An English Teenager Abroad

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Rod Meyer looks back to his carefree days in a Michigan High School as a 15 year old sophomore in the mid-1960s, where the swimming costume of choice for boys was their birthday suit. In such days, they had no concerns if any girl or woman saw them at the pool in their preferred costume. It was in August that year when an English family moved in next door that he realised not every boy was so casual in swim class, especially the 15 year old son Tim.

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My name is Rod Meyer. Back in 1965 when I was a 15 year old sophomore at a Michigan High School, modesty was an alien concept to us boys then, particularly where swim classes were involved. We all went faster without being restricted by those baggy trunks, so birthday suits had become our costume of choice. We swam alongside our girl classmates, and at swim meets there were mums, sisters, cousins, as well as their friends, who all came along to cheer us on, and the opposition were there too. There was no possible reason for us boys to be bothered being seen by girls in the costume we chose to wear. We had difficulty grasping why any boy would have alternative views on these matters. My neighbor in 1965, Tim Aarons, was one such boy. He came over from England a few weeks before the start of our school year with his sister Joanne and his parents. We all became friends, but I didn’t find out about his odd attitude until we started back in school, where Tim and I went into 10th grade and Joanne joined 9th grade.

That first Monday afternoon was 10th grade swim class, so we all trooped off to the Y. Tim was a bit shy around the girls, but he was fresh meat to them so several of our girl classmates were checking him out. They were chatting away to him as we strolled along, and he seemed to be getting on OK as he answered all their questions about school life in England. I think he was a hit, as they all loved his British accent, especially Angie Abrahams. She was a fun girl and always direct and to the point with a guy she found cute. Stepping through the entrance into that familiar chlorine tinged air, we split off from the girls to go to our separate locker rooms, boys to the left, girls to the right.

I started to strip off and thought I would give him a gentle ribbing about the girls.

“What did you think of Angie? She was definitely into you, you lucky dog.”

He had that puzzled look so frequently adopted by the English.

“Err… Which one is Angie?”

“The blond with the big rack.”

“Rack?”

We’d come across this ‘two nations divided by a common language’ problem before, so I elaborated.

“You know, boobs, hooters, melons, tits.”

He still looked puzzled so I tried again.

“How about breasts.”

He blushed as it registered what I was talking about.

“Oh, I see. That girl. Err… She seemed nice.”

I was already naked by the time he dropped his pants. I thought it a bit odd to see him wrap a towel round his waist before fishing about beneath it to pull off his underpants. He then got out a pair of woollen swimming trunks from his sports bag and slid them up his legs under the towel. As he removed the towel and hung it on the hook, he stood a bit self-consciously in those baggy trunks. I put him straight on swimwear for boys.

“We don’t wear those at the Y.”

He had that puzzled look again.

“What do you yanks wear then?”

“We boys always wear our birthday suit when we swim.”

“WHAT!!!”

“Here at the Y they say it’s to do with fibres from swim suits blocking the filters, but boys have always followed their dad’s example when they taught us to swim when we were small. We’re faster without trunks too, so boys prefer to swim naked wherever we are. You’d better take those off or Miss Munroe will be after you.”

He looked in shock.

“We have a female swim teacher? I can’t possibly be naked in front of a lady. It’s indecent!”

I just gave him a shrug.

“Suit yourself, but the girls will sure make fun of you.”

His jaw virtually fell to the floor.

“We swim naked in front of our girl classmates! What kind of country is this?”

He got his reply from all of us naked teenagers as we gave our familiar national chant.

“U. S. A. - U. S. A. - U. S. A. - U. S. A. - U. S. A.”

He clung on to his trunks as if his life depended on it.

“I can’t possibly…”

“Please yourself Tim, but Miss Munroe ain’t gonna like it.”

Me and 22 other naked boys, plus one swim-suited limey, went through the door to the pool area. Angie and her friend Jude Addison came over in those shapeless one piece suits the girls hated. Angie looked at me then smiled at Jude.

“A boy’s costume looks so much more comfy than ours, don’t you think Jude.”

I joked with this fun girl.

“We can swap if you like Angie.”

Jude laughed as Angie gave me a grin.

