Date: Sun, 06 Feb 2005 09:55:12 -0800 From: dude sweet Subject: Physical, Physical Education PHYSICAL, Physical Education Part One Before Coach Ratenberg, I thought that PE was just PE. I mean you mess around, play basketball, dodgeball, volleyball; basically any game with a ball in it. Well second semester of my 7th grade year that all changed. We got Coach Ratenberg. He introduced himself to us on our first day of PE. "PE is Physical Education. It is not recess. This is Middle School. There is no recess. If you are not in good physical shape by the end of the semester, you will not be receiving an "A." If you are in bad shape, you will probably receive an "F." If you work hard, you will get better, you will improve, you will probably pass this course. Most of you will not be receiving an "A." Understand?" Understand? I don't think so. I look around. The other guys were as clueless as well. There were no questions. We were all in shock. We ran laps for the next 20 minutes. If you came in last on any lap, he stopped you and made you give him your name. If you came in last twice, you got an "F" for the day. Hardcore. I wasn't in great shape, but as soon as I realized he was taking names, I made sure not to come in last. Running for 20 minutes without coming in last was hard. I was out of breath. So was everybody. Plus we were all pissed off. As we changed in the locker room, we were all sweating, hot and bitching about Coach Rat. Yeah, we already had a nickname for him. The next day, we did jumping jacks for most of the period. Now jumping jacks are easy when you do 20. They are hard when you do 500. Three kids got an "F" for the day because they couldn't keep up. And even after 20 minutes of jumping jacks, we ran 20 laps. This guy had a thing about running laps. We hated him. The second week, instead of running normal laps. We had to run up and down the stairs in the gym. Also, did you know there are 27 wrongs ways of doing pushups. According to Coach Rat everyone of us was doing our pushups incorrectly. At the end of the second week he had an announcement. "I need a volunteer for next week. It needs to be a slim boy who doesn't mind having his muscles colored with markers. We are going to start working out and you will all learn the names AND SPELLINGS of the major muscles we will be working. Anyone who is interested and who doesn't mind spending the week in their briefs, see me after class. The volunteer will receive extra credit." I wasn't paying that much attention until I heard the words "extra credit." Then I tried to remember what Coach Rat had said. Learn how to spell muscles...something about getting drawn on...and standing around in underwear...briefs, not boxers. I wore boxers, but still had some briefs from before. I was pretty sure that they still fit me. Unlike all of my friends, I had not yet hit my growth spurt. Sucks to be me. I hung around after he sent us to the locker room to see who was going to volunteer. Ted was the only other boy. He had already gotten several "F's" from Coach. "No Nelson, I need someone who is slim." He knew Ted Nelson's name because he was always yelling at him to hustle. "What's your name?" Oh, he's talking to me. "Brian." He didn't seem satisfied. "Brian Waterman." "Next Monday, come early to class." We had PE right after lunch. "Be sure and wear briefs. You have briefs?" I nod. "How early?" "As soon as you can finish lunch. Understand?" Understand? No. "Yes," I say. On Monday, I wear my whitey tighties. They are a little small, but I still fit in them. I wolf down my lunch and head straight to the office in the locker room. Coach is not there. Nobody's there. I sit on one of the changing benches, feeling stupid. Coach Rat comes in. "Ok Waterman. Get undressed and we'll get started." As I pull my shirt over my head, he adds, "Just take off your shirt and shorts. You can leave on your shoes and socks. You're wearing briefs, right?" I nod as I pull down my shorts. I fall on my ass trying to get them off over my feet with my shoes still on. I'm such a spaz. Finally, I'm standing there in my whitey tighties like I'm in the doctors office or something. Coach looks me over. "Ok, follow me." I go into his office. He pulls out some papers and gets some markers out of his drawer. