Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y

Marlborough Junior High and Swimming at The Y Part 4

Little English Boy

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Part Four

It was a Saturday in early October. My friend and I were being driven by her mum when we were involved in a car accident. I got a bit bashed about and ended up with a broken arm. My mum was glad it was not more serious but was worried about me losing credits as I would not be able to participate in school sport. On Monday morning she took me in to see the principal, who suggested making me a temporary swim assistant to help Miss Roberts. For some reason he said I had to give him my word that I would not mention anything to the other girls, which of course I did.

When I entered my home room for the first lesson of the week, Miss Roberts had already started. I apologised for my lateness and explained what happened. She smiled and told me she had already agreed the course of action. I went to sit down but with one arm in plaster and my bag over the other shoulder it was not as easy as I was expecting. That was when Jim Powell came to my aid. I thought he was cute and found his English accent so refined, but he was always shy around me. He got up and politely took my bag as he pulled out the chair. I gave him my best smile.

“Thanks for helping Jim. You English are always so polite.”

His eyes were avoiding me as he mumbled his reply.

“Err… You’re welcome… err… Jane.”

Over lunch, I saw Jim in the canteen with his friend Richard and gave him a smile.

“It is rather awkward having your arm in plaster, so thanks for your help earlier. See you later Jim.”

He looked nervous and all I got was his brief smile as the boys left for the pool. Miss Roberts came over.

“Sorry about your accident Miss Walton, but I am glad you are able to help me now as our Junior swim assistant went into hospital on Friday and will be recovering for two months. Let’s get off to the Y and I can explain your duties.”

“OK miss, but I’m going to be a bit handicapped with my arm in this sling.”

“Many of the things a swim assistant does only needs one hand, and I will get one of the boys to help you if need be.”

As we walked into the changing rooms, Miss Roberts gave me a smile.

“Do you have any brothers Miss Walton?”

“No miss, just my younger sister Naomi.”

“In that case Miss Walton, perhaps there is something I should explain about rules at the Y as they apply to boys.”

“What’s that miss?”

“The pool filters can easily get clogged with fibres from swimming attire, so to minimise that problem the rules here do not allow boys to wear trunks in the pool.”

“What do they wear then miss?”

“Here at the Y all boys swim in their birthday suits.”

What! She had to be joking, so I sought clarification.

“Err… Surely you don’t mean all my boy classmates will be… err… naked, do you miss?”

“Indeed I do Miss Walton. Boys have no need for modesty and they are all used to being naked in front of us girls.”

I could not help it as my face broke into a huge grin. She gave me a fierce glare.

“Wipe that grin off your face Miss Walton. I expect the utmost maturity from you whilst here at the Y with our boys.”

I realised my mistake. Quickly recovering my composure, I apologised.

“I’m very sorry miss.”

“The principal will already have told you not to mention this to the other girls. I want a personal promise from you that you will not divulge to them anything about what you see here today and the next 8 weeks. I appreciate you have no brothers, so this will all be totally new to you. I will explain about boys as we go along, but I do not want any of them embarrassed by having their attributes discussed amongst the girls. Do I have your word on that Miss Walton?”

“I would not want to embarrass the boys miss, so you have my most solemn word miss. Cross my heart miss.”

She gave me a nod, then looked me up and down.

“Obviously you will not be swimming Miss Walton, but you had better wear something more in keeping than just your school clothes. I have a spare white gym skirt and these white gym shoes will fit you. Let me help you.”

She unzipped my grey pleated skirt and slipped on the white skirt, then got me to sit down while she helped me into those shoes. They were a perfect fit and now I looked all ready for sport. She gave me a smile.

“That’s better Miss Walton. Assistants do need to sign the attendance register each time, which you will find in the desk drawer. Once you have done that, join me outside and I will introduce you to Prior, our other assistant. He is in year 12 at the high school and will, of course, be complying with the rules for boys. Your classmates are not expected for another five minutes. Now Miss Walton, whatever you see, utmost maturity will be your watchword. Agreed?”

“Yes miss.”

