Date: Tue, 07 Feb 2012 16:59:03 -0800 From: Zyngaru Subject: Swimming Lessons Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. There is no sexual content in this story. There is lots of nudity between boys and the natural condition that nudity brings about. If nudity offends you, then do not read this story. But if you are interested in innocence in the life of boys then enjoy my little story. If you wish to give feedback my email is zyngaru@ml1.net I am interested on what you think about my stories and appreciate all who email. Swimming Lessons "Are you ready?" Mom asks, as I finish my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Yes Ma'am. I been ready since I got up this morning." I answer back. "Well, put your plate and glass in the sink and we can go." She tells me. I take my empty plate and glass to the sink and put them in it. Grab a washcloth and get it wet and wipe down the kitchen table and announce. "I'm ready." So off we go to the Y.M.C.A. I have been waiting for this ever since mom told me she would take me and enroll me in swimming classes. Dad's been trying to teach me to swim in the ocean, but with the waves crashing against me, I am just to scared to learn that way and mom knows it. Dad learned from grandpa when his dad through him in the creek and told him, "swim or drown." Dad thinks, that's the best way for me to learn too, but lucky for me, dad got deployed out of country. Mom, on the other hand, thinks that I should be taught by professionals, who won't let me drown. So here we are walking the four blocks to our local Y.M.C.A. We walk inside the front door and go up to a counter right in front of us. "Good Morning." Mom says to the man behind the counter. "Good morning." He replies. "How may I help you?" He asks. "I would like to enroll my son in swimming classes." Mom tells him. "Very good." He replies. "What questions do you have?" He asks her. "How much will it cost for Jimmy to join?" She asks. "Jimmy, how old are you and what grade of school are you in?" He asks me. "I'm 11 and in 6th grade." I tell him. "Very good. Then you are still in Elementary School, so that will be $10.00, for a one- year membership." He says turning back to mom. "That is reasonable." Mom says. "Now when will his swimming classes be." She asks. "Jimmy, how much can you swim?" He asks me. "I can't swim at all." I say, turning all red in the face from having to admit I can't swim. He must of seen that I was embarrassed by his question and told me, "Don't you worry Jimmy, we can have you swimming like a fish in no time." Then he smiled at me with a reassuring type smile that made me feel better. "Ok, we will need to put Jimmy in the Minnows, which meet three days a week. They are scheduled, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, thirty minutes after school is out. I am assuming that Jimmy goes to our local Elementary School, right?" He asks mom. "Yes, he goes to JFK Elementary School." She tells him. Then she turns to me and says, "That will mean you will need to ride your bike here right after school and then home after your lessons. Do you think you can do that?" She asks me. "Yes Ma'am." I tell her. "So how long is the class?" She asks the man. "The class is an hour, with a hour free swim afterward, which I highly recommend that Jimmy stay for, because it gives him time to practice the things he learned during his lesson." He explains to mom. "So, he will be here for two hours then." Mom says. "Well you will want to give him time to shower and get dressed after swimming. So I would say class starts about 30 minutes after school lets out, then 2 hours in the pool and 20 minutes to shower, dry and get dressed, so lets say he can be home about 3 hours total from when school lets out." He calculates for mom. "Ok, that sounds good." She tells him and looks at me and smiles and tells me, "I guess you can start taking swimming lesson, if you still want to?" "Yes Ma'am I still want to, more than anything." I tell her. "Ok, sign him up." She tells the man. He gets out a clipboard and starts asking me questions. "Full name." "James Fowler, but everyone calls me Jimmy." I tell him. "Well Jimmy, for your application we need your full name but I will put Jimmy on your membership card. Ok?" He says. "Yes Sir, that's ok." I tell him. "Birth date?" He asks. "September 10, 1954." I tell him. "Happy belated birthday and congratulations on turning 11, Jimmy." He says smiling at me. "Thank you." I tell him. "Ok, I already know you are 11 years old. I know you are in 6th grade, at JFK Elementary School. What's your address? He asks. "2501 Merrimac Avenue, Virginia Beach, Virginia." I tell him. "Telephone number?" He asks. "We don't have a phone." I tell him. "No Phone." He says as he writes it down on the clipboard. Then he starts writing on something I can't see and then looks up and shows me a white card with my name printed on it with an issue date of September 15, 1965 and says, "All I need is $10.00 and your signature on this card and you will be a full member of the Y.M.C.A." He says. Mom opens her purse and digs out the money and hands it to him and he puts it in a drawer behind the counter and hands me the card to