Mrs. Whitaker

By Kernel

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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My mom and dad moved around quite often because of my dad’s work. I had never lived more than about 2 years in the same place and we had just moved to a new town. I was just entering high school as a freshman and I was eager to not only start school, but to participate on the school’s swim team.

I met a new friend, Matt, who attended my new school. Matt was also a freshman and had lived in this town all of his life. He knew most of the kids at school where I was new. He was a good friend and was very helpful in getting me situated in my new environment.

Matt explained to me that the school didn’t have a pool, but instead used the municipal pool which was located at the edge of town. The district had decided to put in a municipal pool instead of having it at one of the public schools so that the elementary, grade and high school students could all use the same pool.

I went to the first meeting of the swim team and met the coach, Bob Smith, who had been on his college swim team. He was a really neat guy who had been out of college about 3 years and didn’t just train the athletes, but worked with them to develop their talents.

After the first meeting, Matt and I were just sitting around talking about school when Matt said, “I think you should know something about the school swim team. The team swims in the nude for practice and competition. The other schools in the league do the same and only when we are at away swims are we allowed to wear a Speedo swim suit.”

I was somewhat shocked as I had never swum in the nude before. Well, maybe when I was very young and taking my first lessons at the Y.

“Why do they do that?” I asked.

“Well Greg, I don’t really know,” replied Matt. “It might be that was before the conference expanded and the original coach was from the old country and he felt that swimmers performed their best in their all together.”

“I don’t know if I can get used to that. How long have you been doing this?”

“I have always swum in the nude since I started swimming in the 2^nd grade. It isn’t a big deal once you get used to it, you will like it.”

“I don’t know if I will like it, but might not have a choice in the matter,” I replied.

Matt said, “It is compulsory, so you don’t have a choice, but you will fit right in.”

During my first week of school, our coach said we would have our first meeting at the pool after school on Tuesday. I was excited about joining the team and was looking forward to the first practice swim.

After school, Matt and I were on the buss heading for the municipal pool. There were 10 boys on the bus along with Bob Smith, the coach. When we arrived at the pool, we took our duffle bags into the locker room and set up for our swim. While I was getting my locker set and unloading my bag, I noticed a young woman in the locker aisle one over from where we were getting ready.

I asked Matt,”Hey Matt, there is a woman in the locker room with us.”

Matt replied,” Yea, they are sometimes in here helping some of the younger boys after their swim class. The moms and sometimes their young sisters are in here helping the young swimmers.”

“How the heck does that work?” I asked.

Matt replied, ”Well they are just in here. They always have been here and they really don’t pay much attention to us. They are moms who have sons who swim and we just get along fine.”

I said,”Well that might be true, but we are naked and they are not. Aren’t there some embarrassing situations?”

“Not that I can see. These moms just look after their sons and really don’t bother us.”

I stood by my locker for a while just thinking about what Matt had just said. The other boys on my team were getting undressed for practice and I finally decided to do the same. Bob Smith came by and told us to come into the pool when we were ready. He was wearing a Speedo trunk as he passed. I wondered if we were going to do this naked swim thing, why wasn’t the coach naked too?

I took off my clothes and headed out to the pool. I looked down the aisle to see if that mom was still there, but she was gone. I headed to the shower and washed myself down before proceeding to the pool area. I felt a little chilly with the cool air blowing on my private parts. I wasn’t really used to this naked thing and felt a little self conscious about being naked.

I walked out of the shower room and into the pool area. I thought to myself, what a beautiful pool. The water was crystal clear and the lane guides were neatly stretched the length of the Olympic size pool. It had starting platforms on one end and a diving board and a high dive platform on the other. There was a large gallery along both sides of the pool where a large audience could watch the competition. The lights around the pool under the water made the water look very blue and inviting. The large walkway around the pool was neatly tiled with some anti-slip tiles. I was really impressed by the facility almost to the point that I forgot that I was buck naked.

Matt and the other 8 boys on the freshman squad were down at the other end of the pool. I walked down there and then noticed the young mom I had seen in the locker room was now sitting on the opposite side of the pool in the spectator gallery. I didn’t know if I should cover myself or not. The other boys didn’t but I lowered my hands to cover myself.

“Say Matt, do you know there is a woman sitting in the gallery?”

“Oh yea, that is Nora Watson. Her son has a bum knee and they come here often to use the heated Jacuzzi at the end of the pool behind the dive platform. She doesn’t pay any attention to us. Just go about your business and don’t pay her any mind.”

I was now standing with the other boys and our coach. We stood in a line next to the gallery rail facing the pool. The other boys just stood there with all their equipment hanging out. I covered myself with my right hand and was looking across to where Nora was sitting. She was a young woman I would say about 20. I couldn’t see her face, but she had a nice figure and I could see her breasts under her sweater. I was having reservations about this naked thing. I couldn’t help being embarrassed.

Coach now announced,”Boys I would like you to step up on the starting platforms and practice a race start.”

I was at the end of the line, so as the boys walked to the end of the pool and took up positions on each lane, I ended up on the far lane closest to Nora. I got up on the platform and was shaking my arms to get ready for the starting signal when I glanced over and saw that Nora was apparently very interested in the boys. She was intently looking at each of us as we stood on the end of our lane. I could see her looking at each boy up and down the line. When she looked at me, she didn’t notice that I was looking at her because her eyes were not looking at mine, but she was intently studying my boy parts. I was embarrassed, but then coach hit the start signal and I launched myself off the platform as did the other boys. We swam down to the other end of the pool and then got out.

