Willie's Birthday Surprise

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Willie’s Birthday Surprise.
By Zyngaru
Email: zyngaru@ml1.net

Note of Interest from Zyn. Over the years, I have written multiple accounts of my experiences at the YMCA when I was a boy. Each account was changed as to fit the genre of where the story was posted. Each account has differing percentages of truth verses fiction, from as much as 80% true to as little as 50% true. I haven’t written this account yet, but Since I’m writing it for a site about embarrassment and humiliation I predict it will be around 90% true and the other 10% embellished, because this is one of the most embarrassing times of my young life. An easy way to distinguish what is true and what is fiction, will be fairly easy as well. The basic facts other than names, will all be true. The rest will be mostly fiction. You the reader get to decide what is considered a basic fact.

I wake up bright and early, which is very unusual for a teen boy during summer vacation, but today is a very special day. Today is my birthday. Today I’m fourteen years old. I quickly run into the bathroom to see what, if any, changes have occurred overnight. I’m what people call a late bloomer. My penis has just now started getting longer and fatter. I still don’t have any hairs. All the other boys my age have hairs. It’s exceedingly embarrassing when I have to be naked with other boys my age and I’m the only boy that is hairless, not to mention my dick is one of the smallest.

I make sure to lock the bathroom door. Dad hates it when we lock any door, but especially the bathroom door. When dad needs to go, he doesn’t like a locked door to get in his way. But this bathroom is upstairs where just us boys sleep. My sisters and my parents all sleep downstairs and they have their own bathroom down there. I lock the door, mainly to keep my nosey brothers out, so I can have some privacy. I have five brothers, all younger than me and they really do like to get right into my stuff. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my brothers, but little ones can be such pests sometimes.

I quickly shuck off my pajamas and look closely at my naked self in the full length mirror that hangs on the door. I get as close to the mirror as I can get so as to see any slight change that might have happened. Unfortunately, I don’t see what I’m looking for. You ask, what is it I’m looking for? Well, most of all I’m looking for my penis to get bigger. Second I’m looking for hairs. Pit hairs would be awesome but pubes are a must. I mean almost all of the boys in my P.E. Class last semester had large dicks and hair. The rest of us, well, let’s just say, we might as well have been ten year olds.

Still no hair. I can’t even feel the least little stubble of a hair. Now my dick has better news for me. I take my school six inch plastic ruler and lay my soft penis on it and it measures two inches. That’s a whole half inch longer since school let out for summer vacation. I’m pretty sure it’s a little fatter too. I would take the tape measure dad uses for sewing to measure how fat my dick is getting, but if he found it gone from where he keeps it, my butt would get busted, so it’s just not worth it. I’m pretty sure it’s thicker anyway, thus no need to measure. My balls are funny. I mean sometimes they hang a little loose under my dick, and other times like right now they’re tight up against my body. My best friend Bobby told me that when puberty hits, your balls drop. I asked him about balls going up and down, but he didn’t know about that. His balls hang loose all the time and his dick is a half inch longer than mine. But then he’s four months older than me, so in four months maybe my balls will hang loose all the time too.

Now for the really important measurement. I need to play with my dick to get this measurement and that’s something I definitely don’t want my brothers to catch me doing. It really don’t take long for my dick to spring up facing my belly button. I get stiffies really easy now. I didn’t use to. Heck I could play naked with my brothers, with us grabbing each others dicks and mine wouldn’t do anything but hang there nice and soft. But since summer vacation started, my dick gets boned all the time for no reason at all. Bobby says that’s part of puberty too. You might ask why does Bobby know this stuff and I don’t? Bobby has a fifteen year old brother. His brother shows him all kinds of puberty stuff. I take my ruler and take my measurement. Three and a half inches. It’s up a whole half inch since school let out. Still smaller than Bobby’s boner, but mine’s growing.

The door knob rattles and Robbie is yelling for me to let him in. I quickly pull my pajama bottoms back up and open the door. Robbie races for the toilet, pulls his pajama bottoms down and lets his pee flow. Looking at Robbie’s penis, I can see that mine has for sure grown. His is still skinny and tiny and he’s eleven years old. I’m bigger than all my brothers. I give them baths so I know what all of them look like. I used to take baths with my brothers, but I haven’t got in the tub with any of them since I turned thirteen last summer.

I go back to my bedroom and take out my notebook from under my mattress and write down my measurements. That done, it’s time to get dressed. After dropping my pajama bottoms to the floor, I pull out a clean pair of Fruit of the Loom white underpants. Bobby says he’s going to ask his mother to buy him boxers for next school year. I’ve been thinking about asking my mom too, but most of the guys at school are still wearing briefs, so I think I’ll wait until next summer, after my first year in high school to get boxers. Next, I pull on a pair of dark blue cotton shorts and a light blue cotton tee shirt. Last but not least, white cotton socks with red bands around the top and my converse black and white sneakers.

I walk back into the bathroom and look in the mirror to see how I look. Not bad I guess. I wish my dirty-blond hair was longer, but dad keeps all of us boy’s hair, buzzed. My eyes are dark green today. I have hazel eyes, so they change color with my mood. Dark means I’m happy and healthy. A nasty yellowish green means I’m sick. I just recently learned this. I always wondered how mom knew when I was faking being sick to get out of going to school. Now I know. My eyes gave me away every time.

