Swim Competition

Swim Competition 6 and 7

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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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Part 6

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Special thanks to EC, who revised this part as well as 4 and 5, corrected mistakes, and made the stories easier to read.
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In the meantime, Emilie took her phone out of her pocket and called Sandra. She reported the situation to her. Sandra chose two more boys: Florian and Felix. They got their coin and an order to buy one bar each. Florian and Felix were confused. The other boys hadn't come back yet.

Florian: "What about Mark and Jonas? I thought we were to go two at a time!"

Sandra: "That's true but the security guards caught them. That's why you both will go now. We can't wait half the night."

All six boys couldn't believe their ears.

Stefan: "They must go back to the school and we must help them!"

Sandra: "We can't help them. They only can help themselves. Now go!"

Florian and Felix didn't move a muscle.

Florian: "We are dead. They will call the police and bring Mark and Jonas back to school and Herrmann will kill us all with the paddle." The boy was in a panic.

Sandra: "You have to calm down!" She put her hands on the boy’s shoulders. "Two possibilities. First: Mark and Jonas talk the security staff into letting them go. In that case, you would still have to complete your task if you want to avoid the consequences. Second: They call the police and you are all fucked. We girls would deny everything. Possibility one is quite probable, that’s why you both should move on. If we came back too late, Herrmann would spank you anyway."

Felix and Florian couldn't believe how much worse their situation got since this morning.

Sandra: "The positive aspect is this: the security staff is busy, they won't catch you!"

The boys didn't say a word, took the coin, and went on their way.

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Mark and Jonas stood in front of the desk. One of the security staff sat behind the desk and the other one, the fat one, stood between the boys and the door.

"What are you doing here?" The interrogation had begun.

"Shopping!" answered Mark.

He was still scared like hell but his anger overlaid his fear. The boys showed the men the two coins. Jonas thought at least there would be no strip search necessary and almost smiled.

"Tell me, why are you naked! I don't think this is legal."

Jonas: "I really don't know whether this is legal or not. We are naked because we are part of the school swim team."

Mark supported his friend: "We always have to swim naked. We have a competition tomorrow. Our swim instructor decided we have to stay this way." He had explained this more than one time, it got easier but he still felt his face burning.

Jonas: "We just wanted to buy some chocolate."

"Naked?"

Mark suspected the two men were stupid.

"Yes, naked. We are always naked at swim competitions!" Mark could not keep the embarrassment out of his voice.

"You don't seem like you feel comfortable with your nakedness. It can't be the whole story!" the fat man said. "What about your backsides!"

The boys just wanted to vanish into thin air.

Mark: "We talked back to our teacher. He … used the … paddle!"

Jonas: "We came in here voluntarily to buy something. That's all. We didn't do anything wrong. We didn't steal anything."

"No, obviously not!" the man behind the desk joked. "I think I have to call the police. They will bring you two naked boys back home!"

"No," the boys shouted almost simultaneously. Jonas wasn't sure if he could survive the embarrassment if his parents would learn all about this.

"There is another option we may offer you, boys!" the fat man said in an overweening tone. Both men smiled.

After some seconds Jonas asked: "What?"

"A few photos, I want to feel you up and of course …" the fat man paused, "… a blow-job!"

Mark stood there unable to say anything.

"Or the police!" the other man said. "You decide!"

Many seconds went by until the fat man smacked Mark's left cheek with his hand. "Make a decision!"

Mark looked at Jonas. Both boys nodded. "We take the option without the police." Jonas didn't want to say out loud he agreed to give a blow-job.

The fat man locked the door from the inside. The boys knew they could never overpower him to get the key. First, the men took photos with their phones. The blushing boys had to stand upright. They photographed their fronts, sides, and backs. They had to put their hands on their heads, and had to kneel. Both boys had to bend down and separate their butt cheeks which were photographed from nearby. The men also did some close-ups of their penises.

"Can't wait to show these images to my friends, they wouldn't believe me catching two nude boys here in the store."