I came back to the starting block as did the other boys.

Coach said, “Boys I want to work with you on your starting block stance. Get back on the block and stand like you are waiting to go.”

As I stood on the block, I glanced over at Nora, but she was now looking down reading her book. I thought, oh well, she is not really interested in the boys. Coach came down and asked me to stand up a little straighter on the block. This position made my boy parts more visible and as I was being shown by the coach, I looked over and Nora was not reading her book, but was looking at me. She was only about 15 feet from me and could see it all. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this nude swimmer thing.

We continued our training and finally Coach Bob told us to head for the shower and get ready to go home. We all headed out of the pool and poured into the shower area.

I was not used to being naked and I didn’t have a chance to really see other boys. In the shower now, I was looking around at my new friends to see how they looked. Most were circumcised as I was, but two were not. Matt was one of the uncut boys. Some had a short penis while others were longer. None were as large as I was. I am not bragging, but my penis was over six inches long and I was bigger than any of the other boys. I found it very interesting to see the other boys and see how they looked. You couldn’t really tell by looking at a boy, how large his penis might be. I also realized that we were not done growing and some of the boys had just started puberty while others were further along. I guess I concluded this by the amount of hair each boy had. Some were bald while a few others, including me, had quite a bit of pubic hair. Although it was concentrated above my penis, it was still there.

Some of the other boys finished their showers and were back by the lockers getting dressed. When I left the shower exit, I noticed a young girl standing by the doorway. I guessed she was about 9 or maybe 10 years old. What the heck was she doing there? My towel was down by my locker and I had quite a way to walk naked.

She was looking at me and at my crotch, when she said,”You are quite a bit bigger than my brother and the other boys.”

That kind of shocked me. If these girls weren’t paying attention to us, how was she comparing me to her brother and the other boys?

Who was she and what was she doing in the shower area looking at the older boys?

I got back to my locker and Matt was partly dressed.

“Who is that little girl in the shower area,” I asked?

“That is Marsha, the daughter of Nora,” Matt replied. “She is here once in a while when her mom is watching Jake.”

“Is that allowed,” I asked?

“Well, it has just always been done.” I can’t tell you the first time she was in here, but I think she has been coming since she was about 6 years old or so,” replied Matt.

“Doesn’t that bother you that this young girl is looking at you and the rest of the swim team?”

“Not really. She has been to many of the swim meets and sits in the stand with her mom.”

“With her mom?” I replied.

Matt said,”Well yes with her mom. The mothers of the boys on the swim team are allowed to come to our meets and they sometimes bring the boy’s younger sisters and siblings. It has just been done that way since the municipal pool was opened. The girls are normally younger than freshman, but sometimes a few older girls come along. There isn’t really a rule about it and I guess no one has said anything about it.”

“You know Matt, I am not at all comfortable about this naked thing and I don’t think I am ready for the mothers and sisters to view me naked.”

“Wait until you meet Mrs. Whitaker.”

“Who is Mrs. Whitaker?” I asked.

“Mrs. Whitaker is the financier of this municipal swimming pool. She is an older divorced woman who has a lot of money. Her husband was a very successful businessman who suddenly died when he was only about 40. Mrs. Whitaker is very interested in the boys if you know what I mean. She funds this whole thing I and I guess her payback is getting to see the boys once in a while. Perhaps you noticed the pool is named the Whitaker Municipal Pool. That is why. People just look the other way because she gives her money to the community pool.”

“When will I meet Mrs. Whitaker?” I asked

“I can’t tell you that. She will sometimes stop by but usually before the first meet and she is always at the swimming meets.”

I finished getting dressed and took my duffle bag along with me as I got back on the bus. I was thinking about what Matt said about this naked thing. I wasn’t sure I wanted the humiliation and embarrassment of being naked in front of the women and girls, but I really enjoyed the swim team and wanted to compete. I was torn.

The following week we were scheduled to practice again. Matt and I along with the other boys got on the bus after school and we headed for the pool.

I was apprehensive about the practice but I knew that a meet was coming in a couple of weeks and we had to get ready. Coach Bob was on the bus with us and told us that Mrs. Whitaker had talked with him and wanted to meet the new members of the team.

I really didn’t know what to expect. We all got off the bus and went to the locker room. There was no one there which made me feel better. I went and picked out a locker and started to get undressed.

Matt bumped my arm and said,” When you meet Mrs. Whitaker, don’t cover yourself.”

“Don’t cover myself? Are you telling me we will be naked when we meet her?”

“Yes we will,” Matt said. “She pays the bills for this place and she just likes the boys and likes to see us naked.”

“I am not sure I can do that. I am embarrassed to death to be naked in front of these girls and women. I just never did this at my other school.”

Matt said, “Just do it. The rest of us will be doing it. She won’t even notice you, so don’t cause any trouble. Just do it.”

Coach was there in his Speedo swim suit and soon we were all in the shower rinsing off before going into the pool area. When I walked out of the shower area with the other boys, I could see Coach down at the other end talking with someone. As I got closer I could see that it was a woman.

The boys and I lined up along the rail between the pool and the gallery. Coach Bob and the woman were off to our right and continued to talk. After a few minutes, Coach walked back to where we were and the woman followed him.

“Boys, I would like you to meet Mrs. Connie Whitaker. She is our most favorite fan and the sponsor of our team and this Municipal Pool. Connie, this is our freshman swim team.”

