Little English Boy
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Copyright 2024 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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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
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My name is Robert Wilson and I first met my best friend, Richard
Cook when we had both moved up to secondary school in year seven. Our
new teacher sat him next to me since we both came from the same part of
town. We’d never met before as I’d gone to the town’s primary school
whilst Richard had been sent to the same small private school where
both his mother and grandmother had gone. It was less scary being at a
new school with someone in the same boat, especially as we were only
eleven, and we quickly became best friends. It was very different being
at secondary school, especially with PE. At my primary school, we only
had 15 minutes of exercises in the playground twice a week, but here we
had a large gymnasium with wall bars, ropes, and many other unfamiliar
devices the sports teacher had available to torture young boys like me
and Richard. That first afternoon was PE and we were among the last
boys to get to the gym. Miss Julian was already taking the girls
upstairs to their changing rooms to get ready for whatever outdoor game
she had planned, leaving the 25 of us year seven boys to wait outside
the lower changing rooms for our teacher. The last girl had just
disappeared up the stairs when he came in and gave us his welcome
speech.
“Welcome to year 7 PE. My name is Mr Davison and you will call me sir at all times.”
No bother for me, as I always called teachers sir or miss. That was when he took his hand out from behind his back.
“I
expect you to obey every one of my commands instantly, with no argument
or discussion, unless you want to meet my friend here. Is that clear?”
As he tapped that large slipper on his palm, some of us mumbled ‘yes sir’ others just nodded. He was not satisfied.
“IS THAT CLEAR!”
We all jumped out of our skins at his roar and he got our unanimous and unequivocal response.
“YES SIR.”
“That’s
better boys. Go in the changing room and take all your clothes off,
then wait for me. At my command you will walk into the gym in silence
and line up in height order, at attention with hands by your side.”
One boy queried what he said.
“Err… Did you mean we have to get… err… naked… err… sir.”
“Are you deaf boy? That’s what I just said. You’re all boys together, so hurry along now.”
Apart
from my mum, I had never been naked in front of anyone before, and I
would have been about six when she last bathed me. I was not the only
boy who was shocked and several of us held back. Unfortunately, I was
nearest to Mr Davison and met his friend in what we were all quickly to
learn was his signature form of encouragement.
“Oooooowwwwww!”
He held up the slipper and gave a roar.
“MOVE YOURSELVES! THE LAST BOY UNDRESSED GETS A GOOD SPANKING WITH THIS SLIPPER.”
Mr
Davison followed us waverers inside and went into a room off our
changing room. That had a picture window so he could see what we were
all doing. Richard had already taken everything off before I got in,
and was now standing naked with his arms folded. Being under Mr
Davison’s ever watchful eye, I’d never got undressed so quickly and was
soon standing red-faced alongside Richard as I confessed my problem to
him.
“I’m finding this a bit embarrassing Richard, as I’ve never been naked in front of others before.”
“My
last school, The Gables, was actually for girls but grandma put me down
for the school before I was born. She knew the headmistress, Miss
Prendergast, very well and it was agreed that while I was still a
little boy I could attend. I started there in year one and was taught
with the girls for six years, right up to this July. Miss Prendergast
was strong on the outdoor ethic for young children so PE was done
outside with the swimming pool being open air. Those lessons were
always in the nude, but I was five when I first went there, so
stripping right off was no big deal at that age. By the time it might
have been an issue, we’d all been that way for so long it hardly
mattered. You’ll soon get used to it.”
Having to be naked in front of a lot of girls must have been so awful for Richard. Then it hit me what he’d just said.
“You don’t mean the girls were naked too!”
“Being
a girls school, The Gables only needed one changing room, so we all got
undressed together and showered together after. Girls are the same as
boys except where we have our willy and balls, they have a slit called
their kitty.”
That was when Mr Davison came out in his track
suit, and the room fell silent. We were all checking each other out.
I’d never seen another boy’s willy and was surprised to see some were
quite different to mine. The taller boys looked smug as they stood,
hands behind their back, displaying lots of hair between their legs
with long dangling willys having the head peeping out and a large sac
with big balls swinging below. Two willys looked really weird, having a
purple mushroom on the end. I surreptitiously sneaked a peek at
Richard’s and saw he had no hair and was the same size as me with his
sac also snug below containing next to nothing, but his little willy
had a small purple mushroom on the end, unlike my point of loose skin.
Mr Davison glared at Fred Angove who was the last to get his clothes
off.
“WHAT’S YOUR NAME BOY?”
Fred looked round, hoping someone still had at least a sock on, and gulped as he realised he was last.
“Err… Angove sir.”