sign. I sign it and now I am a member. "Now, Jimmy, when you come to use the facility, just show the person here at this counter your card and they will mark your number on this other clipboard showing that you signed in." He tells me. "You mean this number on my card?" I ask. "Yes. That's your membership number." He says. "After you sign in, then you will go through that door right over there. See it?" He asks. "Yes, Sir, I see the door." I reply. "That will take you into the locker room. Pick any locker that has a key in it to use. You can put your schoolbooks and clothes in the locker. Then lock your locker and take the key and your membership card to the guy in the window. He will take your key and card and put them on a hook so after your swimming class, you can get them back to get in your locker. Do you understand so far?" He asks me. "Yes sir. Come in, sign in here, go through that door, pick a locker, put my clothes and books in the locker and take the key and my card to the man in the window to hold for me."" I repeat back to him. "Very good. Now once you are nude, go to the showers and take a full shower. Use soap and wash everything including your hair, even though with your burr cut, there isn't much hair to wash." He says smiling at me. "After you are showered go to the door in the shower room that says pool and wait. Don't worry, you won't be waiting long and you won't be waiting alone. All the other boys in your swim class will be waiting there too. When it's time for your class to begin, your instructor will open the door and let you into the pool area. Make sure you follow his instructions. Do not go jump in the pool, or you will be set out. Understand?" "Yes, Sir. I get in the showers and wash with soap and go to the door-marked pool and wait with the other boys until time for class. Then follow all instructions from my teacher." I repeat back. "Very good. You listen to instructions very well." He praises me. "Thank you. I try." I say, feeling proud. "Do you have any questions?" He asks. "Ummmmmmmmmm. Yes sir." I say. "What about a towel to dry off and when do I put my swimsuit on?" I ask. He starts laughing. I look at him puzzled, because I don't know what I said that was funny. "Jimmy, this is the Y.M.C.A. There are only men and boys in here. Even your mom can't get passed this point. There is no need for swimsuits in the Y.M.C.A.. Everyone swims nude. As for towels, when you get out of the pool, you will take another shower to get all the chlorine off and you will see a stack of towels by the entrance to the showers. After you dry off, please put the wet towel in the hamper right by the door back into here." He tells me. "Why does my son have to swim naked?" Mom asks quickly. "Ma'am. Everyone swims nude. It saves our filtration system for the pool from getting clogged from lint off the swimsuits." He tells my mom. "Oh. I can understand that. It's like all the lint that collects in my dryer." Mom says. "Exactly, Mrs. Fowler." He tells her. "Jimmy, you ok with swimming naked?" Mom asks me. "Yes ma'am. As long as all the other boys are going to be naked too, I'm ok with skinny dipping." I say laughing. "Then everything ok?" He asks both of us. "Yes Sir." I tell him. "Well Jimmy, are you going to go in today to check things out? There will be an open swim in about 45 minutes if you want to play in the pool." He asks me. "Can I mom?" I ask pleadingly. "May I" She corrects me. "May I mom?" I ask again. "Not today dear. We need to get back home and then to the grocery store. I need you to help carry the groceries home." She explains to me. "Ok." I say dejectedly. "Here Jimmy, take this pamphlet, it has the pool schedule, which will show you when each swim class is, and when open swims are. You can go in and practice your swimming at any open swim." He tells me as I take the treasured schedule. With that we leave and go home and then shopping. Sunday we go to church. Monday I go to school. Then after school, I jump on my bike and head for the Y.M.C.A. When I get there I jump off and park my bike in the rack by the front doors. Run up to the front door and push my way in, digging in my pocket trying to get my card out. When I get to the counter there is a different person behind the counter from Saturday. "Hi, I'm Jimmy and I'm new." I say all excited. "Hello Jimmy, Welcome to the Y.M.C.A. May I see your card please." He says. I show him my card and he circles a number on his clipboard. "Do you know what to do now?" He asks me. "Yes sir. I go in that door, get a locker, take my clothes off and put them in the locker. Give the key and my card to a man in the window and go take a shower." I tell him. "Very good, Jimmy. Just don't forget to use soap for your shower." He adds. "No sir. I won't forget to use soap." I say. "Then go have some fun Jimmy." He tells me. "Thank you." I say as I head for the door to the lockers. When I get in the locker room, there are lockers in rows everywhere. At the end of the middle lockers are the showers and I can already see 3 naked boys in there taking a shower. They look like brothers and they are all younger then me by a lot. They see me looking and wave and I wave back. Then I look around