Connie was a very petit lady about 45 years old. She was dressed to the hilt. She wore a very fashionable dress with her hair styled in a short do. She was thin and trim. Her figure was very hour glass shaped and anyone could see that she must have been a very stunning woman in her youth. Heck, she was still stunning. I was near the end of the line and was looking back toward the front of the line as she was meeting the other boys. I could see that her dress was above her knees. Her legs were really nice and sculptured. She had on high heels which made her calves more pronounced. Her breasts were ample and the front of her dress was a V cut which allowed us to see the cleavage between her breasts. She had diamond earrings in her ears which sparkled in the light from the pool. I was studying her and forgot for a minute that I was naked by the pool with her headed my way. Apparently she knew most of the other boys and acknowledged them as she proceeded down the line. She was now talking to the boy next to me and I was feeling very self conscious about myself. Connie was talking to the boy next to me, but she was glancing over at me. I really wanted to cover myself

Coach said,” Connie, this is our newest member of the team Greg Richards.

“Very nice to meet you Mrs. Whitaker”

I reached out my right hand to shake her hand, but she didn’t reach for my hand, she reached for my dick. I jerked back a little as her hand grasped my cock. I really didn’t expect that. I withdrew my hand and tried to cover myself, but her hand was already there.

“You are a very large young man Greg”

Mrs. Whitaker asked the Coach,”How old is Greg?”

Coach answered,”All the boys on our swim team are 14.”

“I wonder how much larger he will get? I like the fact that he is cut. The boys all look better with that ugly foreskin trimmed away. Just like an erect penis ready for action.”

I now had to cover myself. I could not believe that this woman was so bold as to touch my penis. Heck, not only touch, but she grabbed it. I never met anyone like her before.

“Don’t cover yourself young man. You have a superb penis and you should show it off.”

Mrs. Whitaker and the Coach moved on to Matt who was the last boy in line and he was introduced. Mrs. Whitaker did not grab his prick but instead kept looking back at me. Well, not looking at my face, but down at my boy parts. I was so embarrassed I could have died.

We continued to stand by the gallery rail while Mrs. Whitaker went to her box seat along the middle of the gallery. Coach had us go to the starting blocks and get in position. He sounded the start gun and we all jumped into the water. I raced to the other end of the pool. We practiced several starts and after about an hour Coach dismissed us to the showers.

I walked to the showers. As I went by the gallery, I could see Connie looking over all the boys and smiling as we all filed past her. It was almost as if we were the troops marching past the general for a review. I was embarrassed and humiliated and could feel my dick swinging back and forth for her enjoyment.

I made it to the showers and rinsed off before returning to my locker. I dried myself off and looked over at Matt.

“That was about the most embarrassing thing I have ever been through,” I said to Matt. “That woman is unbelievable. Doesn’t anyone complain about her? I have never had a girl or woman touch my dick before and she is so bold and forward. I guess I am just a little upset about our practice today.”

“Well, Greg, you are in for other surprises at our meet in two weeks. The moms and sisters of many of our swim team will be there. Better get used to it because this is our normal way of doing things around here.”

I thought about what Matt had said. I was worried about the competition, but I had become more concerned about being naked in front of all these women. I was not brought up with this openness and I didn’t quite know how to react. My modesty was affecting my swimming performance.

There was one more practice before the meet. I was dreading practice day and what it might bring. The day finally came and we were on the bus heading for the Municipal Pool. I was talking with Matt and wondering if Mrs. Whitaker would be there. I guess I would know soon enough. We arrived at the pool and took our satchels to the locker room. I took a locker next to Matt and started to get undressed. Matt did the same. When we were all naked, we headed to the showers. I had looked at the other boys in the showers and noticed that I was considerably bigger than the other boys. I wasn’t sure why, but I was. Anyway, we finished showering and headed into the pool area. As I walked through the shower entrance, I noticed two people sitting in the gallery part way down the pool. As I got closer, I could see that one person was Mrs. Whitaker and there was another woman with her. What the heck was this going to be I thought? Coach Bob was talking with Mrs. Whitaker and the other woman. The boys and I lined up along the rail facing away from the coach and the ladies.

Coach walked back down by us and said,”Greg, Mrs. Whitaker would like to talk with you.”

“Talk with me?”

“Yes, please step over by her and see what she wants.”

I stepped out of line and walked over toward where she was standing. I covered myself with my hands as I went toward the two women.

“Hi Greg,” she said when I got close. “I would like you to meet my friend Martha.”

Martha was a stunning woman who was a little younger than Connie. She was equally well dressed like Connie and she had the figure of a model. She apparently liked to show off a little and her blouse was unbuttoned on top revealing the tops of her very nice breasts. Her cleavage was ample and formed a very definite groove between her breasts. I couldn’t help but notice them and my eyes were on her bust line instead of on her face. I just couldn’t help it. They were beautiful and nice to look at. I was looking at her breasts while I was standing in front of them naked. What was I thinking?

I didn’t reach out my hand because of what happened the last time.

“Martha, this is the young man I was telling you about.

I was still standing there with my hands covering my boy parts not knowing what my next move would be.

Mrs. Whitaker next said,”Greg would you please lower your hands so we can see you?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Lower my hands so she can see me? How could this be happening? I felt so embarrassed I could have died. I didn’t know what to do.

“Come on Greg, we want to see you up close before the practice starts.”

I slowly lowered my hands to my sides and I could see Martha’s eyes shift from my face to my crotch. They were going to see me as soon as practice started anyway, so I guess I just did it.

“See Martha what a perfect penis he has. He is cut high and tight making his tip stand out even when he is flaccid.”

