Andy’s Exposure

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

A small town in Texas in the year of 1962. Andy Ferguson, a thirteen year old boy, discovers the boys locker room isn’t the male only sanctum he always thought it to be. Twice in one day.

Andy’s Exposure

by PatrickNaked

I’ve always been kind of bashful. I don’t like taking all my clothes off in the locker room at school, even though all the other boys are getting naked too. Most of them don’t seem to mind, though I can tell a couple of them are modest like me. But, like me, they don’t say anything. The other boys would never let you hear the end of it. You’d be branded a sissy for life. You could die of the derision.

What was worse is you had to get naked TWICE a day. Once at the beginning of class when you changed into that darned embarrassing jock strap, then your smelly gym clothes and tennis shoes. And again, after class when you not only had to strip naked in front of everybody again, but had to shower with them in the big, open shower room. That’s ten times a week. How is that not considered excessive?

I didn’t like it. I didn’t like gym PERIOD. I’m not a very athletic guy. I’m not scrawny, but I’m certainly not a muscle man. I seriously doubt I’ll be a muscle man even when I’m a man. My older brother is the opposite. He’s got all kinds of muscles. I wish I could be like him.

Anyway, my gym class is right before lunch. This one went as it usually does. Exercising, running laps, climbing the rope. Thankfully no dodge ball. Afterwards, when we were all stripping down to hit the showers, I heard Coach call my name. I turned to see him standing by the door to his office, hands on hips, looking very stern. I had just slid my jock strap off and laid it on the bench with my gym clothes. I was clad only in my socks. I grabbed the shorts and started to pull them on.

“Leave that,” he snapped at me. Then he pointed to the floor in front of him. That meant to get your butt over to that spot instantly if not sooner. Boys could get ten swats with Coach’s paddle for every second it took them to comply. I dropped the shorts and trotted up to him, very aware of how part of me was flopping about. That was embarrassing, but not as much as it could’ve been. Most of my mind was too busy trying to figuring out what I could be in trouble for. I didn’t have a clue.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the door. “In my office.” I entered. He followed.

Coach went around his desk and sat down. “Shut the door, Andy.”

As I shut it, I looked through the huge window next to it giving a view into the locker room. All the other boys were visible in the showers just beyond the lockers, laughing and jostling each other. That window had a film on it making the brightly lit locker room visible from the office, but not the other way around. The slightly darker office was shielded, looking like a mirror from the other side. I had never given any thought to this before. Soon I would.

At the moment my mind was still going round and round over what I had done and what Coach was going to do to me as a consequence. I stood before his desk, sweat running down my bare body. When I tried to cross my hands over my crotch, Coach barked, “Enough of that. We’re all men here.” I dropped my hands to my sides slowly and reluctantly. “Keep ‘em there, or…” He turned to look significantly at the paddle hanging on the wall behind his desk. “I won’t have any little blushing boys in MY gym.”

He looked me up and down. In a voice that sounded like he was trying to be reassuring, he said, “If you’re self-conscious because you’re still hairless, don’t worry about it. You’ll start growing some soon. If you don’t, I’ll just work you harder in gym. That’ll bring it out.”

I had the feeling the man who was in charge of making our bodies physically fit didn’t know much about bodies.

In an effort to get this over with as quickly as possible, I asked, “What did I do, Coach? What’s this about?”

The stern expression and voice returned. “It’s not about what you did, but what you’re NOT doing.” He proceeded into a lecture about how I needed to apply myself more. Show more enthusiasm. Throw myself into the exercising, the jogging, all the manly things manly men did.

While his sermon continued with no end in sight, I could hear the mob of boisterous boys returning to their lockers behind me. Locker doors slammed open. There was laughter, insults, conversation, hollering. Then locker doors slammed shut. Then the sound of a stampede out of the locker room as everyone but me got to go to lunch. Meanwhile, Coach’s mouth continued non-stop.

