It Gets Easier: Gavin’s Experience 1

It Gets Easier: Gavin’s Experience - Chapter 1

By Yiru

yiru@hotmail.co.uk

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It Gets Easier: Gavin’s Experience

Chapter One

P.E class, what sadistic bastard invented P.E class. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for keeping fit and the like but I’d much rather keep to swimming than rugby and all that other stuff. I’m the last person who would sign up for the schools most prestigious teams seeing as I have no talent in football, I’d sooner break my foot than score a try in rugby and all I see in hockey sticks is a weapon that could be used to beat me plus it’s a girl’s sport in our school.

So when I’m forced to participate in a sport I don’t even like I tend to make less of an effort than even the fat kids who still take part despite their physical state (good for them) and I’ve ‘forgotten’ my kit on various days to avoid doing a certain sport I don’t like.

My mum isn’t any wiser when I come home with a punishment exercise; I just forge her signature and give it to our teacher the next day who is also none the wiser. I’m a pretty smart kid of thirteen years and in my second year of high school. I live in Scotland and attend one of the schools in Moray which means a lot of open space to play outside sports.

I’m not overly popular in school but I’m not an outcast either. The cool kids say hi to me in the hall but won’t admit to being my friend and the geeks tend to be less shy when speaking with me, not that all the geeks are shy as some are pretty outspoken and loud...and annoying...

Anyway we were doing Rugby again today and I had forgotten my kit on purpose. The problem was we had a new P.E teacher starting that day who also replaced the old head of the department. His name was Mr. Gibson. So this Mr. Gibson came and had a word with me on the bench while the other lads ran around in the mud tossing a rugby ball around and I sat reading my English Assignment.

“Your old P.E teacher told me you forget your kit quite a lot Gavin,” he told me, not sternly but more in a 'do better' tone of voice. He was one of those fresh out college teachers who knew what we liked and how to appeal to us and I liked him well enough but I just hated sports that were played outside.

“In any case I think we’re beyond punishment exercises now,” he sighed heavily, his brow furrowed in disappointment, “Seeing as you look like a smart kid I’m not going to give you a punishment exercise today but if you come without your kit on Thursday you’ll be participating in your underwear.”

That old ghost story, I couldn’t suppress a laugh since my dad always told me how kids in his ‘day and age’ played in their underwear if they turned up without their P.E kit but that wasn’t done in this day and age, at least not to my knowledge.

“What’s funny Gavin?” Mr. Gibson asked me, anger now clear in his green eyes.

“Nothing,” I said, still giggling, “You just sound like my dad and his old stories about P.E when he was a kid.”

“You think I won’t go through with it?” I nodded, “Then just try me.” That stopped me laughing. Mr Gibson stood up with a smug look. I didn’t know whether he would or wouldn’t do it but I suddenly didn’t want to test him, “We’ll be playing football on Thursday and for the next two weeks, an outside sport, so I seriously suggest you bring your kit.”

I nervously watched him walk away, I laughed shortly in an attempt to convince myself he was bluffing though I was still unsure. “He has no right,” I said to myself quickly, “If he makes me play in my boxers then I’ll report him.” Convinced that my modesty was safe I decided I would try him, “Let’s see you make me play in my underwear after the school fires you, you great big pedo.”

I returned to my reading assignment and forgot all about his warning. The rest of the day went by as normal and Wednesday was pretty much the same old except for lunch and the topic of discussion was Mr. Gibson amongst my friends.

“The guys strict,” said Kevin, my best mate since Primary School, “You don’t wanna test him Gavin.”

“If he makes me play in my boxers I’ll report him,” I said confidently, “I bet he’s some kiddy fiddler, has anyone even got into trouble with him?”

“Aye, a girl he was teaching was given a weeks detention just for swearing at Miss Anderson,” he noticed my uncertain look, “You have him tomorrow right?” I nodded, “Then just don’t test him.”

“I can handle a detention or punishment exercise,” I said confidently, “He isn’t going to make me play in my boxers.” Kevin gave me an unsure look which didn't help my confidence.

I arrived in P.E on Thursday without my kit and went to tell Mr. Gibson that I had left it on the bus, a blatant lie but what could he do to prove it?