I found the register and signed in, then took a deep breath and opened the door to join Miss Roberts by the pool. As I stepped out, she was talking with Jim Powell and Richard Jackson as an older high school boy stood alongside. Oh my God, they really are all naked! So that is what boys’ privates look like, but why are they all different? Jim’s was the smallest at 2 inches long. Richard had a longer and fatter thing some 3 inches long which had sparse black hair above it, but Prior’s thing was huge. It hung down 5 inches and was over 1½ inches wide with a forest of thick black hair. He had a big bag dangling loosely below which I saw contained two large bean shaped things. Richard had a smaller bag hanging down a bit, but Jim had a tiny bag snug up to his thing and had no hair at all. Jim’s looked different to Richard and Prior’s, as there was no purple head on the end but his thing came to a point of skin. As I studied the first naked boys I’d ever seen, my heart was thumping and I kept saying to myself ‘Utmost maturity Jane’. Miss Roberts gave me a smile then spoke to these naked boys as if this was the most natural encounter ever.

“This is our substitute swim assistant who will be with us for the next eight weeks.”

She smiled at me.

“This is Prior, our senior swim assistant. You know Powell and Jackson of course. They were obviously keen to get started this afternoon and got themselves all ready for swimming nice and early.”

Prior just gave me a nod, which I returned, then I smiled at my naked classmates.

“Hi Jim, it’s good to see you. Hi Richard.”

Miss Roberts had said boys are all used to being naked in front of girls, and she must be right. Jim and Richard just stood there, hands behind their backs. with their boy parts fully on display as they mumbled ‘Hi Jane’. I know I would have died on the spot to be naked in front of boys. She gave me my first task.

“Miss Walton, we will need that stand brought over here.”

She turned to Jim.

“Powell, go and help Miss Walton.”

“Err… Yes miss.”

As we walked away I found it quite easy to chat with a naked boy as I explained things to Jim.

“I had no idea you boys swam naked when I accepted the principal’s offer to be a temporary swim assistant. My mum was only concerned that I made up the credits. The principal said I was to tell no one about this. You’re the first boys I’ve ever seen naked Jim, and Miss Roberts made me promise that I will say nothing to the other girls. I don’t want you boy classmates to be embarrassed, but we are where we are Jim, and you will all just have to grin and bear it.”

I realised what I had just said and could not stop my giggles. Fortunately Miss Roberts was out of earshot.

“I’m really sorry Jim, no pun was intended.”

He just shrugged, so I got on with my task.

“I guess we’d better get this stand shifted Jim. You grab that handle and I’ll use my good arm on this one.”

He gave me a shy smile and nodded.

“Err… OK Jane.”

As he bent to pick up the handle I noticed his thing wobbled. That did look funny, but utmost maturity Miss Roberts had said so I knew I had to ignore all such things that I would now see every Monday afternoon for the rest of term. I saw the rest of the boys come out and heard Miss Roberts give a sharp blow on her whistle.

“Line up over here at attention boys with legs apart and hands behind your backs. Lopez was taken to hospital last week, so Miss Walton will be the junior swim assistant for the next eight weeks. I expect you all to behave and not play her up. Like all assistants at the Y she can spank boys who are naughty, so you’d better watch out.”

The boys looked horrified as Miss Roberts pointed to a well-worn slipper hanging on a hook then turned to me.

“Don’t hesitate to use that slipper on the bare bottom of any boy who doesn’t do as they’re told Miss Walton.”

Wow! She was confirming to my boy classmates that I could spank them. She spoke to Jim, who was alongside me.

“Powell, get in line at attention like the others.”

“Yes miss.”

Looking along the line, my classmates were all the same age, so why was there such variety? They ranged from the three who had no hair and a small thing, just like Jim, up to Bob Sanders whose thing was as big as Prior’s. I thought I heard someone speak, but my mind was totally focussed on these naked boys. A raised voice finally got my attention.

“MISS WALTON! Are you listening?”

“Err… Sorry miss. Err… Did you say something miss?”

Miss Roberts gave me a tut before repeating what she had said to me.

“I did Miss Walton. I was saying that the boys need a hygiene inspection to see they are all clean before getting in the pool. It is the junior assistant’s job to help. You can do everything that I need with your good hand Miss Walton.”

