By Zynder
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* * * * *Middle School Swim Team - Part 3
by Zynder
I wake up
early Friday morning. Sleep didn’t come easy for me. I tossed and
turned all night long. Nerves, of course. Not about me being able to
qualify. I can swim fast enough to qualify easily. It’s being naked
doing it that has my nerves frazzled. As much as I’ve been naked at
home and as many people have seen me naked you would think I would be
used to it by now, but I’m not. I’m probably just as nervous now as I
was when coach first announced nude swimming.
I hardly eat any
breakfast which I know is wrong. You need as many calories as you can
put in you to swim fast. But my stomach is turning to many flips to
eat much of anything. I get to school early, because we have a meeting
with coach before school starts. I’m surprised that not only are the
eleven of us swimming try-outs are here, but the rest of the swim team
is here also.
“I’m glad to see the eleven of you that signed
up to do try-outs are here. To be honest with you all, I expected a
few more to drop out. I want to congratulate you on your bravery. I
know this is going to be really difficult for you. So, to provide
moral support the entire swim team will dress out in our practice
uniforms for try-outs.”
“Coach. Are you saying you want all of us out there naked?”
“Yes, Bryan. You are the Captain and I expect you to lead the way for the rest of the team.”
“But Coach. Most of the school will be watching us.”
“Exactly. What better way to show your support to these new boys than
to stand with them as they try out for the team. Besides guys. You’ll
be nude for our first home swim meet, you might as well start getting
used to it.”
Looking around, I see that the regular team look
as nervous as us now. The good thing is that I’ll get to see the
entire team naked. Talk about seeing puberty boys. I bet some of the
eighth graders that are already fourteen will look even bigger than
Trevor.
“So, after the last bell today, everyone come to the
locker room and strip off and then wait for me to announce you before
coming out onto the pool deck. I will announce the swim team first,
individually, starting with the Captain. You will file out as your
name is called and walk around to the team bleachers and stand facing
the spectators. You will remain standing until the last of the new
swimmers are announced and walk out to line up at the end of the pool.
Once everyone is out and in place I will announce the try-outs are to
begin and then the regular team members may sit or line up along the
edge of the pool to encourage the boys trying out to swim harder.”
“Is everything clear?”
“Yes, Coach!”
“Very good then. You are released to go to your first class.”
My first class starts with role call and the announcements.
“Today, immediately after school, Boy’s Swim Team Try-outs will be held
in the pool. In accordance with the new rules for this year all
tryouts will be done nude. Come to the pool and support your fellow
students in their effort to join the swim team.”
If there was
any doubt before that some of the students didn’t know that we were all
going to be swimming naked, they for sure know now. Of course, the
naked swim trials is the talk of the school. Fortunately for those of
us that actually have to swim the trials, no one knows who we are, so
we aren’t being bugged. That isn’t the case with the members of the
swim team. Every one of them have a mob surrounding them between
classes. Lunch isn’t much better. Of course, I really can’t eat. My
nervous stomach is still flipping around.
“Trevor. You’re not eating either?”
“No. I’m afraid it will come right back up.”
“Same here. So much for all that nude time we did to try and make this easier on us.”
“True. Not much help, but I’m still glad I spent all that naked time with you. It was fun.”
“We’re still going to be naked together at home aren’t we?”
“Sure. It’s too much fun not to keep doing it even if it isn’t helping with our nerves.”
After lunch the day drags on very slowly. I would have thought it
would have been just the opposite. Like time rushing me to my doom
instead of causing my nervousness to last longer.
I doubt if I
remember anything any of my teachers taught in class today. My mind
has been on the nude try-outs and nothing else. I, along with everyone
else watch the second hand on the clock count down to the end of
school. We watch for different reasons, of course. Almost everyone is
counting down time looking forward to seeing live naked teenage boys in
school. A few of us are watching the clock as a countdown to our
doom. For me it’s a countdown to my ultimate embarrassment and
humiliation. It’s a countdown to when I have to show every kid in my
school my naked penis. The one thing that has surprised me is that I
never once thought of not trying-out. I have so looked forward to
being on my school’s swim team for so long, that not doing this never
crossed my mind. Well, not much anyway.
The school bell rings, marking the end of the school day.
The hallways are packed with kids heading to lockers and then to the
pool. I go to my locker. It’s the weekend and I don’t have any
homework, so no books going home with me. I’m not even taking my
backpack home. Once I’m bookless, I start my way to the boy’s locker
room which is on the opposite side of the pool from where everyone else
is going. Once I leave the main hallway, this side hallway only has a
few boys in it and we’re all going to the locker room.