The boys swallowed hard. The fat man sat down on the chair beside the desk and ordered Mark to sit on his lap. The boy obeyed reluctantly. The man had his hand behind the boy's back, holding Mark's nude skin on his left hip. The boy felt the hard penis on his butt. The man caressed the boy’s chest down to his flat belly until he reached his penis. He started to stimulate the boy who couldn't help but groan. Jonas got a similar treatment from the other man. After Mark's penis was rock hard and at the edge of orgasm, the second time today, the fat man put the boy on his feet, lowered his trousers, and presented his hard, short dick.

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Felix and Florian had already paid for the chocolate and had arrived at the hideout. They had no problems in the store, just the common explanation at the checkout. Sandra sent the last two boys on their way to buy the last bar of chocolate.

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The man sat down again and waved the boy between his feet. Mark knelt. He felt the man's hands on his head and his mouth was led to the cock. Roughly the man stuffed his dick into the boy’s mouth until his lips were at the base of his cock. Mark choked. He moved Mark’s head up and down with his hands and let the poor boy gag every two seconds. The security man had always dreamed of having such a beautiful nude boy between his feet. After about ten minutes, he felt the climax coming up and shot his load directly into the boy’s mouth.

"Swallow!" the man ordered and hit the boy in the face. Not too hard, but Mark felt the pain. He swallowed the foul-tasting liquid. Jonas finished a similar treatment about a minute later.

"You can go now boys!" The fat man unlocked the door. "Have fun and thank you!" the men smiled happily.

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There were again six naked boys in the hideout. They brought the chocolate bars back. There were still two boys and two chocolate bars missing.

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Mark and Jonas were running back to the point where the security staff had caught them and continued their search for the candy shelf.

Jonas: "We will never talk about this with anybody. Never. That never happened."

Mark: "We have a pact!"

No more words were necessary, both boys would take it to the grave.

Jonas: "Look, there …"

Mark: "The fucking candy shelf!"

The desired chocolate bar was found quickly and the boys had to stand in line at the checkout behind two customers. Mark caught Emilia behind a shelf made of paper box, watching the two boys. He whispered his discovery into Jonas' ear to make sure he didn't accidentally cover up.

Of course, the boys had to explain to the customers and the woman at the checkout why they were naked. They were tired of this, but there was no escape. Finally, they had paid for their chocolate bars and were on their embarrassing and humiliating way back to the hideout, where they delivered the two chocolate bars. To their relief, Mark and Jonas found out that the other four boys already finished their mission.

Sandra: "You have mastered this challenge very well."

The three girls who watched the boys in the store appeared at the hideout.

Sandra: "I promised you this was the last task we force you through. We keep our promises. I am pretty sure you will find your way back alone; just be there before Herrmann."

All of the girls got up from the grass and began their walk back to the dormitory. The boys remained seated on the grass on their naked butts. Mark thought about the disgusting taste he had still in his mouth and he remembered clearly the smell of the man’s dick. The boy suppressed another gag. The girls were out of earshot quickly, and Mark asked the boys from group two: "How was your way to the park?"

Felix: "Horrible, there was a big outdoor restaurant, a hotel where people were exiting a bus and a fucking hot dog stand."

Florian: "We had to explain this shit a hundred times!"

All the boys were tired and would have been able to sleep here in the grass until morning. The sun had finally gone down and it was pitch dark in the park.

Mark: "At least we can walk back through this park in the dark. I suggest we take our route back, we have a huge residential complex and many houses, not much more."

They started their way back. Without their minders, the boys covered their nakedness. It was not much, but it increased their well-being, at least a bit. The park wasn't deserted but the few people who saw the boys didn't feel responsible for them.

After they had almost passed through the whole park, it was Michael who suggested they take advantage of the situation and jerk off. The boys had tried not to attract attention and were brutally tired, but all of them accepted Patrick's idea to meet at a specified tree after they finished. All eight fanned out and merged with the darkness.