“I don’t think you’re my size Rod, but thanks for the offer.”

Jude looked down as I got another grin.

“How’s it hanging Rod?”

I let out a chuckle.

“You just saw how it’s hanging, and everything is fine Jude.”

Angie’s elevator eyes swept me up and down.

“Nice to see you’re still looking fit after the summer break.”

She turned to Tim.

“What’s with the woollen trunks Tim? Your dick cold?”

He obviously knew what dick meant, as Tim blushed more than I’d ever seen, and this English guy blushed plenty.

“Err… err… err…”

He was saved from answering by a loud whistle as Miss Munroe called us to order.

“Two lines. Boys on my left facing the girls on my right. Hurry along Miss Abrahams, and you too Miss Addison.”

I grabbed Tim and pulled him alongside me as Miss Munroe walked towards us staring at his baggy woollen trunks. Her voice was like ice and sent a shiver down my spine even though it wasn’t directed at me.

“A new boy, I see. What’s your name boy?”

He gave her a big smile, which was probably not the best thing to do in the circumstances. I recognised the signs of her extreme displeasure but was unable to warn him as he so cheerfully replied.

“It’s Timothy Aarons miss. I’m from England and have come over with my parents and sister miss.”

She looked down at the source of her displeasure.

“Are your genitals cold Aarons?”

“Err… err… err…”

“Boys swim naked at the Y Aarons, so get those off.”

I had warned Tim, but I saw him go red as he started to babble.

“But miss… err… err… I can’t possibly miss… err… err… the girls… err… will see me… err… miss.”

Miss Munroe always expected instant obedience from pupils, and her fuse was very short.

“AT ONCE AARONS!”

Tim didn’t move. Being new, he had no idea of the big mistake he just made. He shrieked as Miss Munroe grabbed his ear and twisted it hard to drag him over to the girls’ line.

“Miss Abrahams, this boy seems to be having trouble obeying the most simple command from his teacher. Would you be so kind as to oblige me by removing the offending article?”

She had no trouble getting instant obedience from Angie. Foolishly, Tim snapped his hands down to cover up.

“GET THOSE HANDS AT YOUR SIDES AARONS!”

He now had the sense to realise instant compliance was needed. I saw the girls’ eyes go wide at what he revealed, but with his back to me I couldn’t see. After Angie dropped his trunks on the bleachers behind her, she looked confused.

“His boy parts are not the same as those of our boys miss. Why are English boys different miss?”

She yanked his ear to get a scarlet Tim facing the whole class. That was when we all saw what made their eyes go wide. His dangling dick was enormous, over six inches long and 1½ inches wide with a huge well-filled sac and a forest of thick black curly hair. If my dick was as big as that, I’d want it proudly on display to the girls at each and every opportunity. His dick did look really odd though as it didn’t have a head. Angie got her answer.

“For some strange reason, English boys do not get their penis circumcised and still have a foreskin. That can trap all sorts of germs under there. If you slide it back Miss Abrahams you will see Aarons looks the same as our boys.”

You didn’t need to tell Angie twice, and Tim looked horrified as she grabbed his dick. Angie showed us this Limey’s dick was the same as ours with his shiny purple head hidden beneath all that skin. Miss Munroe let Angie explore his English dick as she pulled his skin forward so the head disappeared, then back for the reveal. Angie had always been well practiced with dicks and she soon had it pointing to the sky. Wow! It must have been a good nine inches long and over 2 inches wide. As he stood there with that monster boner on full display to the whole class, I didn’t even know there was a shade above scarlet, but Tim’s face managed it.

“I think that will do Miss Abrahams.”

Angie looked disappointed, but you don’t mess with Miss Munroe. She spoke to Tim in that chilling voice.

“When I give an order Aarons, I expect instant obedience. Do you understand Aarons?”

His response was instant.

“Yes miss.”

She pointed to the far end of the girls’ line at her well-worn plaything.

“Do you see that slipper Aarons?”

“Yes miss.”

“Bring it to me Aarons.”

“Yes miss.”