“Okay.
Those just now getting here, get naked and line up over here against
this wall. Team swimmers over here and try outs over there. Be quick
about it, I need to know who’s here and who’s chickened out before
Coach comes in.”
I would prefer to take my time and be one of the last ones naked, but Bryan, the Team Captain, isn’t having any of that.
“Let’s go guys, I want to see everyone naked, now!”
I pull my briefs off and go stand next to Trevor. We are standing
opposite the team, so I can see all the team members naked and yes,
they have big hairy dicks. They are all in puberty.
“You. What’s your name?”
“Trevor.”
“How old are you Trevor?”
“Thirteen.”
“Where are your pubes? I expect to see these twelve-year-olds bald, but you’re in puberty, so how come no pubes?”
“Cullan’s dad told me about back in the day when boys used to swim
naked for meets that they shaved their pubes off so they could swim
faster. They got burr haircuts too.”
“So, you shaved off your pubes?”
“Well, I didn’t. Cullan’s mom shaved them off for me, because I didn’t want to cut my dick off.”
“So, do you think you’ll swim faster without hairs down there?”
“Yes. It only makes sense that if you are smooth you will go through the water faster.”
“Listen up. All swimmers with pubic hair or armpit hair or chest hair
or any hair other than what’s on your head, get it shaved off before
next practice.”
“Brian! You going to take the word of a newbie about this?”
“No, I’m taking the word of Cullan’s dad who was around when boys used
to swim naked and knows how they prepared to swim faster. So, shave
off your hair. Got it?”
“Yes, we got it. We don’t like it, but we got it.”
Coach walks into the locker room and looks at all of us standing totally naked.
“Okay boys. I know that this is embarrassing for you, but I want you
all to know how proud I am of you doing this for me and your school.
And! Just so you all know, you look awesome naked.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
It’s a weak reply, but we do reply to Coach’s compliment.
“The bleachers are full to overflowing. Standing room only in there.
We had to move some bleachers to accommodate more students. So,
everyone, when you come in walk to the starting blocks. Team bleachers
have been moved to the middle of that short wall. Boys trying out for
the team, because of the crowd and lack of deck space to stand, I will
call you out one at a time. After you swim, then you go stand in front
of the team.”
“Bryan. How’s the count?”
“Everyone is here.”
“Thank you boys for coming. I wish all of you luck. Try and ignore
the crowd. Remember, you don’t have to set a school record, but you do
have to meet the qualifying speed in all strokes.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Coach!”
Coach leaves and we all get ready to expose our naked bodies to the
entire student body. This whole naked thing is supposed to be for
encouraging people to come and see us swim. According to Coach, we
need the numbers to go up, so the swimming program can at least pay for
itself. If the numbers don’t go up, we all know even though Coach
didn’t come right out and say it, he implied that the swimming program
could go away. So, if I have to walk around and swim naked to keep the
swimming program alive, then I’ll go naked, no matter how humiliating
it is for me.
“Jonesboro Middle School welcome to your
swimming team’s Try-outs. Today we have eleven young men who are vying
for a place on the team to represent you. We have five spots. So,
five lucky young men will make it on the team. The others will be
alternates. Why do we need so many alternates you might ask? Well, as
you know, this year the swim team will compete at all home meets in the
nude.”
We all can hear a roar go up. Coach must have said
something about us being naked. There is nothing like saying naked to
get a roar out of preteens and teenagers.
“You might
understand that being naked in front of your peers is embarrassing and
for some boys devastatingly humiliating. Some might not be able to
stand up to the pressure of being naked in front of all of you. So, I
have a huge favor to ask. We want you to have fun. We all know that
getting to see your team naked and for many of you this will be the
very first naked boys you will have seen, so yell and have fun. But we
also want you to be respectful to these boys. They are extremely brave
to do this and we want you to have fun, but also be careful not to run
any of your swimmers away. We CAN’T afford to lose any of our
swimmers. We do want to win at our meets, so we need every swimmer we
have. Can you do both? Can you have fun with our naked swimmers and
be respectful to them at the same time?”
Another big cheer goes up. We have no idea what this cheer is about. Probably still something about us being naked.
“Okay. To start the Try-outs, we are going to introduce your official
swim team who have chosen to support the boys trying out by wearing
their official Home Meet swimsuits.”
A cheer goes up.