“How dare you come in here and lie to me Gavin,” was the first thing he said but I just let my mind wander, “You’re a smart boy Gavin but a terrible liar and it’s clear that you think my threat was a bluff,” he stood up and faced me, “Go get ready to participate.”

I snapped back to attention. “I don’t have my kit!”

“No, but remember what I said yesterday?” he reminded me, “Just take off your shirt and trousers and go out onto the pitch.”

Shit he was serious after all. “No,” I said defiantly, “I’m not stripping for you,” I sneered at him, “I’m going to headmaster.”

He glared at me angrily, “You think I’m doing this for my own enjoyment?” I nodded which only made him angrier, “I’m doing this because you think you can lie your way out of a punishment you stupid little boy and the headmaster agrees with my methods.” I felt that, the sting his voice really got to me.

“Fucking asshole,” I said as I turned to leave. He followed me out, probably predicting what I was about to do because when I made to leave the changing room he took me by the arm and turned me around. “Get in there and get ready,” he growled, “I won’t tell you again.”

I could take a hint and I couldn’t really afford the black mark to my name that came with skiving. “Can’t you just give me a detention?”

“We’re beyond that,” he said bluntly, “We’ll get started once you're ready, the other boys are waiting though.”

“Prick,” I said under my breath.

“Any more insults and you WILL get a detention on top of this,” he warned me. He stood at the entrance to the hallway that led out of the changing rooms to prevent me from escaping and I just stood beside one of the benches where I had put my school bag down onto. “Quickly now Gavin, if we miss this period because of you then that’ll be a detention too.”

I sighed, I wasn’t exactly self-conscious since I wore pretty skimpy trunks whenever our school had a swimming competition but it was something entirely different to go outside half naked to a crowd who didn’t expect to see such bared flesh, much unlike the families and friends who came to see it at the poolside I imagined.

Sighing again I lifted my shirt up over my head and put it down, baring my hairless but well toned chest. I glanced over at Mr. Gibson who wasn’t looking away but not exactly ogling me either, he spun his hand in a ‘hurry up’ gesture.

I kicked off my shoes and socks and put them in my bag with my shirt then undid the button on my trousers and gasped. My heart skipped a beat when I remembered I had swimming practice after school and I usually just wore my speedo instead of boxers so that I could get undressed quicker.

I decided to quickly change into the boxers I brought with me in my swimming kit. As I fumbled around in my school bag, Mr. Gibson approached me. “What are you doing Gavin?” he looked at my swimming kit which had the swim team’s logo on it, “You won’t need any of that, come on.”

“I’m wearing my Speedo under my trousers,” I told him, “I don’t want to go outside in that so let me change into my boxers.”

“We’ve wasted enough time already just take off your trousers and go outside,” he pointed to the door and when I protested he stopped me with a hissing shush, “You should have thought about this before you decided not to bring your kit now get outside Gavin.”

I grumbled as I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my trousers thus revealing the tight red Speedo that barely covered my ass cheeks at the bottom. There was a distinctive bulge in the crotch area too which was fine when you were underwater but I couldn’t imagine how it would look running around the football pitch.

I was about to put my shoes back on but, once again, Gibson stopped me. “Those aren't for P.E Gavin, you can go barefoot now get yourself outside,” Mr. Gibson knew better than to push me out the door what with me being so undressed but I didn’t want to make this any worse.

I walked nervously to the fenced off football pitch, Mr Gibson made me go first. “Holy fuck Gavin,” was the first thing I heard, “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

“He is wearing clothes,” Mr. Gibson pointed to my Speedo, “Enough for football anyway,” he made me walk towards the crowd of ogling boys who were stifling laughs; I blushed whenever I caught someone’s eye.

I was built pretty well for my age as I was fit and healthy but not all that muscular. My arms and legs were pretty thin and my stomach and chest were flat and hairless with no visible fat and in my Speedo it was pretty clear I had no hair on my crotch by the visible ‘V’ of my midriff leading down into my swimsuit. Mum made me shave my body hair to swim better and it was why my brown hair was so short on my head too, so that I could wear the swimming cap snugly.

I nervously pulled the nylon fabric of my speedo over my exposed butt cheeks as I stood there blushing but it didn’t help and my distinctive bubble butt was all but bared. “Right, lets pick teams,” Mr. Gibson announced, “Since Gavin hasn’t made an effort to join in recently I’m going to make him the first captain and...” he looked at the crowd of boys, “Andrew, why don’t you captain the opposing team?”

