Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you."

"But, you might want to try and get control of yourself in the next few minutes. After I paddle you, I will make you face the class and take off your jock, just like I did with Tim. Then you can show the class just how much you enjoyed this. I don't really care what condition you happen to be in. But some of the other boys might not be as accepting of your preference as I am."

"Yes, Miss Evans, I'll try."

"Oh, one more thing. You boys don't know it yet, but when we go back into the locker room you'll all be taking your first group shower. That's a nude shower, of course, with all of you in there at the same time. And you'll be right there with the other boys, soaping up and washing your boy parts while we watch. So you'll have a few more opportunities today to show the other boys how much you're enjoying P.E. class." I couldn't help but laugh a little bit after saying that. Maybe I was being too mean to Jim, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to make sure he remembered this day and never even thought about disobeying me again.

I moved back to the other side of the bench and aligned the paddle across the widest part of Jim's ass. I held it there for a brief moment, pressing it firmly against his bare skin. Then in one fluid movement, I pull my arm back and then let it go, hitting Jim firmly with the solid wooden paddle. Like Tim before him, he let out a loud involuntary "ow", signaling to me that the first swat succeeded in getting his attention. Without hesitation, I pulled my arm back and let the second one fly. Then almost immediately I delivered the third one, which made a loud cracking sound that echoed in the gym.

I now briefly paused, once again firmly pressing the wooden paddle against his bare skin. I move the paddle back and forth, making sure that he felt the wood as he waited and anticipated the final swats. I pulled my arm back again and delivered the fourth one, which caused the loudest cry of pain from Jim's mouth. Once more my arm pulled back as if I was winding up for the pitch. I let the pitch fly, striking Jim out with another loud cry.

Backing away from the bench, I signaled to John that he should release Jim from his bounds. Jim stood up and immediately rubbed his bright red ass with both of his hands. From my vantage point, I could see that Jim was still hard with the front of his jock being stretched away from his body.

"Stand next to Tim," I ordered. "Remove your jockstrap first, then face the class."

We all watched as Jim first turned away from the class, then hocked his thumbs into the waistband of his jockstrap and pulled it down to the ground. Stepping out of it, he picked it up and then walked over next to Tim. But he was still facing away from the class.

"Turn around Jim," I commanded.

Jim reluctantly turned around and faced the class, revealing his fully erect cock to the other boys. I immediately heard a few gasps of surprise from the class, and several boys were pointing and obviously talking amongst themselves about Jim's little problem. As it was before in the locker room, Jim's cock was fully hard and sticking straight out from his body at a ninety degree angle. The skin was pulled tightly enough so that some of the veins could be seen and his head was fully engorged and was a little thicker than his shaft.

"Now get back into position. You know the drill by now - feet apart, hands behind your head." The damage was already done for Jim, he was already the target of ridicule by the other boys. But I wanted him in an even more embarrassing position - one where he knew that there was no chance of covering up his erection.

"Alright, boys," I said turning toward the class. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. Class will be much easier for you if you simply obey the rules. But Mr. Moore and I won't hesitate to administer punishment when you don't. None of you should want to end up like Tim and Jim here." I paused to make sure the class was listening, and to provide a few more seconds of embarrassment for the two boys.

"In just a minute I'm going to send all of you back into the locker room," I said. "When you get there, stand in front of your locker, feet apart and hands behind your back. Most importantly, do not get dressed -stay just as you are right now. Jim and Tim, that goes for you too - stay just as you are right now. Does everyone understand? Good, then let's go boys." The three adults watched as the 17 boys hurried into the narrow door of the locker room.

{*Part Eleven: Showers*}

"You can take care of that later, John," I said to him. He was about to take the bench back into the office, but I had a more important job for him.

"Sure thing," John replied. "Did you want me to go over the shower procedures like I did last year?"

"Yes, if you don't mind, I think it worked out better for the boys when you did it," I answered.

"I agree," he replied. "Do we still have time for the full demo, or should I cut it short?"

"The full demonstration would be much better, and it looks like we still have time," I said after looking at my watch. "If you just do what you did last year that would be terrific."