Mark did the same as all the others. He knelt behind a bush, his prick already at attention, and started to jerk off. He thought about the day. The humiliation and embarrassment had increased hour by hour. He thought about the vulnerable condition he was still in, stark naked and alone in a dark park, still no access to clothes for almost 24 hours, and he wasn't sure if Herrmann knew anything about their little excursion. Mark remembered the pictures the security staff took of him, he was sure both of them will jerk off looking at his naked body again and again, and he remembered the hard spanking that morning. Strangely, his thoughts didn't kill the sexual arousal, his rod was rock-hard. Suddenly he heard a moaning voice in the distance, he knew it was one of the other boys. He wasn't able to think any longer about anything else. This time he wasn't forced to interrupt the increasing climax. He shot his load into the damn bush. The boy fell to his side and lay in the grass. He concentrated on staying still. He was still in this humiliating situation, but now he was enjoying himself, the feeling of the climax and the incredibly big load he shot into the greenery, even his nakedness, the cool grass, and the cooling air from the hot day. Sadly, he didn't have all the time in the world. He got up and walked through the dark back to the tree. He had to wait a few minutes until all the boys arrived.

Jonas could hardly believe it, he had given up hope to get the opportunity to jerk off in privacy.

The group left the park behind and passed the housing estate. There were still people on the balconies and the boys had to walk under bright street lamps, but there was no one who could stop them. They had to cross the four streets, passing by a large number of one-family houses but the only incident was a passing car. They quickly climbed the familiar fence when they reached it.

The last part of their way was at the school property, hopefully deserted. The boys could hardly believe it but they met nobody until they reached their dormitory. It was almost eleven at night. The girls greeted the boys, asking them sarcastically how their walk was. There was no answer to this question.

Mark: "Did your two counselors came back? Did you see Herrmann?"

Emilia: "Two times a no ... so it looks like you weren't caught!"

Eve: "But you should wash yourselves. Your feet are dirty, also your body from lying in the grass at the park."

The boys examined themselves, the girls were right. In this condition, Herrmann would think the boys didn't shower as he had ordered.

Felix: "I am sure the shower in the main building is closed. Maybe even the main entrance."

"Could you check the girl's shower here in the basement?" Patrick asked Sarah hopefully. "If it is empty we could use it quickly."

Sarah decided the boys had suffered enough and fulfilled his wish. Eve, Emilia, and Sarah kept watch while the boys hurried to shower. They took towels from the shelf, only to dry themselves, they didn't want to provide the girls a reason to let Herrmann spank them, not so close to the end. The towels flew into the big laundry basket and the nudies ran back to their room.

Michael: "Thank you girls!"

Eve: "No problem!" The girl still hadn't had enough of viewing his naked body.

Jonas: "You don't mind if we go to bed now?"

The girls laughed about the submissive nature of the question.

Sarah: "No, I think we should go to bed ourselves. We will do a long hike tomorrow. Sadly, you will have this swim competition, I would have enjoyed your naked company."

Eight blushing boys lay down on their beds, without blankets. One of the girls switched out the lights. In less than one minute all the boys fell asleep.

Something alerted Michael, even in his sleep. He woke up, lying on the lower level of one of the double bunk beds, the naked Patrick beside him. He opened his eyes and looked directly into Herrmann’s face. Herrmann had tried not to wake the boys, but Michael heard him anyway. The teacher signaled him with his right hand to follow him. Michael moaned silently in his mind as he stood up, noticing his penis had again gone rock-hard in his sleep. Great, he thought, imagining how he looked, sleeping naked on his back with an erection. His pulse increased, he didn't have the slightest desire to stand in front of his teacher like this. Submissively he followed him out into the corridor where the boy closed the door as quietly as possible.

The corridor was brightly lit and Michael stood where Herrmann had pointed him. The two women who would sleep in the dormitory and Herrmann stood directly in front of him. Michael knew the difference. Mark hated his forced naked condition and the humiliation, but in a strange way he could have taken some pleasure out of the situation. But not Michael, he only hated it. He didn't want to stand there in front of the three adults in this sober corridor, the hard tiles under his feet and his penis pointing straight up. He put his hands behind his back, holding the right wrist with the left hand, feeling his round butt on the back of his hand.

Part 7

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Special thanks to EC, who revised part 7, corrected mistakes, and made the stories easier to read.
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"I am just curious!” Herrmann began. "Why don't you boys use your blankets?"

Shit, the boy thought. He hadn't thought of an excuse, now he had to think quickly.

"Ohm …” he was stuttering but suddenly had the solution. "You told us not to touch the blankets until you tell us to!" Michael prayed that would convince him, it was just half of the truth. Herrmann told the boys he'd tell them when they were to go to sleep, but he didn't. They were already asleep when he came back from the restaurant. The boy couldn't read Herrmann's facial expression.