The girls all grinned when Miss Munroe gave them a nod. Tim knew he had to run but didn’t know that nod was her cue for them to smack his butt as he went past. With the pool on one side he had no way to avoid this familiar ritual for boys who displeased their teacher. Some girls smacked his quivering boner, but they knew Miss Munroe didn’t mind as long as they avoided smacking his balls, since she wasn’t a complete monster. I saw a momentary hesitation as he got the slipper and turned to see the girls’ eager faces, but he realised there was no choice and just ran back. Jude set up the spanking chair for Miss Munroe before using her own hand to warm his butt ready for the main event. Tim placed the slipper in her outstretched hand and stood completely at attention as she sat down in her favorite chair.

“Get over my lap Aarons.”

Tim obeyed instantly, and Miss Munroe soon laid into him. I had had several spankings from her in my freshman year and knew they stung like hell. I was surprised to see Tim just gritted his teeth as she came down full force on his bare butt. She gave him 24 whacks before she stopped. This limey must be tougher than he looks since most boys would be screaming and bawling after 6 of her most powerful ones, but he gave no more than a slight grunt right up to the last.

“Get up Aarons.”

He sensed rubbing his purple butt was not allowed as he stood up with hands at the side, his boner had been spanked back into submission with that six incher and its covered head dangling down.

“Get back in line Aarons.”

“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”

Thanking his teacher for spanking him was odd, but over these past few weeks I’d found the English were always full of surprises. After taking attendance, Miss Munroe turned to the girls.

“You girls will remember it is my tradition to start in alphabetical order, so it is you Miss Abrahams who will be helping me with the boys’ pre-swim checks this week. Miss Addison, you will be helping me next week.”

Rita Young looked pissed as usual, since she knew she was in for a long wait. Angie had a serious face but, knowing her as I do, she would be ecstatic inside as she walked to the far end of our line with Miss Munroe.

“Carry on Miss Abrahams.”

“Yes miss.”

I heard Tim emit a strangulated ‘Oh my God’ as he saw what Angie was required to do for a boy’s pre-swim check. Looking down, I saw his dick begin to rise, just like some of last year’s newbies had done in those early weeks. By the time Angie got to me, Tim’s was its full 9 inches and leaking like a faucet. I gave her a smile.

“All ready for inspection Angie.”

She was soon done with me and grabbed Tim’s dick. Angie had already seen his state and wisely stood to the side as she yanked his skin right back. I didn’t think his grunting was ever going to stop as Tim involuntarily kept pushing his dick into her hand. Like the rest of us now, he’ll soon get used to it when one of the girls carries out those pre-swim checks on our dicks and butts. Tim must have thought he was in serious trouble, but Miss Munroe was also a school nurse and knew it was a reflex action that happens at times with teenage boys, especially during their first few checks.

“Have you finished now Aarons?”

He had gone that ultra-shade of scarlet as Angie still held his wilting boner, but knew an instant response was needed.

“Yes miss.”

“Carry on Miss Abrahams. Aarons can clean that up in a moment.”

Angie looked down at that spreading white pool by her feet and I heard her faint whisper in his ear.

“That was very impressive big boy.”

When Angie had finished his checks, Miss Munroe turned to Tim.

“Aarons, get a cloth and disinfectant from the locker room and clean your semen up. You still have some dangling from your penis, so wash that too. I was pleased to see underneath your foreskin was spotless, so keep that up.”

“Yes miss. Thank you miss.”

She took out her stopwatch and switched back to that cold voice.

“If you wish to avoid another spanking Aarons, I expect you to join us within two minutes.”

Tim saw her press the start button and ran off at the double, his monster dick swinging all over the place.

He finished and snapped to attention in front of Miss Munroe who was now at the far end of the pool with the girls. She checked her stopwatch and I could just hear her voice confirm another spanking was not on the cards.

“1 minute 55 seconds Aarons.”

Just then, Hallie Acland wandered in. She’d been on the Y’s swim team with me and my 11 year old brother Jack last year and had just entered 9th grade here, although being short she looked younger. I gave her a smile.

“Hi Hallie. What brings you here?”

“Hi Rod. I’ve been assigned to help in the office, and Miss Kushner sent me over to fetch the attendance sheet from Miss Munroe. Who’s that guy with the enormous dick standing next to her.”