Just when it looked like it might come to an end, the second door to Coach’s office, the one just to the left of his desk, opened. Mrs. Bramwell, the old school secretary, walked in. When I say old, I mean REALLY old. She was at least fifty. I was stunned. I had always just kind of assumed that women weren’t allowed in the office of the boys’ coach. I mean, there was a huge window right there behind me with a full view of the locker and shower area. If she had come in only a few minutes before, she would’ve seen about fifteen completely naked boys from only a few feet away. As it was, the only naked boy in attendance was me. And not just naked. I was acutely aware of how drenched in sweat I still was. That somehow made the nakedness even more lewd.

I quickly covered my wiener and ballsack with my hands, though I knew it was too late. She had already seen me. I looked desperately at her, hoping she’d realize she had just violated my privacy to death… then leave.

Coach’s sharp voice jerked my head around. “What did I say about being a modest little fainting flower?”

“But, Coach,” I practically wailed. “I’m… you know… I’m not wearing… I mean… she’s a LADY…”

Coach stood up slowly. His expression had gone from stern to outright dangerous. “Yes, she’s a lady. And don’t you DARE insult this lady by suggesting she has any interest in young boys. That she cares about what you have between your legs. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“N… no.” I sputtered. “I don’t think she’s interested in me like that. I’m just not interested in her seeing me naked.” It was so self-evident, how could he not understand? I was naked. In front of a woman. A female. She could see everything. All of me. Every sweaty square inch.

“That’ll cost you ten pops. And there’ll be ten more if you don’t put your hands at your sides.” He stopped. “No. On your head, with your fingers laced together. That’ll make it even harder for you to try covering up what no one’s interested in to begin with.”

“Coach…” I whimpered. His expression got even more severe. I turned to Mrs. Bramwell, hoping she’d come to my defense. Nope. She just stared at me blandly. Very nonchalant, as if she saw naked thirteen year old boys every day at school. That’s when my mind returned to that office window. Coach obviously wasn’t surprised at a female school employee breezing into his office. Was this a usual occurrence? Did this happen every day? There were only about four men on the school staff. All the rest were female. How many had been in this office? And had they been there at the beginning or end of gym period when we were all undressing? How many had seen me and the other boys naked? How many of my teachers had seen my wiener? I was starting to feel sick.

“That’s ten more, Andy.” I realized my hands were still clutched in front of my wiener. With extreme force of will, I moved them to the top of my head, interlocking my fingers together.

“There. I did it, Coach. Please, don’t give me ten more. Pleeeeease?” I could hear the pathetic whine in my voice. How many more ways could I be embarrassed that day?

“Nope. You need to learn to do what you’re told, WHEN you’re told.” He turned back to Mrs. Bramwell. “And what can I do for you?”

The secretary started telling him about incomprehensible things like bond elections and tennis courts and the funding of departments. I wouldn’t have understood any of it even if I hadn’t been standing there with everything on display. Another situation was starting to worry me. I was so humiliated by this sudden, unexpected ordeal that I was close to tears. If I started crying, it’d be the end of me. Coach would paddle me into bloody mush. Even so, I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I could only hope it was camouflaged by all the sweat.

I stared straight ahead at the wall behind Coach and tried to completely blank my mind. I told myself I wasn’t there. My body wasn’t completely exposed. I was far, far away from all of this. It worked to a degree. Their voices turned into barely audible noise and the room seemed to recede.

Suddenly, I snapped back when I heard Coach say, “That settles it for now. We know who’s on our side. Now there’s just the boy to deal with. Since it was you he insulted with his insinuations, I think you should stay to watch his punishment.”

I looked at Mrs. Bramwell, pleading silently. To have her see me getting swats while naked was something I’d never recover from. She stared back with a look of pity. But then was back to business.

“Corporal punishment, when necessary, is supposed to be observed by a third party anyway. We almost never do it, but those ARE the rules. Since I’m already here…”

Bitch. I had always been very polite to her.

Coach took the paddle down from the wall. “Turn around and grab your ankles, Andy. And if you take too long, it’ll be thirty.”

I quickly turned and started bending over. About midway down, I realized what I was going to be showing Mrs. Bramwell. Oh my God. She was going to see my most private part of all. I wanted to stop. Then run out the door. I’d deal with the consequences later. Then I reminded myself that running through the school halls naked wouldn’t exactly lessen my embarassment. It didn’t matter anyway. Once I started reaching for my ankles, the signal had been sent from my brain to my muscles. I couldn’t stop. I finished the move. I could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning against my butthole, so I knew my butt cheeks had spread wide, revealing everything. I had thought I was embarrassed before. But THIS was overwhelming. I started to cry. I couldn’t even disguise it. My whole body was heaving with giant sobs.