"I think you are right, boy!” Herrmann grinned like the two women.

Michael's penis went down slowly in a half circle. This wasn't less humiliating than just standing there with a hard-on. He felt his face reddening.

"You can go back to bed!"

Michael started to turn back to the door but stopped. "Sir? May I use the blanket?" he asked.

Herrmann thought about an answer for a few seconds. "No, it wouldn't be fair to the other boys and I really don't want to wake them."

Michael knew that Herrmann wasn't interested in the boys' sleep, or in fairness; he just wanted to keep them as naked as possible. Nevertheless, he gave him a 'Yes, Sir!' and went back into the dormitory.

One of the women followed him shortly. He had no clue why it was only one and what the other one was up to. The boy wasn't interested and fell back to sleep.

Paul and Felix slept restlessly since both boys lay in a bunk bed beside the one used by Eve and Emilia. Both girls were aware of the nude boys beside them. Paul and Felix were awakened more than once by hands on their penis or butt cheeks. Most of the time the girls slept with their arms wrapped around the boys' bodies. The boys were smart enough not to resist the girls' touches. They couldn't even say they were uncomfortable, they just wished for a blanket and the right to touch the girls themselves.

The next morning Michael was awakened by Patrick. It was already light in the room from the sun. Herrmann stood in the doorway, apparently in a good mood.

"Get up boys, time for breakfast!"

The girls and one of the two women climbed out of their beds, looking sleepy like the boys. The other woman seemed like she had been awake for a while. The boys had to line up in the corridor, their backs to the wall. Their teacher ordered them to say goodbye to the girls and their counselors. That was another example of what Michael hated so much, apart from being naked. He wasn't allowed to say goodbye by himself, he had to do it in military style, checked by Herrmann.

The boys walked to the back door of the school building, knowing Herrmann was staring at their naked butts. This time the door was opened by the key Herrmann got from Goldstein. This way to the dining room was much shorter, and the boys had to stand in line to get their breakfast. Because of the upcoming swimming competition, the breakfast was light: a bowl of cereal with water to drink. The breakfast didn't take long and Herrmann ordered the boys to bring their dishes back.

Suddenly Herrmann heard the breaking of dishes. he turned around and saw Michael looking down at his bowl, which lay on the floor in many small pieces.

"That earned you ten!” the teacher said smoothly.

Michael's pulse increased and he stared at Herrmann with an open mouth. All the boys tried to avoid everything that would lead to a spanking. Michael was upset, but it was no surprise that Herrmann would take the accident as an excuse to spank him. In truth, Herrmann was disappointed that the boys all behaved so well. He wanted to see more red butts at the competition. Mark's marks had faded away almost completely. One had to look very closely to find the last remnants of red stripes. Jonas's marks were still visible, but much less distinct than yesterday.

Monika showed up to clean the broken pieces but she wanted to watch the spanking first, like the rest of those present.

Herrmann sat down at the bench where the boys ate their breakfast and ordered Michael to his lap. The boy walked slowly in his teacher's direction, his head bowed and hands clenched into fists. The unfortunate boy had to lie over Herrmann's lap, even though he wasn't seven years old but fourteen. Herrmann used the paddle he carried almost everywhere. The first contact with the up-sticking butt echoed through the room, followed by a painful scream. Otherwise it was silent in the dining room. Nobody moved, all looked at the teacher and the boy who got his punishment. Herrmann paused between the smacks, he wanted to give the boy time to feel his exploding backside. Slowly but mercilessly he gave the boy one hit after another until he reached ten. Michael was crying and sobbing, snot was running down his face mixed with tears. The seven remaining boys saw the redness of his cheeks, the intensity seemed higher than after Jonas' spanking. Michael was standing again; the snot was dripping on his chest. The whole room was still watching. Herrmann apologized for the broken bowl and thanked Monika for cleaning up the mess.

Then he ordered the boys to the locker room. The group walked in the direction of the back door where they opened a door opposite the shower room. It was the locker room for the guest swim team. The room was empty except for three benches.

Herrmann gave the boys their swim uniforms: eight blue bathing caps. Because the boys did not need to undress they put on their caps and walked through the second door of the room, which led the group to the outside pool. The school building was between the dormitory and the outside pool.