While I’m trying to check myself out, the door flies open as both Johnnie and Dickie run into the bathroom to pee. They’re twins and do everything together. They’re both dressed, but to pee they still pull their shorts and underpants down to their ankles, so again I get to see more of my brother’s dicks this morning. Being twins, they’re both basically identical. Well other people tell me they are and they can’t tell them apart. Me on the other hand, I never have any trouble telling which is Johnnie and which is Dickie. Dickie’s real name is Richard but Grandma started calling him Dickie when he was born and nine years latter he still goes by that nick name. I leave the twins still peeing and go downstairs where mom is cooking breakfast. Since it’s my birthday she’s making my favorite breakfast of biscuits and gravy. There’s nothing better than homemade biscuits with hamburger gravy. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and supper, without ever getting tired of it.

After breakfast, us older boys go out back to play baseball. With only four of us, we only use one base and each side gets one of the twins. So Robbie takes Johnnie and I take Dickie. It actually is pretty even. Even though I’m older than Robbie, he’s more athletic than me. I never was good in sports, really. Mostly I pass P.E. by just being there and participating. If my grade depended on my abilities, I would fail it every time. My sister’s play on the front porch and my two little brothers play inside, so it gives us older boys the back yard to ourselves. It’s a really hot day, with the sun beating down, but being boys, growing up here in Virginia, we don’t even realize just how hot it actually is outside. My brothers are just a little cooler than me, because they don’t wear underpants under their shorts. I used to go commando like them because it’s a whole lot cooler, but since I started popping boners, I have to wear my briefs so my pecker doesn’t poke out the front of my shorts. It happened once and mom pointed it out to me. I wasn’t all the way boned up, I was only semi-boned so my pecker was sticking out perpendicular from my body, which meant it poked straight out at my shorts, causing them to come to a point in front of me. There was absolutely no doubt what made my shorts stick out like that. It embarrassed the heck out of me. Mom knows I get boners. Mom saw my shorts poking out and knew exactly why they are poking out. After that, I wear my briefs to hold my pecker close to my body, for when it decides to stand at attention and draw an audience.

At lunch time we all come inside for my birthday party. Chocolate cake with peanut butter icing and chocolate ice cream. My favorite of all birthday cakes is chocolate cake with peanut butter icing. My party consists of only family. All of our parties are family parties. My main gift is a U.S.S. Nautilus model. I so wanted this model. The Nautilus is our first nuclear submarine. Each of my brothers and sisters give me a little trinket from their own toys. It’s how we give to each other. None of us has much money of our own and never enough to go out and buy something new for each other. After the singing and the eating and the gift giving is the birthday spanking. The spanking is always given from one of us siblings. Every name is put into a bucket and the birthday child, in this case me, pulls out the name of the brother or sister that gets to do the spanking. The name I draw is Lisa, my twelve year old sister. She is all smiles. Mom hands her the paddle we use for birthday spankings. The paddle we use for birthday spankings, used to have a ball attached to it by a long rubber band, but one day Robbie was playing with it and mom told him to stop and he didn’t stop so she took it away from him. Unfortunately for Robbie, he didn’t give her the ball, but kept a hold of it and that rubber band stretched and stretched until the ball pulled loose from Robbie’s grip and went flying until it hit mom. Mom went ballistic and grabbed Robbie, pulled his shorts down leaving him naked from the waist down and she took her real paddle, the one that is eighteen inches long, four inches wide and a half inch thick and spanked Robbie something terrible, in front of all of us. He was dancing and running around in circles trying to get away from that paddle. He looked really funny. But it wasn’t funny to him. He was bawling something horrible and begging mom to stop whipping him. Mom ended up breaking that paddle over his butt. She uses a strap now, when she spanks us. Just to let you know, that strap hurts even worse than the paddle.

I start taking my clothes off. The other tradition is that the birthday kid is paddled wearing his birthday suit. That’s another reason we only have family at our birthday parties. There is no way I want my friends seeing me naked at my birthday party, especially the girls. It’s bad enough my sisters get to see me. When I have everything off except my underpants, mom stops me.

Mom: “That’s far enough Willie. You’re a teenager now. Teenagers keep their underwear on for their birthday spanking.”

What about last year? I turned thirteen and was a teenager and I still had to take everything off? I bet this has something to do with mom seeing me with a boner. Well not seeing the actual boner, but my shorts poking out from the boner. That has to be it. I don’t really care, because I get to keep my briefs on.

Lisa isn’t happy. She’s been waiting a whole year to see me naked again and now mom has stopped it. My brothers and other sister are disappointed too, because they also want to see me naked. Now I’m overjoyed mom stopped me from getting naked. I’ve become really shy for some reason about letting anyone see me naked. So getting to keep my underpants on, is a blessing. Now just to let you know. I don’t like people seeing me in my underwear either. It’s embarrassing.

Lisa: “Mom! No fair. I haven’t seen Willie naked since his last birthday.”

Robbie: “Neither have I. He’s gotten so shy, he won’t even take a bath with me anymore.”

Johnnie: “Ya. He won’t get in the tub with me and Dickie either.”

Mom: “Your brother is a teenager now. Teenagers need more privacy.”

Lisa: “So, for my next birthday I don’t have to get naked either?”

Mom: “That’s right Lisa. You’ll be a teenager too. My kids are all growing up too fast.”

Lisa: “I still get to spank him though! Right?”

Mom: “Oh! Most certainly. Willie still gets his Birthday Spanking!”

