HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 4
  BY: Hooked6  (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
  
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  HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 4
  BY: Hooked6
  
  The next day I pleaded with my mom to let me drop the
  swimming classes. I told her that I could easily do all the
  exercises required of me. As usual my mom was a master of
  logic and said, "Tommy, if the classes are so easy you
  should be able to finish in no time." She had me there.
  "But, MOM. There's nothing but little kids there. I feel so
  foolish among all of them." My mom wasn't buying it and
  reiterated her concerns about my safety. I resigned myself
  to the inevitable.
  
  After being dropped off and entering the locker room, I was
  relieved to see that no moms were present. I stalled in
  front of my assigned locker before undressing until the last
  possible minute. The other boys were all taking their pre-
  lesson showers. I planned on skipping mine. There was no way
  I was going to be naked any longer than I had too.
  
  Soon the locker area was empty and I hurriedly stripped off  
  when I saw Coach Johnson head out to the pool. Like the day
  before, I was the last one to present myself. I tried to act
  like it was no big deal as I walked naked around the pool
  toward my group, but inside my stomach was turning flip-
  flops.
  
  Coach Karen had us line up against the wall as she explained
  today's lesson. I casually placed my hands in front of me
  trying to look natural as I secretly tried to cover myself.
  "Today you are going to learn how to properly breathe in the
  water and the basics of body buoyancy. Once you demonstrate
  these skills you can move up to the Beginner's Class.
  Everyone into the pool, please." Coach Karen instructed. She
  assisted the other boys into the water and I took my place
  at the end of the line.
  
  The first boy assumed the position by himself holding onto
  the edge of the pool like the day before. Coach instructed
  him on how to take a deep breath and exhale while turning
  his head under the water. Once he did this to her
  satisfaction, she had him begin kicking his legs while
  practicing his breathing. It looked easy. I felt better once
  I realized that she was not going to touch us today. One by
  one the boys completed the task. It was pretty boring
  watching the other boys. When my turn arrived, to my utter
  relief, she allowed me to wade over the edge on my own and
  hang on.  I was exposed only for a brief time before turning
  over in the water. I did this task marvelously well I
  thought. It wouldn't be long and I would be OUT of HER group
  and in with Coach Johnson. 
  
  Once we were in a straight line again, Karen told us that we
  were now going to learn how to float - an important life
  saving skill should we ever get into trouble or become too
  tired to swim while in deep water. She demonstrated the
  technique to us by flipping on her back and tilting her head
  back so that her ears were below the water. She floated
  gracefully on the water for a minute or too. When she stood
  up again, I noticed that her now wet red swimsuit revealed
  two prominent, perky nipples that were straining against the
  tight material. Oooh I wish I hadn't noticed that.
  
  Karen went to the first boy and used her hands to support
  the boy on his back while he tried to float. Then when she
  felt he was ready, she removed her hands and observed his
  floating ability. THAT'S when I got nervous. Watching the
  boy floating in the water on his back, I noticed that his
  cock was clearly above the waterline and only a foot away
  from Karen's eyes! My thoughts turned to my body and
  wondered if I could DO THAT. The first boy completed the
  task and was told to present himself to Coach Johnson's
  group. The scene was repeated with the second boy. He too
  was dismissed to the Beginner's Group. 
  
  I tried to console myself that I only had to do this ONE
  thing and I would be outta here! Two more boys were
  promoted. I watched the clock on the wall secretly hoping
  that time would expire but it was not to be. Three boys left
  and it would be my turn! I tried not to focus on Karen in
  her wet suit - which clung like a second skin about her
  body. Her butt was clearly outlined by the material leaving
  little to my imagination. Every now and then she would
  adjust her suit by putting her fingers under the leg elastic
  and re-stretching it lower to conceal her exposed flesh on
  her backside. Each time she did this she pulled the material
  ever so far away giving me a brief peak at even more skin!
  She was making it very difficult for me to maintain my
  composure. 
  
  I decided not to look at her and turned away. That's when it
  happened. I noticed that some moms had entered and were
  sitting in the bleachers observing their sons at the far end
  of the pool. What were they doing here? We still had 25
  minutes to go!! It wasn't time for them to be here yet! A
  couple more walked in and took a seat as well. My cock
  started to stir realizing that I was naked in fairly shallow
  water in clear view of these women - even if they WERE
  behind me still at the other end of the pool. 
  
  Then I heard a familiar voice to my right call out, "Hi
  Eddie!" It was Eddie's mom waving to her son who was
  standing next to me. She had a TEENAGE GIRL walking with
  her! Who WAS she? What was SHE doing here? She wasn't a MOM!
  Eddie waved back and whispered proudly to me, "That's my mom
  and my sister!" This was too much! I was mortified at having
  to be seen naked by a girl my age! My butt, my pubic hair .
  . . my dick! I was sooo ashamed I wanted to die! I thought
  about running but where would I go?
  
