HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - Part2 BY: HOOKED6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) Copyright September 1, 2000 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 2 BY: Hooked6 My anguish was ever increasing. Standing naked in the pool before Coach Karen as each boy took his turn practicing his kicking, I grew more fearful that I too would have to face the inevitable. My cock was stirring and straining to grow as she moved ever closer to me! At least I was last in line. Perhaps today's lesson would be over before she got to me! When Coach Karen stood next to me and hoisted the boy to my right, I could smell her perfume. Knowing that I was next made my cock spring to life. I was hard and I felt it strain against my hands. OH GOD, NO! I thought. I tried to think of other things but it was of no use. Soon the other boy would be through and it would be my turn! The boys that had gone earlier began to get a little bored and horse around a little, which made Coach Karen take them to task as she tried to maintain order. It was obvious that she could be strict when she wanted too. Finally the boy she was working with was through and she waded towards me! I clutched my groin all the harder and extended open my hands to conceal my shame. "OK, Tommy, It's your turn," she said sweetly. How humiliating I thought! "Do I HAVE to do that?" I protested as she stood inches before me. "I mean, that's KID'S stuff. I know how to do that." Karen seriously replied, "I'm sure you can, but I can't certify that you completed this task until you actually demonstrate that you are competent. Now be a good boy and raise your hands above your head and lock your thumbs." I held my ground and stood still. There was a silence in our area of the pool as the other boys became aware of my reluctance. Now ALL eyes were upon me. That's ALL I needed. "TOMMY. I haven't got all day, Let's get with the program here." My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to leap from my chest. My breathing became rapid and my mouth was dry. My penis became a little soft as I felt my erection start to subside. There was no way out. I was NEVER going to get to swim at home if I didn't complete this course. It was now or never. Maybe if I got it over with while I was somewhat soft, no one would be the wiser and I would get used being naked. One thing was certain, the longer I delayed, the more obvious I was to the crowd. I swallowed hard and slowly raised my hands away from my pelvis and placed them above my head and locked my thumbs. With the shallow water barely above my knees I was now completely exposed to Coach Karen. I looked in her eyes. Though she was very professional thus far, I couldn't help but notice her glance down at my cock then look back into my eyes and smile. That alone was almost too much for me. Silently she let me know she now KNEW what I looked like! How awful! No one had seen me this way in a long time - not even my own mom had seen me naked for at least three years. Coach Karen then placed her right hand just above my pubic hair and, bending down somewhat, placed her left arm across my thighs and tried to bend me over into the water. Feeling her hand above my pelvis made my cock stick straight up! I heard a few snickers from the boys standing just next to me. I stiffened my body, I guess resisting her actions as she tried to balance me over onto the water. This caused me to fall over out of her grasp and under the water - completely submerging myself! I panicked thrashing my arms trying to get to the surface and jumped up gasping for air to the hysterical laughter of the other boys. Though I realize that Coach Karen was only trying to do her job, she didn't help matters by saying, "Oh Tommy, Don't be so embarrassed. Stuff like that happens all the time. I've seen it all before." The sweet and feminine quality to her voice made it all the harder for me to control my cock. Fortunately, I think the other boys thought she was talking about my clumsy effort to complete the assignment. But I KNEW Karen wasn't talking about my falling into the water - the excitement in her voice told me she was talking about my ERECTION! "Now let's try this again shall we?" Karen said. Once again I stood up in the water and my now wet cock and pubic hair were exposed. I was sooo erect and sooo embarrassed. Karen put her right hand a little lower this time - her fingers between my erect cock and belly, actually touching the top of my pubic hair. "You are bigger than the other boys, Perhaps it was my fault you fell. Maybe I need to get a better grip this time." She said. Upon hearing that, many of the boys erupted into hysterical laughter. Their minds were obviously in the gutter. "QUIET CLASS!" Karen barked in a firm tone. "You'll all run laps if you keep this up!" Silence ensued. She then put her left arm much higher on my thighs than before - just below my balls. My cock jumped at her touch. "Now RELAX," she said and with one quick motion I was on my belly floating in the water with the support of her hands. She held me there for a minute as my breathing once again became very rapid. "Calm down," she said. "Take slow deep breaths." Soon she guided me toward the ledge and I held on. I kicked my legs and, like the first boy of the class, made a terrific splashing. "Not so hard," Karen instructed. I heard more laughter from the other boys. After a minute or so, I stared to get the hang of it. Even with Karen holding me up, it was more difficult to keep an even rhythm in the water than I had previously thought. The soft feeling of her hand so close to my scrotum was very intense! As I kicked away, the back of my cock would frequently rub up against her hand on my belly as she held me in place. I knew she must be aware of that but she held her position. Her fingers would also pull against my pubic hair as my hips rotated with each kick. This caused me to have some very strong urges to cum - right there in the water! I couldn't let that happen! I would be mortified! "VERY GOOD TOMMY! I knew you could do it," Karen said proudly as Coach Johnson blew his whistle. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stopped kicking while Karen continued to hold me afloat as everyone else stopped their lessons and the place got quiet. Her hands felt really terrific! I knew Coach Karen, standing there in silence, MUST be looking directly at my naked butt, which had to be inches from her face. I wondered if she could see my asshole. I worried that I might not be clean "back there." My cheeks tensed up at the thought! I didn't want her to see if I wasn't! "Class is over for today, see you all tomorrow. Now, WALK don't RUN to the locker room, boys." Coach Johnson yelled across the pool for all to hear. Karen helped me up and assisted the others out of the pool. The rest of the group headed off with the others. I started to leave too and no sooner had gotten out of the water, when I heard Coach Karen say, "Tommy, wait up a minute." I stopped dead in my tracks. NOW WHAT? I wondered. Karen stood before me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "I don't want you to be discouraged by what happened today. You'll do fine, you'll see. Don't dwell on being AWKWARD in front of the other boys. You have a fine athletic body and will do well. OK?" I know now she was referring to my humiliation, but at the time all I could think of was that she had noticed my body. She smiled a friendly smile that melted my heart and left me on my own. I immediately put my hands down to cover myself and started toward the locker room. As I got closer to Coach Johnson, I felt better and got control of myself. My cock went down, which was perfect timing as I just knew I couldn't let HIM see me like that! By the time I reached him, I was more myself and my hands relaxed at my side. "How'd it go Tommy?" he asked, looking up from his chores. I looked toward the floor hoping he hadn't seen my shame earlier. "Uh. . . OK I guess." I responded. Coach smiled and I continued on into the locker room.