I heard Coach tell Mrs. Bramwell, “You wouldn’t believe how many of them cry like babies. Even some of the big football players. They usually wait till after I start paddling, though.”

There was another sound. The office door was opening again. I thought at first that Mrs. Bramwell was finally leaving, but then I heard another woman’s voice. “I was told there was a meeting… Oh my goodness. I guess I walked in on discipline time. Who do you have down there?”

I knew that voice. It was Miss Murphy, my math teacher. I had her class right after lunch. I was going to have to walk into that class knowing she had seen me naked, bent over, crying, with my ballsack hanging down and my butthole on display. Oh my God. I couldn’t stand this. The sobbing increased in frequency and volume.

“Tell her who you are,” Coach commanded. “Now.”

I managed to gasp out between sobs, “Andy… Andy Ferguson.”

“Andy?” Miss Murphy was incredulous. “What did you do to get swats? You’re always such a nice boy.”

I really didn’t have the answer for that. Mrs. Bramwell spoke up. “Hurry and get the boy’s swats over with. Then we have one more stop to drum up some allies. We can’t get outvoted on this.”

Miss Murphy said, “Ummm… maybe I should leave. I’m sure the boy would be embarrassed at two women in the audience for his punishment.”

Coach said, “No. Stay. Maybe it’ll make him think twice next time.”

I thought the swats would never end. I was howling with agony after the first few. It seemed like there were about a hundred more after that. When it was over, Coach told me to stand up and face the crowd. I stood there crying uncontrollably, rubbing my bottom with both hands. I knew this was making everything between my legs flop about, but I was almost beyond caring at that point. Almost.

Everyone was staring at me. Even Miss Murphy, who had shown a tiny bit of sympathy earlier. I guess I was a spectacle no one could take their eyes off of. I was like a car wreck on the highway. A naked car wreck with its wiener flopping around.

Mrs. Bramwell said, “We’d better go find Lacy while lunch is still in session. I’m sure we can convince her to be on our side.”

Coach told me, “Hit the showers, Andy. You still have time for lunch.”

As they filed out the door, Miss Murphy turned back and said, “Andy, I’m s… Just… just don’t be late to class.”

After they left, I stood there in Coach’s office for a while till the crying subsided. As I waited, I kept running the events over and over in my head, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. It was like my life had gone from zero to unbearably humiliating and painful in sixty seconds.

I took my thankfully solitary shower. Then I decided if this was what I had to go through to be able to do it alone, I’d rather take a shower with a hundred other boys. At least they’d be male. And they wouldn’t see my butthole.

Math class was beyond awkward. It didn’t help that my desk was in the second row, directly in Miss Murphy’s eye-line as she sat at her own desk. At least she didn’t call on me to answer any questions like she usually did.

When the final bell of the day rang, I wanted to bolt from the school and never come back. I wanted to just go home and crawl under my bed. But there was one more thing to do that day. My older brother, who was a lifeguard and swimming instructor at the public pool, had somehow persuaded me to take lessons from him. Nathan was nineteen. And aside from the same last name, no one would guess we were brothers. He was athletic and outgoing. He had an easy smile. He was confident. Girls practically swooned at his feet. Over half the females at the pool were there just to look at him in his swim trunks.

It wasn’t like I couldn’t swim at all. I could dog-paddle. But Nathan thought it was shameful that a lifeguard’s little brother couldn’t glide through the water like a porpoise. Mom agreed. So that was that.

The pool was within walking distance from the school. When I got there, I began to get that sick feeling again. I was about to enter another boys locker room. I told myself to get a grip. Nathan wasn’t going to subject me to a humiliating punishment like Coach had, no matter how badly the lesson went. Nathan was ok for a big brother.

He saw me as soon as I came though the gate. He ran up and put his arm around my shoulders, embarrassing me. “When are you going to hit a growth spurt, little bro. I swear you stopped growing when you were seven.” Nathan was well over six feet tall. I hadn’t made it to five feet yet. He looked at the rolled up towel in my hand. “No swim suit? There’s no skinny dipping here, Andy.”

