Let’s just get this out of the way, I am a gay man.
When did I first know? I was a naive teenager. The usual crush on one of my teachers, Mr. McAllister. Others would read the magazines for the sports scores. I was more interested in the players in their tight outfits. Still I had no clue men could be gay and if they could I wasn’t gay cause mom said I had to grow up and marry a nice girl…. More on that later.
I was born in Quebec, back when certain cities were English. It was mid 70s…. I was a senior in high school… I’d just turned 18 at the start of the school year.
I suppose being raised strict catholic didn’t help.. I was always chubby. How cliche right? Gay boy feeling different puts on weight…. And yes I definitely had my share of high school bullies, but that’s not what this is about.
I hated gym class. Others could run around; others could do the rope climb; others could do the calisthenics. I hated gym class. Our gym Nazi was named Mr. Richards. Today I would call him a toned Twink, perhaps on the verge of muscular —extremely short, if he was 5 foot that was me being generous. Maybe mid to late 20s. He had the straightest hair of anyone I knew, and would wear it in a bowl cut. I look back and laugh now—back then he looked cool. He had two assistants, both in teachers college. We knew them as Mike and Brian. Mike was gregarious and although I didn’t realize that at the time he radiated sexuality, I was a naive closeted teen- went right over my head. Brian was the opposite. Brian was shy introverted, hardly said much..
it was high school, after gym you showered. It was the 70s we didn’t have shower stalls. And boys will be boys. checking each other out, always laughing and joking. For myself. I either hid in the corner or tried to be out first. But my favourite was being out last. So much so that Mr. Richards used to call me speedy Gonzalez. It was the running joke and yes, my bullies picked up on it. But being bullied is not what this is about.
I remember that day quite vividly. Walking to school with my older cousin and his girlfriend of the week. Trailing behind trying to pretend like I wasn’t there while flavour of the week kept screaming. Hurry up we’re gonna be late. I made it to homeroom just as the bell rang. Sister Mary —Attila the nun, that’s how I thought of her —my homeroom teacher…. She didn’t even look up. She just said ‘you’re late’ and handed me a late slip. I tried to argue. I was inside the room when the bell rang, but she would have none of it. Go to the principals office. I was not one that ever made it there, this was my first trip to the office ever. Id only seen father John at assemblies, never up close.
As I walked through the office there was sister Lucy, I knew her well since she was the staff student liaison in charge of the prefix program. Sister Lucy was an old nun. She always had a smile on her face like nothing would ever get her down. Many of the other sisters opted for civilian wear, not sister atilla and not sister Lucy. While they both had ropes around their gowns, sister Lucy would tie her rosary to it. Sister Attila tied a wooden metre stick to hers – and if you think she’d hesitate to use it should you screw up in her class —think again. To be fair she mostly whacked the table where you sat but with some guys she went farther.
A Tiny bit about my family, poor immigrants from the Caribbean of Portuguese descent, strict Catholic, five children in our family. I like to say we were born in batches. There are quite a few years between me and my older brother. At this time he’d already moved out of the house got married had one child. My sister is even older than he is. Both were gone, living their best life. My other two sisters were the next batch there’s five years between us. And then there’s me someone, might call me a change of life baby, but this is way before that term was even invented.
Why is this important? Because older sisters and brothers can ruin the life of a younger one just by being themselves. I was too young to know but apparently my older brother would come home with his hands raw from being corrected by sister Attila… today we would say he’s got a learning disability - back then they just called him dumb…. Well you can only take so much until you become a bit more grown up… legend around school was that he’d broken sister Attila’s ruler one day and then decked the principal. I always wondered why he was transferred to public school in his senior year while I had no such luck…. My sister was no better while she didn’t get corporal punishment as a girl she managed to drive everyone nuts! Stories of her dancing on the music class piano instead of playing it. The legendary food fight that she started is still talked about today.
Sister Lucy looked up and her face transformed from the radiant smile to a worried expression. ‘Rick. What are you doing here oh a late slip - go sit by your cousin’. I sat beside my cousin Patrick . I said ‘you late too…’. ‘nah i was caught smoking before class.’ He snickered back. Typical.