Now as they are talking, I’m standing in the kitchen in my white Fruit of the Looms and to be honest, I feel more embarrassed in my underpants than I do totally naked. I don’t understand it but I do. It’s like my family is seeing me like they shouldn’t see me, in my underwear. It feels naughty somehow. I can feel my face getting hot, so I know I’m blushing, just thinking about being in my undies like this.

Lisa sits on the chair, in the middle of the kitchen, and I go and lay across her lap.

Now talk about embarrassing. Lisa is my younger sister and now I’m laying across her lap like a five year old, with my dick pressing against her leg and my butt right in her face. This is not something a teenaged boy should have to do.

Now, Lisa is enjoying this. She has her older brother over her lap and is about to spank his butt. What is there not to like for her? She’s smiling from ear to ear. Then it starts happening. I can feel my penis growing. My dick is squeezed between my body and her leg and it’s growing.

Lisa: “Willie! Stop that!”

Willie: “I can’t help it. Just paddle me so this can be over with.”

I can’t believe I’m getting a boner on my sister’s lap. It has to be because I’m in my skimpy briefs. Sure enough, even before Lisa gets her first whack in, my dick is as hard as a nail and she knows it, which has me turning red in the face. Looking over at Mom and dad, I can see they know it too, by the smiles on their face. The only ones that are in the dark are my younger brothers and sister. Luckily, Lisa swings the paddle and smacks my bottom and I can feel the sting she has put into it. Again and again she paddles me. I expect my dick to go soft, once she starts paddling me, but it’s still hard. The more I ‘will’ it to go soft, the harder it seems to get. Lisa keeps smacking my butt and finally she gives me that extra hard one to grow on and my birthday paddling is over.

Lisa: “Get off me you pervert.”

Willie: “I can’t help it Lisa. Honest!”

I climb off her and grab my shorts turning my back to everyone. I plan to pull them on and cover the bulge in my underwear.

Dad: “Not yet Willie. Your party isn’t over yet. You know you have to stay as you are until the party is over, so everyone gets to see the results.”

I know. dad knows. I have a boner. There is no way he don’t know. Why is he making me stay in my underpants? Everyone is going to know, if I can’t put my shorts on to hide it. I just want to crawl into a hole and hide.

Before my birthday party can end we have to play games and sing silly songs and eat more cake and ice cream. So now I’m in my undies and everyone can see the bulge in the front of them.

Dickie: “Willie’s got a stiffie!”

Johnnie: “I want to see! He does! He really does have a stiffie! Look mom, Willie’s got a stiffie!”

Mom: “I know dear. Your brother is growing up. You’ll be seeing him with erections more now that he’s fourteen.”

Lisa: “Mom! They’re gross. Why do boys have to get those nasty things?”
Mom: “I’ll tell you all about them on your next birthday. We might even have Willie demonstrate one for you?”

Lisa: “Mom that’s gross! I don’t want to see Willie’s boner!”

Robbie: “I do! Can Willie show us his boner, mom?”

Mom: “That’s up to your brother. What brothers do between them is their business.”

Willie: “No way! There’s no way, I’m showing you anything Robbie!”

This conversation is the most embarrassing thing ever. My family is talking about my boner with me standing right here. Now, I know for sure, just wearing my briefs is worse than if I were naked. Well, maybe not. Then they would actually be seeing it, instead of just the bulge of it. But it’s still very embarrassing with them all staring at my undies and talking about my boner.

Eventually my bone goes down and the party ends. I thank everyone for the gifts they all gave me. I just want to grab my clothes and go to my room to put my new model together.

Dad: “Willie, get dressed. I want to take you someplace.”

Willie: “Where?”

Mom: “It’s a surprise, dear. It’s not every day our by turns fourteen, so we’re giving you something special to remember this birthday.”

Both mom and dad are grinning. I have no idea what’s up. Mom smiles, but rarely grins and dad definitely never grins. They’re up to something. I grab my shorts first thing and pull them on, hiding my underwear, finally. Then I finish dressing back into my tee shirt, socks and sneakers.

Dad: “You ready? Do you have your bus pass with you?”

Willie: “Ya. I keep it in my wallet.”

Dad tells me to go get in the car. We drive three miles up the road towards town. We arrive at an area that has a lot of small businesses. I know this area well. The city bus, I take to school, goes right past this part of town. I don’t use this bus stop to transfer from number 11 bus that goes to my neighborhood, to bus number 24 that goes to my Junior High School. I use the stop that comes earlier, so I can be sure to get a seat, before the number 24 fills up with other students going to school. Dad pulls into a parking lot. It’s the lot next to a bank, but I know all the businesses in this area use this lot, because parking is tough in the city.

Dad: “Willie. Do you know where you’re at?”

Willie: “Yes, sir. The buses I ride go right past here.”

Dad: “So you know you can catch the bus home at that bus stop right there?”

Willie: “Yes, sir.”

I’m getting really curious about all of this. Why are we here? Why did dad make sure I had my bus pass and just now ask if I knew how to get home? Is he planning on just leaving me here downtown by myself?

When we get out of the car, I notice other cars pulling into the parking lot. They drop a boy off and then drive away. The boys that are getting dropped off walk across the street and go into a plain looking building. These boys are all way younger than me. To my surprise, dad leads me across the street and we walk into that same building. We follow another boy who walks up to the counter, shows some kind of card and then disappears through a door off to the side.

Man behind counter: “Hello. May I help you?”

Dad: “Yes. I was in last week and purchased a membership for my son and signed him up for swimming lessons.”