Mr Davison surveyed his class of naked year seven boys then pointed towards the gymnasium.
“You will all walk in and line up. Angove, you’ll stand by the vaulting horse. I’ll deal with you before we get going.”
We
all went out into that large open hallway linking our changing rooms,
the stairs down from the girls’ changing room, the gym, and the doors
to the outside sports pitches. I heard female chatter with a multitude
of footsteps on the stairs. It was the girls! A boy in front of me went
to cover up, only to shriek at becoming the second year seven boy to
meet Mr Davison’s friend.
“Oooooowwwwww!”
My bottom was already sore, and I just managed to stop myself in time. We got another order.
“KEEP THOSE HANDS BY YOUR SIDES. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU BOYS EMBARRASSING THE GIRLS BY TOUCHING YOURSELVES.”
The girls giggled as they ogled their boy classmates standing out in this open hallway stark naked. We got our orders.
“You are all young gentlemen, and gentlemen always allow ladies to go first. Stand back and let the ladies file out.”
Miss Julian trotted down the stairs and gave her fellow teacher a smile.
“I’m dreadfully sorry Mr Davison. I’d quite forgotten the boys’ routine on this their first afternoon here.”
I could feel my cheeks were burning as she turned to our beaming girl classmates.
“Now girls, I saw you were running on the stairs, and all bunched up. That is dangerous as you might trip.”
I swear she gave Mr Davison a slight wink.
“You girls will get in single file and WALK down the stairs as you go outside to the pitch.”
The
girls were more than happy to obey their sports teacher, as they took
their time getting into single file, then slowed right down to walk
past us at a glacial pace.
“That’s much better girls.”
By
now my face must have gone scarlet as we had to stand there with Miss
Julian eying us too. Richard saw one of the girls and gave her a wink
but I’d no idea why. After every girl got their eyeful of us boys, Mr
Davison told us to carry on. Entering the gym, I saw a lady at the far
end who looked like a nurse, with two girls in school uniforms beside
her. They were probably just three or four years older than us. Mr
Davison reminded us of his earlier order.
“Line up in height order, at attention with hands by your side.”
We were a bit too slow for his liking.
“AT THE DOUBLE!”
As we all snapped to it, the nurse came over with the girls in tow. Mr Davison folded his arms and spoke.
“Here
in the gymnasium, boys will normally wear just gym shorts with no
underwear so air can freely circulate when doing your exercises.
However, this is your first day here and the school needs you to have a
physical in order that your vital statistics can be recorded at the
start of your secondary school career. You will each have two physicals
a year so we can monitor your progress through puberty and beyond. As
you need to be checked all over by different medical staff, it will
clearly take longer if you have to get your shorts off several times,
and then have to put them back on again. It would be unhygienic to put
them down on floors or tables, and we find it much easier if we start
with you boys all naked so Mrs Hawkins our school nurse, assisted by
Miss Gill and Miss Rudkin, can do your physicals in the minimum time.
There’s no need for any of you boys to worry, as you’ve got nothing
they haven’t seen before.”
Miss Gill looked down to check us
boys out. She gave those smug boys a smile, but she ignored me and
Richard who had little to show. Mr Davison glared at a very nervous
Fred by the vaulting horse, then smiled at her.
“Miss Gill, we
have a small matter to deal with before we get the physicals underway.
Would you be so kind as to put Angove over the horse and hold him in
the normal position so I can attend to him.”
“Yes sir.”
She
grinned as she went behind the horse and grabbed Fred’s arms to pull
him right over so his bare bottom faced us boys as his legs dangled in
mid-air.
“Right Angove, these six slippers are to help you
become quicker and improve, an essential in all forms of sport. After
each slipper you will count out what number it is, then how many you
have left, and thank me for helping you to improve. Got that Angove?”
“Err… Yes sir.”
We heard Miss Gill speak to Fred as she saw that slipper heading full power for his bottom.
“Here it comes. It’s going to hurt like hell you naughty little boy.”
“Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww.”
His legs flew all over the place as he screamed, then we saw Miss Gill give Fred a smirk.
“There
little boy. I told you it was going to hurt, but that is only what you
deserve for being naughty. Now tell your teacher what number that was,
how many you have left, and don’t forget to thank him for helping you
to improve.”
“One sir. Five left sir. Thank you for helping me to improve sir.”
We flinched at five more loud whops echoing round the gym as we had to watch Fred’s bare bottom turn purple.
“Have you have learnt your lesson to be quicker next time Angove?”
Mr Davison was a demon with the slipper and Fred was almost in tears as he snivelled his response.
“Y…y…yes… s…s…sir.”
“Now get back in line.”