We were called in together…. Patrick smirked and pulled me back as I went to sit in the chair ‘ those seats ain’t for us!’ We stood there ram rod straight in our uniforms as father John glanced up then went back to writing his notes.
Finally…
‘Smoking Patrick’ he said face flushed and angry. ‘What have you got to say for yourself?’
Patrick didn’t move didn’t look down didn’t react he just barked ‘I’m sorry father John’
‘Yes well normally I’d administer punishment on your palm but you have a game coming up— lean over the chair’
Patrick leaned over the back of one of the guest chairs holding the hand rests. Father John reached around Patrick and undid his belt. He roughly pulled down Patrick’s pants and snapped ‘5 today. When are you going to learn- so much like your older cousin’. He turned and I saw it. A paddle. Made of wood. A bit like a ping pong paddle only no rubber and a bit longer.
Patrick’s bare ass hung out. I was embarrassed for him - the huge office windows allowed everyone in the waiting room to see his naked ass. He was hunched over the chair mooning sister Lucy. I almost laughed at that thought. Almost. But first and foremost in my mind was that I was next…
The paddle made a whisking sound as it flew through the air and the jar of it hitting Patrick’s ass made me jump. Patrick grimaced as the weight of the heavy paddle connected with his ass. Father John said ‘1’ as he started to raise his hand again. ‘2’ he shouted as tears steamed down Patrick’s face. There was a cherry red mark on Patrick’s right cheek where the paddle had connected twice and father John shifted ‘3’. It was the other side now. ‘4 ‘. It too was red now. 5. This connected to the middle and welts raised up where the paddle overlapped the earlier strikes. ‘back to class’ father John ordered as he pinned me in place with a stare. Patrick hissed as he pulled up his pants but he made a hasty retreat. At 18 he’d be out of here this summer.
‘Rick. You better not be on the same slope as your brother and cousin’ father John barked as he returned behind his desk. ‘Well’ he snapped.
‘Nnnno sir’ I croaked.
‘Detention-2 weeks’. He handed me a blue slip and told me to be in the gym after school. He wanted me to go straight there or face the consequences… I never left a room so quickly after being dismissed in my entire life!
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First class. Oh great gym. I was the only one in the change room or so I thought. I never knew how the assistant coaches got into class. When we arrived, we were all lined up and told to sit cross legged on the gym floor. We were lectured on health for about 20 minutes then sent out to do the activities by the time we stood up the assistant coaches were there. It never occurred to me that they were college students and that while we were bored out of our minds with the lecture, they were getting ready. As was my usual m.o. I took a locker very far out of the way tucked in behind the showers. That’s when I heard it. Mike’s laugh. Brian deep voice said something and reply in Mike laughed again. Shower stopped, and Brian rushed out in a towel. Brian was shy, while they both changed with us after class he’d be wrapped in a towel. Mike would run around as if he owned the place —college cock swinging. It was a nice cock…. I’d never seen it hard but it was a good 4 inches soft with a nice bush of jet black hair it seemed to nestle in. His balls were low hanging and of average size…
There was a janitor closet right beside the locker I chose. Normally it was closed. The closet had two doors, one leading into the change room and the other into the showers. Today both doors were slightly a jar, if I leaned a little, I could see right into the showers and there was Mike. His athletic body was covered in powdery skin. Stark white. His muscles flexed as he soaped up his cock. He was uncut. Most of us were. He paused in soaping up to stretch the foreskin over his head and soap his dick. He then pulled it forward and back a few times as he soaped it up. His chest muscles flexed with each movement…. He had his head back rinsing his soapy face and hair as he continued to pull his cock. Front clean he turned his back to me. I’m sure he didn’t notice me. He soaped up his back. And the back of each leg. His puckered red ass hole was perfectly visible as he pulled each knee to his chest to soap his feet. Finally both legs down and i saw his ass. It wasn’t a usual bubble butt… in fact I’d say it was flat but muscular … his crease was short. Some guys crease go almost up to their waists - not Mike, it seemed to end way below that. It was a fantastic butt tho. He soaped up his hands. And then his outer buttocks. It was amazing to see his ass all shining and soapy. He roughly soaped his crease. Long slides with his soapy hands. Then turned to rinse.