Andrew smiled, he was a good player. All the other boys were lined up while Andrew and I picked teams. I could hear a visible groan whenever I picked someone; it was because I was terrible at football though. “I don’t want to be a captain,” I told Mr. Gibson eventually, “Can’t someone who cares be one?” I was less eager to stand out than fail my team though.

“That’s enough of the attitude Gavin,” Mr. Gibson said irately, “We only have less than half an hour to play because of you so let’s get started.” The game got off to a terrible start for my team and within the first ten minutes we were zero points to the opposing teams two.

I had fucked up all my shots, easy shots if I was good, and my teammates made it clear they didn’t appreciate my cock-ups. Towards the end, to my utter humiliation, I started to get hard when the girls who were running track jogged past the pitch all in their small shorts and tight-fitting t-shirts.

Not all the girls had breasts but those that did would bounce as they ran if they were big enough. One noticed me looking at her and then saw my boner and laughed loudly enough for the other girls to hear.

They all came over to the pitch and started jeering at me, calling out to me to come over or asking why I wasn’t wearing any clothes. I tried to ignore them but these girls were very distracting. Thankfully the girls P.E teacher had noticed that they had stopped running. Miss Anderson came up to the fence; she was my swimming coach so maybe she would help me.

“Did Gavin forget his kit?” she asked Mr. Gibson, who nodded as he watched the game continue. I was told by Miss Anderson to stop for a minute, “Bad day to wear that Speedo before swimming practice eh Gavin?” I nodded with a rosy blush, “Well I hope you brought your spare boxers?”

“I did but Mr. Gibson wouldn’t let me change.”

“He was taking too long,” Mr. Gibson said in his defence, he kept a cool demeanour as he spoke.

“Good decision Gibby,” she said to him, using the nickname that students had given him. He was new and the teachers were just as bad with new teachers as the students sometimes, “Why should one boy hold up your entire class.”

The outline of the head of my penis was on clear display and the girls loved getting an eyeful whenever my hands moved away. “Gavin, if you give Mr. Gibson this kind of trouble again I’ll cut you from the Swim Team, understand?” I nodded, “I couldn’t give two shits if you forget your kit but if he gives you an alternative so you can participate you take it instead of wasting time, am I clear?” I nodded again, “I’ll see you at half three then.”

“Alright boys good game,” Mr. Gibson shouted then looked at me, “Stay here a second Gavin I need to have a word.” As the other boys filed in I reluctantly stood outside with Mr. Gibson, “Now you know I’m serious,” he said when we were alone, “I bet getting that boner was pretty embarrassing huh?” He moved my hands out of the way of my crotch and pointed at it.

“It was humiliating,” I corrected him, snatching my hands back, “It was worse when the girls saw it.”

“My dad always told me about how his school did P.E,” he told me, “It’s perfectly legal to use such discipline nowadays too and now the other boys know it,” I now knew that Mr. Gibson would do this to any other student who forgot their kits too many times and no one, boy or girl, would be above his reproach.

“What if I forget it again on Tuesday?” I asked nervously, I just wanted to know but I wasn’t entirely sure why.

“You’ll be forced to participate in your underwear,” I groaned, “Don’t say you haven’t been fairly warned, the headmaster agrees that forgetful or lying little boys shouldn’t be let off so easily any more,” he pointed to the changing rooms, “Go get dressed, all things considered you played well Gavin.”

The rest of the day went by normally save for some teasing for playing football in a Speedo but the message had clearly sunk in as on Friday each boy would put a fresh P.E kit in their lockers for next week just in case, but today I still had to go to swimming practice. I stripped down to my Speedo and walked into the pool area after a quick dowse in the shower then I dived in and once I surfaced, sighed contently. I loved being in the water.

“Good afternoon Gavin,” Miss Anderson said cheerily to me when she entered. She was wearing a skin tight bathing suit but the bottom was covered by shorts and on her bare feet were sandals. It wouldn’t do for her to wear something provocative but even so, she always shed her shorts eventually to join us in the water.

“Good afternoon,” I said back to her, trying not to stare.

“Have you learned your lesson?” she asked me and it took me a minute to wonder what she meant.

“Oh yeah,” I said upon realizing, “Yeah I won't be forgetting my P.E kit again Miss, no chance.”