After setting that powerful example of his unchallengeable authority over us boys, Mr Davison smiled at the nurse.
“Would you like to take it from here Mrs Hawkins?”
“Thank
you Mr Davison. Right boys, your physical works like this. Miss Rudkin
will get your basic details and take all your key measurements to enter
them on your medical record card before passing you over to Miss Gill
who will ask you a series of questions. Some will be very personal but
every single one is required. You must answer all questions truthfully,
then you come to me for a full medical scrutiny. When your physical is
over, you will line up at attention alongside the opposite wall until
all you boys have been done. We will start with the smallest boys
first.”
She pointed to me as I stood next to Richard.
“What’s your name boy?”
“Wilson miss.”
“OK Wilson, you’re first. Go over to Miss Rudkin.”
As I stood naked in front of this older girl in her impeccable school uniform, she gave me a reassuring smile.
“I
realise this is your first physical Wilson, and it might seem a bit
strange. Everything we do is necessary and it will soon be over, so
relax and do as I ask. Would you like to help me out by filling in the
first few boxes on your card?”
“Of course miss.”
She
passed over a pen and I filled in my name, date of birth, parents’ name
and address, plus our doctor’s name and address, then gave the form
back for her to check. She looked at the card, then I got a friendly
smile.
“It’s see that it’s Robert. Hop on the scales please Robert.”
She
recorded my weight, then directed me to stand by the wall. She slid the
wooden bar to the top of my head and read off my height and put it on
the card. She put the tape right round me to get my chest measurement
and wrote it down.
“OK Robert, take a deep breath and hold it in for me please.”
I
did as she asked, and my expanded chest measurement went on the card.
She hadn’t told me to breathe out, and I was starting to go red, when
she saw my predicament.
“Oh, I’m sorry Robert, you can exhale now.”
She saw my relief at finally being allowed to breathe out and gave me a smile.
“Get your legs apart and stretch your arms out wide for me please Robert.”
She
measured from fingertip to fingertip, then she took my inside leg
measurement. I squeaked when the back of her hand pushed my snug balls
up to get the end of the tape just right. I got her smile.
“Sorry Robert.”
She wrote the figures down then continued.
“I need a few more measurements Robert.”
I was shocked as she pulled all my loose skin right back to pop out my little pink head.
“You are uncircumcised Robert, so I obviously have to retract your foreskin to get accurate measurements.”
That
seemed reasonable, but only my mum had ever touched me there, and it
had been five years since she last bathed me. I must have gone red as
she manipulated my willy so her tape measure could get the required
details. She then lifted my snug sac and gently felt each of my balls
all over before putting the tape measure alongside.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I Robert?”
“Err… No miss.”
I heard her muttering as she filled in more boxes on my card.
“Penis
type: uncircumcised. Flaccid length: 1.4 inches. Flaccid circumference:
2.1 inches. Testicle check: two, both descended with no abnormalities.
Testicle length: 0.6 inches. Obvious defects of the genitalia: none
observed.”
She smiled at me as she lifted up my willy and
passed her fingers all over my snug sac as well as the skin surrounding
my genitals, then got a magnifying glass to check the same area.
“Your hair has not begun to come through yet Robert. There’s no need for you to worry as I’m sure it won’t be long.”
She turned back to the card, and I heard her mutter ‘pubic hair: none’.
“A couple of things still to go Robert.”
She picked up my willy and gave me that reassuring smile again.
“Don’t worry Robert, as this won’t hurt.”
At
that time, I was totally ignorant of all matters below the waist and
she was being really nice to me. I wasn’t worried at all as she began
to slide my loose skin back and forth so quickly. It came as a surprise
to me when, in just a few seconds, it went hard and stuck up in the
air. The last few months, it had been like that every morning when I
awoke, but my dad had said that was normal and not to worry. She smiled
at me as she picked up the tape to obtain the larger dimensions of my
stiff willy. Turning to my card, I heard that muttering as she filled
in the appropriate boxes.
“Curvature of the erect penis: none. Erect length: 2.4 inches. Erect circumference: 2.8 inches.”
Her thumb and fingers held my still stiff willy as she stood to the side and gave more reassurance.
“This
final test is similar to the last one Robert but has to be timed. Now,
you might get a funny tingling after a while, but don’t worry as that
is quite normal. It’s very important that you don’t interrupt me while
the test is underway.”
She checked her watch and started the
test. My willy went rigid as the loose skin became a blur. That funny
tingling she mentioned started, then it was so incredible it was almost
unbearable. I was breathing quickly and did start to worry as I thought
I was going to pee, but she had told me not to interrupt her until it
was over. The tingling had become wonderful now and I really didn’t
want this to end, but then she looked at her watch and let go.