Man behind counter: “What’s your name son?”

Willie: “William Arthur Cooper, sir.”

Man behind counter: “Ah! Here it is. Willie Cooper age thirteen.”

Willie: “I’m fourteen now. Today’s my birthday!”

Man behind the counter: “Ah! So it is. Happy Birthday, Willie.”

Two more boys approach the counter, the man stops to check them in and they quickly disappear behind the door.

Man behind the counter: “Welcome to the YMCA Willie. Are you planning on joining your swim class today?”

Willie: “I don’t think so, unless dad has another surprise for me, because I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”

Man behind counter: “That’s not a problem at all Willie. Swimsuits aren’t allowed at the YMCA. They clog the drains and boys really don’t need them anyway.”

It takes me just a millisecond to grasp what this man just said. Boys swim naked, here! Dad bought me a membership to learn to swim and I’ll have to do it naked!

Willie: “You don’t really mean naked do you?”

I’m thinking, please don’t mean naked!

Man behind counter: “Don’t worry yourself over it Willie. After the first few minutes you’ll forget you’re naked and have more fun than you can imagine.”

That’s what he thinks. Dad just spent ten dollars, I know because it’s written on the back of my membership card, for something I’ll never do in a million years. There’s no way in the world, I’m getting naked and swim with a lot of other naked boys.

Willie: “Thanks for the membership card. Dad, I’m ready to go now.”

Dad: “Isn’t there a swim class in just a few minutes. I’m sure I checked so we could be here in time for Willie to take his first class.”

Man behind counter: “Yes. That’s why all these boys are checking in. They’re in Willie’s class as well. He’ll be in the Minnow class. First time swimmers.”

Dad: “See Willie. You’re finally going to learn how to swim, by a professional.”

I can’t believe dad has brought me here without telling me anything and he expects me to have fun. How am I going to have fun, when I’m going to be naked? This is way worse than being in my underpants for my birthday spanking.

Dad: “How long for the class. I seem to remember an hour?”

Man behind counter: “Yes, sir. It’s an hour class, but Willie should stay for the two hour open swim right after it, so he can practice what he learns in his class. Most of the other boys do this.”

Dad: “That makes sense. So three hours for swimming and a half hour to take the bus home, maybe add another half hour, because you’ll need to shower and get dressed, and you might possibly miss one bus, before catching another one. So, son. We’ll see you home in about four hours. Have fun.”

Dad turns and walks out, even before I can say anything. I’m left standing in this strange building with this strange man, all alone.

Man behind counter: “Don’t worry Willie. You’re going to have lots of fun. Just go through that door over there. That’s the locker room. Take your clothes off, put them in a locker. Take the key out and give it to the man behind the counter next to the showers along with your membership card. After swimming get your key and card back from the man, and get dressed. It’s as easy as can be.”

I’m really only half listening. I’m not going to go swimming. I’ll go through that door and just hang out until time to go back home. No one will be the wiser. There is absolutely no way, I’m going to strip naked and swim with a bunch of kids I don’t know looking at my dick. Oh My God! I just thought of something. What if I get a boner. I’ll be naked and everyone will see it. That settles it, no way am I going to do this.

A boy steps up to the counter to check in. He shows the man his card.

Man behind counter: “Hi Peter. Can you help this boy out? He’s new and is going to be in your swimming class, so would you take him in and show him how to do everything. We wouldn’t want him getting into trouble on his first day, now would we?”

Peter: “Sure. Ya, we don’t want him getting paddled on his first day. I’ll show him around.”

Paddled? Did this boy just say paddled? These people paddle us boys? First they want me to get naked and now they want to paddle me. I really got to get out of here.

A hand takes hold of mine and pulls me along. Peter is holding my hand, like I’m a little boy or something. He’s what, nine years old? I really can’t believe this is happening to me. We walk through that metallic grey door, which opens up to rows and rows of lockers. I can see boys down the rows in various stages of undress. Two are completely naked and standing talking to three other boys who are still getting undressed. How can they do that? How can they stand naked and talk like nothing is happening? But then, I used to do that with my brothers. We would all be naked together and I didn’t think nothing of it. But I was little then. I’m not little anymore. These boys are all little. Oh! Heck! These boys are all little! Am I the only teenager here? Please no! That would be the most embarrassing thing, is if I’m the only teenager surrounded by all these little boys. Please! Please! Please! Let there be another teenager.

Peter takes me right down to the boys who are talking. Why couldn’t he have chosen a different aisle. Preferably one with no one in it and one that isn’t right in front of the door. Everyone coming in, looks right down this row and sees us. There are strange adult men coming through that door.

Willie: “Peter. Why are there men coming in here, if it’s boy’s swimming class time?”

Peter: “Oh! Don’t worry about them. There here to play basketball or some other games in the other part of the Y.”

But I am worried! I’m going to have to strip my clothes off and some guy is going to walk in and see my naked butt. That just ain’t right!

Peter: “Come on Willie. We need to get undressed. It’s almost time for our class and you don’t want to be late.”

David one of the boys who just finished getting naked speaks up.

David: “Oh no! You don’t want to be late on your first day. Coach Melvin swings a mean paddle.”

Now I was just going to tell them to go ahead and I would catch up with them. Of course, I was going to sneak out after they left. But not after what David just said.

Willie: “Paddle! We get paddled?”

Corey: “Of course. When we break a rule, we get paddled. You get paddled at home don’t you. It’s the same here.”