With that, Connie reached down and cradled my penis in her hand. I could see her perfectly manicured nails as she softly caressed my penis. Her friend Martha’s eyes were glued to my crotch.

“See how there is absolutely no foreskin left. His corona is clean all the way around and his tip is so pronounced. Close cut boys like Greg eliminate that ugly foreskin and the build op of smegma which can smell bad.”

Connie rolled my penis to the side so they could see the underside of my tip.

“Whoever cut this boy really knew what he was doing. Were you circumcised at birth?”

“Yes…….. ma’am,” I stammered.

Martha continued to study my body and said,”He certainly is pretty.”

I thought to myself, pretty? My penis is pretty? I could not believe I was standing naked in front of these two women and they were looking at my penis. They were not only looking but touching. I felt a warm sensation in my groin which I dreaded. I was getting an erection. I guess with Connie holding my penis and Martha looking at me, it was just too much. I was trying to avoid it, but I could not. I knew that once I felt it coming, I could do nothing. In just a minute, I would have a full blown erection.

I think Mrs. Whitaker could feel my penis growing in her hand because she said,”Look Martha, he is getting hard.”

“I think you are right Connie. His penis head is expanding and becoming redder.”

Connie continued to hold my penis and as I pulled back slightly, she increased her grip. It was like she was holding me in place with my dick. Like a leash. I couldn’t believe I was letting these two women examine me like a lab animal. I was very embarrassed. Connie now let my penis go, but it stood up on its own as my erection strengthened. I was soon fully erect and my penis was sticking straight out from my stomach.

Connie said,” Well Greg you best go back to the team and finish your practice.”

As I moved back toward the team, I noticed that Martha’s nipples were hard and showed through her blouse. She hadn’t had them earlier because I would have noticed, but now the outline of her nipples were clearly telegraphed through her blouse and they stood out front of her ample breasts. She had great breasts and I wished I could see them naked. The view of her nipples only added to my erection which was now really stiff.

I turned and walked back to the team with my 7 inch erection swaying back and forth as I walked. The other boys took a look and smiled. They had all experienced involuntary erections and knew all too well the embarrassment of the inability to control them.

We completed our practice and I tried to put things out of my mind. I watched Connie and Martha during my swim and they stayed for the entire practice. I was still embarrassed about being naked, but I couldn’t understand why the other boys were not.

Back in the locker room, I was getting dressed and talking with Matt. He could tell that I was upset about being naked in front of the two women. He suggested that I ride the bus back to his house where we could hang out a little and relax. I thought that was a good idea and called my mom for permission. She said it was OK so I went to Matt’s house.

Matt lived quite a distance from my house and I guess for that reason, I had never been there before. His family had a nice home and we went into the recreation room. His mom was there and Matt introduced me to her. There were two young girls there also.

Matt said, ’These two girls are my step sisters. Mary is 13 and Margaret is 15. My mom and dad have been married for about 10 years now, so they have been my sisters since I was about 4 years old.”

I said,” Hello girls, nice meeting you.”

Matt said,”Let’s go up to my room and listen to some music.”

We went up to Matt’s room and played some music. I told Matt that I was struggling with this naked swimming thing and I was fearful of the swim meet and the embarrassment and humiliation it would bring to me.

Matt said,”Greg, you are making too much out of this. I have been seen by my sisters since I started swimming in second grade. It has never a big deal for me. You are just too modest.”

“You have been swimming naked in front of your sisters?”

“Sure. They normally come to the swim meets.”

I was even more shocked now.

“I thought you told me that only younger siblings attended the meets.”

“Well, generally speaking that is true, but my sisters have been attending for so long, they just continue to attend. No one has ever said anything about it.”

“Do your sisters swim naked in front of you?”

“Heavens no,” replied Matt. “I have never seen my sisters.”

“But it is OK for them to see you naked?”

“Yes, I guess that is how it works,” replied Matt. “Not my rules but just the way it is.”

As we listened to the music, I was thinking to myself that Matt’s two sisters, 13 and 15 would be viewing me naked at the swim meet. Mary was a year younger and was still at the middle school, but Peggy was a year older and a sophomore at my high school. This wasn’t working out too well for me. Instead of being a relaxing evening, I was more anxious than ever.

I was getting ready to leave when Mary came into Matt’s room. Matt had stepped out for a moment and it was just Mary and I there.

She said,” Say Greg, I was talking with Marsha Watson and she told me that you are very large. Is that true?”

“Mary, what do you mean by that?”

“You know, your wiener is bigger than the other boys”

I was shocked that she asked me that.

“How did Marsha know that?” I asked.

“Oh she was at the pool with her mom and said she saw you in the shower.”

“I can’t wait until I get to see you at the swim meet.”

Matt’s sister was waiting to see me at the swim meet? I was even more apprehensive about competing after that comment.

Matt returned and went to the door with me. My mom would be there in a few minutes.

“Matt, do you know your sister, Mary just asked me how big my dick is?”

“Yea, she is just curious. She has been that way for some time and is interested in the boys ever since her breasts started developing. She has noticed that some boys are circumcised and others are not. As you know, I am not, but you are and she just wants to see what that is all about and how you look.”

Wow, I was blown away. This whole community was different. The sister of my best friend wants to see me naked because she is curious and the girls and women are in the locker room when we are naked. I was not used to this. I guess modesty wasn’t part of this community, at least for the boys.

Mom picked me up and we headed home. I was embarrassed about the naked thing. I wanted to ask Mom, but I was too embarrassed. My folks were busy and never came to my swim meets so they didn’t know we swum naked. I guess I would try and handle this myself.