“That’s my last test. I just have to check the results and we’re all done Robert.”
She saw the huge grin I must have had on my face.
“I think you found that test rather nice, didn’t you Robert?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Yes miss. That funny tingling was amazing miss.”
She
returned my grin as she put her thumb on top of my willy, then pressed
her middle finger gently underneath. She gave a light squeeze and
pulled slowly along my rigid willy several times, then wiped her index
finger across the tip. She checked the end of her finger which I saw
was dry, so I hadn’t peed after all.
“The results are all fine Robert, and everything is quite normal at your age.”
She picked up my card, but I had no idea what she was muttering about.
“Time to ejaculation: no ejaculation or pre-ejaculate fluid even after the full two minutes.”
I saw her put a ring around one of the numbers at the bottom of the card, then she gave me a big smile.
“That’s
it Robert, we’re all done and my tests show you are a perfectly healthy
11 year old boy. I can confirm you are at Tanner stage one, as puberty
has not yet begun and you are still a little boy. As far as I’m
concerned, you’ve been the most perfect little boy while I was getting
all your details. Don’t worry, as puberty will not be long starting,
and you’ll soon be a big boy. Take your card with you Robert and see
Miss Gill for the next part.”
Apart from being naked, this physical hadn’t been too bad so far, especially Miss Rudkin’s mind-blowing last test!
“Thanks miss.”
She
called for the next boy, who was Richard, and, just like my mum always
did after she had finished my bath, sent me on my way with a light
smack on my bare bottom.
“Off you go Robert.”
It was still stiff as I handed my card over to Miss Gill.
“Here’s my card miss.”
She looked down, then took it from me with a scowl.
“Little boys with bald boners just look silly. Give me a big boy any day. Right, let’s get all these questions done.”
She had a whole string of them about various diseases I might have had, but then I was stumped.
“Have you ever had a nocturnal emission, and when was the last one?”
“What’s that miss?”
“You know, a wet dream.”
I was still puzzled.
“I’ll ask it another way. Have you ever woken up with sticky wet pyjamas?”
I must have gone scarlet to be asked such a humiliating question.
“Err…
err… When I was very young… err… I used to… err… wake up wet miss. Err…
Mum told me not to drink anything after seven o’clock and always go to
the toilet before bedtime. Mum put me in… err… DryNites miss.”
She tutted.
“I’m not talking about that, but I might as well record it. When did you last wet your bed?”
The whole room must have heard, as she had raised her voice. Mrs Hawkins said we had to answer truthfully.
“Err… When I was… err… ten miss.”
She picked up a red pen and muttered ‘Bed-wetter’ as she wrote it in capitals across the top of my card.
“OK, I’ll put ‘never’ under nocturnal emissions. Last question. How often do you masturbate?”
She saw my blank look.
“You know, have a wank… jerk off… play with your dick.”
I still had no idea what she was talking about.
“Oh
come on, all boys do that to get it to squirt out. I hear my little
brother doing it every night before he packs down, and again every
morning before he gets up. His room stinks of his jizz. You’d better
tell me the truth boy.”
I thought I’d better say something.
“Err… I don’t think I ever have miss.”
As she scribbled on the form she muttered ‘Boy says he never has, probably lying’, then she handed me my card.
“OK, I’m done. Take this over to Mrs Hawkins for the final part of your physical.”
As I turned to go over to the nurse, my bottom suddenly burst into flames.
“Oooooowwwwww!”
“Get a move on bed-wetter.”
I ran over to the nurse and passed across my card. She scanned though it, then looked up at me.
“Hmmm, a bed-wetter I see. Has your mother taken you to a doctor about that?”
“Err…
It was over a year ago miss, and we were camping. The toilets there
stank, and it was pouring with rain miss, so I thought it would be safe
to skip my nightly routine. Mum understood, and I have never done it
since miss.”
“OK. Hmmm, Tanner stage one. I’ll just check.”
She rubbed all round my scrotum and the skin between my legs. She was quite a bit rougher than Miss Rudkin.
“OK. I need to check you all over. Get your legs apart and put your hands on your head.”
I did as I was told as she ran her fingers all over my front. It tickled as she felt under my arms and I giggled.
“Quiet boy.”
She held my scrotum in her hands.
“Turn your head and cough boy.”
She gave a non-committal grunt as I did, then she pulled my scrotum right up and I shrieked.
“I told you to be quiet boy. I won’t tell you again. I need to check under here for any rashes.”
I soon got my next order.
“Lift your foot up boy.”
She looked at my soles and between the toes.
“Other one boy.”