"OK, then I'll go ahead and get ready for that." John immediately turned and followed the last boy into the locker room. Once John left, Sarah approached and we both started to walk toward the locker room.

"Is John handling the shower procedures again this year," she sheepishly asked me. She was in attendance last year when John handled this part of the orientation for the senior boys. By the look on her face, she was obviously hoping that he would be doing it again this year.

"Yes, we just talked about it and he is," I replied.

"Oh, well that's good," she said, "I thought the boys got a lot out of it last year when he did it."

"Yes, they did, and I think we did too," I said as I turned to her and grinned. She immediately broke into laughter.

Sarah and I entered the locker room and turned down the middle aisle. As we walked down the aisle, we immediately saw that each boy was silently standing in front of his locker with their hands behind their back and their feet parted. As ordered, they all still had their jockstraps on, except for Jim and Tim who were still nude due to their punishment. I couldn't help but be amazed at the dramatic difference in behavior compared to the beginning of class. Clearly these boys had already learned a lesson or two in obedience today.

As we got closer to the boys, we saw that John had taken a locker right next to the boys and was in the process of undressing. He had already removed his shoes and socks and was about to pull off his Navy Blue polo shirt. You could see that the boys were trying to watch him as he undressed, but they were afraid to turn and look directly at him for fear of breaking some rule. And they appeared to be completely dumbfounded as to why he was undressing.

The idea for John to demonstrate the shower procedures came about innocently enough. When John was hired last year, it was the first time that I had an assistant for any of my classes. When it came time for this all-seniors class, I had to explain all of my special procedures to him, since everything was obviously new to him. After explaining how I had always handled the shower procedures in the past, I jokingly mentioned that since I now had a male assistant, I could have him do a demonstration for the boys. Either he didn't realize that I was only joking, or he was really trying hard to impress me that first year. He was fresh out of the military, so he was certainly accustomed to group showers and a general lack of privacy. So perhaps it just wasn't that big of a deal for him. Or the real answer may be that deep down he was turned on by the idea. Having gotten to know John much better over the last year, I think that is a distinct possibility. But regardless of the reason, John offered to do a full shower demo for the boys. And a full demo it was. Last year Sarah and I watched as John stripped off completely and got into the shower to show the boys the most efficient way to thoroughly wash themselves. I'm assuming that John is prepared for a repeat performance today.

Sarah and I stopped a few feet away from John and the boys and continued to watch as he undressed. His shirt was now off, revealing his tight, muscular chest and arms, decorated with just the right amount of hair to be appealing. It was now time for me to address the boys while John finished undressing.

"Boys, as we said at the beginning, you will all take a cleansing soap shower at the end of each and every class. And as you might have already guessed, it is now time for your first shower." There were immediately a few groans of complaint and disgust from the boys. I suppose some of them might have still thought that they wouldn't actually have to shower today. But we've had them do everything else, in spite of the fact that they didn't even have their P.E. uniform. Why they might think that we would skip the shower is a mystery to me.

I paused to see if John was ready to take over the shower discussion. He was facing his locker and was just now loosening the waist band on his shorts. As everyone in the room watched, John pulled the light tan coach's shorts down from his hips, slid them down to the floor and stepped out of them. Once again there were a few audible gasps from the boys, this time as they saw that John was now standing at his locker wearing just a jockstrap, just as they were. I turned to look at Sarah and saw that she was enjoying the sight of John's bare ass and smiling ear to ear. And John did have a very nice ass indeed. He had what could be described as a bubble butt - but it was very muscular and tight. And the back of his thighs were toned and had well-defined muscles. The rear straps of his jock were stretched tight, as if they were a picture frame around a priceless work of art. After hanging his shorts in the locker, he turned around to face us, and the boys. Our first glimpse of the front of his jock was just as spectacular. The mesh of his jock was pulled tightly against what was obviously an ample package. While his pouch wasn't translucent and wet with sweat as the boys' were, you could still clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. His balls appeared to be large enough to stretch the bottom of his pouch, while his cock pointed downward and rested comfortable on top of them in a graceful, but prominent arch. His jock was tight enough to confirm that John was circumcised.