“It’s in the towel, stupid,” I said with a little more heat than I intended. I knew he knew I brought a suit. Today just wan’t the day to tease me about being naked. “Sorry,” I immediately told him. “Hasn’t been the best day.”

“Well, a swim should cool you off.” He led me into the locker room. There were only a couple of men in there at the moment. Two was still too many for me. “That’s my locker there at the end. You can use it since you don’t have your own padlock. Staff lockers are bigger than the usual, so both our stuff can fit in fine. It also has a built-in lock. I only have one key, so I’ll have to let you back into it after the lesson.”

Nathan stood by and waited while I changed into my swim suit. Great. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before, but it had been a long time. And I was especially sensitive about my body that day. The room didn’t have any benches, so I tossed each item I removed into the locker.

“No hair yet, huh?” he noted bluntly. “Jeez. I had a full bush at eleven.” This was why he was only “ok” for a big brother. He must’ve seen a look on my face, because he put his arm around my shoulders again and squeezed. “I’m just kidding, Andy. I’m sure a lot of guys in your class don’t have hair yet.”

I shrugged his arm off. “Don’t do that when I’m naked. It’s weird.” The two men were snickering. This day was just going to stay bad.

The lesson went as well as could be expected. at the end, I still couldn’t swim like a fish, but I was a little more confident.

Afterwards, we returned to the locker room. It was blessedly empty this time. I was going to just dry off and get dressed, but Nathan insisted I shower the chlorine off. “Fine,” I said and slipped out of my swim suit. Nathan started getting dressed. “Why don’t you have to shower?” I asked, slightly outraged.

“I have to make an emergency supply run so we can clean the pool in the morning. Someone screwed up ordering more inventory. So hurry up. I think just about everyone is gone, but I don’t want to leave the open locker unguarded just in case.”

I rinsed off quickly, not even using soap. Nathan was dressed and waiting impatiently when I came back to the locker. “See you later,” he told me. “I called Mom. She’s supposed to come by in about forty-five minutes to pick you up.”

I dried off, then rolled the wet swim suit up in the towel. I set the towel in the locker. Just as I was reaching for my clothes, I heard a woman’s voice behind me. “Oh, there’s someone here.”

What the HELL? I spun around reflexively, belatedly realizing this woman had already seen my bare bottom and I was about to show her my front. But once again, the signal had been sent and I couldn’t abort it. I finished my turn. About four feet away was a rather heavyset lady and a little boy who looked about six years old. I was frozen in place for what seemed like a year. The accumulated humiliations of the day had finally shorted out my brain. I couldn’t move, not even to cover myself up. A voice in my head was shrieking at me to do something. This was the third woman that day to see me totally naked. To see my wiener, my balls, my entire body. Was the whole town going to see everything I had before the day was through?

“Why, it’s Andy Ferguson. How are you, young man?” I recognized her then. I should’ve right away, but I guess the shock had blown my memory circuits, too. It was Claudia Meyers. She lived on my street, a few houses down from mine. She was one of the neighbors I mowed lawns for to earn a little extra money to supplement my allowance. Mrs. Meyers had two children… the six year old boy Liam, who was staring at me curiously, and a daughter Camila. Camila was in my class. We weren’t friends, despite living so close all our lives. Camila was kind of snooty. She was only six months older than me, but acted like I was a mere child compared to her. It didn’t help that she was taller than me. I hated that. She had three girlfriends who were just as obnoxious as she was.

Recognizing Mrs. Meyers broke the spell. I could suddenly move. I spun back around to grab my clothes, or the towel, or anything to cover up with. In mid-spin, my elbow smacked into the locker door, slamming it shut. DAMMIT. I grabbed the handle and jerked it up and down, but the locker wouldn’t open. That’s when I remembered the staff lockers had built-in locks. I needed a key to open it. Nathan had the key. And Nathan was away on a supply run. Oh my God.

“I’m sorry to barge in, Andy. But I need to get Liam changed out of his suit. We won’t get in your way.”

“Mrs. Meyers,” I said miserably, still facing the locker. “I’m naked.” I was close to crying again.