The door opens and the girls coach is holding it open. It’s time. I
look over at Bryan and he is biting his lower lip. He’s obviously as
nervous as the rest of us. He’s the Captain and he’s nervous. But
then how can you not be nervous knowing you are going to be out in
front of everyone stark naked?
“Your Captain. Bryan Williams.”
I watch Bryan take a deep breath and then he steps out the door to an
uproar. Whistles, yelling, cheering, cat calls, you name it, we can
hear all of it.
“Your Assistant Captain. Jason Harvey.”
Jason follows after Bryan to another huge roar as he steps out the door.
One by one, each swim team member steps out that door to loud roars.
It doesn’t seem that anyone has gotten tired of seeing naked boys.
They yell just as loud for each boy who steps out there.
“That is your current swim team.”
More yells and cheers. When it dies down, Coach moves on to the actual try-outs.
“Now to begin the try-outs, I will bring one boy out a time. He will
swim his laps and then the next boy will follow him until all eleven
boys have tried out.”
No one told us boys in what order we
would try out. So, we don’t know if it’s going to be alphabetically or
chronologically or just random.
“Our first swimmer is Cullan McGregor.”
Me! Why me? I freeze. Trevor grabs my arm and pulls me to the door.
Then two other boys push me out to a roar of cheers and laughter. Yes,
they saw my penis. Or more than likely didn’t see it. The door lets
me out at the correct end of the pool, so I only have to walk the width
of the pool, but it seems like Coach is a mile away. Off to my right
are all the naked swim team. They are standing on the bleachers, so
they are stair stepped, so everyone can be seen. I finally get to
coach and I feel really sick. I’m on full display and I can see people
pointing and laughing. I also start to hear a chant. It’s low at
first.
“Ti-ny! Ti-ny! Ti-ny!”
“Cullan. Try an
ignore them and concentrate on your swim. There is a lot riding on how
you do. You do want a place on the team, right?”
“Yes, Coach.”
“Okay then. Concentrate and do your best. You will climb up on
starting block number three. That gives you your lane to swim in.
Stay within the ropes. You will swim your normal freestyle crawl down
and back then switch over to the backstroke down and back and then you
are done. So, four lengths of the pool. You understand?”
“Yes, Coach.”
“Okay. Climb up on the starting block and go at the sound of the gun.”
I walk over and kneel down by the pool and splash water over my face
and upper body. I do this not only to get wet before diving into the
pool, but to give myself some time to calm down from all the chanting,
laughing and teasing. I’m embarrassed way beyond even what I thought I
would be, but now to get a position on the team I have to swim my best,
which means I have to be calm and concentrate. Once I have calmed down
some, I climb-up onto the starting block as the chanting gets louder
and louder.
“Ti...ny! Ti...ny! TI...NY! TI...NY!”
I take my position and the gun goes off. I hesitate a slight bit, but
I spring off the block harder than I normally do. I hope I made up for
that hesitation. Once I’m in the water, I get into the zone. Stroke,
Stroke, Breathe. Stroke, Stroke, Breathe. I touch the end of the
pool and make my turn. Stroke, Stroke, Breathe. Stroke, Stroke,
Breathe. I make my flip back at the starting block and flip over on my
back and begin my backstroke. The backstroke is my best stroke. I can
put all my power into it. I glance down at my body. Where most boys
would have a periscope popping up into the air. My body is sleek. My
minuscule penis doesn’t break the water’s surface, which means I have
less drag. I reach the end of the pool and make my flip and head back
to the finish. I give it my all. Every last bit of energy I have
left, I expend it on the finish. I tag the wall and stand up. I
quickly look up at the timing board. It gives my times for each length
of the pool. Every time is a qualifying time. I have made it on the
team. Now, I just need to hope my times are fast enough to get a
starting position.
I jump up out of the pool with so much
adrenaline pumping through my body, that I raise both fists into the
air and start jumping around on the pool deck like Rocky Balboa. I’m
the champ in my eyes.
“TI...NY. TI...NY. TI...NY!”
The chanting continues, but now it seems to me as a chant of victory
and acceptance, instead of a chanting of ridicule and humiliation. Now
it sounds more like the ROC-KY chant.
“Well swam Cullan or should I say Tiny?”
“Tiny is good enough for me Coach.”
“Go stand in front of your fellow team mates. You made the team.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
I walk over and high five the team members standing on the lower level
of the bleachers. I stop in front of Bryan, the team Captain.
“Well swam, Tiny.”
