Exposed in PE

[This is inspired by my own true experience, which caused me a lot of embarrassment but makes me horny now when I think back on it. Names and ages have been changed and Aaron’s character has been embellished somewhat, but there is a lot of truth still in it.]

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Peter’s stomach churned as he walked to the school pool, about to start a compulsory swimming unit in PE. He hated swimming, and he hated having to take his shirt off in front of other people, always feeling self-conscious of his skinny build. He’d always thought that by the last year of secondary school he’d have started to fill out a bit, but whilst many of the other boys had, he had not. The only consolation for this sorry situation was that he’d be able to secretly check those other boys out. He'd never had any sexual interaction with a boy - no one knew he was gay - so he'd take any chance to enjoy male eye candy he could get.

Peter entered the changing room with the usual feeling of dread he experienced in any PE lesson. He’d moved to St John’s Independent School for his final year after his mother had remarried and his new stepfather offered to pay. The modern and well-equipped sports facilities were a key draw for his stepfather, but Peter much preferred PE at his previous school, where the greatest physical exertion he’d had to put up with was a game of ping pong.

As he got changed, Peter was overcome by a wave of self-consciousness. The school had a strict uniform, including for swimming, for which boys were required to wear a very short pair of black shorts with the school crest. As Peter put the shorts on and took off his shirt, he felt very exposed. They barely covered him from a couple of inches below the navel down to the mid thigh, and though they were not tight, they did fit closely to his body. Peter rarely swam usually – his old state school didn’t have a pool – and on the few occasions he swam outside school, he’d always wear a baggy pair of board shorts and a rash shirt. But the rules were very strict that boys weren’t allowed to wear anything other than the skimpy school swim shorts.

For some reason, the PE teacher was missing for several minutes after the boys got changed, leaving Peter with nothing to do but look at all the almost-naked boys around him. The boys in this school were all quite fit, some slim, some muscular. Almost all of them had hairy legs and armpits, many had treasure trails leading down from their abdomens. A few were starting to grow chest hair. Peter watched the boys talking and laughing together, admiring their strong bodies. One boy was doing pull-ups on a door frame, displaying his hairy pits and rippling arm and pectoral muscles. Some of the boys were mucking around, pinching other boys’ nipples, and one crept up behind the boy doing pull-ups and tickled him on the sides. Sometimes, straight boys could behave in the most homoerotic ways, Peter thought.

Checking out the boys in this enforced state of undress was starting to turn Peter on, and he suddenly realised that his dick was starting to swell in his shorts. Peter crouched over to try to hide his excitement and began to panic. There would be no way to hide his boner if he had to stand up – the shorts were tiny, he had no shirt on to hide a waistband tuck, and there were no pockets he could use to rearrange himself. The swimming uniform might as well have been designed to make hiding a boner as difficult as possible. He was terrified, though at the same time, the fact he was so exposed and vulnerable for some reason added to his excitement. He desperately started thinking of trigonometry, sewage, his new step grandmother pole dancing – all the least arousing things he could think of. Finally his boner started to go down.

“Hey Pete, what’s wrong with you?” asked a loud and slightly aggressive voice. Peter looked up and saw Aaron looking down at him as he crouched over, a group of boys standing behind him. Aaron was a rugby boy and one of the most popular boys in the school. He never normally paid Peter any attention, but Peter didn’t like him from the way he tended to throw his weight around and constantly make misogynistic and homophobic jokes. His only redeeming feature was that he was very, very attractive. He was tall and muscular, despite a naturally slim build which wasn’t typical of a rugby player. He had a sharp jawline and cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. His hair was well styled, short, and light blond, and his legs and lower abdomen were covered in thick hair of a slightly darker colour. A much lighter smattering covered his chest, and his nipples were erect from the cold changing room air.

“Just feeling a bit unwell, I’ll be fine,” Peter replied, trying not to look to much at Aaron’s body, or think about the fact that so many boys were staring at him while he was wearing so little. Aaron was about to reply when the PE teacher, Mr Nichols, finally came in.

“Sorry about the wait boys, couldn’t find the key to the pool,” he said as he walked through the changing room. “Let’s go!”

Mr Nichols was slim and tanned, and wore a tight white polo shirt and black shorts that came down to a couple of inches above his knees. He was in his early 30s but still had a youthful appearance, and Peter wished he was wearing as little as his students.

Peter got up and walked to the pool with the rest of the boys, trying not to think about the fact they were all effectively wearing no more than their underwear. His boner had mostly gone down, but there was still a slight tent from his semi and he was nervous someone would notice. He tried to walk with his hand in front of his crotch but it just looked odd and he didn’t want to attract any more attention. He’d be fine once he could just get in the water.

As they entered the pool room, Peter gasped. The pool was huge, with a raised seating area, diving boards across the deep end, and a large wood-floored area on the poolside with soft mats and exercise equipment. These facilities must have cost millions to build, Peter thought.