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around so my back is facing him. He starts to draw on my upper back. "Don't worry Waterman, these wash off. You will have to take a shower after class." He continues coloring my back. Take a shower? In the locker room? After class? In front of all the guys? In front of Coach? Get naked? What a stupid thing I volunteered for. God, I'm stupid. He's doing my lower back now. Then without any warning, he pulls my briefs down a little so half my butt is showing. Jesus. He pulls my underwear back up to where they were, grabs my shoulder and spins me around to face him. My fucking dick is hard, either from the markers, thinking about a naked shower, or from him practically pantsing me. I don't really care why it's hard, I only care that it's hard. At least I didn't have boxers on. My boxers stick out when I have a boner. With the briefs, it stayed close. I looked down. Shit, you could totally tell. I was so fucking embarrassed, I almost shit my pants. If I was wearing pants. Which I wasn't. That was the problem. Meanwhile, Coach Rat starts coloring my chest. When he gets down my stomach, my dick just about busts out of the tight tighty whities. It gets worse. Coach gets off his chair and kneels on the floor to color the fronts of my legs. His eyes are right at my boner. I wished I knew how to faint. Or die. Or something. Soon, he spins me around and colors the backs of my legs. My boner refuses to go away. "Ok Waterman, just chill for a little. Class starts in about five minutes." Chill? It's not possible to chill with a boner showing, out of your stupid whitey tighties in the coaches office, thinking about being in front of all the other boys looking at your boner, knowing you're going to have to take a naked shower soon. Fucking impossible. I hear all the guys in the locker room changing, getting ready for gym. I sit still, hoping my boner will go away. It doesn't. Coach sticks his head in the office. "Come on Waterman." Reluctantly, I get up and walk out into the locker room, my hands folded over my boner. "Everyone, sit on the floor. Nelson, pass these out. Come on Waterman, stand here on the bench." I do. "Put your hands down to your side." Shit. I do. "Haha, Brian's got a boner," taunts Kenny. Coach looks straight at Kenny. "Mr. Smith, you will turn in a 500 word essay by this time tomorrow on the subject of spontaneous erections." Suddenly it was very quiet. "And have it signed by one of your parents." It was so quiet, you could have heard a mouse fart. "Ok look at the blue area here on Waterman's chest, these are the Pectoral Muscles. Look at your sheet." He went on pointing at all my parts and explaining them. My boner never went away, but after the 500 word essay assignment which had to be signed by a parent, nobody teased me. "All right, into the gym. 20 laps to warm up. Move!" "Nelson, help Waterman wash the markers off his back in the shower." With that, he went into the gym. Ted Nelson and I stand there looking at each other. Ted was trying not to look at my boner. "I don't need any help," I tell him. "Ok." His voice is super squeaky. He sits on the bench. I grab a towel from the stack next to the office and go to the shower area. I pull off my briefs and me and my boner go into the shower alone. I wash my front and try to wash my back, but it's impossible to get it all off. My boner never relaxes. I have to finish before the guys come back. Damn. "Ok Ted, come do my back." I face the wall so he can't see my boner. "Ok, I'm here." I reach around and hand him the soap. "Just get it where I missed. Hurry." I'm pretty sure he can see my boner. After a little, he says, "Ok." "Ok. Go." He leaves. I walk backwards to the towel and dry off quickly. I hear the guys coming in from gym. I pull on my briefs, almost falling down and get covered up before they come. "Nelson, why are you all wet? Did you take a shower with your clothes on?" Coach asks. "N-n-no. I didn't take a shower. I just helped Brian." "Nelson, do you take a shower at home with your clothes all on?" "N-n-no." "Then don't do it here. I try to give you a chance for some extra credit, and you mess up. You want me to get someone else to help Waterman this week." "N-n-no." Even after gym, nobody teases me about my boner. I'm glad of that. I arrive early during lunch for the next gym class. As soon as coach comes and I strip, I have a boner even before he starts coloring me. He doesn't say anything. I still feel stupid. He colors me as he did the previous day. "Do I have to take a shower? Can't I leave it on till the end of the week?" "No. I can't send you home all colored up. If you don't want to do this, I can get someone else." "It's ok. I'll do it." I mean I was already as humiliated as you can get. This time nobody teases, giggles or even acknowledges my obvious boner. After he sends the other guys to the gym, once again, it's me and Ted. Ted slowly starts to undress. He's got a boner too! I don't say anything. We walk to the showers and pull our underwear off. He doesn't have hardly any hair and a smaller boner than me. At least that's something. "Sorry," he says, referring I think to his boner. I shower quickly with my boner now even hornier than yesterday. Why