I wasn’t sure what she needed.

“Err… What do I do miss?”

“We need to check all the boys are clean. We shall start with Powell.”

I was astonished when she got hold of Jim’s thing and held it towards me.

“You will notice Powell’s penis looks different to the other boys. In the US, boys are circumcised by having the foreskin cut off the end of their penis when they are born, which makes it easier to keep clean. That isn’t usually done in England so Powell’s penis still has this point of skin covering the end. We particularly need to check all the boys’ genitals and bottoms and, in Powell’s case, you need to slide his foreskin right back to see everything is clean, as urine can collect under there when an uncircumcised boy goes to the toilet. Let me show you Miss Walton.”

I got a very funny feeling between my legs as she told me I would be handling the boy parts of all my classmates. Penises she called them. Miss Roberts held Jim’s penis and pushed that skin back. I was unable to stop my giggle as a little pink head popped out. Miss Roberts gave me a glare as she whispered, ‘Utmost maturity Miss Walton’. I gave a very quiet ‘Sorry miss’. She squeezed that little pink head and a slit opened up at the end.

“This slit at the end of the penis is where a boy’s urine come out. You can take over now Miss Walton.”

I was a bit reticent about touching Jim’s most private part.

“It’s the junior assistant’s job to help with the boys’ hygiene checks. Go on Miss Walton, Powell’s penis won’t bite.”

I saw Jim look really nervous as I reached across and lifted it up to feel a boy’s thing for the first time. I slid Jim’s foreskin right back, this time supressing my giggle as the little head popped out again, then I opened up his slit.

“Right Miss Walton, just move it about so I can check it is clean all over.”

Jim’s penis was so warm as I held it and felt soft too as I gave it a gentle squeeze. After another squeeze it seemed to firm up, and was it getting bigger? I quickly let go as it grew to about 3 inches long and stuck up in the air.

“What’s happened Miss?”

“A penis often becomes erect when handled, which is all quite normal Miss Walton. You don’t need to worry, as it soon goes back down. I hadn’t finished checking Powell yet, so move his penis about so I can see all round.”

I was surprised to find Jim’s penis was now hard, but at the same time felt so soft. Weird! I slid Jim’s skin right back, then gave it a gentle squeeze. Moving it around for Miss Roberts, I could feel it pulsing like a heart beating. She then asked me to lift up his scrotum and testicles so she could check for rashes. At my puzzled look she prompted me.

“The snug little bag under Powell’s penis is the scrotum, with his two small testicles inside Miss Walton.”

Oh, so that is what they are called. I lifted them up so Miss Roberts could see. I took the opportunity to gently explore and felt two petite bean shaped things inside which must be his testicles. Miss Roberts addressed Jim.

“That is nice and clean Powell, with no rashes. Turn round and bend over so we can check your bottom’s fine too.”

Jim did as he was told, then she spoke to me.

“Separate the cheeks for me so I can see his anus is clean. Boys sometimes forget to wipe their bottoms Miss Walton.”

With only one hand, that was not so easy. She saw me struggling and spoke to Jim.

“Powell, use your hand to help Miss Walton.”

He pulled the other cheek and I was looking straight at his puckered little hole. Miss Roberts was satisfied.

“OK Powell, you’re all clean so you can get up now.”

He blushed red and avoided my eyes as I smiled at him. Miss Roberts saw me checking out my other classmates.

“You will note how each boy is different Miss Walton. Puberty is when their genitals mature from those of little boys into those of young men. Boys are older than girls when it starts, usually between 12 and 14 but it can be later, so your classmates are all at differing stages of puberty.”

That explained why I was seeing such variety in the boys. Jim and the other three with small genitals and no hair are simply boys who haven’t started puberty yet. She looked at me then nodded her head towards Frank Collins, the class clown, whose 4 inch penis was dangling down with a triangle of thick black hair above and a large scrotum below.

“Not that having fully grown genitals is any indication of actual maturity, Miss Walton.”

She gave Frank a withering look.

“Is it Collins?”