“Don’t get in the pool yet, boys, we’ll do some warm-up exercises first!” Mr Nichols called out, and the boys gathered in the exercise area. Peter was embarrassed to have to exercise in front of people while wearing so little. But the sight of so many attractive shirtless boys wearing only tiny shorts doing stretches, press ups, jogging on the spot at the teacher’s command was a real turn on for him. Thankfully the fact he was exercising intensely himself was keeping his boner at bay. Then Mr Nichols told them all to hold a handstand for as long as they could. But Peter had never done a handstand, and could barely get into position.

Mr Nichols had come to expect ineptitude from Peter in the time he’d been teaching him, realizing he’d not been taught as well in his previous school, and with a roll of the eyes, he instructed Aaron to assist him. The teacher had Peter observe Aaron as he did a handstand, and Peter was forced to feast his eyes on his muscular body. Peter gulped as a tent started to become visible in his crotch. Mr Nichols then had Aaron support Peter while he did a handstand. Aaron was kneeling down and facing Peter as he tightly griped the exposed side of Peter’s torso with one had and his thigh with another. Peter had a full view of Aaron’s bare, toned torso, and this sight, combined with the feeling of Aaron’s hands on his body, was making his dick harden rapidly.

Peter’s only option was to awkwardly force a fall to the side, so that he didn’t land on Aaron, and he lay face down on the exercise mat, arms spread in front of him, and his dick bulging into the ground, while his leg hurt from the fall. Aaron put his hands round Peter’s back, grasping his side just under his armpit, and leaning down so close to him that Peter could feel Aaron’s bare chest against his back.

“You just need to keep your whole body up,” Aaron said softly in his ear, as Peter’ heart raced. “You seem to be able to keep part of it up, so you’re almost there.” Peter suppressed a yelp as Aaron discretely but forcefully tickled him under his arm before patting him on the back and getting up. Now Peter’s mind was racing as fast as his heart. Fuck, Aaron had noticed Peter’s arousal. And now Peter was lying face down in the middle of the exercise area with a raging boner.

“Right class,” Mr Nichols said, rolling his eyes at Peter's failure of a handstand, “time to get in the pool: 6 laps, go!”

Peter immediately got up, and while hunched over darted towards the pool and jumped in before anyone could even notice his hard-on. The exertion from the swimming helped him get his boner down quickly, though his poor technique meant he was overtaken by most of the other boys. At least now he was in the pool he’d probably have no more boner troubles.

“Ok,” Mr Nichols said, “for a few lessons this term we’ll be focusing on lifesaving techniques, rather than swimming.” “To start with, you’ll be learning to use the rescue boards. Peter, since you’re probably the most likely to drown out of anyone here, we might as well demonstrate on you,” the teacher said, prompting a cruel laugh from the class. “Do I have a couple of volunteers to rescue Peter?”.

“I’ll do it!” Aaron said with a grin, and a menacing look towards Peter. Another boy called Chris volunteered too. Peter was terrified, yet the thought of being “rescued” by Aaron was already making his dick stir again.

“Ok, everyone except Peter, Chris Aaron out the pool.” Mr Nichols said, passing a rescue board to Chris. “Peter, go to the deep end and pretend to get into difficulty, if you need to pretend.” Mr Nichols said. “Aaron, swim over and bring him to the shallow end. Then you and Chris can get him on the board and lift him out the pool”.

Aaron swam over efficiently to Peter from behind and wrapped an arm round his chest. He started swimming backwards, holding Peter tightly. Peter started to get aroused by the feeling of being held in Aaron’s muscular arms and lying back on his bare chest. As they moved off, Aaron quickly and discretely gave Peter’s dick a squeeze under the water, feeling how hard it was and teasing him. Peter was amazed – was Aaron gay too? Surely, he wouldn’t be so bold if he was? This was turning into a very tricky situation.

Aaron got Peter to the shallow end and he and Chris, a good looking but skinny boy, started strapping him to the rescue board, face up, arms flat above his head. Peter was feeling very vulnerable just lying there in a tiny pair of shorts with the whole class looking at him, and was very conscious that his semi was probably showing through is shorts. As they strapped him in, Aaron started to subtly touch Peter’s body, resting his right hand on his chest, lightly stroking a nipple with his finger as he tightened a strap with his left hand. Peter went bright red as the tent in his shorts was rapidly growing in height. Then he brushed over Peter’s treasure trail and gripped his exposed inner thigh. Suddenly Chris noticed Peter’s massive hard-on and jumped back in shock and the whole class saw. They burst out in laughter, and Peter had never felt so embarrassed in his life. He glanced up at Aaron, and saw him looking down at him intensely, pupils dilated, and a slight grin on his face.