does he have a boner? Why the fuck do I have a boner? Who knows? We dry off and quickly get dressed before the guys return. The next day I go through the same embarrassing steps. Ted and I are still naked with boners in the shower? Why? Friday is test day. I stand on the bench in my briefs with my boner and all my muscles colored. Well at least I don't have to take the test. It lasts almost the entire period. "Ok, hand in your tests and change. Waterman, get cleaned up." Translated, that meant, `Brian get naked and take a shower in front of all your friends. Oh, And Ted, you get naked and show everyone your boner too.' You can see the shower from some of the changing areas, so I know a few guys say my naked boner. And Ted's too. Jesus. Believe it or not, nobody teases me or Ted. I guess they're all afraid of essays on embarrassing topics. The next week, it's back to normal for PE. Normal being exercises, pain and no fun stuff. Ted and I become pretty good friends and he invites me to sleepover on Friday. It your basic sleepover until we get undressed for sleeping. Ted has an obvious boner in his boxers that I see since he's not hiding it. I guess since I saw it naked, he doesn't care. It starts to give me a little bit of a boner in my boxers. He looks down at his tent. "I hate it. I get them all the time." "Yeah, me too." We climb into his bed and get under the covers. We lay on our backs staring at the ceiling after he turns the lights out. "Do you play with yours?" he asks. This is uncharted territory for me. I've never discussed these issues with anyone. My dad tried to talk to me about it a few months ago, but I was too embarrassed to ask him anything. "Do you?" I carefully ask. "Sometimes." He does it too! "So do you?" "Sometimes." He seems to relax. "I do it in the morning, after school and at night almost everyday." "That sounds like a lot of sometimes," I say. He gets embarrassed and quiet. "I usually do it after school and at night. I'm too tired to do it in the morning. Plus my mom is always around in the morning." There, I said it. Long silence. "I'm hard now. Are you?" My hand is already squeezing my boner. "Yeah." "Want to do it now? Under the covers?" "Ok." He wiggles around. Then starts. "I'm doing it now," he says. "Me too." I don't know why but listening to him do it, and knowing he's doing it, makes me so super horny. I pull up the covers, so I don't drip my sperms on his sheets. As I'm sperming, I can hear him doing it to. I pull up my boxers and roll over away from him feeling embarrassed. Even though I just did it, my boner won't relax. Every time I wake up during the night, it's hard. When I wake up in the morning it's still hard. "Brian?" Ted whispers. "Yeah?" I mumble. "I'm still hard. Are you?" "Yeah." "Want to do it again? Now?" "Ok." "We can pull off the covers. If you want." Pull off the covers? Jack off in the light looking at each others? Hell yes! "Whatever." He sits up and throws the covers all the way to our feet. He's already go his boxers pulled down to his thighs and his little boner is ready. He waits for me to pull down my boxers, then he starts. He's looking right at mine while he does it, so I figure it's ok to look at his. It's a lot of fun! Part Two The next week in PE, Coach Rat is late to class. We change like we're supposed to and then just go to the gym and mess around. A few kids shoot baskets, some kids sit on the bleaches. I just stand around with some guys talking. "What did you guys get on the math test? I got a 97," brags Elliot, the class brain. "What did you guys get in math? I got a 97," imitates Kenny in a high voice. The next thing I know Elliot's shorts and boxers are around his ankles. Kenny pants'd him! It was hilarious. Elliot had nothing in the hair department and very little in the dick department. Elliot starts to pull up his clothes just as Coach comes into the gym. "What's going on here?" "Nothing," says Elliot, now fully dressed. "I said, What's going on here." Nobody says anything. It's not good to be a rat. "Why were you naked Mr. Robertson?" Coach asks Elliot. "Somebody pants'd me." "Who?" "They did it from behind me," Elliot says, not exactly lying, but also not answering the question. "Mr. Robertson, who pulled down your shorts?" Elliot doesn't say anything. Coach looks at all of us. "I'm sure you all know. Does anyone want to tell me what happened?" Nobody says anything. "Very well. Each of you can write a 500 word essay on `exposing yourself in public.' Have it signed by a parent and turn it in tomorrow for class." "But I didn't do anything," whines someone. Oh shit, it's me. "By your silence, your are a participant. All of you are. 500 words. Signed. Tomorrow. You too Elliot." Now that's just not fair. He was the victim. I