“I could tell that, honey. But there’s no need to get embarrassed. I’m a mother. I’ve seen it all.”

I wanted to tell her she hadn’t seen MY all. But as of that day, she had. She and two other women. How could they be so blasé about something that was so horrifyingly humiliating to me. I was a BOY. I was thirteen years old. I wasn’t a child. They shouldn’t be seeing me like this. And they acted like it was nothing. I was intensely aware that Mrs. Meyers was seeing me completely unclothed, head to toe. And she acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary. Couldn’t she see how this was affecting me?

She continued, “I see Liam here naked in the bath every day. So you have nothing to fret about.”

“Liam is six,” I blurted out. “I’m thirteen.”

“You’re still just a boy, honey. Now why don’t you finish getting dressed while I get Liam changed? You can tell me how school is going. Your mother said your grades are doing very well.”

“Mrs. Meyers?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I can’t get the locker open. It’s locked and I don’t have a key.” I was finally crying.

“Oh my goodness. That IS a problem. Let me see.”

She came over and put her hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me away from the locker. Now I had a terrible choice… cover myself in front with my hands and let her see me that way, or continue to face away from her and let her see my bare bottom. I chose my front. At least the really embarrassing parts would be covered. Besides, it felt weird to have a conversation with someone with my back turned to her.

Mrs. Meyers looked at me with my hands clutched over my wiener. “Andy, you’re just being silly.” I knew she’d already seen it, but I was determined she’d never see it again.

She reached out both hands. I started to step backwards, thinking she was going to pull my hands away. But she used her thumbs to wipe the tears off my cheeks. God, this was awful. That made me feel like a baby. “Stop crying now. We’ll find a way to get it open.”

“Mom, what’s taking so long? Oh.”

I spun around again, my hands flying away from their protection duty. Camila was standing just inside the door to the locker room. Shock froze me once again. I had to learn to handle these unexpected situations better than this. Especially since it looked like my life had become nothing but a series of awkward encounters. Camila was staring at me, her mouth open, looking as shocked as me. But then she closed her mouth and a slight smile tugged at the corners. She brazenly looked me up and down. Then only halfway back up. Her eyes settled between my legs and stayed there. I made a squawking noise and covered up again.

“Mom,” she said, still not taking her eyes off me. “You said everyone was gone.”

“Well, I thought they would be. Even if they weren’t, I had to get Liam changed. And boys don’t belong in the women’s locker room. You remember Andy, don’t you?” Mrs. Meyers wasn’t even looking at her daughter. She was fiddling with the locker handle, seeing if she could open it. I guess since I was a BOY, I was too stupid to know if it was locked or not.

Camila walked closer. She kept her eyes on target. I looked down to make sure my hands were covering everything. They weren’t. The head of my wiener was still visible. I spun back around to face the locker. Now, of course, my bare bottom was in full view. But at least I couldn’t see her gloating expression.

“Yes,” she said. “I remember Andy. I’ve never seen him like THIS before.”

“Oh hush, Camila. Don’t tease the boy. He’s already upset. His locker won’t open and he can’t get his clothes.”

“Mrs. Meyers, this is embarrassing,” I blurted out. “Camila’s in my class at school. She can’t see me naked like this. Tell her to leave.”

“Hush that up now. Camila’s seen Liam plenty of times. She’s even helped bathe him. She knows what a boy looks like as well as I do.”

“But I’m not LIAM.” My voice broke. “I’m Andy. And I’m thirteen years old. This shouldn’t be happening to me.”

Camila walked around till she could see my face in profile. It was only then she realized I was crying. I turned to her to silently beg her to please leave me alone. I just couldn’t take much more of this. Surely the tears on my cheeks and snot running out of my nose would cause her to take pity on me. But when I saw the look of glee on her face, I knew I had another problem. A big one. Camila was the kind of girl who’d take great pleasure in spreading this all over school. My life would be hell after that. I mouthed, “Please don’t tell anyone.” This only made her smile more.

She leaned towards me till her face was only inches from mine and whispered, “That naked ass of yours is MINE, Andy. We’re going to have so much fun. Well, I am at least.”

Oh my God.