She sat at the edge of the pool as the other boys and girls on the team filed in one by one. “That’s good,” she told me, “How come you always have your swimming kit though?”

“I hate most other sports,” I admitted although most people knew that already, “Why bother with them?”

“You have no choice,” she told me sternly, “You play what Mr. Gibson tells you to play and that’s that.” I nodded and once the whole group was assembled Miss Anderson stood up. “Okay guys have fifteen minutes of play or practice,” she told us and after that we began our practice session and then I went home after dressing.

Coming home that night was hellish for me, mum had finally found out I had been deliberately forgetting my P.E kit when school called. She scolded me loudly and forbade me from watching TV but when dad got home he made sure I was properly punished.

“I think a spanking will teach you a lesson,” he told me as we all sat in the living room to discuss it, “Take off your trousers and boxers.” I glared at him but dad just glared back, “You need to understand that adults are in charge of you and that you can’t just do as you please here or in school.”

I knew better than to resist, it would be quicker if I didn’t, so I pulled down my school trousers and then my boxers. The smell of chlorine still lingered from my swim and when my dad pulled me over his knee he smiled. “Been swimming today son?” he asked a little too pleasantly for the situation, he enjoyed bullying or teasing me like this.

“Yeah,” I said timidly, not for a moment thinking he’d go easy. It would have been easy for me to be totally selfish, what with me being an only child, but dad’s liberal use of corporal punishment when I needed it kept me in place for the most part. He first stroked my ass, squeezing each cheek in his hands.

“Okay bubble butt,” he said this every time much to my irritation, “Count ten smacks, I think that will do it.” The first smack was soft in comparison to the rest and by the time I reached ten my eyes were burning almost as much as my bum cheeks. When I stood up he looked down on me, “Just behave,” he said to me and patted me on the shoulder, “Now go do your homework.” I dressed again and went upstairs. I turned on my computer after finishing my homework fifteen minutes later and browsed the net before dinner.

My parents had put a block on my computer ages ago which meant I didn’t look at porn but there were some sites I used instead when I was horny. I found the picture of a girl my age modelling a nice looking bikini. So long as she wasn’t standing provocatively I guess it was okay for her to wear a two piece but whatever the legality this picture always sent me over the edge and I shot my load fairly quickly.

I fell back into my seat, feeling as though I might go right through it, as I drifted in and out of consciousness. In my state of unawareness I didn’t notice my mum come in. “Gavin-Oh my,” I jumped in my seat and reached for some tissues, “Come down-dinner-dinner is ready,” she blushed and her eyes drifted to the screen, “She’s cute...at least you aren’t watching porn.” She thinks a little girl modelling a two piece bikini is cute?

“Go away mum!” I nearly shouted, she left with a wicked smile. Humiliated for the second time today I just cleaned myself up and walked downstairs. Thankfully no one brought it up through dinner but I decided to tell them about Mr. Gibson and what he forced me into doing today. “Did you know that Mr. Gibson, the new head of the P.E department, made me play football in nothing but my swimming Speedo?” I told my parents.

“Oh really,” Mum said and I smiled at her shock, thinking she would sort it out now, “Because you forgot your kit?” I nodded.

“Good idea,” Dad looked at me as he spoke, “I told you it wasn’t a ghost story.” he smiled when I sighed at him, “All you have to do is respect your elders and do as you’re told, is that so hard?” I shrugged at him, “Well it shouldn’t be...”

Next Tuesday I remembered to bring my P.E kit and stopped wearing my Speedo under my trousers on a Thursday but all that preparation was for naught. I was on my way to P.E after lunch when the same group of girls from last Thursday approached me. “Hey Gavin,” one said to me pleasantly, “I was wondering if you wanted to do something on Saturday?”

I did a mental double take, I didn’t even know this girl's name even though she seemed to know mine. “Why?” I asked stupidly then rephrased it, “I mean...I guess...but why?”

She blushed then shrugged, “Last Thursday you looked really...you know...in that Speedo...” she said shyly and her friends all giggled, “Do you want to go see a movie?”

I had never even asked a girl out let alone been asked so this was a little new to me. “I guess so,” I said. She was quite pretty; we were also the same age as we had some classes together, “Is it just because of the Speedo?” I asked her.