The swim meet was coming and I wasn’t sure quiet what to do. I decided to approach Coach Bob to see if I could perhaps wear a Speedo suit to the meet.

“Say Coach, I was wondering if, because I am new here, if I could perhaps be allowed to wear a Speedo suit to the meet.”

Coach seemed to be surprised by my question.

“You want to wear a Speedo?” he asked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Well coach, I guess I am just not comfortable with all these women and young girls getting to see me naked.”

“Well, we have always had the boys swim in the nude here. It is a tradition started when Coach McGregor was here. He was from the old country and that is how the boys competed in Europe. I guess it is how it always has been done.”

“Can I wear my suit then?”

“I don’t think so. I wear my Speedo because I am the coach and a mature man, but you athletes are still young boys and the girls don’t mind seeing you in the nude. It wouldn’t be right for me to be naked. I think it would be best for you to swim like the other boys, in the raw.”

Well, that approach didn’t work. It looked like I would have to swim naked at the meet or drop out of the team. I really didn’t want to do that. I was a really good swimmer and I liked doing it.

The day of the meet arrived and I was once again on the bus with my teammates. I was anxious as we arrived at the pool. There were definitely more cars in the parking lot than usual. We were competing against a small school adjacent to our town. I guess I would have to go through with it.

I went into the locker room and was surprised to see some young boys running around naked. Apparently the younger kids were competing ahead of our meet. I saw Matt sitting down by our regular lockers.

“Hi Matt. I saw some women were over on the other aisle of lockers.”

“Yes, they are here because the younger boys are just finishing up their meet. Actually, my sisters are going to come down and see us before the meet tonight.”

His sisters were coming down? How could this be happening to me? I wanted to run out of the locker room or just hide. I was having a panic attack. Matt started getting undressed to prepare for the competition. About that time, Coach Bob came by and handed us a bottle.

“Boys, this is a new wax/polish that some boys are using when competing. This will make you more slippery in the water and a faster swimmer. Just rub it all over your body. It won’t come off in the water. You will have to wash it off with soap and water after the meet. See you in the pool area in about 20 minutes.”

My mind was racing. Matt was now naked and ready. I started to take off my shoes and socks, but I was actually dragging my feet on getting undressed. Suddenly, I heard some women’s voices. I turned to see Matt’s mom and sisters coming down the aisle toward our lockers. I still had my T shirt and underwear on but Matt was naked.

“Hi Greg” they said. “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed for the meet?”

I stuttered, ”I….guess……so.”

I really didn’t want to get undressed, but I really didn’t have much choice.

Mary seemed to be really interested in me. Her sister, Peg, was talking with Matt and didn’t pay too much attention to me. Matt’s mom was reading the label on the bottle of polish that Coach Bob had dropped off. I looked over at Mary and noticed that she did have breasts developing under her blouse. They weren’t large, but they were certainly there. Nice little buds I thought. A promise of things to come. Her older sister, Peg had very nice breasts and Mary’s would soon be equally nice.

Mary said,”Come on Matt, get your clothes off and get ready.”

I took off my T shirt and now only my underwear remained. I had waited as long as I could, but now I had to get naked. I finally just reached inside the waste band and jerked them off. I felt very vulnerable at this point. I could feel Mary’s eyes on my body.

“My Greg, you are quite big,” said Mary. This embarrassed me a lot and I felt humiliated.

Matt’s sister, Peg now joined in the comments and said. ”Wow Greg, you are large and cut too. Look Mom how large Greg is and how nice his penis looks with his big tip exposed.”

Matt’s mom looked over and said,” Yes girls, Greg does have a nice body, but don’t embarrass him by making comments.”

Mary was just staring at my dick and it was making me feel uneasy.

“Mary would you please stop staring at me?” I asked.

“Sorry Greg, I am just interested in how you look. I have never seen a boy as large as you are up close.”

“You know Greg, your penis is so sleek and nice looking with your foreskin gone. My brother has his and it doesn’t look as nice and clean as yours does. I think all boys should be cut to make them look better. What does it feel like to have your penis head exposed?”

“I don’t know Mary. It has always been exposed because they cut me when I was just a little boy. I have always been that way.”

“Look Mom how nice Greg’s penis looks. Why didn’t you have Matt trimmed like that?”

“Mary that is enough about Greg’s penis. Dad and I decided to leave Matt intact because your dad is that way.”

“Do you mean that Dad is like Matt and not Greg?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you girls, but I guess I just did. Yes he is uncut and looks like Matt.”

“Is Dad as large as Greg?”

“Girls, it is not polite and nice to be comparing the boys to others. Each boy is different as is each girl. We are all individuals. We are making Greg uncomfortable with all this penis talk. Why don’t you girls apply this polish to the boy’s bodies?”

The girls were going to rub this wax on our bodies? How could this be happening? Mary was eager and put some of the wax in the bottom of her hand. She started on my back and rubbed down around my buttocks. Her touch was gentle and her hands were smooth. The polish was slick and made my body glisten in the light. Peg was doing Matt at the same time. Matt’s mom was just watching and putting more polish in the girl’s palms when they needed more.

“I can do my front Mary. You won’t have to do that.”

“Just relax Greg, I can take care of everything.”

Mary rubbed her hand across my stomach and I tried to push her hand away. In doing so, I pushed her hand lower and she brushed against the head of my penis. I didn’t expect that and I flinched as I felt her hand on my most delicate and sensitive area.

“Mary, I can take care of that area.”