and pick a row of lockers and go down it, stopping at a locker and open it. As I am putting my books in the locker another boy walks down my row of lockers and stops beside me and says, "Hi. I'm Joey and this is my first time here. Can I use a locker by you?" "Sure Joey, but I'm new here too. I'm Jimmy." I tell him. "Thanks Jimmy. I'm a little scared and you look cool." He says as he opens the locker beside mine. "Hey Joey. There's nothing to be scared about." I say trying to comfort him. "What about getting naked. I ain't never been naked with other boys before." He says sheepishly. "Heck Joey. That's the easiest part. Ok. Tell you what. We can get naked together. You take off what I take off. Ok?' I explain to him. "Ok." He says, looking down at his feet. "Ok. Let's start with shirts." I say as I start taking my shirt off and Joey starts taking his off. Soon we are both bare-chested and he is cute for a 6-year-old. "See that wasn't hard was it." I ask him. "No." He says. "Now for our shoes and socks." I say. We both sit on the bench and pull our sneakers off without untying them and pull off our socks so we are barefoot. "Ok Joey. Pants next." I say as I stand up and start undoing my belt buckle. I see that Joey stands up but ain't doing nothing but watching me. Then I see that he's wearing elastic waist pants, so he doesn't have a belt to undo. "Ok Joey, at the same time lets pull them down. Ok." I say. So, I start pulling my pants down and Joey does the same thing. Then we both step out of our pants and put them in our locker. He is left standing in his superman briefs and me standing in my white fruit of the loom briefs. "Joey I love your superman underwear man. I used to wear them too." I say smiling at him. "Really. You wore superman underwear too? He asks very proudly. "Yep sure did, until I couldn't fit in them no more." I told him. "Ok, time to take them off." I tell Joey. We both take hold of the waistband of our briefs and start pulling them down. It isn't long before our little peckers are showing and I see that Joey is looking right at mine. The funny thing is, I am 4 years older than him and our peckers are the same size. Then we step out of our briefs and put them in our locker. "See that wasn't hard now was it?" I ask Joey. "No. It was easy doing it with you." He says as we both stand totally naked looking at each other. "Ok, get your card and then lock your locker so we can go turn them in." I tell him. Then we walk to the window where this old man is at and hand him our keys and cards along with 2 other boys that walked up there at same time. Then we head to the showers where there are already a half dozen boys in there now. Joey and I pick a shower from the dozens of showers in there and start soaping up. "Jimmy will you do my back. I can't reach it." Joey asks me. "Sure if you do mine." I tell him. So we soap each other's backsides and then rinse off. Once we have washed our bodies and hair real good we go join the other boys waiting by the door marked, "pool". While we are waiting more boys come into the showers and wash and then join us at the door. We talk back and forth and I find out I'm the oldest at 11. There is two 10 year olds, a 9-year-old and the rest are 6 through 8 year olds. When the door finally opens there are 20 of us waiting. The door suddenly opens and a man wearing red shorts steps in. "Boys. I want you to walk. No, running on the pool deck. Walk, to the shallow end of the pool and sit down on the edge. Absolutely, no getting in the pool. If you get wet, you sit out. Do you understand me?" My new swimming instructor tells us all. "Yes Sir." We all say in unison. "OK, go." He says opening the door fully. We all walk fastly to the edge of the pool and sit down not even daring to put our feet in the water. My Instructor follows us, stops at a chair by the side of the pool and slips his red Y.M.C.A. shorts off and jumps in the pool naked, so he can look at all of us sitting around the edge. Ok. Boys. Put your feet in the water." He tells us. So 20 boys put there feet in the water. "Feels good right." He asks. "Yes Sir." We all say back. He then wades over to this really small boys and says, "What's your name son?" "Bobby." He answers. "Ok. Bobby is the smallest boy here so if he can stand up in the water then all the rest of you can also. Right." He says. "Yes Sir." We all say again. "Ok Bobby take hold of my hand and just let yourself slip in the water." He tells Bobby. He grabs the instructor's hand and slides into the pool and then he is standing with his head above water. "Ok. You can see that Bobby is standing on the bottom and the water isn't over his head. So I want each of you to get in the water but stay by the side of the pool. Ok go." He says. All of us slip into the pool and stand by the edge of the pool. Where I am standing, the water is just barely over my pecker, but the little boys are chest high and Bobby is neck high. "Ok now put your face in the water and blow bubbles." He says. We all do it. "Now dunk your head underwater and blow bubbles." He says. We all do it. "Now bend your legs and dunk all your body underwater." He says. "You are doing very good. See there is nothing