Mrs. Meyers announced, “It’s definitely locked. I’ll go see if the manager has a key.”

“Nathan said he had the only one,” I told her.

“Nonsense. There has to be a spare key somewhere.” She headed toward the door. “I’ll be back in a jiffy. Andy, be a dear and take Liam to the shower to rinse off while I’m gone.” Without waiting for a confirmation, she was out the door.

“You heard her,” Camila said. She looked at me expectantly.

Great. I couldn’t refuse. Mrs. Meyers was an adult and had given me an order. But how was I going to rinse Liam off while keeping Camila’s prying eyes off my wiener and the rest of me? The bank of lockers I was facing at least protected half of me. Out there in the open shower room I’d have nothing at all for cover. As I reluctantly took Liam’s hand and led him to the shower area, Camila danced around me playfully so she could see me from all angles. She was singing, “La da dee dee da da dee.” Over and over. She was really enjoying this. What had I ever done to HER? I kept one hand over myself, but knew that really only made me look silly as well as naked. And why did these locker rooms have to have such bright lighting?

As I turned on the water, I asked Camila without looking at her, “Please don’t tell anyone about this. I know we’re not friends. But we’re not enemies either. If you tell ANYONE, it’ll be all over the school in an hour. I’ll be teased every hour of every day. Forever. Please. Don’t do this to me.”

I stopped to address Liam. “Take your suit off and stand under the water. Make sure to wash the chlorine out of your hair, too.” I handed him a bar of soap from the tray.

Camila said, “You’re asking me for a favor, a big one, and you’re not even bothering to give me what I want. You’re a very presumptuous boy.”

I asked, “What do you wa…?” Then I knew. Of course. I dropped the one hand still covering me and stood there with it all on display in front of her. It took every last bit of willpower I had to intentionally reveal myself to her that way. “Satisfied?” She stared at me between my legs again with unabashed delight. I hated her with a passion.

“Mmmm. Not quite. But we’re getting there. I think you need to take a shower, too.”

“I already had one,” I told her.

“Take ANOTHER.” Her voice had changed. It was the voice of a girl who could do anything. She could ruin my life and love every moment of it. “I want to see you soap yourself up real good. Everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE.”

“Then… then you won’t tell anyone? You really won’t tell?” The whine was back. I was making this worse by degrading myself like a pathetic little wimp.

“We’ll discuss the terms later. For now, start soaping. Get yourself good and lathered before you get under the water. I’ll tend to Liam, but I’ll be watching YOU.”

I started to work on myself, rubbing a second bar of soap over my chest and stomach.

“You did hear me say everywhere, didn’t you?”

“I’m getting there,” I snapped. “But what about your mother? She’ll be back any moment.”

Right after I said this, I heard the outer door open and close, then a rattling sound from the locker area. Maybe she actually got a spare key from the manager. After a few moments, Mrs. Meyers came around the lockers to the shower area. “Oh, good idea. I’m sure you need a bath, too. That chlorine is bad for your skin. Camila, you do your brother while Andy showers. I had been thinking of just a quick rinse, but it looks like we’ll have time for a full, proper bath.” She looked directly at me. “I see you’ve finally realized there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s no reason for boys to be modest. They’re not girls.”

I was dying inside. “What… what about the key?” That’s when another lady came around the corner. Mrs. Meyers hadn’t come in alone. I had automatically thought of a man when Mrs. Meyers mentioned the manager earlier. But the manager was obviously a woman.

“I just now tried the one I had up front. I thought it might be a master key, but it’s not.” She looked at me. She didn’t seem any more shocked at a naked teenaged boy, or any more willing to look away, than any of the other women that day. My privacy wasn’t very high on their list of priorities. “Your brother is going to be about three hours. The supply house is over in the next town. But we’re closing in half an hour and we can’t have you going home to your mama like that. A friend of mine is a locksmith. He’s lives close, but his truck is broken down.” She turned to Mrs. Meyers. “If you can drive me, we can be there and back with him in about twenty minutes.”

“Certainly. See there, Andy. You didn’t need to cry. There’s always a solution.” Wonderful. Now even the pool manager knew I was a big crybaby.