I could feel my penis getting larger and I was embarrassed. Mary was staring again and watching my penis grow. The wax polish made my body shine. I couldn’t believe how slick it was. I felt like a body builder after they smear the posing oil on themselves. Mary’s eyes were like saucers as my penis stiffened. I was so embarrassed.

“Look girls, the meet is about to start and we really need to get some good seats in the gallery. See you boys later.”

Matt’s mom and sisters left. Mary was looking back at me for one last look but then followed the others out of the locker room. Now for the next ordeal, I would be walking out of the showers into the pool area with all the spectators waiting. I wondered if I could do it. Matt and I applied more of the wax/polish to our private areas and then headed to the pool. My penis started to soften a little after the girls left. I was worried about what was to follow.

As I was heading out of the locker room, about a dozen young naked boys ran past me from the pool. I guess the young boy’s meet was finished. To my astonishment, their coach Karen followed them into the locker room. Karen was the girl’s physical education teacher but she doubled up as the swim team coach for the grade school boys. She was young, maybe about 25 and had a very fit figure. She was a no nonsense person and didn’t have too much to say except in teaching her students. The most prominent thing about Karen was her bust line. She had big tits. I had not seen her in the boy’s locker room before, but I guess after the meet, she had followed her team into the locker room to talk with them. She was wearing a two piece swim suit that was low cut in the front giving a full view of her ample cleavage. She actually startled me when she came around the corner. I covered myself, but not before she got a good look at my dick.

“Hi Greg, I have heard quite a bit about you. Nice to see you.”

She proceeded into the locker room but not before I felt the start of an erection. This couldn’t be happening. I was getting hard. I grabbed Matt by the shoulder.

“Hey Matt, I am getting an erection.”

“Well, think about something else,” he said.

“I can’t go out in front of the spectators with a hard on.”

“Get it together, Greg. We are about to start our swim competition and you certainly can’t swim with a hard on.”

We cleared the door way and headed out into the pool area. I was amazed how many people were there. I was glad that my folks didn’t come, but as I glanced around I saw some faces that I recognized. Mrs. Whitaker and her friend Martha were there. I saw some girls from my class that I recognized. What the heck were they doing there? I thought only mothers and young siblings were allowed at the meets. I guess I was wrong.

Matt’s mom and sisters were in the front of the gallery. They waved to me as I filed past them. I was covering myself so no one would see my woodie.

Matt asked me,”How are you doing? Are you back to normal?”

I responded,”Not quite yet, but I think I will be alright.”

The meet had started. I was in the second heat and when I took the starting pad I could see all eyes were upon us. I glanced around and saw that Mrs. Whitaker had opera glasses. Why would you need opera glasses at a swim meet? I guess it was to look at the boys. I had to remove my hands from covering myself and I was late for the starting horn. I was behind and it was more than I could make up. I finished last. That was not like me. I was always first. The eyes of all those women and girls on me caused me to lose my concentration. I wasn’t doing very well.

The meet was now over and I was back in the locker room with Matt. I was afraid that Matt’s sisters would come back to the locker room, but they didn’t. I was grateful.

Coach Bob came down to where I was sitting and I could see he was not pleased.

“What the heck happened to you out there Greg?”

“Coach, I just can’t keep my mind on the competition while I am naked in front of all the girls.”

“You know you really let us down today. We should have easily won that meet, but your performance was horrible.” The rest of the boys did well. Why can’t you perform?”

“As I mentioned, Coach it is the girls. I guess I can’t swim naked in front of them.”

“Well Greg, if you can’t figure out how to correct your modesty, I am going to have you practice with the girls.”

Practice with the girls I thought. That would be terrible. The girls swim in suits and I would be the only boy in the nude. Wow, that would be terrible.

“You won’t have to do that coach. I will work on it.”

The meet was over and I felt bad that I had let my team down. I talked with Matt about it and he had told me that my modesty was just too much. He was probably right. He had been swimming naked in front of his sisters, and others and it didn’t seem to bother him at all. Why couldn’t I do that too?

I went back to school on Monday and felt a little embarrassed about my performance. I would have to work on that. The week’s practice came and we were once again were on the bus heading for the pool. When we got there, Coach Bob got the team together and told us that he was going to have to go into the hospital for an operation and would be off from school for a couple of weeks. He said that there would be a substitute swim coach for the next three weeks. I wasn’t too alarmed by this until he told us it was going to be Coach Karen. Coach Karen! How in the heck were we going to practice with Coach Karen there?

“You boys know that the girls don’t swim in the nude but the boys do. You will continue to practice in the nude just like before, but Coach Karen will be here wearing a suit. You boys will have to be mature about this. She is a coach and knows what boys look like, so next week, you will be coached by Karen.”

I couldn’t believe that we were now going to have a woman coach and we were still not going to be allowed to wear a Speedo. How was I ever going to get over this modesty issue? I really didn’t know.

We arrived at the pool the following week. This would be the first session with Karen. When we arrived, she was sitting in the coach’s office looking at some papers. We all went to our lockers and put our duffle bags inside. I looked up and Karen was looking down at some papers. The other boys had their clothes off and were ready for practice. I guess that regardless of the embarrassment and humiliation, I would have to go through this. I got undressed and ready for the pool.

Coach Karen came out of her office and I could see that she was wearing the same two piece suit she had worn at the swim meet. She walked past us as she went to the pool.

“See you boys in the pool area. Come out as soon as you are ready.”

See us at the pool? Yes, I guess she would be seeing us. I was now naked and went to the showers. After washing I went out into the pool. Some of the boys were already lined up along the gallery wall. Matt and I headed down toward the others. Coach Karen was standing in front of the boys waiting for us.