I strip off my clothes as fast as I can. I really don’t want to, but Peter isn’t giving me any choice, since he has been tasked to get me to my first lesson. He isn’t going to leave me behind and I for sure don’t want to get paddled. I’ve already been paddled today, thank you.

I no sooner drop my briefs to the floor, so I can step out of them, than I hear.

Peter: “Willie! Your wiener is huge!”

I turn fifty shades of red in a microsecond. Why did he have to say that? Now every boy is staring at my dick. Wait! Did he just say huge? My dick is small. I know it’s small because I’ve been measuring it every day hoping it will grow, but it’s still only two inches. But then I look around at every dick in my sight, which are a lot of them and they are all tiny. I mean short and skinny. Did my dick look like that when I was their age? I guess mine is huge compared to their’s. Maybe this ain’t so bad after all. I have the biggest dick. So they look up to me.

We give our keys and cards to the man behind the counter, who I notice stares right at my dick and smiles. Again, I turn red all over again. Why is it everyone has to stare at my dick? We shower, using soap.

Evan: “You got to use soap. Coach smells you as you go in and if you don’t smell like soap, he sends you back to shower and then gives you three whacks with the paddle.”

What is it with adults and their paddles? Do they have to paddle for everything? I make sure I use a lot of soap. Unfortunately, using a lot of soap, reminds my brain that I’m bathing, except I’m not in my tub at home, but here in a very public shower. My dick doesn’t care. It starts swelling.

Trevor: “Look! Willie’s getting a stiffie.”

Again ever eye turns to me, and where I might have been able to stop it from going full boner, now that everyone is staring at it as it grows, there is no way to stop it.

Peter: “Wow! Your stiffie is even bigger.”

I don’t take this as a compliment like I did by the size of my dick. Now it’s just humiliating. I’m the only boy in the showers with a boner and everyone knows it. Then the door at the end of the showers opens and a man in red shorts, with a YMCA logo on them, is standing there looking at us, and I’m sure staring at my boner.

Coach: “Okay, everyone in and sit around the edge of the pool. You know the rules, no one is to get in the pool.”

As I pass the coach, he smiles at me.

Coach: “You’re new!”

Willie: “Yes. Sir! I’m Willie.”

Coach: “Well, it looks like you take honors for being the oldest boy in class from Peter.”

Willie: “Today’s my birthday. I’m fourteen.”

Coach: “Yep you have Peter by four years.”

I was off on Peter’s age, before. He’s not nine, but ten. He still looks nine to me though.

The coach looks down at my boner.

Coach: “Don’t worry about that Willie. It’ll go away as soon as you get in the pool.”

Willie: “Thanks.” I reply weakly.

When I walk through the dopor to the pool, I quickly notice women and girls sitting on benches off to my right. What are women doing here. This is the YMCA not the YWCA! I can hear comments that the women are saying to each other, about my stiffie. This day can’t get any more embarrassing. Not only do I have to be naked. I have a boner and women are staring at me.

I go and sit beside Peter at the shallow end of the pool.

Willie: “Why are all those people here?”

Peter: “Moms! They have little boys here and will watch them. They leave right after class though.”

Willie: “But their women and there are girls there too.”

Peter: “Where? No! They aren’t women. They’re moms. Moms don’t count as women. Your mom sees you naked right! Mom’s don’t count. The girls are sisters, and sisters don’t count either. So no problem with them being here. They have to leave before open swim though, because older boys and men come in to swim for open swim, and they can’t see them. That would be wrong.”

For Peter this all makes sense, but for me. I’m fourteen. I’m getting hit hard with puberty and these are women and not moms seeing me and my boner.

Peter: “When will mine get as big as yours?”

I don’t have to ask what he’s talking about. It’s obvious by the way he’s looking at my boner.

Willie: “You’re what? Ten years old. Another three years, if you’re lucky. Longer if you’re not.”

Peter: “That long. That’s like forever.”

Coach: “Okay boys. Everyone in the pool.”

We all slide into the pool.

Coach: “Everyone but Willie, do leg kicks. Willie, I want you to take a deep breath and go underwater and stay under for as long as you can.”

All the boys grab hold of the gutter running around the pool and start kicking their legs. I take three deep breathes before going underwater. I sit on the bottom of the pool and watch the boys kicking their legs. I look at my dick and it’s soft again. Coach was right. Getting in the pool made my dick shrink. I have always been able to hold my breath for a long time. When you can’t swim, you had better be able to. After two minutes I spring back to the surface to catch my breath.

Coach: “Very good. Now I want to see how much you can swim. Push off from this side and swim as far as you can to the other side.”

I again take three deep breathes and duck underwater. I push off with my feet and then kick my legs with my arms straight out in front of me swimming underwater, all the way to the other side.

Coach: “That’s impressive Willie, but that isn’t what I asked you to do. I want you to swim on top of the water, so I can see how much you know.”

The thing is, I can’t swim on top of the water. That’s why I’m here. Dad has been trying to teach me to swim for years and I just can’t get it. Of course it doesn’t help, that he tries to teach me in the ocean, with the waves and the dirty water and all. I’m scared to death to even try when he’s teaching me. I always end up with a mouth and stomach full of that nasty water.

Willie: “But I can’t swim on top of the water. I just can’t.”

Coach: “That’s okay if you can’t. I just need to see you try, so I can evaluate what to teach you.”