to be scared of in the water." He says. "Now I want you to take a deep breath and go underwater and stay under as long as you can, blowing out the air in your lungs before coming up." He instructs us. We all go underwater. I can hold my breath for a long time. I have been practicing since dad tried to teach me to swim. So while I am underwater I look around and I can see the other boys underwater and I can see their peckers floating in the water. I think about how funny peckers look floating underwater. There not hanging down or standing up but more like sticking out swinging back and forth with the movement of the water. Then I run out of air and breath out and come to the top. "What's your name?" The instructor asks me. "Jimmy sir." I answer. "You can hold your breath a long time. You practice holding your breath?" He asks. "Yes Sir. I practice in the tub when I take a bath." I tell him. "Very good. Boys you might like to practice holding your breath in the tub when you take a bath, like Jimmy here." He says. That makes me feel proud that I can do something good. "Ok, I want everyone to practice holding your breath underwater right now until I say stop." He tells us. So for the next 15 minutes we do breath-holding exercises going underwater and back up. Then my instructor comes over and talks with just me. "Jimmy, how old are you?" He asks. "I just turned 11 sir." I tell him. "And you can't swim?" He asks. "No sir. I can hold my breath for a long time so I can swim underwater until I have to come up for air, but I can't swim on top of the water." I tell him. "Well son, we will correct that and you will be able to swim on top of the water before you know it." He encourages me. Then he stops everyone and gives us another exercise. "Ok, Now I want you to grab hold of the side of the pool with both hands and stretch out and kick your feet. Jimmy, will you show everyone what I mean?" He asks me. "Yes sir." I say, as I turn to face the wall and grab hold of the pool ledge and stretch out and kick my feet until they break water and splash all over the place. "Very good. That's exactly what I want all of you to do until end of class. This will build up your strength. Ok begin." He tells everyone. Then while we are kicking away he gets out of the pool and goes over to his chair and towels off. Then he puts his red Y.M.C.A. shorts back on and comes to the edge of the pool to watch us kick. After 15 minutes he walks over to the door to the showers and opens it and talks to the people in the showers. Then lots of naked guys of all ages come in and sit around the edge at the other end of the pool. Then he comes back to us, still kicking away and tells us that we can stop and that class is over and hopes to see all of us on Wednesday. So we all stop kicking and turn around and see all the guys sitting waiting. "Pools open for free swim." Our once instructor now lifeguard says to everyone. And lots of splashes into the pool follow his announcement. I see Joey getting out of the pool and go over to him. "Hey, you staying for open swim aren't you?" I ask. "No, I can't. Mom will be waiting in the parking lot for me." He says. "Oh Ok. See you next time." I say. "Ya" He replies as he walks away toward the door to the showers. With him gone, I decide to swim underwater back and forth across the pool. I really enjoy swimming underwater. It's silent. It's fun. It has lots of interesting sights. One of those sights was this pecker swimming over top of me that looked like it has red hairs around it. I make a flip and follow it. Then it's gone so I come up to the top of the water at the edge of the pool and I am looking right into that pecker. The owner of the pecker is sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs apart and I am right in the middle of them. Being embarrassed by coming right up in his pecker, I dive back underwater and swim back across the pool underwater and flip and come back. The whole time I am swimming underwater I am thinking about that pecker. It was huge. It was way bigger than mine and it has hairs. I only got a quick look at the owner of the pecker but I think he's maybe 15. I get back to that side of the pool and come up for air and sure enough he is still sitting there, but at least this time I am to his side not between his legs. "Hey dude, you swim underwater very good." He says to me. "Thanks, I just wish I could swim as good on top." I say. "Oh, so it was you I saw with the minnows." He said. "Ya. I know, I'm too old for that class, but I need to learn to swim." I tell him. "How old are you?" He asks me. "I'm 11." I tell him. "Hey that aint too old to learn to swim, I didn't learn until I was 10." He tells me. "Really. WOW! How old are you now?" I ask. "14" He tells me. "You want to race, me on top and you underwater?" He asks me. "Sure of you want to." I say. "Ready set go." He says real fast and takes off. I push off underwater and swim as fast as I can. He makes the flip before I do and I see him swim past me overhead. By the time I reach the end he is standing at the edge waiting for me. I notice he has reddish brown hair. I wonder if that's why he has red hairs around his pecker. "You're fast." I tell him "Ya. I'm on the Y.M.C.A. swim team." He tells me. "Cool." I say. "What you want to do now?" He asks me. "How long can you hold your breath?" I ask him. "I don't know, lets find out." He says. So we both dunk underwater and sit on bottom of the pool holding our breath and I am watching his pecker trying to float back up to the surface. I can see he is watching me, but don't know if he is looking at my pecker or not. Then he blows out his air and goes to the surface so I blow mine out and follow him up. "Wow you can hold your breath a long time." He says. "My names Ian." "I'm Jimmy." I tell him. "Well Jimmy, the way you can hold your breath, it's hard to understand why you can't swim on top." He says. "Ya well, it's about moving arms and trying to breathe at same time." I explain. "Oh that. Its called rhythmic breathing." He explains. "Well whatever it's called I can't do it." I tell Ian. "Sure you can. If you want, I can help you." He says. "Really? You mean it?" I say. "Of course I mean it. You want me to help you?" He asks. "Sure, what I got to do?" I ask. "Ok, I will hold you up, so you don't have to worry about sinking, and you can practice moving your arms and breathing." He explains. "What if I'm too heavy for you to hold up?" I ask. "Don't worry about that. Everyone is lighter in the water. You could even hold me up. Now you want to give it a try?" He asks. "Sure. What I got to do?" I say. "Ok, move around in front of me looking that way." He instructs me. So I move to be in front of him and then turn to face the end of the pool so I am sideways of him. "Ok, now I am going to put one hand on your chest and I want you to lean into it and I will put my other hand further down and hold you up on top. Ready?" He asks. "Ok." I say, as he puts his hand on my chest and I lean forward and I feel my feet wanting to come up off the bottom of the pool. "That's good. Just relax and keep falling forward and I will lift your legs up." He says. So, I lean farther, and then I feel his hand on my pecker, and my feet come up off the bottom, and he is holding me up on top of the water with one hand on my chest and the other on my pecker. "How's that?" He asks. "It works. I'm on top of the water." I say. Not telling him he is holding my pecker. "Ok, now move your arms like you are swimming, and put your face in the water and turn it with your strokes to breath. Do it slow because I got you. You can't sink." He instructs me. So, I start practicing swimming and breathing. It's working. But as I do my arm strokes my body moves from side to side, so that I can turn my head to breath, but it is also moving my pecker in Ian's fingers. I get this funny feeling in my pecker. It feels awesome, but strange. I really like it so I keep practicing. But after awhile I get tired. "Ian, I'm getting tired let me up." I tell Ian. "Ok." Ian says as he stands me up. Then, I notice something. I have a boner. Sure enough my pecker is as hard as a nail. All I can think of is how can I hide this. I move close to the side of the pool and face it with my pecker right up against the wall of the pool. "You did great Jimmy." Ian tells me. "Thanks." I say back, but still thinking if he noticed my pecker boned up. "A few more practices like that and you will be swimming in no time." He assures me. "Really. You really think so?" I say forgetting about my boner which is going back down anyways. "Sure I think so. I can have you rhythmic breathing in no time." He says. "That be cool. Between my minnow lessons and you helping me, I should be swimming in no time right?" I ask. "Yep, in no time." He says. "And, I was afraid that I was too heavy for you to hold up." I say. "I told you Jimmy, you could hold me up, because we're all lighter in the water." He explains to me again. "Ya you keep saying that, but there ain't no way I could hold you up like that." I confess to him. "Sure you can. I'll prove it." He says as he moves in front of me and turns sideways like I did in front of him. "Now put your hand here on my chest, just like I did you." He instructs me. Then as he leans forward he says, "Now put your other hand down between my legs like I did you and then lift me up as I lean forward." He instructs further. So as he leans forward I put my other hand down on his pecker and start lifting up. His pecker is so big in my hand. But soon I have him level on top of the water. "See I told you. Now I am going to practice my arm strokes. Just hold me in place." He tells me. Then he starts swinging his arms and turning his head and I can feel his whole body turn back and forth in my hands. I can feel his pecker moving back and forth in my fingers. Soon I can feel it growing. It is getting bigger and bigger and harder and harder. Ian has a full boner in my hand. Then he stops practicing his strokes and says, "Now I got one." He says, as he laughs. "You mean you knew I got a boner." I ask. "Well ya. I was holding it wasn't I. No way, not to know it boned up." He says as he sees me getting scared. "Jimmy, Jimmy, don't get scared. It happens to all us boys. But I guess you better let me stand back up and how about us sitting on bottom of pool until mine goes back down. What you think?" He