“Line up along here in front of the gallery wall boys. I want to talk with you for a few minutes before we start the practice. I want you boys to be relaxed during practice. I have seen boys before so please don’t be embarrassed. I will treat you with respect, but I will insist that you show me respect in return. Does everyone understand that?”

The boys all answered yes, but I wasn’t comfortable with this naked thing. My eyes couldn’t get off her tits. It was as if they were glued on her bust line. Her suit exposed the tops of her voluptuous breasts and they were really nice. Her body was nice. Her long legs were sculptured and smooth. Anyone could see that she worked out. Her face wasn’t that cute, but that body was a killer.

Karen turned her back and walked toward the bench where the equipment was kept. While her back was turned, two of the boys held their hands up to their chests like they had big tits and they started thrusting like they were screwing an invisible girl. Karen turned back in time to see what they were doing.

“That’s it. Line up along the wall.”

I thought we are really in for it now. Why had these boys done that?

“I just got done telling you boys to give me respect and this is what I get? I will not tolerate disrespect. You boys think you are so important. I want you to think about what you just did. I want you to stand up straight and grab your penis with your right hand. That’s right. Grab your penis and do it now.”

I reached down and took my dick in my hand. I looked down the line and the other boys had done the same. Karen now walked down the line looking at each of us. I was so embarrassed to be there in front of her holding my penis.

“This is the thing that makes you a boy. Not such a big thing is it? You hold on to it for the next 20 minutes and think about what you just did. Anyone who drops their penis or gets an erection will get to do 10 pool laps. Everyone understand?”

I did understand. There was no fooling around in her class. Karen walked up and down in front of us looking down at each boy’s equipment. As she stood in front of me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her boobs. They were fantastic. I thought to myself that I would much rather be holding those breasts instead of my dick. I was embarrassed to death but excited at the same time.

The 20 minutes dragged on for what seemed like hours.

When the time was up Karen said,”Ok boys, finish your practice and then hit the showers.”

Back in the locker room, I sat next to Matt. I couldn’t believe what just happened, but I could tell that Matt had never been through anything like this either.

The week went by quickly and I couldn’t believe we were back on the bus heading for the pool. I didn’t know what to expect this week. The boys were unusually quiet on the bus as the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. The bus arrived and we filed into the locker room area. Karen wasn’t around but we each took our normal place. I sat next to Matt and we started to undress. When we were naked, we went to the showers and rinsed off. I took a little longer and just enjoyed the warm water. Matt was still there too and he was also enjoying the warm water.

When we finished, we walked into the pool, I could see the other boys were lined up along the gallery rail. Karen was up near the other end of the pool and had on a different swim suit but I noticed she was talking with someone in the gallery. Who could that be? We would soon find out.

As I got closer I could see that Karen was talking to Mrs. Whitaker. What was she doing there? She normally wasn’t at our practice sessions. When I got closer I could confirm that Karen didn’t have on her normal two piece suit. She had a much skimpier two piece suit. The top was cut lower. I didn’t think it could be lower and still cover her nipples, but there it was, lower and bolder. The bottom was a bikini type that was below her hip bones. Kind of like a pair of low rider jeans. Why was she wearing this today? Did she want the boys to get hard?

Karen stopped talking to Mrs. Whitaker and said,” Boys, I want to emphasize that I am going to be in control of this class. Your penis maybe attached to your body, but in this class, it belongs to me. I will not tolerate disrespect or disobedience. Does everyone understand that?”

We all answered yes to her question, but I could not believe what was happening. I now had a chance to get a good look at Karen’s suit. The top was cut remarkably low and the material seemed thin. I could see the outlines of her nipples. They weren’t perky but they were quite large. I glanced back to where Mrs. Whitaker was sitting and could see there now was another woman sitting next to her. Why was this woman there and what was next? I wouldn’t have to wait long for my answer.

“Boys, I would like you to step over here and meet someone.”

Meet someone? Naked and I was going to have to meet another fully dressed woman? Who in the heck could this be? The distraction took my attention off Karen for a few minutes which was a good thing because Karen’s suit could easily make a naked 14 year old boy get hard. We moved down to where the two women were standing. I knew Mrs. Whitaker but not her friend. Mrs. Whitaker was wearing a pant suit that was cut to fit her figure. The pants were tailored around her hips and legs. Her blouse matched her pants and her blouse was open revealing her ample bust line. Her hair was fixed perfectly and she wore dangly earrings which tended to catch your eye.

Karen said, “Boys, I want you to meet Pricilla. Thomas. She is going to be a sponsor for your swim team.”

What the heck was there to sponsor I thought. We swum in the buff so there were no suits; there were no uniforms at all. We used towels, but those were included in our swim team fees. I couldn’t get figure it out.

I leaned over toward Matt and said, “Matt what the heck is she sponsoring?”

Matt responded,” She isn’t sponsoring anything, she is Mrs. Whitaker’s friend and she just wants to see the team. You know….See the team. She wants to see us naked.”

I was confused now. Why would Karen allow Mrs. Whitaker’s friend to attend the practice and parade us past her naked?

Matt whispered,”You still don’t get it do you?”

I replied, “No I don’t.”

Matt said, “I thought you knew. Coach Karen is Karen Whittaker. She is Mrs. Whitaker’s daughter. They both like seeing the young boys and share them with some of Mrs. Whitaker’s friends.”

“What do we get out of it?”