guess Kenny also thinks it's not fair. He says, "I did it coach. I'm sorry. Don't make him write. It was my fault. I was just messing around." "You think nudity is funny Mr. Smith?" "No Coach." "Mr. Smith. Go into the locker room. Take off all of your clothes. Stand on the changing bench next to the door, facing the door, with your arms at your side for the rest of the period. Maybe you will see how funny nudity is." Kenny slowly walks off. "Essays. Tomorrow. All of you." See how unfair his is. When we get finished running for the entire period, we see Kenny standing on the bench naked. He doesn't have a boner. In fact, his dick is shriveled so small you can barely see it. I'm not sure, but I think it was more embarrassing for him showing off his shriveled one, then me showing off my boner. He does have a ton of hair though. I do research and write my essay. I have to tell my mom what happened and she signs the sheet. Later, my dad has a talk with me about the code. "I know that it's not cool to tell on your class mates, but sometimes, it's the right thing to do." Yeah, whatever. A few weeks later, I'm partnered with Elliot on a Social Studies project, practically guaranteeing me an `A.' We are at his house Saturday afternoon working on it, when suddenly, out of no where, he says, "Dude I'm sorry you had to write that essay about me being pants'd." "It wasn't your fault." "I know. Did you get in trouble with your mom and dad." "No. I just told them what happened. I'm sorry you got pants'd." "Well, you didn't do it. It's kind of embarrassing with everyone knowing that I have the smallest dick in the class." "Yeah," I agree. "At least you have a big one." "Yeah." "How big is it," he whispers. "About 5 and a half." "Shit!" "How big is yours?" "I'm not sure." "You never measured it?" I ask. "Not recently. Want to measure them now?" Yikes! "If you want." "Ok. We'll do mine, then yours? Ok?" "Sure." He quickly pulls out his. It's a boner sticking straight up to the ceiling. Still no hair. He opens his desk and gets his ruler. He places it on top of his boner. "Almost 4. Ok, your turn." he hands me the ruler, but leaves his little dick out. I open my pants and pull down my boxers, releasing mine. I place the ruler on top of it. He gets real close to see. "Shit, it's almost 5 and three quarters." "Yeah, it's still growing. It's be a monster." He laughs. "Can I touch it?" "I guess." He gently places his hand on my dick. It's so soft. Your skin." he moves his hand and pets my dick hairs. "Man I wish I had some hairs." He's now grabbing my balls. I'm afraid to say anything or move. I'm afraid he'll stop. By now he's wrapped his hand around it and gently touching it. Taking my silence for acceptance, he starts to jack me off! It doesn't take long before I pull up my shirt so as not to shoot on it. As soon as sperm starts, he pulls his hand away. I grab my boner and finishing the jacking. "Excellent," Elliot says, still staring. "You got a tissue or something?" He grabs a tissue form a box on his desk. I clean up my sperm and toss the tissue in the trash. I pull up my pants. He's still standing there with his out. "We better get back to work." He mumbles something, puts his boner away and we start back on our project. Near the end of the year Coach asks me if I will model again for the final on muscles. Of course I have a boner when he puts the colors on me, but the difference is, it doesn't bother me. After the test, when the other guys are changing, I strip naked and proudly walk to the showers, my boner leading the way. I no longer am embarrassed about it. In fact, I think I kind of like it. Part Three Early in the summer, my bike breaks. My mom says she will pay half of a new bike, but I have to earn money and pay for the other half myself. My dad tells me to mow lawns like he did when he was a kid, but all the people have Mexicans that do their lawns. I decide to wash cars. Everybody likes a clean car. My mom finds me a bucket, some rags and gets me the soap stuff I need. I unhook the hose and get everything together. It's too much to carry around from house to house and I don' have a wagon or anything. I decide to ask Kenny if he wants to help. We're not best friends or anything, but he lives just across the street. We do two cars on our block, but most people aren't home, it being the middle of the day on a Wednesday. We go over to the next block and start going door to door. Again most people aren't home. We finally get a lady that's home and she pulls her car out into the driveway for us to wash. As we are washing it, Coach Rat pulls up next door! "Hi coach!" we call out. He comes over. "We're washing cars. Can we do yours?" He has a very dirty SUV. "Sure, you can do both of my cars if you want." We end