HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 3
  BY: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
  
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  HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 3
  BY: Hooked6
  
  I quietly made my way past Coach Johnson toward the locker
  room. Even though I had spent over an hour nude in a pool
  with a bunch of other younger boys, I still wasn't used to
  being naked in such a public place. I was glad that this
  whole experience was about to come to an end. 
  
  As I entered the locker area the noise was almost deafening.
  The air was filled with the laughter and yelling of the boys
  as they toweled off and got dressed. Though the thought of
  my humiliating exposure of my erection to Coach Karen was
  still fresh in my mind, I began to relax a little as my
  penis was now normal in size. Walking past the rows of boys
  in various stages of dress, knowing I was soon to be on my
  way home, I felt a little more secure with my own nakedness.
  That is - until I turned the last corner of lockers
  approaching my own and saw a little boy's mom standing next
  to my locker helping her son get dressed! WHAT WAS SHE DOING
  HERE? I wondered.  
  
  I froze in my tracks. I turned around and thought I could
  wander away out of sight until she left. That's when I spied
  other mom's coming into the locker room to fetch their sons!
  I was trapped. This couldn't be I thought. This was the BOYS
  locker room! Then I got a worse thought - what if MY mom was
  on her way in? I started to panic.
  
  Just then Coach Johnson came into the room and saw me
  standing there. "Forget where your locker is Tommy?" he
  asked. Not knowing what to say I shook my head yes. "It's
  right over here, just follow me," He said helpfully. Somehow
  the site of a strong male figure helped to calm me a little.
  
  I stopped walking and said, "Coach? What are all these
  LADIES doing in the BOY'S locker room?" Coach Johnson
  replied, "Oh they are just mom's like your own. We allow
  them to come in and help their sons get ready since many of
  the boys are so young."
  
  "BUT. . .  BUT, we are all NAKED! AND. . .  they're GIRLS!"
  I protested. Coach just laughed and said, "I would venture
  to say that they have seen it all before. After all, they're
  just moms. Don't let it bother you. Here you go, Tommy,
  number 124. It's your locker I think." With that he turned
  and left me standing naked next to this young mom helping
  her 6 year-old son put his underwear on. 
  
  I was so embarrassed. The mom was standing with her back
  toward me thank goodness. I started to open my locker in the
  hope that I could get dressed before she saw me. I was so
  much older than these younger boys. I wasn't a kid - I was
  almost 14!! It wasn't the same with me. These may be moms
  but these were also LITTLE boys they were helping! I had
  developed much more. I was, well you know, different. I was
  - hell I was almost a man!
  
  I was trying to be really quiet so as not to attract
  attention. I couldn't help noticing the woman was wearing a
  yellow skirt that was just above her knees. My mom hardly
  ever wore skirts. I felt a stirring in my penis as I tried
  not to concentrate on the fact that I was standing naked
  almost a foot away from a total stranger - a woman no less!
  My heart was racing once again and my fingers became a
  clumsy bunch of sticks. I was shaking so hard someone  might
  have thought I was freezing to death. HURRY-UP I scolded
  myself mentally! I tried to sneak close to the locker to
  shield myself as I fumbled with the latch and my penis
  involuntarily jerked reminding me of how vulnerable I was!
  Please don't let anyone else see me, PLEASE, I silently
  begged.
  
  The locker door made a sound as I opened it that caught her
  attention. "Oh, hello!" the lady said in a welcoming voice
  as she turned toward me. "I didn't know they had older boys
  in this class. I'm Eddie's mom. Pleased to meet you," she
  said as she held out her hand. I was still facing my locker.
  I couldn't very well shake her hand and stay facing the way
  I was. I knew I was doomed. The sound of her voice caused my
  cock to start to swell and the thought of having another
  woman see me naked was having an effect on me. I quickly
  turned to shake her hand, figuring that I had better get
  this over with before I was fully erect.  
  
  I turned toward her and placed my hand in hers. My penis was
  sticking straight out, parallel to the floor - but at least
  it wasn't completely hard. Feeling the warmth of her
  feminine hand in mine caused my cock to start to climb
  skyward - right before her eyes! I quickly shook her hand
  and said, "Hello" in a rather meek voice. The lady kept hold
  of my hand while asking, "What's your name?" I tried to
  graciously pull my hand away but it was held firm in her
  grasp. "Tommy," I replied quickly, hoping that would satisfy
  her and she would let go. 
  
  She looked at me with a smile and while she said, "It's nice
  to meet you," I saw her glance down at my now erect cock!
  "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Eddie really
  likes these lessons, and I'm sure YOU are enjoying them
  too," she said with a musical tone to her voice. I stood
  there like a stupid idiot - my cock sticking straight up now
  pointing toward the ceiling - holding this lady's hand in
  mid air. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes then
  she let go when her son tugged at her skirt. I was really
  humiliated. That's twice I had pulled a boner in front of a
  lady. I prayed that none of the other boys would see my
  shame. I hated my body!!
  
  As soon as she turned to help him, I quickly grabbed the
  first thing I was able to reach in my locker. Unfortunately
  it was my T-shirt, which did little to completely shield my
  condition from any onlookers. No sooner had I pulled it over
  my head than I heard another lady's voice come up from
  behind me and say to the little boy next to me, "Hi Eddie.
  Have fun today."
  
  Another woman! I knew she could see my bare butt below my T-
  shirt! I could almost feel her eyes on my backside. I just
  KNEW she was staring at it. I can't let her see me too I
  thought!
  
  I was really aroused now and felt pressure building between
  my legs. I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and put them on.
  As I fumbled to retrieve my pants from the locker I felt a
  hand on my back. It was Eddie's mom. She was introducing me
  to the lady explaining how I was taking classes with her
  son. It was all too much for me. I came right in my shorts!
  My cock was pulsating as I heard them talk about me - over
  and over again shooting hot liquid into my white cotton
  briefs. OH GOD! I hope they didn't realize what I was doing
  as they were talking right behind me! Even though my cock
  was creaming my underwear soaking wet, I bent over with my
  back still to them and slid my pants on - hurriedly zipping
  them up! Just in time too as just then Eddie's mom started
  to turn me around to meet her friend! 
  
  I was standing before these two ladies with very wet
  underwear beneath my pants, face flushed and my heart
  galloping a mile-a-minute!  I didn't dare look down to see
  if it was noticeable to them. Suddenly, it was so warm in
  that locker room. My face was starting to perspire and I
  felt lightheaded. I just wanted to get out of there! I bid
  this new lady hello and grabbed my shoes and walked out of
  the room barefoot!
  
  My mom was waiting in the front reception area. She was
  somewhat surprised that I was Barefoot. I explained it by
  saying that I didn't want to make her wait as I had lost
  track of time. She laughed and told me that we had plenty of
  time for me to put on my shoes. 
  
  Sitting in the front seat on the drive home, I was painfully
  aware of the dampness in my shorts! I felt liquid dribble
  down between my legs as we drove. I lived in mortal dread
  that I would be discovered. Even though I was covered, I was
  certain that my mom somehow could see what I had done. I
  would just DIE if my own mom ever found out that I came in
  my shorts! What would I say to her to explain this? I cursed
  every red light that we encountered on the way home! I
  couldn't wait to get home so that I could change. I was so
  nervous I hardly said a word. My mom must have sensed
  something was amiss as she kept asking me if I was OK.  "I'm
  just ah, tired. . .from all the exercise. . . you know," I
  said. That seemed to satisfy her.
  
  I couldn't believe I had to do it all again tomorrow!