“That’s Tim Aarons. He’s my new neighbor, and him and his folks came over from England a few weeks ago.”

“Joanne Aarons must be his sister. She’s sitting next to me in class and is really nice. Her brother’s dick looks funny.”

“Apparently English guys don’t get their dicks circumcised, so his foreskin hasn’t been cut off like ours have. The head is covered most of the time with that point of skin. If you slide it back, his dick looks the same as mine.”

Hallie glanced down as if she’d forgotten what mine looked like, then grinned.

“Thanks Rod. I’ll just go and get the attendance sheet from Miss Munroe.”

Tim went that ultra-scarlet again as Hallie smacked his bare butt and gave him a cheery ‘Hi Tim’. Miss Munroe must have told him to get the attendance sheet for her. Walking beside Tim, Hallie’s eyes focussed on each movement of his huge swinging dick as they went towards Miss Munroe’s desk. As she went to leave, Hallie grabbed his dick to check out that foreskin. Her eyes went as wide as our girls at his instant boner. Miss Munroe heard her say ‘WOW’.

“Now, now, Miss Acland. Don’t play with the boys. You’d better be getting that attendance sheet back to the office.”

Hallie had the biggest grin.

“Yes Miss.”

As she ran off, Hallie smacked his butt again.

“Bye Tim. See you later.”

Girls!

Miss Munroe kept us working until well after the end of the school day, but finally told us to get changed, although she kept Tim behind for some further instruction. He was actually an extremely fast swimmer, no doubt all the better for not being slowed down by those baggy woollen trunks. Miss Munroe was bound to pick him for our school team at Friday’s after-school try-outs for next month’s swim meet. As the girls went off, me and the other guys exited the pool area into our locker room to see Hallie coming in the far door.

“Hi Rod, I’ve brought Joanne to pick up her brother.”

As Joanne came in behind her, I’ve never seen a girl’s eyes go so wide as she looked at us boys. I gave her a smile.

“Hi Joanne, Tim’s still in the pool getting a bit more tuition from Miss Munroe.”

“Err… You boys… err… you’re… err… all… err… err… stark naked!”

“We’ve all been swimming, so of course we are. Excuse me a sec Joanne, swimming makes me want to pee and we can’t possibly go in the pool.”

I’d been busting to have a pee since we got out of the pool, and sighed with relief as it gushed out full force.

“That’s better. How’d your first day go Joanne?”

Joanne looked at me holding my dick as if she’d never seen a guy pee before.

“Err… It was great Rod. Err… err… The man on reception just told me and Hallie to come in here to pick Tim up.”

She took her eyes off my yellow arc to look across at the guys in the shower.

“Err… You boys don’t mind us girls being in here… err… while you’re all… err… err… in the nude?”

Hallie laughed.

“Of course they don’t. Boys have always swum naked, so we girls see them in the buff whenever we are here at the Y, but also swimming in the lake, or just bathing in the river. Why on earth would they mind? You’ll see our 9th grade boy classmates tomorrow afternoon when we girls all get to swim with them here at the Y.”

I was surprised when Joanne’s face dropped.

“Err… We girls… err… don’t have to swim… err… err… in the nude too… err… do we?”

What a ridiculous notion. Hallie nodded as I replied.

“Girls couldn’t possibly swim naked, as that would be most improper. A girl’s modesty has to be respected.”

I was pleased to see Joanne’s smile return. Hallie gave her a big grin.

“My big sister told me Miss Munroe has an interesting tradition at swim class. I was hoping to get to experience it tomorrow, but as your name is Aarons, it’ll be next Tuesday for me. I know quite a few of our boys from the Y’s swim team and you’re going to love tomorrow Joanne. I won’t say more, as it’ll spoil the surprise.”

There was that English puzzled look again as Hallie didn’t elaborate. I hadn’t been the only one busting for a pee as I was joined by several other sighing boys. I shook the last few drops out of my dick and moved over to the showers.

“I have to have a shower now to wash all this chlorinated pool water off. I’ll only be a few minutes Joanne then after Tim is showered and dressed, we can all be off home.”