She finally let my other foot down.
“Turn round boy.”
After feeling me all over I got her next order.
“Bend over boy and hold your bottom cheeks apart.”
I
felt my face go red at the thought of the view she was getting. I heard
the snap of a rubber glove then she shoved a finger right in.
“Ooowww!”
“I told you to be quiet.”
“Oooooowwwwww!”
Her
finger was right in now, and it felt funny as she pushed hard on
something inside, but I kept quiet. Finally she pulled out and pointed
to a partly curtained off area.
“Go in there and stand facing that grey cloth on the wall.”
As I went in and faced the cloth, I heard a click.
“Turn round.”
As I did, I saw the camera, which clicked again.
“Don’t move.”
She
repeated Miss Rudkin’s actions, and my willy was rigid in seconds. She
instantly let go and pushed a slate in my hand. It had today’s date and
there was a number 1 plus the word Wilson chalked on it.
“Hold that above your head with it facing the camera boy.”
There was that click.
“That’s got the confirmatory images, now stand here and be still as I fill this in.”
I snapped to attention and was as still as could be with my willy nodding and pointing at the roof. She muttered away.
“Front
skin: normal. Underarm hair: none. Hernia check: negative. Genital
rashes: none. Verruca check: negative. Rear skin: normal. Prostate
check: normal. Rear image taken: tick. Front image flaccid taken: tick.
Front image erect taken: tick.”
She looked up and dismissed me.
“That’s you done. Stand at attention over there, hands behind your back, until all you boys have been processed.”
I
did as I was told and was soon joined by Richard. A short while later,
I saw two girls enter the gym and speak to Mr Davison who pointed to a
large box behind us. As the girls came over, I desperately wanted to
cover up, but knew what that would get me. The dark-haired girl smiled
at Richard.
“Hi Rich.”
“Hi Gina, I thought it was you going up the stairs when I got to the gym. I’d know that rear anywhere.”
She just grinned at Richard.
“In the hallway, I recognised your front straight away.”
He laughed, then gave this girl a smile.
“I was hoping you might be in my class Gina. Which form have they put you in?”
“I’m in 7A. Which are you in?”
“You always were the bright one Gina. I’m in 7C with my new friend Robert Wilson. He lives not far from me.”
How could Richard be so casual. These are girls, and we’re stark naked. Richard turned to me and explained.
“This is Gina Burrows. We joined The Gables the same day and sat together all six years. Gina, meet Rob.”
“Hi Rob, I’m pleased to meet you.”
Gina stretched out her hand. What could I do?
“Err… I’m… err… pleased to meet you too… err… Gina.”
The girl next to her giggled as I shook Gina’s hand and my willy wobbled. Then I was introduced.
“Rob, this is my new friend Bryony Green.”
Bryony held her hand out.
“Hi Rob.”
She giggled even more as she shook my hand so eagerly that it wobbled all over the place. Richard stuck out his hand.
“Any friend of Gina is a friend of mine Bryony. I’m pleased to meet you.”
He didn’t seem to notice her giggle as he turned to Gina.
“What brings you both in the gym Gina?”
“Miss Julian asked me and Bryony to fetch the hockey sticks. Mr Davison says they’re in that box behind you.”
Their sports mistress had entered and I saw she and Mr Davison walking over.
“Wilson.
Cook. We can’t have girls lugging that heavy box, so you can do that
for them. Miss Julian tells me she has several girls not able to play
this week and they are two people short to make up full teams. We’re
running behind and the physicals will likely take up the rest of our
lesson. Rather than having you both standing here doing nothing, I’ve
agreed you two will make up their numbers. Take that box of sticks out
to the hockey pitch.”
I was shocked.
“But sir, we’re… err… naked, and they’re… err… girls.”
“Full marks for observation Wilson, but zero marks for obedience.”
“Oooooowwwwww!”
Bryony giggled as my willy recoiled upwards.
“I’m sure the girls won’t be embarrassed having to play hockey with little boys like you and Cook. Off you go.”
“Err… But I’ve never played… err… hockey before sir.”
“Oooooooooowwwwww!”
There was that giggle again.
“You’ll soon pick it up Wilson, and the fresh air will do you both good. Get going.”
I went to say something when Mr Davison made clear further discussion was not an option.
“DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”
“Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww! Yes sir.”
Miss Julian ignored Bryony’s giggle as she smiled at the girls.
“I’d better get back. You girls hurry along with the boys and the hockey sticks so we can get the game started.”
“Yes miss.”