asks. "Sure." I reply, while letting him stand up and then we both dunk underwater and sit on bottom of the pool. Sure enough, I can see he has a really big boner. It is huge. I ain't never seen another boys boner before. And I even got to touch Ian's boner. We go up for air and back down fast 2 more times before his boner is all the way back down. "Ian, is that going to happen every time we practice my breathing?" I ask Ian once we are back up on surface. "Probably Jimmy, but don't get embarrassed about it. It happens to every one. I won't let anyone else see you got a bone. It will just be between you and me. And if you want I will even let you hold me up, so I get a boner to make things even." He explains to me. "You really think it's ok to do that?" I ask Ian. "Sure it's ok, Jimmy, just don't be telling everyone about it though." He warns. "You ain't got to worry about that. I won't tell no one." I promise. "You're a very cool kid, Jimmy. Tell you what. You can hold me up for practice again before open swim is over. If you want to, that is? " He says smiling at me. "Ian, really. Sure I want to. When can we do it?" I ask. "Right now if you want." He says. "Cool. Get in position and I will hold you up. I tell him. With that Ian moved into position in front of me and I put one hand on his chest as he leaned forward and then put my other hand on his pecker and lifted him up. Once he was up he practiced his strokes while I held his pecker and felt it getting boned up again. It is so cool holding his pecker as it gets hard. It's like growing right in my hand. Then when it's fully boned up, Ian stops practicing and stands back up and we go back to sitting on the bottom of the pool so his boner can shrink back down. Then when it is fully soft again, the lifeguard blows his whistle and open swim is over, so we all have to get out of the pool. I start for the door to the showers, but Ian isn't going there. "Hey Ian, aren't you going to go get a shower and get dressed?" I ask. "I got team practice this hour." He tells me. "Oh." I say. "What is it." Ian asks, guess he could tell something was on my mind. "There was a question, I wanted to ask, but I got to get my shower, so I guess it can wait." I say and go to the showers. "Hey Jimmy, wait up." I hear behind me as I walk through the door. In walks Ian behind me in the showers. "I thought you had practice?" I ask. "I do, but I can answer your questions until practice starts." He says. So I soap up and rinse off fast, so I can get out of the showers and way from the other boys that can listen in. I grab a towel and head to my locker with Ian with me. "Ok Jimmy, we are alone, what is the question?" He asks. "Ok. When I was practicing, I got a boner right off didn't I, even though I didn't know it until you let me down?" I ask. "Yes, your pecker boned up as soon as you started practicing and stayed boned up the whole time." He explained. "Oh. Ok. So, I kept practicing even with a boner. But you stop practicing after you get a full boner. I mean I can feel it getting harder and harder in my fingers and then you stop. Why you stop instead of keep on practicing like I did?" While I ask my question, I open my locker and get my clothes out and start getting dressed. "Hmmmmmmmmm, Jimmy, good question. I guessing your dad ain't talked to you yet." He says. "My dad?" I say puzzled. "What he got to do with this?" I ask. "Well the answer to your question is something dads tell their sons." He says. "Well my dad didn't tell me nothing and he's gone so he can't tell me, so can you tell me?" I explain. "Hmmmm, well, ok. I guess. Jimmy it's like this. Look at my pecker. It's bigger than yours. It has hair all around it. You see that right?" He says. "Well ya. No way not to see you got a big pecker." I say laughing. "Well, when I was your age, my pecker was same size as yours. Then when I was 13, I hit puberty and it started growing and then later hairs grew. You understand so far?" He asks. "Ya, when I get to 13 my pecker is going to grow bigger. Cool." I say. "Well that and something else. Your pecker will get bigger so you can do sex. That means you will be able to make babies. You understand?" He asks. "No." I say truthfully. "Well that ain't necessary for you to know to answer your question anyways. We can save that for your dad to explain. But when your pecker grows, it also starts squirting. Look at my balls. See how big they are. Well they make sticky stuff that squirts out when you get a boner. That's why I stopped practicing after my boner got so hard. If I kept practicing I would have squirted that sticky stuff in the pool water." He explained. "Really. Your pecker can squirt out stuff that ain't pee?" I say excited. "Exactly." He confirms. "Heck I want to see that." I say even more excited. "Well Jimmy dude, maybe sometime we can let you see it, but not here and not now, cause I got to get to practice and you got to get home before your mom comes looking for you." He says flatly. With that, Ian took off, back to the pool and I gathered my books and headed out and back home. That ends my first day of swimming lessons at the Y.M.C.A. Jimmy James Fowler, 11 year old, 6 th grader at JFK Elementary School.