He just grinned, then Miss Roberts smiled at Jim and turned to me.

“You will find with some boys that vice versa also applies Miss Walton.”

I gave Jim a smile too. His blush intensified as he went scarlet and his erect little boy penis bobbed even quicker.

“OK Miss Walton, we’ll check Jackson now.”

Richard’s face went red as he saw me look down. His penis was erect, but I hadn’t even touched it yet. How come? It was longer and fatter than Jim’s and was pulsing up and down.

“Nothing to slide back with the rest of our boys Miss Walton, but just move their penis around so I can check, then lift up the scrotum and testicles. With the boys who have hair you will need to part it in a few places so I can check that it is not hiding any rashes. Jackson, when I tell you to turn round and bend over, hold one cheek to help Miss Walton.”

He mumbled ‘Yes miss’. Richard’s penis felt as warm as Jim’s, as well as being both hard and soft. It was pulsing quickly too. I held up his scrotum and felt his larger testicles. As I parted his hair, I found it was quite coarse and curly, just like my hair was down there. When he was told to turn round he held one cheek as I held the other.

“All clean Jackson, so up you get. I think we can speed things up a bit now Miss Walton, as you have had some practice. Boys, when I say turn round, you know what to do to help Miss Walton.”

I got to feel each boy’s penis, scrotum and testicles and saw their rear hole. As they had to give up their every secret to a girl classmate the boys were silent, all except Bob. He said, ‘Hi Jane’ and gave me a smile as I held his soft 5 inch monster. I didn’t get to check Prior, obviously, but when I looked over, his was sticking up in the air and must have been 7 inches long. Why do boys sometimes make their penises go stiff? Miss Roberts confirmed all were checked.

“You’re all clean boys, so in the water and we’ll get started. Sit down Miss Walton, as you’re not needed for a while.”

As I sat and watched my naked boy classmates have their lesson, I couldn’t believe how my luck had changed. That awful accident was now turning out so well for me. Watching the boys getting in and out of the water I noticed their penises were getting smaller. At one stage, Jim’s was just a button of pointed skin, and even Bob’s had shrunk to less than 3 inches. Why are boys continually changing their penises? Miss Roberts had the boys practice diving off the top board and I was watching Jim. He was about to dive when he saw me looking up. I gave him my best smile, but it must have put him off as he stumbled and did a loud belly flop hard on the water. Miss Roberts dived in and got him to the side where Prior and Richard hauled him out. I could see from his face that he was in a lot of pain and he was clutching between his legs. Miss Roberts was as concerned as I was.

“Are you hurt Powell? Take your hands away and let me examine you.”

She moved his hands then checked along his penis. He winced as she moved down to feel his scrotum.

“Landing badly may have bruised your testicles. I will get a nurse to check you out. What happened Powell?”

He looked at me and I thought he was going to blame me for putting him off.

“Err… It was all my own fault… err… miss. Err… I must have stumbled miss.”

“Miss Walton, please take Powell to the boys’ changing room and look after him while you wait for the nurse.”

“Yes miss.”

I put my good arm round his waist as I helped him to the boys’ changing room. This was the first time that I’d ever gone in there and I was hit by a not very nice sweaty smell, strongly tinged with chlorine,. As I looked round this unfamiliar room, it was different to our changing room, with a bank of open showers rather than individual showers, and there was a white ceramic tiled area alongside. I asked Jim what that was for and he blushed.

“Err… It’s a urinal… err… Jane. Err… that’s where we boys… err… have… err… a pee… err… Jane.”

I remembered Miss Roberts said boys’ penises have a slit on the end where their urine comes out and I realised boys must be able to pee standing up when they use that urinal. As I sat Jim down, I noticed he was now looking quite ill.

“Are you all right Jim?”

“Err… I think I’m going to be sick… err… Jane.”

I quickly took him over to the showers. No sooner had we got there when he erupted. When poor Jim finally stopped, he looked mortified.

“Err… I’m so very sorry… err… Jane. Err… I never got any on you… err… did I?”

Even though he was plainly very ill, Jim’s first thought was for me. He had missed me, but it was all down his front.