  The next two boys finished their task and were sent on their
  way to the Beginner Group. There was only Eddie and me left.
  My legs started to get weak as I watched Coach Karen support
  the little boy on his back. I couldn't help looking at his
  little manhood sticking out of the water wondering how
  obvious I would be held in that same position. Suddenly I
  was no longer concerned about being seen by Coach Karen
  anymore. I was stressing about whether Eddie's mom and
  sister would leave before I had to take my turn! My cock
  jerked a few times and began to get a bit hard. NO! I
  silently pleaded with my body. NOT NOW! Eddie flawlessly
  completed his task as his mom and sister looked on. Was it
  my imagination or did Karen take a little longer with him?
  He too was finally congratulated and sent on his way. The
  little boy waved at his mom and got out of the pool headed
  for the Beginner Group. To my horror his family waved back
  at Eddie and stayed seated talking with each other as he
  walked away.
  
  I stalled for time hoping that they would soon get up and
  follow Eddie. Pretending that something was in my eye, I
  turned my back towards them and faced Karen. I knew that my
  butt was in plain view - but that was better than my front!
  Coach came to my assistance and, placing her hand on my
  shoulder bent down and asked what was wrong. I continued to
  rub my eye saying nothing, hoping it was obvious that I must
  have gotten something in my eye. That's when I heard Eddie's
  mom call out, "Is Tommy OK?" Good Grief - now I KNEW she was
  focusing on me!  I shook my head that I was alright hoping
  she would go away.
  
  "Right Tommy. It's your turn. Ready?" Karen asked. My
  breathing was rapid and Karen must have sensed that I was
  nervous. She said, "Just relax. It will be ok."
  
  I put my hands by my side as I noticed my cock which was now
  pointing parallel to the water. My heart was pounding again.
  I felt two inches tall - like I WAS a little boy like the
  rest of them. I tried to float on my back but I couldn't
  help getting aroused while Karen supported me. She had one
  hand on my lower back and the other on my thighs. I quickly
  looked over to see if Eddie's relatives had left. NOPE! They
  were watching me! I was sure I saw a gleam in Eddie's
  sister's eyes as she looked right at me. My only hope was to
  pass this test and get it over with. I quickly closed my
  eyes.
  
  The cool air on my cock and the touch of Karen's hands made
  me tense my body. It was hopeless. I was erect for everybody
  to see! I looked up at Karen as she held me in place. I
  guess she felt sorry for me because she said in a very
  comforting tone, "It's all right. Just concentrate on what I
  have taught you." Her smile told me that she was VERY aware
  of how aroused I was and yet her words pierced my very soul.
  I was so HUMILIATED! Looking back, I'm sure she was holding
  me in place so long so that I would relax and concentrate,
  but back then I was sure she was only holding me up to
  display to the others! When she finally let go of me, I sank
  like a cement block - first my legs fell below the water
  then the rest of me. I splashed to try and stay afloat but
  Coach Karen corrected me and said we would have to try
  again. I was making a FOOL out of myself in front of Eddie's
  sister! I heard her giggling at me as I stood up to attempt
  to float a second time. Once again, I could only think of
  how exposed I was and became stiff as a board. I sank like a
  rock!
  
  With each failed attempt, Coach Karen's voice got more
  childlike as she tried to offer encouragement and gave me
  instructions so that I would get it right. The worst part
  was when Eddie's sister called out like my own personal
  cheerleader, "YOU CAN DO IT, TOMMY!" My face was very
  flushed. I failed yet a fifth time!
  
  Coach Johnson mercifully blew his whistle at last! Lessons
  were over! "We'll try again tomorrow," Coach Karen said as
  she left me.
  
  As I got out of the pool, Eddie's mom and sister came to
  greet me! I was sooo drained that I just stood there,
  aroused and ashamed. "Are you all right?" asked the woman. I
  nodded affirmatively. Then Eddie came running over with two
  other boys he had met in his new group. "Did you see mom? I
  got promoted!" he said excitedly. His mom smiled
  appreciatively at his accomplishment. Then the other boys
  started laughing and pointed at my dick - "TOMMY'S A
  PERVERT, TOMMY'S A PERVERT!" they chanted mockingly. Eddie's
  sister just laughed at the site before her. I was at the
  point of tears! Having to endure this in front of these
  girls was more than I could take. My lower lip began to
  quiver when Eddie's mom yelled back, "You two STOP that THIS
  INSTANT and go get changed!" She pointed a menacing finger
  at them to move along toward the locker room at which they
  all ran off laughing and carrying on. 
  
  I was left alone with the two girls as Eddie's mom put her
  arm around my shoulder to comfort me.