The girls all laughed and the one I was going out with answered, “Kind of,” she took my hand in hers then we walked towards the School Gym, “You're fit too though and your dick looked kind of big when you got that boner.”

It was big? It was barely above four inches erect but a little thick I suppose. “That was humiliating,” I told her, “Mr. Gibson’s such a paedophile and a fucking weirdo to boot.”

“Is that right?” I stiffened when I heard a voice by the football pitch; it just had to be Mr. Gibson, “Then you’ll understand when I ask you to play in your swimming Speedo as a punishment for your insult, seeing as I'm such a paedophile?”

“Now that’s unfair,” I turned around and told him angrily, “I have my kit today and I’m not even wearing it underneath!”

He shrugged, “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest,” he told me, “Just change into it, now go get ready or I’ll call your mum again.”

He would spare me a spanking if I obeyed? “Fine,” I said and left the group of girls who were giggling mercilessly.

“I’m going to watch you swim today,” the girl who asked me out shouted after me, “See you later.”

Something about the way she spoke to me made my dick shoot up. I walked into the changing room with the other lads who were changing into their jerseys and shorts but I had to pull out my Speedo and strip down naked before putting it on.

“Ha, look Gavin’s putting on his Speedo again,” one said nastily, a boy named David Mace; he was the kind of guy who acted out in the wrong way. He was associated with most of the fights in school though he had probably started most of them too. “What did you do this time?”

I was blushing because I was stood naked and bending over to put on my Speedo. A lot of the guys were doing swimming today so being naked wasn’t such a big deal in here but it was the fact I was going to be outside half naked again that embarrassed me most.

“I called Mr. Gibson a paedophile,” I admitted and the boys laughed. Mr. Gibson came in and told us all to hurry up, I hastily covered myself.

“You too,” he said and blocked the door, “Your not running away this time either.” He was going to watch me dress! I got changed into the tight red swimming costume and wandered outside, as expected the lads laughed at me but what got to me was the crowd of girls standing at the fence as they waited on Miss Anderson. I imagined that word had spread in their changing room about my newest showcase.

“Hey Gavin,” called one of them, “Is that a banana in your hammock or you happy to see me?” I looked down and saw that my dick was still standing to attention, the bulbous head poking out of the fabric and doing little to hide my modesty.

“It’s a Speedo,” I said stupidly and covered myself. Mr. Gibson came outside but didn’t tell the girls to move away. I turned and followed him to the rest of my group so that we could pick teams.

Towards the end of the game it was clear we were losing again. David Mace got angry at our imminent defeat and fifteen minutes from the end of the game the curly haired thirteen year old bastard came up behind me and with a strong pull he tore off my Speedo completely. I noticed as soon as he started pulling but by the time I reacted it was too late to stop him and the slight nip in the summer air was felt, for the first time, around my naked penis and balls. “Fucking loser,” David said and pushed me into the mud from behind where I landed on my face and stomach.

“David!” shouted Mr. Gibson, “You get inside young man,” he helped me up as David stormed away but the idiot wouldn’t stick around. He was red in the face and receiving stunned looks from his friends too, which was a relief in some way. “Are you alright Gavin?” I took his offered hand and was lifted me to my feet.

I covered my crotch with both hands once they were free but to make matters worse I was also covered in mud, sadly it didn’t hide me too well. The girls running past spotted me and broke out in a fit of giggles, all except the one who asked me out on a date although it seemed it was hard for her not to blush.

“Now, now girls,” said a voice I recognized, “I’m sure Mr. Morris has been embarrassed enough.” It was the headmaster of all things. The man was the old head of the P.E Department before taking the job as headmaster. He would often step out of his office when he wasn’t busy to check up on his old colleagues.

“I say though Mr. Gibson; it seems your punishment went a bit awry.” The girls dispersed but I clearly saw some glance at me as they walked away.

“Aye sir,” Mr. Gibson said apologetically, “He was wearing his Speedo like last time until David Mace lost his temper.”

“Don’t worry I’ve been watching the game,” he sighed then smiled, “But what did Mr. Morris do to invoke the punishment again?”

“He called me a ‘fucking weirdo’ and a ‘Pedophile.”