After they left, Camila gave me a look. I knew what it meant and started soaping myself up again. She turned Liam away from me. At least she had SOME sense of decency.

While she bathed her brother, her eyes never left me. I wondered if Liam had any idea what was going on. I rubbed the soap all over my entire body. She let me know whenever she thought I missed a spot. “I think you need more between your buns. I’ve heard boys are really nasty in there.” “Now those hairless little armpits.” “And your thing. Do it some more.” “More than that. Rub it in real good.”

All that rubbing produced an unfortunate result. Despite my state of mind, there was only so much touching and slick soapy rubbing my wiener could take before doing what wieners did. To my horror, it got hard. Really hard. I tried to turn away, but Camila yelled, “Nope. If you try to hide it, I WILL tell everybody at school about today. And I’ve got a lot more to tell than I did just a few minutes ago.”

“I’ll deny it. I’ll say you’re lying.”

“Who do you think they’re going to believe, Mr. Hardon? Me. And even if they didn’t, it’s too good a story. You’ll still get teased every day. You’ll never live it down. You’ll be known as the pervert showing his little hard thingee to an innocent young girl and her little brother in the shower.

She was right. People believe what they want to believe. And this was something they’d REALLY want to believe. This was a very small, very boring town. Especially for kids. They got their entertainment where they could. And I would be that entertainment for a very long time.

I started soaping my wiener again. “Enough with the soap bar. Use just your hand now.” I set the soap aside and started rubbing the slick shaft with my hand. This was the most horrible day of my life, but my wiener was really enjoying it. I had to admit, it felt incredible. Better than it ever had before. Did Camila know about this? What boys did with their wieners? How could she? It didn’t seem possible that a girl her age could know such a secret boy activity like that. But she seemed to know exactly what to tell me to do. It had to be a coincidence, I told myself as I unconsciously slipped into the kind of stroking I did when I was alone.

If Camila really did know about it, did that mean ALL girls knew? When they saw me at school, did they know what I did with myself in bed and in the shower? That was unthinkable.

Camila had been washing Liams hair, but stopped. “Keep it up. And when it happens, don’t you dare turn away. I want to see your stuff squirting out.”

Oh my God. She DID know. That meant other girls knew, too. I was going to live in a constant state of embarrassment from now on, whether Camila told everyone about my naked day or not. Another thought hit me. If girls knew, then women certainly did. All my teachers. Mrs. Meyers. That manager lady. They all knew I played with myself. And… and my MOM. Oh please, not my Mom. Not her.

Through all of these terrible realizations, I didn’t stop stroking. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. My hand knew what to do and was on autopilot. I didn’t realize it at first, but I was moaning while I slid my hand back and forth on my soapy appendage.

When that moment had almost arrived, awareness came crashing back down on me. I looked at Camila with alarm. I pleaded, “Don’t look. Please. You can’t see…” That was all I could say. My stuff started pumping out of me with a force I had never experienced before. It shot across the shower room in multiple bursts. The feeling was so intense I couldn’t stay silent like I had to do at home. I almost screamed, “Oh. Ohh. Oh God. Ohhhh.” This went on till all my stuff was strung out across the shower room floor. The warm shower spray was washing some of it down the drain.

I dropped down to my knees, my wiener still in hand. I kept tugging and pulling at it, producing more sensations. I made little noises with each one. More stuff dribbled out onto the tile floor. I watched it. I had always liked to see my stuff coming out of me, whether in geysers or trickles. I kept squeezing till nothing was left inside. And kept on squeezing because it still felt so good.

I slowly became aware of something else. I looked up from studying my wiener. Camila had squatted down right in front of me, leaning in to watch me dribble, too. Oh my God. She had seen it all. She had seen me stoking and squirting and dribbling. And I had become so involved in pleasuring myself, I hadn’t even thought about her. In fact, even at that moment I was still playing with it while she watched. I was still making those little noises of pleasure. I jerked my hand away. This time I said it out loud. “Oh my God!”

“Oh my God, indeed. Though, I don’t think God likes little boys doing what you just did.”