Coach has the other boys stop kicking, so now they are all standing by the edge of the pool watching me.

Now this is going to be very embarrassing. I’m fourteen and can’t swim. Not even a stroke. I bet ever boy in here right now can swim better than me.

Willie: “Okay. If you say so.”

I push off from the wall and I’m okay as long as I’m gliding across the top of the water, but as soon as I kick my legs and thrash my arms, I sink. I come up sputtering water and coughing.

I can hear the other boys giggling. You know, not that real laugh, but that high pitched giggle that little boys make. Again, embarrassing.

Coach: “Boys. Practice swimming across the pool in pairs. One to hold up the one practicing and then switch off when you get to the other side.”

I watch as the boys pair up and one boy walks beside the boy swimming. The boy holding up the swimmer has one hand under him, right close to where his dick would be, so he don’t sink.

Coach: “Willie. You did good. That tells me a lot. You can kick your legs very well. You have that half of swimming down. But you’re having problem with stroking and breathing. Here, let me jump in and show you a way to practice that skill.”

Before I know what’s happening, coach pulls his shorts off and jumps into the pool naked. I can’t believe a grown man is getting in the pool naked with us boys. He surfaces right next to me. I can see his hairy dick and balls underwater. This is so strange.

Coach: “Okay Willie, I’m going to hold you up and I want you to slowly, stroke your arms one at a time.”

Coach lifts me right up and stretches me out over the water, with one hand under my chest and one hand...! Holy Crap! Coach is holding my dick. This can’t be happening. A man is holding my dick. I freak out. I freeze in place. I can’t move. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever. Coach is holding my dick.

Coach: “Willie. Relax. You’re way too tense. Don’t worry. I’ve got you and you’re not going to drown. So reach out with your left arm and then pull it back to you, and then your right arm.”

Relax? How am I going to relax. He’s holding my dick. Maybe coach doesn’t know he’s holding my dick? He’s so casual and matter of fact. He thinks I’m tense because I’m afraid of drowning. That’s it. He doesn’t realize he even has my dick in his hand. It’s still embarrassing as heck though. I try to do what he tells me to do. But all I can think of, is his hand touching me.

Coach: “Good Willie. Again. We’ll have you swimming in no time. Now this time when you reach with your right arm turn your head so you can take a breath and then turn it back down again.”

I do what coach tells me and it sort of works. I come up sputtering, because water got in my mouth. The real problem when I make these strokes is that my dick shifts in Coach’s hand and now I can feel it swelling. No! No! Don’t do it now! Please. Don’t do it now! But my pleas go unanswered and I get a full boner, in coaches hand.

Coach: “No Willie. Don’t stop. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”

There’s no way he doesn’t know I have a boner in his hand. But he just tells me to keep going. How can he be so casual about my boner. I’m embarrassed beyond belief. I can’t hardly think of anything else. Coach is holding my boner and I’m freaking out. But somehow I keep stroking my arms and trying to breath properly.

Coach: “Okay Willie stand back up. I can see what your problem is.”

OMG! Coach is going to tell everyone about my boner. My little problem. How humiliating is this. Why did dad get me this membership? I’m going to die of embarrassment right here and now.

Coach: “It’s not that you don’t know how to stroke. You my boy have a different little problem, but I’m sure we can fix it.”

Oh! MY! How does he know I masturbate? He just told all the little kids listening in that I jerk off. The moms and sisters. Oph No! They heard all of this. Coach is going to tell them my biggest secret! My insides are screaming. My mind is telling me to run. Run as fast as I can. Get the heck out of here!

Coach: “Willie, your problem is breathing.”

What? What did he say? Breathing? Not boner? Not Masturbating? But Breathing? What the hey?

Coach: “Yep. Once we get you to breathing properly, you’ll be swimming with the best of them.”

Breathing. Coach is concerned about my breathing. Not poking his hand with my boner. I don’t understand. Something’s not right.

Coach: “Class. Everyone by that edge of the pool.”

Before I move over to the edge of the pool with the other boys, coach whispers in my ear.

Coach: “Willie. I know it’s embarrassing getting erections, but don’t worry about it. All boys, and especially boys your age get them. I’m used to helping boys to learn to swim, when they have an erection. So relax and have fun and try not to think about what your penis is doing. Just let it do what it wants. Concentrate on learning to swim instead. Now go join the other boys.”

I can’t believe coach is talking to me about my boner. But in truth. I’m glad he did. At least I know he knows and is okay with me getting them.

Coach has us do, many different drills, each helping us learn a different aspect of swimming. When our hour is up, he has us sit on the edge of the pool, while he goes to open the door to the showers. The little boys, not staying for open swim, go to their moms and sisters, disappearing through a door down at the end of the room, that I didn’t notice before. When all the females are gone, coach lets those waiting for open swim to enter.

Suddenly boys and men of all ages flood into the room and go sit on the edge of the pool. Most of them sit down at the deep end of the pool. Only a few younger boys sit at this end. I notice many of the new arrivals are staring at me, sitting amongst the little boys.

Peter: “Willie. Did you get a stiffie, when coach was helping you?”

I of course blush. Having blond hair, even if it is a dirty blond, and fair skin, only enhances my red face. It’s my Irish heritage. I blush very easily, with no way to hide it.

Peter: “Yep! You got a stiffie, for sure. Don’t worry about it. We all get them, when coach is holding us up like that.”

Willie: “He does that with everyone?”