“You didn’t Jim, but you look a mess. I’ll wrap a towel over my bad arm and clean you up before the nurse arrives.”

It was all my fault that he stumbled, so I overrode his objections and turned on the showers and got some soap. By having my bad arm just outside the spray, the towel coped with the odd stray drop. I wiped his stuff off his chin, then moved down to his chest. As I rubbed lower, I saw his penis was growing again and by the time I got to his tummy it was sticking right up. He did look cute, and I gave Jim a smile then asked the questions I had wanted to ask him since first seeing his penis grow.

“Why do you sometimes make your penis grow and stick up Jim? Does it hurt when it is all stiff like that Jim?”

He went red and stared at the ground as he mumbled his reply.

“Err… I… err… have no control over… err… what my… err… penis does Jane… err… but… err… it doesn’t hurt… err… at all when it goes… err… stiff.”

A penis really is weird if it is not under the boy’s control. I began to clean up his genitals and he winced again.

“Sorry Jim, but I must get this stuff off.”

“Please be careful… err… Jane. My… err… testicles are… err… really sore… err… after that bad landing.”

I pulled him out of the spray and turned him to the light, then got down to have a close inspection. As I studied his scrotum I saw it was taking on a purplish hue. I looked up at Jim and smiled.

“I’ll be extra careful here Jim but I can see it is already starting to bruise.”

“Err… Thanks Jane.”

I washed the mess all off and began to dry him. I pulled his skin right back and was briskly rubbing the towel along his stiff penis when I heard Jim’s muted groan as I felt it give a large pulse.

“Sorry Jim, have I hurt you?”

As he replied, I thought it odd he had a goofy grin.

“Err… No… Jane. Err… I’m fine”

I saw clear drops oozing out of the end. It definitely wasn’t urine, so I touched it and found it was sticky.

“What’s this Jim?”

He went scarlet, but before he could reply the nurse entered.

“What on earth are you doing Miss Walton?”

“Jim had been sick all down his front nurse. I’ve washed it all off now and was just drying him nurse.”

She looked down at Jim’s drooping penis with a clear drop dangling. She picked it off, then gave me a funny look.

“Just drying him were you?”

“Yes nurse. I think Jim’s bruised his testicles nurse.”

She had that funny look again, then she tutted and dismissed me.

“You get back outside Miss Walton. I’ll take it from here.”

I gave Jim a smile as I left.

“Bye Jim.”

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I looked over at the staff changing room door to check out our new swim assistant. Oh my God, it was Jane Walton! She looked even more beautiful than ever in that spotless white gym skirt and shoes. Desperately wanting to cover up, I went to move my hands. Miss Roberts saw me and gave a glare, so I had to keep them behind my back. I glanced at Richard, who’d seen her glare and stood as still as me. We’d been seen naked by those younger girls each Saturday morning with Mrs Roberts, as well as Rita’s friends in her garden, but this was a girl classmate who we’d be seeing in school all day every day. I felt myself go red all over as she aimed her stunning smile at me.

“Hi Jim, it’s good to see you. Hi Richard.”

We both had everything on display to Jane as we mumbled our reply. Miss Roberts told her to bring a stand over and said I was to help, so I had to walk alongside my girl classmate stark naked as if this was the most natural thing in the world. As humiliated as I already was, Jane then started to chat so casually to me about what was happening.

“I had no idea you boys swam naked when I accepted the principal’s offer to be a temporary swim assistant. My mum was only concerned that I made up the credits. The principal said I was to tell no one about this. You’re the first boys I’ve ever seen naked Jim, and Miss Roberts made me promise that I will say nothing to the other girls. I don’t want you boy classmates to be embarrassed, but we are where we are Jim, and you will all just have to grin and bear it.”

She giggled at her double meaning, but then immediately apologised.

“I’m really sorry Jim, no pun was intended.”