Joanne watched intently as I stepped in the shower and soaped up my dick, then my legs. She gave me a grin.

“Err… Is Tim… err… in the nude… err… as well?”

“He’s a boy. He’s been swimming. He’ll be naked. Why don’t you and Hallie wait behind the door to surprise him?”

Hallie grabbed Joanne and got her alongside the door just as Tim entered. He looked across at me.

“Am I glad this terrible school day is all over Rod. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse for me today.”

Joanne’s grin went from ear to ear as she crept up behind her naked brother to put her hands over his eyes.

“Guess who Tim?”

I’d only known them for a few weeks, but even I’d recognise Joanne’s delightful fragrance in a totally darkened room, and she was his sister who he’d lived with all her life. He froze as his face registered total shock and his hands shot between his legs. What was up with him? It was only his sister, and surely he’d been seen naked by her before. Hallie gave me a grin as she stood behind him and did a pretty good impression of Miss Munroe.

“GET THOSE HANDS AT YOUR SIDES AARONS!”

She fooled him completely as he snapped to attention with arms rigid at his sides. Joanne grinned as she got in front of her brother and looked him up and down.

“Wow Tim. Where have you been hiding that monster willy? Last time I saw it must have been 10 years ago when mum used to bath us together. She called it your cute little winkle then, but it’s certainly no little winkle now.”

She looked over at us boys in the shower.

“It’s bigger than their Yankee willys, so it’s definitely a win for Britain Tim. Why’s your willy different to theirs?”

Tim looked horrified to be asked such a simple question by his sister and went ultra-scarlet again. Hallie answered.

“Apparently, boys in Britain don’t get the foreskin cut off their dicks like boys over here do.”

I came over drying my hair as Hallie yanked his foreskin back.

“See it looks the same as Rod’s now.”

Joanne studied me, then looked back at her brother and nodded at Hallie.

“Oh yes. So it is.”

Hallie started to play with Tim’s dick.

“Watch this.”

Joanne’s eyes went so wide again.

“Oh my God! Your willy’s growing Tim. It’s enormous now and sticking up in the air.”

I saw Hallie give Tim’s dick a girl’s usual squeeze.

“When a boy’s dick sticks up like this, it goes all hard. You have a feel.”

I’d never seen a girl look so reticent at such an offer.

“I couldn’t possibly touch him there. He’s my brother.”

Hallie just grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his monster. I saw the surprise in her eyes as she gave it a squeeze.

“A boy’s willy is both hard and soft at the same time. That’s so weird. Does it hurt when it is all stiff like this Tim?”

He went scarlet, but finally managed a response.

“Err… No… err… Joanne… err… it doesn’t hurt… err… at all… err… when it’s… err… like this.”

She began to slide her brother’s foreskin back and forth just like Hallie did. She grinned at her brother as his purple head appeared then disappeared. I’d never seen a look of horrified pleasure before, but Tim managed it. His dick twitched as it began to drip again, and Hallie offered Joanne some advice.

“I’d stand to the side if I were you.”

She gave Hallie that English puzzled look but took her advice, and only just in time. Tim began to grunt as his hips involuntarily rammed that monster boner into his sister’s hand. She managed to keep a tight hold on it as Tim shot stream after stream of his stuff to puddle on the floor at her feet. Joanne was finally left clutching his collapsed dick.

“Your willy went so hard and pulsed as you shot all that white stuff out. What is this stuff Tim? Have I hurt you?”

Despite his obvious pleasure, Tim had now gone that ultra-scarlet and just stood there mute. I guess he had the same mixed feelings we guys all have when your sister jerks you off. It’s always much better than when you do it yourself, but you still wish it was your girlfriend’s hands around your dick. Hallie filled Joanne in.

“It’s semen Joanne, which is made in these balls.”

Tim looked in total shock as Hallie reached her hand down and jiggled his large balls about. Perhaps he thought she was going to hurt them, but all girls know how sensitive we are there and are always careful when they handle our balls. Unless we’ve pissed them off, of course.

“Jerking off a boy doesn’t hurt them; in fact they love it.”

“Jerking off?”