Peter: “Sure! How else is he going to show us how to stroke our arms and breath properly?”

Willie: “Oh! I never thought about that. I just thought he did it with me.”

Peter: “You’re funny Willie. You staying for open swim?”

Willie: “Ya. They said I should so I can practice what I learned.”

Peter: “I can practice with you. You hold me up and I’ll hold you up.”

I really don’t want Peter holding my boner, but then, he’s offering me the opportunity to hold his boner.

Willie: “Okay. I guess so.”

Coach: “Okay. Anyone else not staying for open swim can leave and the rest of you, get in the pool and have fun. Just remember to follow the rules.”

Only two boys from my swim class get up to leave, everyone else stays to play in the pool. Peter and I practice holding each other up for awhile, and sure enough I get to feel his woody and he feels mine. The pool is very full today. I look around while I’m holding Peter up and see boys my age with big hairy dicks and I also see boys that might be my age still bald and small. I see a fifteen year old boy that lives in my neighborhood sitting down at the deep end. I don’t know his name because he’s a class above me and next term he’ll be in High School and I’ll still be in Junior High. But I did see him around the school last term. Of course I never saw him like I’m seeing him now. His dick is at least five inches and it’s totally soft and maybe even shriveled up a bit due to the water, and he has a very thick full bush of pubes. I just hope I look like him on my next birthday.

When it’s my turn to do the stroking, Peter holds me and I can feel him playing with my dick while he’s holding me up. There’s a difference in how it feels from just holding me up so I don’t sink and having fingers squeezing and playing with my dick. Of course I bone up almost immediately. I know coach said to relax and just concentrate on practicing swimming, but that is difficult when someone’s playing with your dick. I mean it isn’t like I’m mad or that I don’t like it, but it’s so embarrassing. Knowing someone is playing with my boner in front of all these people is embarrassing. What if someone sees us? I mean what if coach or the lifeguard calls us out of the pool for playing with our dicks? I would die right here. What if all these people knew I liked having my dick played with? Yep. I would die of embarrassment!

Just as I stand back up someone splashes right beside Peter and me, and when he surfaces it’s that boy from school. I immediately hear a whistle. It blows loud and sharp. I look to where the sound is coming from and it’s the lifeguard and he is pointing right at us. I get a sinking feeling deep in my gut. He must have seen what Peter was doing. My worst nightmare is happening. I can feel my face go crimson.

Peter: “Don’t worry, Willie! That’s not for us. It’s for this asshole here that splashed us while we were practicing.”

I look at the boy and sure enough he has a very worried look on his face. I look back at the lifeguard who is motioning for him to get out of the pool and come to the lifeguard stand.

Trevor: “My name’s Trevor and I’ll be back in a little bit. I want to talk to you.”

Then he’s off. He swims effortlessly to the opposite side of the pool, climbs out and talks with the lifeguard. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but the entire pool has come to a halt, with no one swimming or talking, only staring at the boy with the lifeguard. Then to my surprise and utter disbelief, Trevor bends over and grabs his ankles, as the lifeguard climbs down from his stand. The lifeguard reaches for a paddle that I hadn’t noticed hanging from the rungs of his stand. It’s about twenty inches long and five inches wide and just under a half inch thick. It’s solid wood and looks terrifying. The lifeguard draws back and smacks Trevor’s ass with a resounding crack that echos through the pool area. That is followed by two more loud and hard whacks. Trevor then stands back up and I’m sure I can see a tear in his eyes, although it could just be water from the pool. Trevor jumps back into the pool and swims back over to us.

Trevor: “That was intense, but worth it.”

Peter: “Intense. If that had been me, I would be crying my eyes out right now.”
Trevor: “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to take more as you grow up.”

Willie: “I don’t know? That sure sounded wicked.”

Trevor: “I’m pretty sure, I know you. You live in that big house with green awnings on the corner of Chester and Field streets, right?”

Willie: “Ya. I’m Willie. We went to the same school last year, but I guess you’re going to high school next term, right!”

Trevor: “Ya. I passed ninth grade. You’ll be in ninth grade next term, right.”

Willie: “Ya.”

Trevor: “I haven’t seen you here before?”

Willie: “This is my first day. My parents bought me a membership for my birthday.”

Both Peter and Trevor look at me weird.

Peter: “So this is your birthday?”

Willie: “Yep. And look at me, I’m in a pool, naked, with other naked people. How weird is that?”

Trevor: “So are you taking the bus back and forth or are your parents bringing you?”

Willie: “Bus.”

Trevor: “Cool. Maybe we can ride together?”

Willie: “Okay with me. But I have to be here an hour before open swim, to take swimming lessons.”

Trevor: “Ya, I figured that, since you were sitting down here with the peep squeaks, when I came in.”

Willie: “You noticed me?”

Trevor: “Kinda hard to miss. The only teenager sitting with a bunch of little boys.”

Willie: “Oh right.”

I can feel my face warming up, which only means it’s turning red yet again.

Willie: “But that still means if you ride here with me, then you have a whole hour to just sit and wait.”

Trevor: “Nah! I’ll go to the game or rec room or maybe shoot baskets if the courts aren’t full.”

Willie: “The Y has all of that?”

Trevor: “Sure. Didn’t they show you around when you joined?”

Willie: “Heck no! I didn’t even now I was coming here until dad brought me, and then as soon as they gave me my card, I had to come in here for class.”

Trevor: “Well, what are we waiting for then. I’ll give you the grand tour. Come on.”