As I glanced at her face, I knew her apology was genuine. I took on trust that she didn’t want us boys embarrassed and was not going to tell our other girl classmates anything she had seen. We picked up the stand and brought it over, just as the other boys arrived. Miss Roberts blew her whistle and got everyone to line up at attention, legs apart, with hands behind their back, as we normally do for our inspection at the start of every swim lesson. The others had noticed Jane, but you did not argue with Miss Roberts so everyone stood exactly as instructed. Miss Roberts then explained that Jane would be replacing Lopez as junior assistant. I was as shocked as the other boys when she confirmed Jane, like all assistants, had the power to spank boys, and pointed out that worn slipper she was to use. Lopez frequently laid it across all our bottoms and we knew how much it hurt.

I was then told to join the line and stood next to Richard on the end. Miss Roberts explained to Jane what was going to happen, which would be so embarrassing for us boys as Jane would be watching everything.

“The boys need to be properly inspected to see they are all clean before getting in the pool.”

I was unlikely to be the only one to be stunned at what Miss Roberts said next.

“It is the junior assistant’s job to help. You can do everything that I need with your good hand Miss Walton.”

Jane was looking up and down our line and seemed distracted so apparently did not hear. Miss Roberts had to raise her voice to get Jane’s attention, then had to repeat what she said earlier. My teacher looked at me.

“We can start with Powell.”

Miss Roberts just grabbed my willy and held it towards Jane. I went red as she explained to Jane why it was different to the other boys’ willys, then she pushed back my foreskin to pop out the head. Jane gave out a giggle. I was probably the only one to hear that quiet whisper ‘Utmost maturity Miss Walton’ as well as Jane’s barely audible apology. Miss Roberts gave the head a squeeze and explained further to Jane.

“This slit at the end of the penis is where a boy’s urine come out. You can take over now Miss Walton.”

Jane hesitated but Miss Roberts pressed her.

“It’s the junior assistant’s job to help with the boys’ hygiene checks. Go on Miss Walton, Powell’s penis won’t bite.”

OMG, Jane’s warm fingers were holding my willy, then she slid back my foreskin and squeezed to open my slit.

“Right Miss Walton, just move it about so I can check it is clean all over.”

Jane was gently squeezing, and I felt those familiar stirrings as it began to swell. Jane let go and I saw her amazed look as she watched it grow full mast.

“What’s happened Miss?”

“A penis often becomes erect when handled, which is all quite normal Miss Walton. You don’t need to worry, as it soon goes back down. I hadn’t finished checking Powell yet, so move his penis about so I can see all round.”

I went red as Jane held my boner and gave it more squeezes. My heart was beating so fast and she must have felt it pulse, then she lifted up my snug sac as Miss Roberts checked for rashes. I felt her warm hand on my balls, fortunately she was so gentle. Thanks to my sister’s nightly attention at bath time, I had no concerns about failing Miss Roberts’s inspection and was relieved to get her all clear before Jane’s actions got me ejaculating those clear drops.

“That is nice and clean Powell, with no rashes. Turn round and bend over so we can check your bottom’s fine too.”

Then she gave Jane her orders.

“Separate the cheeks for me so I can see his anus is clean. Boys sometimes forget to wipe their bottoms Miss Walton.”

I could feel her warm hand on my bottom, but with only one arm she was struggling, so I was told to help her. Thanks again to my sister, I was mighty relieved to get the all clear as my humiliation was over at last.

“OK Powell, you’re all clean so you can stand up now.”

I still had a boner and Jane was watching it bob about. I went red as she looked up and smiled. Miss Roberts saw Jane was studying the other boys and offered more explanations.

“You will note how each boy is different Miss Walton. Puberty is when their genitals mature from those of little boys into those of young men. Boys are older than girls when it starts, usually between 12 and 14 but it can be later, so your classmates are all at differing stages of puberty.”

Miss Roberts gave a nod towards Frank Collins as she spoke to Jane.

“Not that having fully grown genitals is any indication of actual maturity, Miss Walton.”

Miss Roberts gave Frank a funny look.

“Is it Collins?”

He was always the joker in class and just gave her a grin. Then her eyes focussed on me as I got her smile.

“You will find with some boys that vice versa also applies Miss Walton.”

It was a compliment, but I went scarlet and my little boy boner bobbed even quicker as Jane smiled at me too.