I had been humiliated all day, and now I had humiliated myself. And this one was the worst of all. I tried to stand up, but lost all strength and fell over backwards on my butt. My legs were spread wide, bent at the knees. Camila was still staring between them. Suddenly, she grabbed both legs behind my knees and shoved me over onto my back. She continued pushing till my knees were almost touching my chest and my bottom was up in the air. Then she looked down, seeing what the women in Coach’s office had seen earlier that day. Only much closer. “There. Now I’ve seen all of you.” She raised her eyes to look at my stricken face. “Every bit of you from every angle. You have no secrets from ME, Andy Ferguson.” She looked back down at me. I wouldn’t have thought that wicked smile could get any bigger, but it did. This girl was a monster. I tried to struggle, but couldn’t put up a fight. She’d won. I just lay there and let her look. If I had thought giving in would make it more bearable, I was wrong. Every moment my most private are was bared to her was an agony of humiliation. I started crying again. Or maybe I’d never stopped.

Camila remarked, “Your balls look funny like this. And the next time I have you in this position, I just might make you pee all over yourself. Won’t that be fun?” While I was trying to decide if she was serious, she let go of my legs. “Get up, nasty boy.” I did. “Liam, you keep looking over there till I tell you. This is big kid stuff.”

I stood before her, not trying to cover up. She said, “Here’s the deal, Andy. No negotiations. You do what I say or it’s all over school tomorrow. Got it?”

“Yes,” I mumbled, looking down.

“I have three very good friends. You’ve met them. Mabel, Krissy, and Helen. I’m sure they’re going to want to see what I’ve seen today. I know a little more about boys than they do. But they’re curious. They want to learn. You’re going to satisfy that curiosity. You’re going to show us what we want, and do what we want, whenever we want it from now on. And that includes telling us all your nasty little secrets. How often you play with yourself. What other dirty things you do. Everything. And later, I might bring in another girl or two. Or three. Maybe four. It could end up being more than that. But at least it won’t be the whole school. Right? They’ll be sworn to secrecy, of course. As long as you do everything we tell you to, today and all the days to come will be our secret. Deal?”

“Deal,” I said. I was still too spent physically and emotionally to feel anything. But I knew when the lethargy wore off, the horror would begin.

“Now finish your shower before they get back. I’ll finish Liam.” As she started rinsing him down, the boy turned to me and gave me a sympathetic look. So he DID have some idea what was going on. I wondered what Camila put HIM through.

We were all back waiting by the lockers when the others returned. There were two additions. First was the locksmith, who was male. That was a shocker. I was expecting another female to see everything I had. He looked at me and shook his head. “Damn crazy kids.” Then there was the second.

Mrs. Meyers announced, “She was pulling in the same time we were.” My mother looked at me in exasperation. “Andy Ferguson. How did you manage this one?” Mom hadn’t seen me naked in about three years. And that last time had been embarrassing enough. Now, at thirteen, I wasn’t emotionally equipped to stand there naked in front of my mother. Especially on that day. I looked at her, Mrs. Meyers, the manager lady, the locksmith, Liam, and the evil Camila… and burst into tears again. Liam patted me on the leg and said, “It’ll be okay.” I hadn’t known he could speak.

Mom looked even more exasperated, but came up to me and pulled me into a hug. I didn’t even mind. I needed a hug. For a few moments. Then I wriggled out of her arms. “Mom, don’t hug me when I’m naked. It’s weird.”

After the locker was open, everyone stood around and talked while I tried to get dressed right in the middle of them. Most of their conversation centered around how troublesome boys could be. I was flustered and in a hurry, so I kept making a disaster of the simple act of putting my clothes on. When I noticed I had my right leg in the left side of my jeans, the locksmith said, “The boy DOES know how to dress himself, right?”

That night I lay in bed for hours, sleepless with anxiety over what my life was going to be like. How many girls were going to see me naked? And see me doing what Camila made me do in the shower room? What else would they make me do? I knew instinctively they’d keep trying to outdo themselves. And there was that disturbing comment about pee. Oh. My. God.

I was reasonably sure they’d keep it all a secret. Otherwise, the fun would be over. So I didn’t have to worry about the rest of the school knowing. Unless the day came when they demanded something I couldn’t bring myself to do.

Late into the night, I finally had to do what I normally did when I couldn’t sleep. And it felt really, really good.