“Thanks, Captain.”
“Our next swimmer to attempt qualifying is seventh grader Kevin Collins.”
I remember Kevin from our orientation and I have two classes with him. We wait and no one comes out the door.
“Kevin. It’s time for you to qualify.”
All of a sudden we see a boy stumble out the door almost falling face
first onto the pool deck, as if he was pushed out the door. When he
stands up, he has a bald three-inch boner sticking up. The spectators
laugh hysterically at the sight of him standing there with his boner on
display. Kevin realizing what he is showing off, grabs his penis to
cover it up. His face is bright red. There is an obvious battle going
on in his head. He wants to qualify, but he also wants to run and
hide. His humiliation in front of the entire school is devastatingly
horrific. I feel for him. I know how he’s feeling. We all watch as
he slowly walks toward Coach looking at the crowd as they make fun of
him. He gets three-quarter of the way to Coach and he freezes. He
just stops and stares. I can tell he’s losing the battle. The crowd
of teasers, hecklers and laughers are getting to him. I see him turn
to run back to the locker room.
That is when I walk fast
towards him and get to him just before he makes a break for it. I put
a hand on his shoulder and lean in to talk to him, soft enough, so only
he can hear me over the noise that the students are making.
“Kevin. You can do this.”
“I can’t. They all saw my boner.”
“Kevin, we all get boners. Don’t let that stop you. Own it. Show it off.”
“I can’t. It’s so embarrassing.”
“I know it is, but it will be just as embarrassing if you walk away. You want to be on the team don’t you?”
“Yes. More than anything.”
“Then drop your hands and let them see your boner and we will walk over to Coach together.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Kevin. I know you can. Own it. I had to own my tiny penis. It isn’t
going to go away, not even when I get puberty. Your boner will shrink
back down. So, just own it and go qualify.”
“Will you walk with me?”
“Yes. I’ll stay by your side.”
I wrap my arm around Kevin’s shoulders and we walk to Coach.
“Sorry Coach. I’m just so embarrassed right now.”
“Kevin. Boys get boners. You just happen to be the first today. I’m
sure you won’t be the last. What you need to do now is get control
over your emotions and concentrate on your qualifying swim. Can you do
that?”
“I’ll try, Coach.”
“Tiny. Thanks. I heard
them chanting at you from in the locker room which is what caused me to
get a boner. I felt your embarrassment. But I got this now. You can
go back to the team.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I got this. I can’t get any more embarrassed than I am right now.”
I walk back over to the team, while Coach gives Kevin his instructions
for his qualifying swim. As soon as I get back to the team, Bryan puts
his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging them.
“Good job, Tiny.”
I stand still and let Bryan massage my neck and shoulders that have
gotten really tensed -up, as I watch Kevin mount the starting block.
The gun goes off and he is swimming. I watch as each time lights up on
the board and he is doing really well. When he finishes his swim, he
qualifies. He then walks over to stand beside me with his normal soft
penis.
Thanks Tiny. I almost blew my chance to be on the team.”
“But you didn’t. You made it through it. And excelled.”
The next boys qualify, but not with very fast times. Fast enough to qualify, but they probably will end up as alternates.
“Our next swimmer to qualify is eighth grader, Trevor Godwin.”
Trevor walks out the door immediately with his arms in the air waving
at the crowd. I can’t believe he isn’t at least a little bit
embarrassed being naked in front of everyone. If he is, he sure isn’t
showing it. The crowd loves him. Maybe, that’s what it takes. If you
don’t show you’re bothered by being naked then everyone likes you and
you don’t get teased about it. I do hear some comments from the crowd
about him being hairless, but they are also making comments about him
being the only boy so far with a real dick. Well, guess what
everyone. He’s the only one of us in puberty. Heck, the rest of us
are only twelve and some just barely.
Trevor gets his
instructions from Coach and starts his qualifying swim. He is fast.
He is faster than me, but I already knew that from practicing with him
in our pool at home. Every leg of his swim he is posting faster times
than me. He finishes his qualifying swim posting the overall fastest
time. He’s all smiles when he gets out of the pool. Just like me, he
raises his fists and dances around like Rocky. Unlike me, that
flopping of his penis causes him to get a boner. The difference
between Kevin and Trevor is that Trevor just keeps on celebrating
letting his boner flop all over the place.
“Boner Boy! Boner Boy! BONER BOY! BONER BOY!”