The Headmaster scowled at me and I looked down, my hands still preserving what was left of my modesty. “You might as well finish up without David, Mr. Gibson, carry on.” He nodded and I made to go inside but then I was suddenly stopped by the headmaster, “Where in the world are you going Mr. Morris, I never said you could stop playing?”

“But sir I’m naked?” I said in a quizzing tone, close to tears with red cheeks and shivering despite the sun, “I can’t play like this.”

“Nonsense,” he chuckled, “A young man like you should have nothing to hide,” he looked at Mr. Gibson, “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest.”

“Aye,” Mr. Gibson agreed. He had said that to me earlier, “Off you go Gavin.” I was beaten by the big man, he had no desire to let me dress or preserve my modesty. As I attempted to play I noticed the headmaster and Mr. Gibson were talking to one another. I could only imagine what plot they were cooking up, probably some other cruelty to force upon me but there was no way to be sure although it was now clear Mr. Gibson’s punishment regime was supported by the former department head.

The boys all stared whenever they could and pointed to my hairless crotch, it was the most humiliating situation in my entire life. I was sure I could report the Headmaster and Mr. Gibson for this and that was what kept me going.

The game finally ended and I walked inside although I had expected to be stopped for some absurd reason. No one even looked at me twice in the changing room while I dressed, David Mace was nowhere to be found and the bastard had my Speedo but it was probably ruined. I angry that I would be missing swimming practice today. I knew Miss Anderson would be told about my situation, I dared to hope that she wouldn't punish me but my luck hadn't exactly been good lately.

On my way to my next class, I was cornered by the girl who had asked me out. “See you at swim practice Gavin.” What was her name?! I put her out of my mind as I sat through French. I don't know how word about my nude participation in P.E got out so fast but even our French teacher had heard, she kept on staring at me with a frightening gleam in her eyes.

Swim practice loomed and I went to tell Miss Anderson about my Speedo being ripped and stolen. I entered the staff base and walked up to her. “That’s alright Gavin, Mr. Gibson and the Headmaster told me all about it,” she smiled pleasantly at me, “We have a pair in lost and found, I’m sure you can use them until they’re claimed tomorrow,” I felt a surge of relief, I was sure she would make me go naked.

“Where’s your Speedo?” asked a girl who grinned at me after I changed into the spare.

“That gay boy David Mace has it,” I said back and the others laughed.

“Yeah that guy’s weird, it was immature what he did to you,” said a boy in the pool below me, “Are you getting in?” I nodded and slid into the pool and immediately felt more relaxed, “What was it like?”

“What was what like?” I asked then realized, “Oh you mean...uh...playing naked?” the boy nodded and every girl in the pool swam a little closer, “It was embarrassing,” I told them, “I can’t believe the Headmaster and Mr. Gibson made me play like that,” several of the others nodded, “But to tell you the truth it wasn’t so bad after a while, I just ignored it.”

“Did you like it?” A girl asked and I shook my head, “Or did it just get easier?”

“It got easier but it was still far from fun.”

Miss Anderson walked in and looked over at the benches where an audience would sit when we had competitions here. The girl who had been stalking me since lunch was there, as promised. “Are you here to watch?” she asked her and the girl nodded, “Alright just don’t distract us.”

“What’s her name?” I whispered to a guy beside me.

“Victoria,” he told me, “She’s new I think, maybe a couple of weeks.” That explained why I didn’t know her, “I heard she asked you out?” I nodded, “What did you say?” I told him my answer, “I guess,” he scowled at me, “You should say yes you dumbass.” I rolled my eyes.

After swim practice the girl, Victoria, ambushed me outside the pool on my way to the changing room. “Hey you,” she said, blushing again as she looked at me, half naked before her, “Can you meet me outside?”

“Okay,” I said to her, “Just give me ten minutes to shower and dress.” She nodded and headed for the door. Ten minutes later I found her leaning against the wall, one foot flat against it so her short black skirt hung a little off her leg whilst the other remained on the ground but I could clearly see the curvature of her butt.

She noticed me looking at her then smiled, “Hey Gavin,” she walked over to me and stood with her hands nervously held in front of her, “So, do you want to see a movie on Saturday or not?” I took a moment to think about it and just nodded, she smiled happily, “Oh...great...uh...bye,” she turned in a different direction than me to walk home; she had gone bright red when I said yes.