"And as you have all noticed," I continued, "Mr. Moore is now ready to go over the shower procedures with you. Mr. Moore, whenever you're ready."

"Thank you Miss Evans," John said. "First of all, boys, let me review the shower procedures with you. After that we'll all go and take our first shower together." As John began to speak to them, he walked back and forth down the aisle between the two rows of boys. Watching this grown man, clad only in his jockstrap, as he casually walked among these boys was certainly an interesting sight to see. Seeing just these senior boys in their jockstraps, you would get the impression that they were physically mature, but young men. But when you saw them standing next to John, there really wasn't any comparison. The fact that John was more physically mature than these boys was obvious.

"Now, as soon as class ends," John continued, "you will all come back into the locker room and immediately get undressed. You don't have to stand at your locker and wait for everyone as you are right now - that's only for today. And when I say that you get undressed, that means everything off. You'll normally be wearing your complete P.E. uniform, so shoes, sock, shorts and strap all need to come off before you shower. Most of the time you'll already be shirtless because you finished the class by running laps, just as you did today. Everyone understand so far?"

"Yes, Mr. Moore," the boys half-heartedly replied.

"Good, then let's all get ready - get those straps off, boys!" The boys, and John, all hooked their fingers into the waistband of their jockstraps and pulled them down to the floor. Some of them were so wet with sweat that it looked like they were being peeled off of their young bodies. A few of the boys took the time to put them in their locker with their other clothes, while others just discarded their jockstrap on the concrete bench behind them.

"Remember that those straps are yours and you'll need to wear them again tomorrow," John said. "So since none of you have a combination lock, make sure you take them home tonight." Sarah and I were once again treated to the sight of these nude males - this time 18 of them instead of 17. Many of the boys seemed apprehensive about being nude again and immediately covered themselves with their hands. Normally if they did that I would force them to uncover themselves. But I didn't bother with that now, since they were all about to walk to the shower room anyway. Taking a quick look at Jim, I saw that he was still hard, although his erection might have gone down a little from his previous state. I also noticed that another boy, Dave Ingles, looked like he could find himself in the same situation at any minute. And John, he seemed very casual about the whole thing and was obviously very comfortable in his own skin. He didn't seem to mind being nude in front of these boys, or the two adult females in the room. And he looked just as good as I remembered from last year. His cock was long and thick and was resting on a pair of large balls. They weren't hanging especially low, but the skin of his scrotum was loose and his testicles were visibly larger than most of the boys. His entire groin area was covered in a dark brown fur that ended in a tapered trail leading up to his navel.

"And boys, whatever you do, don't ever try to take a shower in your strap, or worse yet in your briefs," John said as he began to walk back and forth again amongst the boys. "For some reason, we see that a lot, especially in our regular classes with younger boys. There's always a few boys that are just too bashful to take a shower in the nude, so they decide to leave their strap on. That's just stupid. You can't get fully clean that way, and there's no good reason for it. You certainly wouldn't take a shower like that at home. If we catch you doing that, you won't receive shower credit that day. And we'll make you strip and re-shower anyway. Does everyone understand?" The boys all nodded in agreement.

"Now, once you've stripped down completely, you'll walk to the shower room, as we all will in just a minute. Remember to lock your locker before you do. And most importantly, no running! Once the showers are turned on, things start to get wet and slippery in here, and we don't want anyone to get hurt." At that moment, John had just turned around and was walking back toward us. He looked up at us and smiled when he saw that Sarah and I were both watching him. I gave him a big smile in return and then immediately turned my attention back to what he had dangling between his legs. I admit that I occasionally get aroused seeing all of these senior boys, but watching a grown man like John as he casually walks through the locker room in the nude - that really gets my juices flowing.

"When you get to the shower room," John continued, "you'll see that there's an outer area where you'll dry off separated from a larger area with the actual showers. By the time you get there, Miss Evans or I will have already turned the showers on, so you don't have to worry about that. You'll get under an available shower head, rinse off and then soap up - we always make sure the dispensers on the wall are full. Once you're clean, you'll rinse off again and then move back into the drying area. There you'll be given one fresh towel which you'll use to dry off. That's also when we check off your shower status on the class roster. Any questions so far?" John stopped and looked at the boys to see if there were any questions. There weren't.