“Well, other than humiliation and embarrassment, we get funding for our pool. Didn’t you notice how bad the other school’s pools are compared to ours? Mrs. Whitaker is the reason. We have the money to have it nice.”

I guess I now knew what was going on, but it didn’t make it any easier. Karen was now introducing us to Pricilla Thomas. Pricilla was much younger than Mrs. Whitaker. She was also taller than Mrs. Whitaker and Karen. She was wearing a short skirt and had very nice legs. I always checked out the women’s legs even when I was standing there buck naked. I just couldn’t help myself. Her breasts were not as large as Karen’s, but were nice. She wore a sweater with a V neck and some cleavage was visible in the center of the V. Her skin was pale white and I thought to myself that she didn’t spend much time at the tanning salon. She was a very attractive lady. I glanced down at her left hand and didn’t see a ring on her finger, so I assumed she was not married. Not that it made any difference. She was seeing all of me and the rest of the swim team.

Karen paraded us down past Mrs. Whitaker and Pricilla. The two women were meeting each boy. Mrs. Whitaker knew us but Pricilla did not. I was near the end of the line and Matt was to my left.

Karen said, “This is Matt. He is one of the uncircumcised boys on our team.”

I could hear Pricilla say to Mrs. Whitaker, “Notice how these uncut boys have their wrinkly foreskin covering their glans. I don’t think it slows them down much in the water, but I really prefer them to be cut.”

Karen introduced me. “This is Greg. He is the newest boy on the team. Look at what a perfect penis he has. He is cut tight which emphasizes the end of his penis and his shaft.”

I was very embarrassed. Pricilla was staring at my dick and paying close attention to my circumcision.

Pricilla asked, “He is quite large. How old is he?”

Karen answered, “All the boys on the team are 14 but I think Greg is the oldest and will be 15 next month.”

“Do you think he will get any larger?” asked Pricilla.

“He is already pretty large but I don’t know if he is fully developed or not. Would you like to see him erect?”

I could hardly believe my ears. Did she want to see me erect? When was this going to take place? Before I could do anything, Karen reached down and touched the tip of my penis. I jerked because I wasn’t expecting her to do that. Her fingers gently circled the corona of my glans and slid back to my frenulum. Her fingers were smooth and soft. I could feel my groin beginning to get warm as the blood began to flow into my penis. I glanced at Mrs. Whitaker and Pricilla and then at Karen. Karen’s nipples were now hard and I could easily see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her swim suit. Yes, I was getting hard.

“It usually doesn’t take much to get these boys hard. Sometimes they get hard when I just walk through the locker room,” Karen commented.

She was right. I was almost completely hard now. Mrs. Whitaker and Pricilla were intently watching my penis as it grew in size.

“My, he is a really big boy,” commented Pricilla.

Mrs. Whitaker piped in, “Yes he is and look how straight his erect penis is. Some of the boys go off either left or right, but his is absolutely straight and look at the perfect transition from the shaft to the tip. He is just perfect.”

Karen now lifted my penis up and out of the way. “Want to see his balls?’

Mrs. Whitaker and Pricilla nodded their approval. Karen helped my erect penis stick straight up along my stomach. Her other hand went down and cradled my balls in my scrotum so that the ladies could see all that I had. I was so embarrassed. They hadn’t spent this much time with the other boys.

“My, he does have nice balls too,” Pricilla commented.

“They are large too and they hang low,” commented Mrs. Whitaker.

Karen released my balls and let my penis go but not before rubbing her hand up and down the shaft several times on the underside. I was now fully erect and the ladies were enjoying the view at my expense. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I was nothing more than a biology specimen. Karen’s suit only added to my excitement. Her nipples were fully erect and I could see they stuck out at least a half inch from her breasts. She was gorgeous and I felt like I should reach out and touch them, but I didn’t.

Karen now reached over and touched Matt’s penis.

“Want to see what an uncut boy looks like erect?”

Karen stroked Matt’s penis and soon he was also hard. I couldn’t believe how large Matt was when he was hard. Although his penis was shorter when flaccid, he was almost as large as I was when hard. Karen now moved Matt’s foreskin back over his corona and his penis now looked just like mine. The head of his penis was moist and red.

“See how sensitive his glans is,” commented Karen. “These uncut boys are always more sensitive than the cut boys.”

Karen touched Matt’s penis right under the tip and I saw Matt’s penis twitch from the delicate touch. We looked the same now that we were both erect.

“The boys don’t look that much different once they are erect.”

Pricilla was very interested now and her eyes never left our crotches as she compared our erect members. My eyes were still on Karen’s top which really revealed her giant breasts and nipples. I was really hard now.

“I think that will be enough for now. Any more touching might make them squirt,” Karen said. “Let’s get on with our practice. Settle down Greg and Matt and take your places with the other boys on the starting blocks.”

Just like that, I was expected to settle down and resume swim practice just like nothing happened. My penis had other ideas and remained erect. It was difficult for me to walk without having my penis swing back and forth banging against my legs. A couple of other boys also had erections apparently from looking at Karen’s new suit, but none were as large as I was. I walked back to the starting block and took my position with the other boys. I still had an erection when I hit the water, but the cold water quickly made it shrink. Practice was awkward with the three women there, but soon enough it was over. We headed to the showers and hurriedly got dressed to catch the bus.

This practice was over, but I wondered what the next one would bring.

I was never so embarrassed in my life. I could tell that Matt was also embarrassed as I think his erection induced by Karen was a first for him too. We would both have a decision to make as to whether or not we would continue on the swim team.

(The End)