The crowd keeps chanting and Trevor keeps dancing. Finally. Coach
tells him to go stand with the rest of the team, that he definitely
qualified.
The crowd keeps chanting. As I look around, I see
four other boys with boners. Kevin has another one and three of the
regular team have boners.
As the crowd notices other boys with boners the chant changes.
“BONER BOYS! BONER BOYS! BONER BOYS!”
I doubt the school thought out this part of their plan to get more
butts in the seats for home meets. Our school team just got a new
nickname. We will never be called the Jonesboro Sharks every again.
We will forever be called the Jonesboro Boner Boys.
“Kevin your face is red.”
“Ya. But at least I don’t feel so alone with my boner this time.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have one too, since they are contagious.”
“I’m not almost thirteen like you. Your boner is a sure sign that puberty is almost on you.”
“You think so?”
“Yep. My dad says when I start getting boners all the time, then I’ll
be starting puberty. So, Kevin, it looks like you can look forward to
a bigger penis soon.”
“Awesome.”
The next swimmers come out one by one and all of them qualify. So, all of us are on the team.
“The times have been reviewed and I’m about to call the names of your
five new starters. I will call them off fastest time on down. If you
hear your name, make a victory lap and then go and stand up on the
bleachers with your team.”
There is no doubt who was the
fastest. Actually since I went first, I know which boys qualified. I
know, I qualified with the third fastest time. My hesitation kept me
from being second. There was no way any of us were going to beat
Trevor, but I almost beat Kevin.
“Trevor Boner Boy Godwin.”
The crowd goes crazy as Trevor walks around our end of the pool with his arms raised high.
“Boner Boy! Boner Boy! Boner Boy!”
“Kevin Red Faced Collins.”
“Red Face! Red Face! Red Face!”
“Cullan Tiny McGregor.”
“TI...NY! TI...NY! TI...NY!”
“Victor Long Dong Walburg.”
“LONG DONG! LONG DONG! LONG DONG!”
It looks like Coach has decided to give all of us nicknames for today.
I don’t know if anyone else’s will stick, but I’m sure mine will,
because it was my fellow students that gave it to me. As for Victor,
his nickname is obvious. For just turning twelve last weekend, his
long dong is four-and-a-half skinny inches in length.
“Randy Pee-Pee Evans.”
“PEE WEE! PEE WEE! PEE WEE!”
Randy’s penis is only one-and-a-half inches long, but that isn’t so odd for a twelve-year-old before he starts puberty.
“All of the rest of these boys have qualified to be your alternates and
will practice with the team and go to all Meets, and substitute for
swimmers that for whatever reason can’t make a Meet. Give them all a
Joneboro Middle School hand.”
The crowd cheers.
“Boys spread out across the deck so everyone can see all of you.”
I sort of wonder if Coach means, see each of you or like he said, see all of you, like in every square inch of you.
“Jonesboro Middle School. I want to present to you, The Jonesboro Boner Boys!”
“BONER BOYS! BONER BOYS! BONER BOYS!”
The entire room erupts into a cacophony of noise. Kids are stomping
the bleachers and yelling and chanting and it’s complete pandemonium.
I think maybe Coach got what he wanted. Excitement about swimming at
Jonesboro Middle School.
I watch as eight boys pop boners
with the chanting and to my surprise I pop one too. We are living up
to our new nickname. I wonder if before we are introduced at Home
Meets if Coach doesn’t make us give ourselves a boner, before going out
onto the pool deck? That will sure shock the visiting team. It will
also totally humiliate me and embarrass at least half the team, but to
get butts in the seats, I can see Coach asking us to do that.
We file off the deck in single file waving to the crowd as we walk
through the door to the locker room. Once out of sight we all take
deep breaths and try to calm ourselves down. Our emotions are high and
I suspect range across the spectrum. Going naked and showing off
boners isn’t something preteens and teenagers do on a regular basis.
“Guys! Congratulations on everyone qualifying. Good job holding it
together out there. I realize just how difficult this has been for all
of you. Shower, dress and you will find the school athletic bus just
outside the door. Climb aboard and I’m taking you all out to an
all-you-can-eat, pizza buffet. Don’t worry about calling your parents;
school staff is doing that and inviting them to celebrate with you at
the pizza place.”
We all cheer and go get in the showers and
have fun grab-assing with each other. I know my penis is pulled a good
half dozen times. We all end up with boners and we chant as we play
around.
“We are the Boner Boys! Just look and see. We proudly show them to you and me. We are the Jonesboro Boner Boys!”