"Once you've dried off, you'll throw the wet towel into a hamper there in the towel room, and then walk back to your locker and get dressed in your street clothes. The wet towels stay in the towel room - we don't want soiled towels all over the locker room. That means you'll walk back to your locker the same way you started - nude! Don't bother trying to wrap a towel around you for the walk back to your locker. If we see you doing that - well, you can probably figure out the penalty for that. Any questions?" John once again looked around and paused for any questions. Knowing that John was almost done, Sarah and I turned and walked in the direction of the shower room.

"Alright then, everyone follow me into the shower," John said. Just as Sarah and I entered the shower room, we heard John and the boys following closely behind us. As we entered, we moved to the left side of the drying area so we could stay out of the way but still observe the proceedings.

"Watch your step, boys," John said as he entered behind us. "Like I said, once the water starts flowing, things can get slippery in here. I want all of you to stand over here so you'll be able to see." John directed them to the right side of the drying area across from us. As the boys were still filing into the drying area, John turned a valve on the wall which started the water flowing to the first bank of four shower heads on the left side of the shower room. The shower area itself was just a large tiled room with 12 shower heads on both the left and right sides for a total of 24 shower heads. The shower heads were separately controlled in banks of four, which allowed us to use only as many heads as necessary. After a large freshmen class, we'd typically turn all of them on. But for a class this small, that would be total overkill and a waste of water.

Sarah and I continued to watch as all of the boys entered the drying area. Jim was still hard and his embarrassing problem showed no sign of going down anytime soon. The other boy that I saw, Dave Ingles, was also now hard, with his rigid cock pointing at a ninety degree angle away from his body. But I wasn't surprised. There's one place in the entire gym where boys get erect more often than any other, and that's the shower! Year after year I've seen boys get hard in the shower, regardless of whether they are puny freshmen or mature seniors. And it always makes me wonder - why do they get hard? Of course, I knew that their bodies were all raging with hormones. But why in the shower? I could lead a group of boys through this entire orientation, strip them completely, inspect them, have Sarah give them a quick once-over, run them through some exercises, completely embarrass them - and still they wouldn't get hard. But just mention that they're about to take a shower and bam! Instant hard-on. My god, they're not even in the shower yet - just the thought of getting all soaped-up in the shower with the other boys is enough to get them aroused. Did their mommies and daddies raise them to believe that showering with other males was taboo or inappropriate? Maybe they're getting excited because we're forcing them to break those rules. I don't know that I will ever really understand it.

"Alright, boys," John continued. "You won't have a lot of time to shower each day after class, so I'm going to show you how to do this efficiently." As he was talking, John stepped into the shower and got under the shower head on the end. "The first thing to do is to thoroughly rinse the sweat off yourself. That means get your entire body under the shower head and let the water do the work for you. And since we don't provide any shampoo, you need to make sure you also rinse the sweat from your hair."

John turned his back toward us and stuck his head directly under the forceful stream of water. He vigorously rubbed his hands through his hair to rinse out any sweat. Turning back to face us, he lifted his left arm under the flow of water, followed by his right. He turned away from us again to show us how he moved his hands up and down against his butt cheeks, at one point pulling them apart to allow the water to flow down his crack. Finally, he turned to face us one more time and began to rinse his genitals. He spread his feet apart slightly and used both of his hands to lift his cock and balls, rinsing them and his upper thighs under the stream of water. All of the hair on John's body was now wet and flattened against his bare skin. John was very fit and definitely in shape, but this seemed to exaggerate his physic, providing much more definition to his muscles. The hair on his chest that was so apparent before had now virtually disappeared. All except for the trail of dark hair leading down from his navel to his groin. That, along with his pubic hair, seemed to be even more pronounced now that it was wet. The thick bush of hair surrounding and covering his cock and balls was now pressed against his skin and dripping with water. This meant that you could now see his genitals in much more detail. It was as if they were now just outlined and framed by the dark ring of his wet pubic hair instead of being covered by it.