“OK Miss Walton, we’ll check Jackson now.”

Erections were catching and I saw a red-faced Richard was already stiff as Jane reached out. As he had pubic hair, Miss Roberts told Jane to part it so she could check beneath it, then he had to turn round and help Jane by holding one cheek. He was quickly done and Jane had soon helped check all us boys. Miss Roberts gave us our orders.

“You’re all clean boys, so in the water and we’ll get started. Sit down Miss Walton, as you’re not needed for a while.”

I think we were all glad to finally get our privates under the water for some sort of intermittent cover as Jane observed our lesson. Miss Roberts had us all practicing our diving and I was on the top board just about to dive when my eyes met Jane’s. I had been naked in front of her all afternoon, so I had no idea why that particular beautiful smile affected me so much as I felt my willy begin its rise. I momentarily lost concentration and found myself falling off the board. I got an almighty pain between my legs as I hit the water all wrong. The next thing I knew Miss Roberts was pushing me into the arms of Richard and Prior to haul me out of the water. Miss Roberts looked very concerned as I cupped my balls and groaned, then she spoke to me.

“Are you hurt Powell? Take your hands away and let me examine you.”

My willy felt OK as her fingers moved along it but I winced at the fierce pain as she touched my balls.

“Landing badly may have bruised your testicles. I will get a nurse to check you out. What happened Powell?”

I couldn’t possibly tell her Jane’s smile gave me a boner, although the extreme pain had firmly put paid to that.

“Err… It was… err… all my own fault miss. Err… I must have stumbled miss.”

Jane stared down at me, her face looking so worried as I gasped in pain.

“Miss Walton, please take Powell to the boys’ changing room and look after him while you wait for the nurse.”

“Yes miss.”

Jane and Richard got me up, then she put her good arm round my waist and helped me over to the changing rooms. I found her experience of boys’ facilities was on a par with my experience of girls’ changing rooms - zilch.

“What’s that white tiled area alongside the showers for Jim?”

This was so embarrassing as I had to explain to my girl classmate it was for a boy’s private act.

“Err… It’s a urinal… err… Jane. Err… that’s where us boys… err… have… err… a pee… err… Jane.”

Jane looked at my willy, then at the urinal, and nodded her understanding. I was still in pain as she sat me down, then I felt those unstoppable movements in my stomach. Jane looked concerned again.

“Are you all right Jim?”

“Err… I think I’m going to be sick… err… Jane.”

She whisked me over to the showers where I immediately threw up. Eventually it subsided and I looked up at Jane. She had witnessed me at my worst possible moment, but her face was still full of anxiety. Then it hit me. Had I got any of my retching on that spotless white gym skirt and shoes?

“Err… I’m so very sorry… err… Jane. Err… I never got any on you… err… did I?”

I was so relieved when she confirmed I didn’t, then she looked at the mess all down my front and got a towel to cover her arm then turned on the showers and picked up the soap. I couldn’t let her clean this foul stuff off me, but she just ignored my objections. After all that heaving up of my entire stomach contents, I had little strength to resist anyway. She was working her way down my chest and her rubbing hand began to feel so nice. I felt my willy react but this was just too good to care that she was seeing it erect. Then she stopped, looked down, and asked me some questions.

“Why do you sometimes make your penis grow and stick up Jim? Does it hurt when it is all stiff like that Jim?”

Jane clearly knew nothing about boys, maybe she has no brothers. Despite my embarrassment, I had to explain things.

“Err… I… err… have no control over… err… what my… err… penis does Jane… err… but… err… it doesn’t hurt… err… at all when it goes… err… stiff.”

She looked at my bobbing willy then began to clean the mess off it. I winced again as she touched my balls.

“Sorry Jim, but I must get this stuff off you.”

“Please be careful… err… Jane. My… err… testicles are… err… really sore… err… after that bad landing.”

She pulled me out of the spray and got down to check. I met her smile as she looked up at me, her face only a few inches from my balls and so stiff willy.

“I’ll be extra careful Jim but I can see it is starting to bruise.”

“Err… Thanks Jane.”