It was that ‘Two nations divided by a common language’ problem again. Hallie just demonstrated by putting two fingers under his dick, then her thumb on top and pumped away till it was that 9 incher again.

“There. That’s jerking off a boy.”

“Oh, I understand.”

Hallie squeezed along Tim’s dick and picked off the drop oozing out of the end and held her finger up for Joanne to see his semen as she rubbed it with her thumb.

“Can you see how a boy’s semen is sticky.”

Joanne nodded, then Hallie put her finger up to Joanne’s mouth.

“It tastes funny, but not too bad.”

Joanne recoiled, so Hallie just shrugged and popped her finger and thumb in her own mouth to clean it all off. Tim looked stunned to see her do that, then Hallie gave him a smile.

“Your semen tastes quite nice Tim.”

Joanne noticed his red butt and giggled.

“Who’s been a naughty little boy then Tim?”

I saw him go ultra-scarlet again, so stepped in to answer.

“Miss Munroe was really pissed to see him come into the pool area wearing trunks…”

“She got me to remove them.”

It was Angie who interrupted, as she and Jude wandered in the locker room all fully dressed and ready to go home.

“Hi Angie. Hi Jude. You haven’t met Tim’s sister Joanne. She’s in 9th grade with Hallie.”

“Pleased to meet you Joanne. You’re a very lucky girl living with Tim and seeing this huge dick every day.”

Joanne had that English puzzled look again.

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen him naked.”

“You’re kidding. Don’t you see him when he’s having a bath or shower, or getting ready for bed?”

She looked shocked at Angie’s comment about such a normal event for any boy who has sisters.

“Never. In England, we respect a boy’s modesty.”

These Limeys sure have some odd ways. Hallie was as surprised as me and laughed.

“You’re joking Joanne! Guys don’t have any modesty to respect. Isn’t that right Rod?”

There was a murmur of agreement coming from the showers as I confirmed what she said.

“Of course Hallie. Dad, me, and Jack often wander about naked if it’s hot. Why would we be bothered if mum or the twins see us in such a natural state? We guys always feel sorry that you girls have to suffer in the heat.”

Joanne looked shocked again for some reason.

“Julie and Megan see their older brothers and their dad naked!”

“It hasn’t been very hot the last month or two, or you would already have seen all us Meyer guys in the buff. Anyway, let’s get back to Tim’s red butt. After Angie got his trunks off, Miss Munroe had Tim fetch her favorite spanking slipper off the hook. We boys call it ‘the walk of shame’ as you have to go past every girl to get it, and they smack your bare butt when you go past, as a prelude to the main event. Some smack our dicks, but never our balls as Miss Munroe doesn’t permit that. I had to do that walk several times last year, as did most of us boys.”

That murmur from my classmates backed me up again.

“After Tim handed her the slipper, he had to lay over her lap just like the rest of us, to be spanked in front of all the grinning girls as if he was a naughty little first grader.”

Jude had that special girls’ grin we boys have all experienced as she chipped in.

“We love watching the boys getting spanked, especially after the first half dozen whacks, as that is when the boy starts bawling and pointlessly pleading with Miss Munroe to stop while their legs are wildly flailing about.”

“Was my brother crying Rod?”

“He got 24 slippers and we boys were all so surprised he wasn’t bawling, as she’d never given more than 12 before.”

Now was the time to ask Tim about that.

“How on earth did you manage to take all those without crying Tim? Most of us guys can barely withstand six from Miss Munroe. Glad you didn’t rub your butt afterwards, as that would be like asking her to give you six more.”

“In an English school, a thin rattan cane was the norm for punishing boys. It was done in front of the whole class with trousers on, of course, to preserve our modesty. You were considered a cry baby if you couldn’t take 12 of those without blubbing, especially in front of the girls. Some teachers used a slipper, and that was little more than a tickling in comparison. Only a total wimp cried while getting slippered. Rubbing your bum after being caned showed a lack of moral fibre, so thumping it down hard on the wooden seat as you returned to your desk was the sign of manliness. As for rubbing your bum after merely getting tickled with a slipper, that would be beyond the pale for any English boy.”