Richard
reached for a handle. Bryony grabbed my free hand as I gripped the
other handle. Gina held Richard’s hand as the four of us went out of
the gym. As we got to the pitch, the girls all huddled round and
grabbed a stick. I squeaked as several warm hands felt between my legs,
but with such a crowd I couldn’t see who they were. Everyone had got
one of those odd shaped sticks, including Richard who was chatting with
several girls. Miss Julian called us over.
“These two boys will be making up the teams this afternoon.”
She smiled at Richard.
“It looks like you’ve played hockey before Cook.”
“Yes miss. I was on The Gables first team, where me and Gina were top scorers miss.”
“Excellent Cook.”
She put her arm around my shoulders and turned me towards the grinning girls.
“Wilson has never played hockey before, so we need to show him the basics.”
She dropped a ball on the ground and held that odd shaped stick.
“OK
Wilson, this is the hockey stick, and you must always strike the ball
with this flat edge. You can dribble the ball or pass it to a better
placed teammate, but you are not allowed to kick it at any time. The
object is to get the ball into the opposing team’s goal. You’ll pick
the rest up as we play. Have you got that Wilson?”
“Err… Yes miss.”
Most of the girls were in shorts, t-shirts, and socks, but six were still in uniform and chatting. Why did they need us?
“Err… Excuse me miss. Why do you need me and Richard miss, as you have those six girls available to play.”
I got an instant answer as that odd shaped stick connected full power on my rear.
“Oooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!”
The girls all went into fits of giggles at seeing my willy recoiling as I got spanked.
“It’s none of your business Wilson, but they are… err… indisposed… err… and are excused games for this week.”
Those six girls gave me a smug grin as they saw me rubbing my bottom to soothe the sting.
“OK, let’s go. You can start Wilson.”
I
quickly lost control to Richard who sprinted down the pitch dribbling
the ball and scored the first goal. It began to rain but, this not
being cricket, rain did not stop play. After a while I got into the
game and forgot all about my lack of shorts. The pitch had got quite
wet and we were all muddy as I got the ball and dribbled it towards the
goal. I was sure I was going to score my first goal when one of the
opposing girls hooked my ankle with the stick and I went face down in
all the mud. Miss Julian came up and turned to my assailant.
“Now Gina, you know you are not allowed to do that. Apologise to Wilson at once.”
“Sorry Rob.”
She gave me a cheeky grin that suggested she wasn’t really that sorry.
Miss Julian helped me up.
“Are you OK Wilson?”
The
girls giggled to see my front all slimy brown from head to toe with mud
dripping off my willy. I ignored them as I tested my ankle, which was
feeling quite painful.
“My ankle does hurt miss.”
“I think we’d better get it checked. Would you help Wilson back to the gym Gina, so the nurse can take a look at it.”
“Yes miss.”
Gina did look concerned as she put my arm round her shoulder.
“I really am sorry Rob, as I hadn’t mean to hurt you. Are you OK like this Rob?”
“Yes Gina, but take it slow please.”
Eventually
we hobbled back to the gym. Gina grinned to see all the naked boys at
attention by the far wall. I could see they were desperate to cover up,
but Mr Davison was walking up and down tapping his friend on his palm.
“Why are you boys all so different Rob? I saw Rich’s willy was different to yours, but there is so much variety.”
“Err…
I don’t know Gina. Until today, I’d never had to strip off in front of
anyone else. Err… I’d only ever seen my own… err… willy and had no idea
other boys would be different… err… down there.”
She gave me a smile.
“Same for me Rob, as I’d only ever seen Rich’s willy before today. I’ll ask the nurse why you boys are different.”
As
we got to the nurse, she told us to wait a moment while she finished
with the last boy, who was Tim Smith. He was the tallest year seven boy
by far, standing just over six foot tall. He was facing the grey cloth
when I heard a click.
“Turn round boy.”
As he did, we saw his long dangling willy with a forest of hair. Gina gave him a smile as the camera clicked again.
“Don’t move boy.”
Using Miss Rudkin’s actions, she soon had it over 7 inches long with clear stuff leaking out. She gave him the slate.
“Hold this above your head with it facing the camera boy.”
Gina was intrigued.
“Excuse me miss, but this boy’s willy is so big. Is that normal miss?”
The nurse picked up his card.
“It says here ‘Erect length: 7.2 inches. Erect circumference: 6.3 inches’. I suppose that is big for a year seven boy.”
“The boys are all the same age, but I noticed there is such a variety amongst their willys and balls. Why is that miss?”
“There
are two types of penises, depending on whether the boy has had a simple
operation to cut their foreskins off, which is known as a
circumcision,. Most of our boys have not been circumcised…”
She pointed to Roger and Ken.
“…but those two boys with their purple headed penises have had their foreskins cut off.”