She pushed me back under the shower and soon had me all clean. She turned off the showers and picked up a towel to get me dry. That felt so good as she rubbed my back then did my chest. It was all a bit too good as she kept rubbing the towel up and down my stiffie. I tried to suppress my groans as the pleasure hit me, but Jane must have heard.

“Sorry Jim, did I hurt you?”

Wow, that was even better than when Florence did it, but I couldn’t possibly tell Jane that.

“Err… No… Jane. Err… I’m fine.”

She noticed a clear drop oozing out of the end and touched it with her fingers. Jane gave me a quizzical look.

“What’s this Jim?”

I must have gone scarlet at such a mega-embarrassing question. Fortunately, that was when the nurse came in.

“What on earth are you doing Miss Walton?”

“Jim had been sick all down his front nurse. I’ve washed it all off now and was just drying him nurse.”

The nurse looked down at my wilting boner and picked off another oozing drop. She gave Jane a funny look.

“Just drying him were you?”

Jane had no idea what she just done to me.

“Yes nurse. I think Jim’s bruised his testicles nurse.”

Jane got another odd look, then the nurse gave her a tut.

“You get back outside Miss Walton. I’ll take it from here.”

I got another fabulous smile as Jane left.

“Bye Jim.”

The nurse gave me a smirk as she grabbed my willy and squeezed all along it then wiped my stuff off the end.

“This bit seems to be functioning perfectly normally for a 12 year old boy. Let’s check the rest.”

She gripped my balls and everyone at the Y must have heard my scream. She gave me the coldest of smiles.

“Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. You’d better watch out Powell as us girls can give you boys both.”

Even if Jane had no idea what she’d done, this bitch clearly did. She gave me a look of disdain as she saw my tears.

“What a fuss over such a little thing. It’s only a bit bruised and it’ll be fine if you stop playing with it for a few days.”

I felt my face go red as she must have a way of telling what me or Florence do to it every night. She tutted.

“You boys! A couple of days abstinence will do you good.”

I shrieked as my bare bum received an almighty smack to get me moving.

“Let’s get you back to your swimming lesson. You’re all fine now Powell.”

As we went out, the nurse took me over to Miss Roberts who was alongside Jane.

“How is Powell Nurse?”

“It’s just a bit of bruising. I told this little boy not to play with it for a few days and it’ll be fine.”

Miss Roberts chuckled as she saw me go scarlet.

“It’s only a couple of days Powell and keeping your hands off it is for your own good.”

Miss Roberts must be able to tell too! She looked down and grinned.

“You’d best get in the cold water and calm down. It’s free swimming time to the end of the session Powell.”

Oh no, why did that have to happen here in front of Jane? My girl classmate must have watched it grow too and gave me a grin as I leapt in to hide my erection. Ten minutes later Miss Roberts blew her whistle.

“OK boys, take a shower and get dressed. See you tomorrow.”

She picked that worn slipper off the hook and turned to Jane.

“The junior assistant’s duties includes monitoring the boys’ showers. Use this if there’s any horseplay Miss Walton.”

Lopez was always very liberal in the use of that slipper as we showered. Jane just sat and watched over us. Only Frank Collins ended up with a red slipper-shaped mark on his bum as his constant fooling around tested her patience past the limit. We ribbed him after she left, but he saw it as a badge of honour to get spanked by a girl classmate. How weird!

We all got used to being seen naked every Monday afternoon by Jane and even her hygiene checks were soon getting no reaction. She must have kept her word as none of the other girls made any comments to suggest they knew. By the end of term this just seemed the normal way of swimming to me, but I still got tongue-tied whenever Jane gave me her beautiful smile outside of the Y. It was when we returned to school in January that us boys got another shock.

The principal’s voice came over the Tannoy to tell the school that the gym roof had collapsed during the break and it would be mixed classes at the Y for the next month or so until it got fixed. Gym would be done alongside the pool while the other half of the class did swimming. Jane gave me a nervous look as she heard him speak. The other girls had no idea what they were going to see on their first afternoon back at school. My experience at the Y every Saturday told me we weren’t going to see what the girls had when it came to the boys’ gym lesson tomorrow.

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