She must really like me, or like how I looked? I loosened a button on my collar and made for my own house, feeling a little light in the head. Girls have never taken an interest in me before, was this for real or some kind of practical joke? That wasn’t a comforting thought, should I just cancel?

No see it through. I took a deep breath and pushed the anxiety away and then I realized I was home, I had second guessed myself all the way to my front door. Mum was there as usual, she smiled at me when I came in. “How was your day Gavin?” I shrugged, “Then how was swimming, did it go okay?”

“Yeah,” I blushed when I remembered P.E just then, and decided to tell Mum what the Headmaster made me do, “Mum...Mr. Gibson made me play in my Speedo again,” she shot me an angry look, “He heard me say something about him, a poor choice of words, but he promised not to call if I did as I was told.”

“Well thank you for telling me,” she stood with her arms folded, “Anything else?”

“Well...that David Mace kid ripped my Speedo off,” I blushed even harder as I spoke and I saw a faint trickle of amusement in my Mum’s eyes quickly replaced by curiosity.

“Why did he rip them off?” she asked me.

I explained how we had been losing then he got angry and I saw her smile but it was a blink and miss curve of the lips. “Then the Headmaster told me not to bother dressing, he made me play naked for the rest of the game and ALL the girls saw my dick.”

“Oh my,” she put a hand over her mouth, “That’s...well that’s a little weird...but he is the Headmaster and if he thought it was okay then I agree, little boys shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t be so modest, yeah I heard,” I sighed and rubbed my forehead, “Shouldn’t he be reported?”

“Did he or Mr. Gibson touch you?” I shook my head, “Then why are you complaining?”

“He made me be naked outside in front of everyone in my year!” I shouted, “He’s a paedophile or something!”

“Raised voices fall on death ears,” she snapped and I rolled my eyes then tried to calm down, “Now don’t be so silly, you have a beautiful body and I think it would have been a wasted opportunity if you didn’t show it off if you got the chance, I thought swimming would ease your modesty.”

“I don’t mind being half naked there,” I told her, “It’s because I have to be but when we play summer sports outside I just think it’s inappropriate.” I realized she didn’t see it my way, what was so good about me being forced to be naked? I growled and stormed upstairs to do my homework. When dad came home he spared me a spanking for coming clean about insulting Mr. Gibson despite the teachers promise not to call.

I told him about my naked predicament and his reaction was shockingly similar to mum’s. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill,” he pointed his fork at me, “You see the other boys naked in the changing room all the time?” I nodded, “So they’ve seen it all before?” I nodded again, “Little boys shouldn’t-”

Don’t you damn well say it too! “Okay I get it,” I sighed, “I’m going to go finish my homework.” I rose from the table with a solemn swear that my TV would stay off and after finishing my homework I just went to bed.

Before I did however, I was taken up by a sudden urge. Standing in front of my mirror I examined myself, a little short but not too small with brown hair and blue eyes, I had a lean figure and strong but not visibly muscular arms and legs. What was so good about me? I took off all my clothes and examined myself more closely, I had this weird bubble butt going on with an inch long flaccid penis that was four inches erect. My body was hairless except for my eyebrows and head hair so my dick hung completely exposed by its lack of pubes and my chest was smooth with round, penny sized nipples and a toned belly. My legs and arms were just as I described them earlier, strong but not overly buff looking. I had a typical swimmers build.

I guess I was kind of pleasing to the eye. I turned around slightly so that I was looking at my side, my belly didn’t droop, not even a little, but my ass was a near perfect oval shape. I eyed my flaccid dick and began to stroke it, working it up into an erection so that I could see how long it stuck out from this angle. I had to admit this was kind of exciting, standing in front of a mirror naked and jerking off but before I could get carried away I stopped to study the effects.

Okay, so maybe I didn’t look that bad at all, maybe even a little handsome if I was feeling generous about myself. I blushed and put on my pyjama bottoms but when I was about to put on a shirt I just stopped and put it down.

“I don’t need you,” I said to the plain shirt and I went out into the hall to brush my teeth in the bathroom then went to bed, no one saw me but I hadn’t walked around the house with my shirt off in years. As I closed my eyes to sleep my mind drifted to seven days ago when I had been so embarrassed at playing football in nothing but a Speedo and here I was happily going bare shirt around the house. Sure it wasn’t that risqué but I hadn’t done it in a while.

What a weird seven days...

(The End)