By this time I’d changed into my gym shorts and shirt but was standing there getting a boner watching Mike he looked up and I quickly moved to my locker. I’m pretty sure he didn’t see me…but I couldn’t go into the gym with a full on boner! I sat on the bench in front of my locker staring at the slightly ajar door. I jumped when a hand touched my shoulder.
It was Brian.
‘What are you doing back here?’
‘I had to go to the principals office and just got changed…’
‘Oh one of your prefix meetings’.
‘Yeah’ I managed to squeak out
Yes I was one of those kids. High grades and drafted to patrol the halls after each periods second bell. To round out my nerdiness I was also part of the library club - one step below the audio visual club.
‘Ok let’s get you to class’
‘I cccant’. I managed to stammer out. I’m not normally a stutterer but I definitely was spooked he’d make me. He shot a look at me and motioned me to stand. As I did the reason I could not go to the coed gym class became obvious. Brain chucked. He didn’t even try to hide his amusement -~ bastard.
‘Ok bud we’ll wait it out’. I sat back down and he took the seat on the bench beside me. The moment he did, his eyes snapped to the open door, a look of confusion and curiosity across his face. He looked back at me I feigned innocence suddenly finding the poorly painted wall in front of me extremely interesting. He reached forward and snapped the door shut and check the handle to make sure it’s locked. He gave me another pat on the shoulder and said ‘come out when you’re ready’. Winked and left.
A few minutes later I ran into the gym. Of course we would have to lineup in alphabetical order, and the line of students were cross legged on the gym floor. I quickly ran to the gap left by the students that would highlight my not being there. Mr Richards said the word prefix like it was some curse. He rolled his eyes and continued with his lecture. I carefully let out a sigh of relief.
I noticed Brian joined Mike and as they talked both shot stares at me. I was so hoping that it was about by being late, not the door. Gym went on as usual. I think I made it 2 feet up the climbing rope before my arms gave out. Gym. I hated it.
Mr Richards blew his whistle loud and long. Everyone turned and headed for the showers. Not me or Cindy. Another fattie. It was our responsibility to put away all the equipment… Brian usually stayed to helped while Mike always fucked off.
As usual Brian said nothing while Cindy and I chatted about the pop quiz yesterday - she was excited to get the test back. Me, not so much.
Brian put a hand on each of my shoulders and steered me into the locker room. It was empty. All the boys had changed and were on their way to math class. I moved quickly, ran into the shower with speed and started to wash, I shot a glance to the closet. Both doors were open again. I was sure Brian closed it.
Rinsing I wrapped my towel around myself and went to my locker. The shower came on again. I tried to ignore it. Tried not to peek - for sure id get caught…. But like some magnet I was looking through the door and there was Mike.
He started by rinsing himself… his dick swung in a bit as water steamed off it. He started to soap up and turned away from me and the door. He was taking longer and I could see steam rising off the hot water. There was no steam last time so it was a hot shower now. He did martial arts with the advanced gym class - not me of course! I could see a bruise on his lower back and he leaned forward as he massaged it, causing his ass cheeks to part. That pink hole was right in front of me about 10 feet away.
He soaped up his back and cheeks again. His ass crack parting to reveal his hole as he lifted each leg. Finally he soaped up his crease like last time. He placed both feet on the floor a river of soap flowing from his ass crack down his right leg. He had his legs slightly apart and this caused his ass cheeks to part slightly…. He soaped up his hand again. Really soaped them. Thick glops of soapy foam fell to the tile.
Leaning forward slightly he moved a hand back. His middle finger rested against his hole. His hands parted his ass and his finger spread soap around the edge of his puckered hole. He pressed harder with each circle. He made a little gasp as he worked the first finger up to his knuckle into his hole and pulled a bit. The hole opened slightly more as his finger moved out a bit then back in. His other hand also pulled on the hole a bit and then the middle finger on that hand joined the other.
I jumped a mile high as the second bell rang. Pulled my pants over my hard on and I ran for the exit. I nearly knocked Brian over at the end of the aisle. He glanced down taking my hard on in and smirked. He glanced to the closet door and his expression changed to surprise. I didn’t stay around to see any other expressions he had as he began to walk to the door. From the shower Mikes moans grew louder. I flew through change room doors backpack held out in front of me.
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