What do you know, these Limeys are tougher than they look! He still went red as Joanne and the girls watched him take a shower while we boys got dressed. As he stepped out, Angie held his towel and dried him off in her usual most thorough way. Helping him get his clothes on, Tim went that ultra-scarlet as she tucked his dick inside his underwear.

Angie flirted shamelessly with Tim on the school bus. She lived quite near us and as we got off, Mrs Aarons was out front cutting the grass. She stopped and smiled at Joanne.

“How was the first day in your new school dear?”

Tim went red as Joanne excitedly told their mum all about it.

“It was great mum. When I went to pick Tim up after his swim class at the YMCA, the man on the desk just pointed to a door and told me and my friend Hallie to go straight in. I was shocked to find he’d directed us right into the boys’ changing room. It was only then I found out that over here all boys swim in the nude beside their girl classmates, who obviously wear swimsuits. The 10th grade boys were just coming in so were all still naked. They couldn’t care less to see us girls and simply carried on. Did you know boys pee standing up? Tim walked in a bit later and was also stark naked. His willy was so much bigger than the Yankee boys and it looked different too. I saw it rise and stick up in the air. It was absolutely enormous and so hard then mum! That was when a whole lot of white stuff squirted out of it, which was awesome to watch. I can’t wait to see all our 9th grade boys when we have our swim class tomorrow.”

His mum initially looked shocked, but that turned to a smile as Angie flung her arms around Tim’s neck and gave him a huge kiss right on his lips. Not surprisingly, Tim’s pants tented right out. Angie gave him a grin and he went scarlet as she squeezed the front of his pants so we all saw the outline of his huge boner. She turned to his mum.

“Your son is a very big boy Mrs Aarons, and we girls were all truly impressed. Tim’s was the first uncut dick we’d ever seen. He squirted a lot of semen when I did his pre-swim checks earlier, but many boys do that the first time.”

Mrs Aarons actually giggled like a little schoolgirl as she replied to Angie.

“He takes after his father.”

She composed herself and smiled at Tim.

“Apart from that dear, how was your swim class? You won the Challenge Cup for swimming at your old school.”

“Err… Miss Munroe gave me some extra tuition after class and said I was the fastest boy in the school by a mile mum. She wasn’t going to bother with try-outs for me and has put me straight on the school swim team.”

“That is excellent news Tim.”

She giggled.

“Perhaps your mum might get to watch her little boy showing off his prowess in swim class sometime dear.”

Tim went ultra-scarlet again as I gave his mum the good news.

“Tuesday and Thursday is after-school practice and mums often come to watch us before driving their kids home. We’ve a swim meet next month Mrs Aarons. Parents are always most welcome to join us and cheer the school on.”

There was that giggle.

“It’s a parent’s duty to support her son in his school activities Tim, and it’s the least I can do to be there on practice nights before I run you and your sister back home.”

Mrs Aarons’ eyes swept me up and down as she gave me a big grin.

“I look forward to cheering on all you boys at every one of your swim meets. I’ll be happy to drive you to away meets as well. Which school are you competing against next month Rod?”

“St Benedict’s Catholic High School for Girls Mrs Aarons. It’s an annual meet and it’ll be packed as every girl at St Benedict’s attends to support their team. Miss Munroe used to teach there and she gives their senior girl the honour of helping with the boys’ pre-swim checks. Their girls are really sporting, as they always give each boy a big cheer as he is introduced and checked before we start. You’re going to love it Tim as their team has some of the cutest chicks you will ever see. They wear form-fitting one-piece pink swimsuits, and we guys can never manage to keep it down when they’re alongside us at the pool. That meet is a big deal and most of the city newspapers will be there. The fastest boy and fastest girl get their picture on the front page of every sports section as they stand together on the podium with all the medals they’ve won. They usually send a TV crew along to interview both teams so we all get on the nightly news. The talent scouts will be there too Mrs Aarons, and with your son’s speed he’s got a good chance to be picked for the state team. State swimmers all become pin-ups in every Michigan girl’s bedroom. Last year’s state boys are on Julie and Megan’s wall, and mum still has all her old posters from the 1940s. Wouldn’t that be so great Tim?”

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