up doing both of his cars. After, he invites us if we want to swim in his pool. "No, we don't have our bathing suits." "Besides, I have to earn money to get a bike. That's why we're washing cars. My mom will only pay half and mine broke." "Well that's fine. As for no bathing suits, don't worry about that. Nobody wears bathing suits in my pool. God created us naked and if it's good enough for God, it's good enough for me." Did he just invite us over to skinny dip? "If you guys want, you can come over after you finish your car washing and take a dip to cool off and relax." We leave and as we are walking to the next house Kenny says, "So you want to?" "Go naked swimming at coach's?" "Yeah, why not? He's already seen us both. In fact the entire class has seen us both. Why not?" "I bet he's got a big one," I say. We laugh and do four more cars. We decide to do it. We go back to his house and knock on the door. There's no answer. Both of his cars are still there. We ring the doorbell. No answer. "Maybe he's out back swimming," I say. "Maybe he's naked," Kenny says. We go to the gate and call out, "Coach." "Come on back," we hear him holler. We open the gate and head around to the back of the house. There he is, laying on a chair. Totally naked. I try not to look at his dick. It's not that big, but his balls are huge. "You guys finished washing? Ready to swim a little?" "Yeah." "If it's ok." Kenny and I look at each other, then decide to do it. We race to undress and naked, both dive into the pool. I had never been swimming naked before. It felt so good. After a little, we decide to get out and lay on the cement to dry off and warm up. Coach is still laying there. As I look I see that his dick is even bigger than before. Not a boner, but way more than a hanger. He sees me notice, but doesn't hide it or anything. I start to get bigger down there too. I lay down and notice Kenny's has improved a lot. So we're all laying there, pretending we're not naked. "You guys want something to drink?" "What do you have?" Kenny asks. "I'm not sure. Let's check it out." He gets up and walks towards his house. E's still naked. "You guys coming?" Kenny and I look at each other, figure what the hell and walk naked into coach's house. It's a funny feeling. He opens his fridge and we all look in. He's got lots of Chinese take out boxes, a pizza box, some other sacks of leftovers. We see no sodas. We do see beer. "Beer. Let's have some beer," I suggest. "Yeah, beer," Kenny adds. "No beer. I don't want to go to jail," coach says. "We'll never tell." "We swear." He looks at our faces then hands us each a beer as he takes one for himself. We go back outside. We sit around his table which is clear so you can see the other guys naked dicks. It's cool. Beer tastes like shit, but I chug it in three swallows. Kenny asks, "Can we have another." "Go ahead, help yourselves." Kenny and I go into his house. After we grab the beers, we pause in his living room. Kenny pulls out a DVD from the pile on the floor. "Porn!" Damn! We run back outside. "Coach you got porn!" Coach smiles. "Yeah. Is that a problem for you guys?" "Oh no. We just wanted to watch it." "Sorry boys. I might get fired for the beer, but I would go to jail for the porn." "Please, we swear not to tell." "Please, I swear." Kenny and I both have boners now. Coach looks at us, looks down at our boners and gets up. We follow him into his living room. He shuts the curtains and turns on the TV. Me and Kenny are sitting naked on the floor with our backs to his couch. He gets into a big chair and uses the remote. Suddenly, there are two lesbians fucking each other with giant dildos. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kenny tickling his balls. I look over to coach. He's got a boner. It's fucking huge. I look back at Kenny's. Damn his is huge to. At least six inches. After a little, I can sense Kenny is starting to jack. I sneak a peek. He's going for it. I'm to scared to look at coach. Without deciding to or thinking about it, my hand starts to stoke my dick. Then I hear coach jacking too. I start to pound mine and in a few minutes, squirt out my sperms. I then look over at Kenny, whose going full speed. I see his sperms shoot out, all over his stomach. "Damn!" he says. "Yeah, I agree." We look over and coach is still going for it. Embarrassed, we turn back to the porn and just tickle our dicks. In a little, I can hear coach tensing up. I nudge Kenny and we look to see him shoot out gallons of sperms up onto his chest. Coach turns off the remote and says, "Jump in the pool to clean up." We follow him and all three swim around naked. After a little, we get dressed and leave. "Come over anytime. My pool is your pool," Coach says as we leave. I'll be going over a lot.