The boys had the chance to look at the pool for the first time. It was a pool like any other, on the long side of the pool were three rows of chairs, the bleachers. On the opposite side of the pool was the street, about 150 feet away. The boys took note of the lack of privacy they would have to endure for the next few hours.

There were already visitors sitting on the chairs. No relatives of the eight boys traveled to watch the competition but there were obviously family members of the host team present and several other people. Suddenly Mark got a shock. He walked to Jonas and pointed secretly at some chairs. Jonas recognized the two men, the security staff who forced them to give them blow-jobs. The two boys got soft knees, but there was nothing to do but follow Herrmann’s order to line up in front of the audience to give them time to look at their naked bodies.

A second door opened and the host team appeared. Another eight nude boys, with red caps, the same age, but they were not forced to shave their body hair. They just had a few hairs, but they looked a lot more mature. Mark looked at the new boys' penises, as they examined his. For the first time since yesterday morning, he didn't just wish for some clothes, but for his hair back. He realized how much younger he looked; others might say how "cute" he looked. The boy trembled all over. The second group lined up like the first one, and all the nude boys had to greet the audience respectfully.

First was the warm-up. Herrmann and the trainer of the red team agreed to jumping jacks first. All 16 boys had to do the exercise with their front to the bleachers, in full view of the audience. Herrmann encouraged Felix to do the jumping jacks with more enthusiasm by hitting him once with the paddle. All the boys were jumping up as high as they can, knowing they had to do it properly, in the air they clapped their hands above their heads and spread their feet wide, knowing their boy parts were wagging around. They had to repeat the exercise with their backs to the audience. Patrick, Florian, Paul, and two boys from the other team, had a problem that they couldn't solve: they did the jumping jacks with a boner.

The second warming-up exercise was just running around the pool. The area was still dry. The boys had to run 10 laps around the pool, encouraged by Goldstein and Herrmann to do it fast.

The last warmup was some kind of stretching exercise, Goldstein explained that this was an important thing to stretch the muscles. All sixteen boys had to line up with their backs to the bleachers, feet apart, trying to touch their big toes with their fingers without bending their knees. Once again Mark was aware of what was happening here: in this position, every person on the bleachers had a perfect view of his intestinal outlet, his penis, and his testicles, while he and his mates had to hold position. After a very long minute this humiliating exercise was over.

The first competition was 400m freestyle. Mark, Felix, Patrick, and Florian were the first ones to compete against four boys from the other team. The rest of the boys watched them but were quickly involved in a conversation.

Ben: "What happened to you? This looks terrible."

Michael blushed but wanted a good understanding with the opposite team: "That was our swim teacher. I broke a bowl at breakfast."

Ben: "A fucking bowl? He did this to you because of a broken bowl?" The boy could hardly believe it.

Christian: "We never get spankings. Is that common at your school?"

Michael: "Sadly, it is."

Christian: "What about … ohm …" The boy didn't dare to ask.

Jonas: "The shaving?" he asked, feeling his face flushing another time.

Christian: "Ohm … Yes!"

Michael: "Another order from our swim teacher." The boy wiped away the last tears, his butt was on fire. "He said we would swim faster without any hairs."

The boys with the red caps lifted their eyebrows. They had nothing comparable in their swimming lessons.

It was the first opportunity for the boys to look at the board, mounted on some pillars.

- 400m freestyle

- 400m breast

- 200m butterfly

- 400m backstroke

It didn't seem too hard in Michael's view. This may come to an end, the naked boy prayed.

The first competition ended. Principal Goldstein informed them of the result, holding a stopwatch in his hands. Team blue won.

The next competition was 400m breast. The next two groups took their positions, feet stretched out, hands down to their feet, their butts were the highest point now, awaiting the signal to start. Mark looked at the two security men, they took the chance and blinked at the blushing nude boy. The whistle blew and eight boys jumped upside down into the water. This time the red team won.

A short break followed. The boys chatted about the differences between their swimming lessons. The host team had just to be naked while the lessons or competitions take place, there were no other incidents like spankings or standing with hands behind the head. The guest boys hoped the secret they were forced naked in the last 24 hours would not come out. Ben chatted openly about their swim lessons, nudity was required and they had to follow orders like the guest team. Their clothes were behind a locked door and the host team had to wait until their teacher unlocked the door, but at least their clothes weren't miles away. The boy mentioned the nearby busy road with the pavement. All the boys tried to ignore the street, that’s why Michael only noticed now the pedestrians who were walking by, some of them were intentionally conspicuous, standing and watching.

