasn't bone skinny either.
He didn't have a monster dick, or a little peepee.  I knew he had to be a
grower.  He had so much skin folded up on his limp dick that there was so
much room to grow.  I hadn't seen his boner before, at least not naked.  He
always seemed to have a big bulge in his jeans when he was around me.  His
wispy brown pubes showed a lot of belly between them.  He may have as many
pubes on his balls as he does above his dick.

I heard one boy ask who's turn it was.  And before anyone could answer, he
proclaimed that it was one particular boy.  The others laughed and said
things like it's always his turn.  The boy said he couldn't help it, he
just cums too fast.  He got down on his knees and grabbed one of the other
boys by the balls and pulled him towards his mouth.  I could hear a low
volume counting up to 20 and then another boy moved in and was getting
sucked.  Another 20 count, and another swap.  There was a lot of giggling
and a lot of loud talking.  The five boys circled around the one on his
knees.  There was an occasional reach over and attempts to grab another
boy's dick and jack him.

It was getting serious.  The boys quieted down.  I could tell they were
more concentrated on their own junk than on the other boys.  It went round
and round and finally, I saw the boy getting sucked on his tip toes and
then the obvious release.  The boys all cheered and made fun of the boy who
was going to be the sucker in the middle the next time.  I saw that the
other boys started stroking their own dicks now and couldn't wait to get
their next turn.  I heard the next boy begging the sucker to go all the
way, he was too close to wait for another round.  It was a few more than 20
head bobs but not much more when the boy was growling and thrusting his
hips as he shot into the sucker's mouth.  The boy's face was as red as I
had ever seen him.

The others were making fun of the sucker swallowing all the cum.  The
sucker pulled a dick out of his mouth and said that it didn't matter, once
it was in his mouth, swallowing was no big deal.  The two who had shot
backed off a little but were still playing with there dicks.  Long and
limp, and so nice to look at.  It didn't take long for the next two to cum
but the last one took forever.  Even with a little help from one of the
other boys trying to finger the boy's butt, it was a long suck.

And the sucker gagged and choked as the last boy shot.  I could see his low
hanging balls.  His dick was no bigger than the others, if anything,
skinnier than the others.

Finally, the sucker stood up and a long skinny dick stood out like a
flagpole.  After that, everytime I saw that boy, the vision of his horse
dick would enter my mind.  He leaned back and hacked at his junk and yelled
"well!  Get after it!"  Two of the boys got beside him and handle his balls
and dick and stroked him as he held on to their shoulders.  A few minutes
later, the spurting started.  I could see 5 long white ropes fly into the
air and the boy sagging.

I figure they would coming out of the shower, so I moved quickly back to my
PE office.  It was still 10 minutes before they emerged from the shower.
Two of them still hard as a rock.  The sucker actually had the biggest
smile on his face.  I waited a few minutes and walked into the locker room
and acted surprised that they were still there.  Only one had on undies by
that time.  They seemed honestly happy to see me and I sat down and started
talking to them.  Five of them continued to get dressed.  One sat across
from me, naked and his legs spread wide.  I had to keep looking at his cute
junk.  I finally had to chase them all out of the locker room.  I was so
horny and hard that I had to take care of myself before I went home.  I got
into the shower and stood where they were circled.  I kept watching for
bodies in the locker room as I jacked off hard and fast.  I was still a
little hard as the 7th grade basketball team came back into the locker
room.  I wasn't really trying to show off but I saw the eyes of every one
of those boys looking at my junk as I moved back to my office.


I think I'll leave this story there.  To make sure if anybody is enjoying
it.  Let me know if I should tell more about what I've seen or experienced
over the years.  Email me at mcfadinr@yahoo.com PLEASE