The very idea of bits being sliced off a boy’s willy made me wince, and I saw Gina was shocked too.
“Surely, that must hurt the boy miss.”
“Oh,
don’t worry about that as little boys don’t feel pain. The size of a
boy’s genitals vary depending on their Tanner stage, or how far into
puberty they are. Stage one is when they are still little boys, going
up to stage five when puberty is complete. For boys, this normally
begins when they are eleven or twelve, but some are earlier and some
later.”
She pointed between my legs.
“This boy is
uncircumcised, so his penis still has a foreskin, which is that point
of skin you can see on the end, and he has no pubic hair around his
genitals. His penis is little bigger than when he was five, and the
scrotum holding his two immature testicles is snug underneath. He’s
still a little boy at Tanner stage one. He’ll start puberty in a year
or two.”
She pointed at Tim, who was still holding that slate up. He was breathing heavily and his stiff willy twitched rapidly.
“This
boy has lots of pubic hair with a long penis, and the sac containing
his large adult testicles hangs down. He has completed puberty and is
at Tanner stage five. The principal variety you noticed in boys’
genitals is simply due to the Tanner stage the boy is at, although some
boys have larger penises than others, which is the lottery of puberty.”
The nurse had explained what we were both puzzled about, then she smiled at Gina and pointed at her snug t-shirt.
“Girls
start puberty earlier than boys and have a lot of variety too. I see
you are a late developer and still have a flat chest like a boy. Some
of your classmates are as developed as Miss Gill and Miss Rudkin, who
are in year eleven.”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but Gina went red for some reason. Then the nurse went back to Tim.
“This
boy is also uncircumcised, but he currently has an erection, so the
head is peeping out. If his foreskin is pulled right back, his penis
looks the same as those circumcised boys.”
“Can I check that please miss?”
“That’s fine by me.”
Gina gave Tim a smile as she slid the skin back on that colossal rigid willy.
“So it does miss. What’s this bit of skin pulling on the end of his willy miss?”
“That is called the frenulum.”
The
end went right down as she pulled his skin back tight. As her index
finger lightly touched that bit of skin, Tim’s face suddenly changed to
a very odd look, a cross between pleasure and horror. He sort of
groaned out just two words.
“Oh God!”
Both Gina’s and my
eyes went wide to see a fountain of white stuff squirt out of the end,
and she instantly let go. Tim was scarlet as the camera clicked, with
squirt after squirt coming out. Gina asked all the questions I wanted
to ask.
“What’s happening miss? Is he peeing? His pee doesn’t look at all like mine miss. Why’s that miss?”
“That
is not urine but is called semen. It’s made in his testicles and can
come out of a bigger boy’s penis when he gets an erection. Boys have no
self-control and can make this mess at any time.”
She looked at his card again.
“It
says here ‘Time to ejaculation: 4 seconds. 12 squirts with a large
volume of thick white semen’. This boy has to be some kind of pervert
with such a hair trigger on his penis.”
She threw a wad of tissues at Tim.
“Clean your mess up you disgusting boy.”
As Tim cleaned up, the nurse turned to Gina.
“Now, what was it you wanted young lady?”
“Rob has hurt his ankle playing hockey with us girls. Please can you check him over to see if it’s serious miss.”
She got down and checked my ankle and moved it gently about, then gave her opinion.
“There
is no evidence of broken bones and I’m sure he has just sprained it. If
he takes it easy, he’ll be as right as rain in a few days. He is
absolutely filthy with all this mud and needs a thorough wash.”
She then looked Gina up and down.
“You are in quite a state yourself and had best take a good shower before you go home.”
“Yes miss.”
Gina put my arm around her shoulder, and as we were hobbling past Mr Davison, he stepped in front of us.
“Where are you taking Wilson.”
She gave him a smile.
“Rob
hurt his ankle playing hockey with us girls sir. The nurse checked him
out and said he has sprained it and to take it easy for a few days. As
you can see sir, he is filthy and the nurse said he needs a thorough
wash. I need one too sir.”
He nodded, then turned to me.
“We’ll be finished soon Wilson. You get cleaned up and dressed, then wait for the rest of the class.”
“Yes sir.”
As we walked away, I heard his orders for my classmates.
“Ten minutes of physical exercises before we end the lesson. 30 press-ups for starters. Move yourselves!”
I
was mighty relieved to miss that. As we went out into the hallway, I
was surprised when Gina pushed open the doors to the boys’ changing
room.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She couldn’t possibly be thinking of washing me, could she?
“Err… I can… err… wash myself… err… Gina.”
“That’s alright Rob. I need a shower too.”