Michael thought about when his pulse went down to normal over the last twenty-four hours. He thought it was only at night when he was asleep. Fuck this, the nude boy thought another time. The bleachers on one side, the street on the other, Goldstein, Herrmann, and the opposite team’s trainer running and commanding the boys around. There was no escape. Michael noticed Mark's penis was rock hard again, like two boys of the host team whose names he didn't even know.

The break ended and it was again Mark, Felix, Patrick, and Florian who were in line for the 200m butterfly. This time it was Felix who was responsible for his team’s victory. The eight boys stood beside the pool.

The visitors liked the show the boys presented and encouraged them as loud as possible. It wasn't the same atmosphere as a stadium, but they were trying their best.

Another break ended and the last competition was 400m backstroke and the second half of both teams took position.

It was a thrilling last race with a very close ending but Goldstein declared team red the winner. Eight naked and exhausted boys were holding themselves at the edge of the swimming pool while Goldstein explained to the boys and the visitors they had a draw. Two wins against two wins.

But Goldstein had the solution to determine a winner. The principal ordered Patrick, Felix, and two boys from the host team to follow him. He led the four naked and confused boys away from the pool, approaching the street until they reached a parking lot about 200 feet away from the pool. The parking lot could only be reached by the street along the pool and was the special place where the school staff could park their cars. On the way to the cars, the two members of the opposite team were shielding their penises with both of their hands, while Patrick and Felix were aware of the fact they could be seen by Herrmann and left their hands at their sides. Near the parking lot, the nude boys got attention from two or three passing cars that honked. They reached the principal’s car; Goldstein unlocked it and opened the trunk. Inside was a big, blue bag. The four boys were ordered to take the bag by each of the four corners and carry it down to the pool. Patrick and Felix communicated silently and took position behind the two other boys. So, they made sure the two boys who were covering up on their way to the parking place were seen by everyone in their full glory while Patrick and Felix could "hide" behind them. The bag wasn't that heavy but it was difficult to keep hold of the corners, the boys needed both hands.

Breathing somewhat heavily, the boys dropped the bag near the pool, where they were ordered to open it and throw the content into the pool. All sixteen naked boys had to jump into the pool. The cool water felt good on Michael's still sore bottom. The special rope from the bag, floating at the surface, was the next combat. One group had to pull against the other one, and the group that reached the edge of the pool would win. Of course, their feet didn't reach the bottom, they had to swim.

The competition was long but the blue team emerged victorious. Of course, this wasn't a serious competition to decide a contest, just an unofficial meeting in the summer holidays.

Mark rested by holding himself at the edge of the pool and thought about the different kinds of being naked. Most of the time it happened at the school's indoor pool with just their teacher present. The most embarrassing was the hallway between pool and locker room. Another example was the few competitions they had over the last year, there were more people around, all of them staring at his nudity. There was no reason to watch the boys, the visitors were there to watch the competition. School lessons and competition had one thing in common, they were naked and the clothes were locked away until the end.

The third one was different. Mark never fantasized about this one, he had nightmares about being naked in unbelievable situations but he had never dreamed about what happened here. He had never thought about being stark naked for such a long time and at so many different locations and situations. The boy thought about the upcoming afternoon. Their arrival back at their school was scheduled for the evening. Herrmann may have more embarrassing surprises in store for him and his friends. He felt his penis hardening again. He looked around blushing.

"We have another hour!” Goldstein declared. "Boys, you can swim freely, but don't forget the pool rules. If you have some questions or just want to talk," the principal turned to the audience now, "don't hesitate to ask me, the swim instructors or the boys themselves!"

Mark was happy that he could stay in the water, his once-again hard penis wasn't as obvious. The audience got up from the chairs and gathered in small groups around the pool.

The unofficial character of the swim competition made an award ceremony unnecessary. Mark and his friends were not unhappy about this. None of the boys wanted to stand on any kind of pedestal to get a plastic medal.

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