Trevor doesn’t even wait for me to answer. He just takes off for the other side of the pool. Peter and I follow along like good little puppies. Trevor climbs out of the pool and gives Peter and me a hand to help us out and we leave the pool, through the showers. We grab a towel to dry off and throw it into a bin once we’re dry. But instead of going over to get our keys, so we can get dressed, Trevor leads us in the other direction.

Willie: “Where we going? I need my key so I can get dressed.”

Trevor: “No need for that. After the tour we can go back swimming until time to leave.”

Willie: “You mean you’re going to walk around naked!”

Trevor: “Sure. This is the Y. It’s all guys here and most everyone has seen each other naked before anyway, so no need to get dressed. Come on, follow me, it’ll be fine.”

Okay. Maybe it’s okay for a tall, well toned teenager with a big dick and a full bush surrounding it to say, no problem, and then walk around totally naked, but for a boy like me, that is way underdeveloped and small for his age, this is a huge undertaking. Just then an old naked man walks by and goes through a door to our left. I quickly cover my dick so he can’t see it.

Trevor: “That’s the sauna room. They have a sauna, hot tub, steam room and massage tables in there, but we’re not allowed in their without a parent with us.”

I’m still covering my dick as Trevor explains the room the old man went into.

Trevor: “Willie. You might not want to do that.”

Willie: “Do what?”

Trevor: “Cover your dick like that. It just makes people stare at you when you do that. Otherwise they pretty much take a glance and then go on with whatever they’re doing.”

Willie: “Well. Aren’t you embarrassed walking around naked. I mean this is all new to me.”

Trevor: “Oh! Sorry! I forgot what it was like to be ashamed of being naked. It happens to all us boys when we start the change. No one has a good explanation for it, but as soon as your dick starts changing, you get really modest, shy and get embarrassed every time anyone even talks about being naked. You’re getting all those random boners too aren’t you?”

Why did he have to mention boners? My face goes red and my dick starts swelling.

Willie: “Yes. They pop up all the time.”

Peter: “Will that happen to me when I become a teenager, too?”

Trevor: “Yep. Right now you love running around naked, but then one morning you’ll get up and will be scared people will walk in and see you naked in the shower. It just happens.”

Willie: “You don’t seem to be worried about being naked?”

Trevor: “I’m past all that. I’m fifteen and I’m used to the changes my body is making. You’re still new to it. Heck, look. You’re boning up just talking about it!”

Willie: “No I ain’t!”

Peter: “Yes. You are dude. Look.”

Sure enough my dick is swelling up again. Right here, it goes from a nice soft dick to a full stand up boner.

Trevor: “Okay, lets go to the gym and game room.”

Willie: “I can go out there with this!”

Trevor: “You’ll be fine. Just don’t draw attention to it, and no one will do any more than take a glance at it.”

Willie: “What the heck! Not draw attention to it! Look it’s drawing attention all by itself!”

Trevor: “I mean don’t try to cover it up or hide it or walk behind one of us, so people can’t see you or it. That’s when people will stop and look to see what you’re hiding. All of us get boners. No one is surprised or put off by a boy with a boner. What gets them interested is when a boy tries to hide it.”

It takes all my courage to remove my hands from in front of my boned up dick.

Trevor: “Besides Willie. It’s cute and everyone should get a chance to see a cute dick.”

Peter laughs out loud. I turn red yet again. Trevor steps through the doors to the gym and now we’re around lots of guys. There are guys playing basketball. There are guys running around the indoor track. There are guys just sitting waiting a turn to play basketball. I’m concentrating hard not to cover my dick, but it’s swaying back and forth like some clock or something, as I walk. As we walk by, guys do look over at us. I can feel their eyes look at my boner, but then like Trevor said they go back to whatever they were doing.

My problem is that I’m so embarrassed by being naked and walking around with a boner, that there’s no way my hard dick is ever going to relax. It’s all I can think of and I look at everyone to see if they are laughing at me. To my surprise no one is laughing. Many have smiles and lots have wicked grins, but no one laughs. Trevor shows me all the different games available to play. There’s ping pong, fusball, billiards, pinball machines, tables set up for chess, checkers, backgammon, even Chinese checkers. There are card tables, and board games everywhere. We go to the basement and they have racquetball courts, handball courts, and squash courts. There’s plenty for everyone to do.

Willie: “I guess you won’t be bored waiting for open swim, will you?”

Trevor: “Nope.”

We head back to the pool to just swim and have fun. When open swim ends, we all go to the showers to soap up and get rid of the chlorine and then collect our keys and cards, so we can get dressed. I say good-bye to all my new friends, especially Peter. It feels so good to be back in clothes. I feel safe again. I just feel so vulnerable when I’m naked. I don’t understand anyone that enjoys being naked all the time. I just don’t understand how they deal with the embarrassment. It consumes me when people are staring at me, especially when I’m in my undies or naked. After doing both today, I think being in undies, when everyone else is dressed is more humiliating than being naked when everyone else is naked. There is just something naughty about being in your underpants.

Trevor and I take the bus home. He gets off at my stop, so I can introduce him to my parents and tell them, he’ll be coming by on swim days to ride the bus with me. I think mom actually likes the idea, that I’m not riding the bus alone. I know she’s happy that I made new friends. Both of them want to know how my day went being naked at the Y and I explain to them it is the most embarrassing thing ever, but I’m so happy they got me the membership even if I have to be naked to use it.

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