She
sat me down on the bench and kicked off her hockey shoes then took off
her socks. My jaw practically hit the floor when Gina pulled her
t-shirt over her head before pushing her shorts and panties down, then
stepped out of them. Gina was standing stark naked right in front of me
as she folded all her clothes up into a neat pile. Richard was right,
Gina was exactly the same as we were, apart from where we have a little
willy and snug balls, Gina has a thin slit. She turned on the showers,
got some soap, then took my hand and moved me over to the spray. She
gave me a smile.
“I’d better get this muck off your back first. Will you turn round please Rob.”
I
did as she asked and felt her hands all over me. It had been five years
since I last got washed like a little boy, but this felt very different
in a weird, but nice, sort of way. She soon had my back done.
“Turn round please Rob.”
She looked me up and down.
“This mud is caked on. I’ll have to rub really hard to get it all off.”
It
felt wonderful as she rubbed my chest and got all the mud off, then she
bent down to do my legs. She wasn’t going to do my private parts was
she? Not that they were at all private now, as she looked right at them
and I got my answer.
“Let’s get that willy sorted. Good to see it’s gone stiff Rob, as a boy’s willy is much easier to clean that way.”
I started to feel that funny tingling as Gina got all the mud off my willy and balls, then she pulled the skin right back.
“Now I’ve got your willy’s pink head uncovered, your erection looks just like Rich’s.”
She
held my stiff willy as her soapy fingers began washing my now fully
exposed little pink head. This was even better than Miss Rudkin’s final
test and felt fantastic.
“That’s got you all washed Rob. I’ll just rinse the soap off now.”
Gina’s dainty fingers delved into every one of my nooks and crannies and she soon had me spotless all over.
“I’m running late, and it’s nearly the bell. Do you think you could help me out please Rob?”
“Of course Gina. What can I do for you?”
She picked up another bar of soap and placed it in my hand.
“Grab this soap and do my back please, while I get all this muck off my front.”
Gina
turned round to present the most perfect expanse of pink to me. My
willy has been acting so weird these last few months. Apart from first
thing in the morning, which dad said was normal and not to worry, it
went stiff at many other times of the day, and for no reason. It got
soft eventually. but was being really weird today as it went absolutely
rigid when I soaped her rear all over. Gina stood with her legs apart,
and as my hand got to the top she gave out a squeak. I must have
brushed her slit and instantly apologised. Gina just giggled and said
do it again as it felt nice, but I was so careful as I soaped up her
other leg. It was then time to rinse the suds off. My fingers went all
over her rear, being very careful at the top of her legs. I ended with
her so soft round bottom and was actually sad when it was over. We were
towelling ourselves off when Richard came in. He didn’t bat an eyelid
at seeing Gina naked.
“Hi Gina. What did the nurse say about Robert’s ankle?”
“She said it’s just sprained and to take it easy for a few days.”
“That’s great. Have you got time to wash my back Gina?”
“Sorry Rich, mum’s picking me up and I’m already running late. Perhaps next time.”
“It’s
a date Gina. Hey, my folks are away this weekend. Do you fancy another
sleepover? Mum’s booked Mrs Sweet’s fun daughter Lindsey as a sitter.
You know her, but this will be her last time, as she’s off to
university next week.”
“Sure Rich. Do you mind if I bring along Harper?”
“Harper’s never a bother Gina. Would you like to join us Robert?”
“Err… That sounds great. Err… I’ll need to check with my parents… err… but that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Just
then the doors flew open as the rest of my classmates rushed in to take
a shower and get dressed. They were all sweaty from those strenuous
exercises and were as stunned as I had been on seeing a naked girl in
the boy’s changing room. All my classmates got a stiff willy as Gina
gave them a grin. Girls do seem to have a funny effect on us boys, as
mine had done that when Gina stripped off to clean me up. That was when
we heard Mr Davison’s roar.
“GET SHOWERED AND DRESSED. QUICK ABOUT IT BOYS!”
He
crashed through the doors with his arms outstretched but froze as he
saw Gina. My new friend tucked her dirty hockey things under her arm,
then picked up her hockey shoes and gave Mr Davison that smile.
“I
had to give Rob a through wash sir and didn’t want to get my hockey kit
all wet. Since I needed a clean too sir, it was obviously simplest if I
showered down here. You don’t mind, do you sir?”
“Err… err… err…”
“My mum is picking me up sir, and I’m running late. I’ll just pop upstairs and get dressed now. Is that OK sir?”
“Err… err… err…”
In
the absence of any coherent response, Gina just slipped under his
outstretched arms as they held the doors open. I wondered why Mr
Davison’s track suit bottom was sticking out so much?