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Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education

By: JimmyJohnson



This story is a work of fiction. All of the characters are at least 18 years old. The story is set in 1970 and describes the first day of a boy's high school physical education class. It is told by the female P.E. teacher as she and her male assistant take the boys through an orientation on the first day of class. I set the story in this period because it was a much different time than the one in which we live today. Having grown up in the 1960's and 70's myself, I know that it was a time in which a teacher's authority was not questioned and a different standard of what was considered acceptable behavior existed, for the teachers as well as the boys. On occasion, this manifested itself as P.E. teachers that might be considered cruel and even sadistic by today's standards. Primarily, this is a story about control, submission and embarrassment. I've tried to create a scene that evokes the feelings of anxiety, helplessness, and embarrassment that boys of that time may have experienced in the steamy, homoerotic world of a typical boys P.E. class. There are no sex scenes in this story. If you're looking for such a story, you'll need to look elsewhere. While there is a brief medical scene, this isn't solely a medical fetish story, since that's not its primary theme. The story is presented in 12 parts. 

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{*Part One: Introduction*}

I arrived back at my office after finishing lunch. Since I've been teaching here at St. Bartholomew's for so long, my seniority allowed me to choose which lunch period I'd like. I usually choose the late period, as I did again this semester. It runs from 12:35 to 1:25, right after my fourth period class. Personally, I liked the later lunch period since it seemed to shorten the afternoon for me. At this point in my day, I only had two more class periods and then I was done for the day. 

I looked at my watch and realized that I still had about ten minutes until the next class began. That should be plenty of time to review the list of students and prepare for the class. I unlocked the door to my office, stepped inside and immediately found the class roster for the fifth period class. As I opened the folder of paperwork on my desk, I thought about all the years that I had been teaching high school physical education, all of them here at St. Bart's. It's hard to believe that it's now 1970, January 3rd to be exact, and that I had been doing this for almost 10 years. Yes, it was somewhat unusual for a female like me to be the primary instructor for a boys P.E. class. I was originally hired to teach the girls, but the male instructor left in the middle of my first year here at St. Bart's. I had to quickly take over for the girls and boys. There were some initial complaints about a female teaching the boys, being with them in the locker room, observing their showers and such. But the administration seemed to like the results I was getting, and never bothered to hire a male replacement. They did hire another female teacher to teach the girls, and they also very recently hired John to assist me with the boys. But I've really been in charge of things for these past 10 years. 

I remembered a time when I actually enjoyed teaching P.E. early on in my career. But lately, I had become bored with it. It just seemed like the same thing, over and over again, class after class, semester after semester. And that was especially true on a day like today, the very first day of a new semester. While that first day of class was certainly different, it still became rather boring for me, since the procedure was always the same. We'd review the same procedures, discuss the same rules and answer the same questions each and every semester. Even the boys that I taught all seemed to be the same every semester. There was nothing really striking or different about them. 

But as I looked at the list of male students in front of me, I was reminded that this was my very favorite class of physical education to teach each and every year. I actually looked forward to it all year. It was what I had started to call my "last chance" P.E. class. It was always a very small class of boys, and all of them were seniors. As I reviewed the list of names and birth dates in front of me, I saw that all of them were 18 years old, the youngest having turned 18 just a week ago. Normally the boys at St. Bart's took physical education during their freshmen or sophomore year, just to get it out of the way. After all, the one credit hour for P.E. was a requirement for graduation. Most students didn't wait until the very last minute to satisfy the P.E. requirement.

But each year, the guidance counselor's office reserved this class for seniors only, just to make sure that all of them had the opportunity to earn their P.E. credit and graduate. So for whatever reason, all of the seniors in this class waited until now to take P.E. Over the years, I've heard different reasons for waiting this long. Some students were college-bound overachievers and loaded up their schedules for the first few years with more important core classes. Others simply procrastinated and waited until now, when it was almost too late. But most of the boys in this class didn't take P.E. earlier because they were trying to avoid it for as long as possible. Some of them might have even been hoping to find a way to skip it altogether. St. Bart's generously allowed students that participate in team sports to count their sport as the necessary P.E. graduation credit. So I knew that none of the boys in this class played any sports during high school, otherwise they wouldn't need to be here. Most of them weren't very athletic, and didn't like the idea of forced, regimented exercise. And some of them talked to other students, and didn't like some of the rules and procedures that I enforce in my P.E. classes. Some of them were actually fearful of physical education, since certain aspects of it are embarrassing. 

Well, the joke is on all of them now. They all must have a P.E. credit hour in order to graduate, and this is their last semester before graduation - their last chance. They're all finally mine now! 

The other thing I really liked about this class is that it occupies the fifth and sixth periods of the day - a double period. Normally, students earn their P.E. credit hour in a single period class that meets every day for an entire year, two semesters. But since these boys have waited until the very last semester, we have to use two class periods back to back to earn that same credit hour. That means that instead of a normal class period of only 55 minutes, these boys will be with me every day from 1:30 until 3:25, that's almost two full hours! That extra class time is what really makes this fun. Each day I can work them harder and longer than I normally would - making them really work up a sweat. And the extra time even comes in handy today, during class orientation. It allows me to really take my time with the boys and go over the class rules and procedures. The boys don't know it yet, but instead of just reviewing the rules today, they'll actually get to see what a normal class period is like. Starting today, I'll make them all regret that they waited this long to take P.E. By the end of the day, I guarantee that they'll all wish they had taken it as a freshmen. 

Just then I heard my assistant John walk into the office.

"Have a good lunch, Margaret?" he asked. 

"Yes, mine was good, how about yours, John" I replied.

"It was just OK, I thought the fish needed something," John said. 

"You mean flavor?"

"Yeah, something like that," John replied with a laugh. "I see you're going over the roster. This is the last chance class of seniors again, right?"

"Yes, that's right, so we'll have a busy two hours ahead of us. I guess you remember this same class from last year."

"I sure do, that was a bit of a surprise last year. At least I know what to expect this time, since this is my second year at St. Bart's." 

John Moore joined me as my physical education assistant in the fall 1968 semester, so this is only his fourth semester at the school. We have a pretty good working relationship and we've actually become very good friends. John had served his time in the army before joining us here at St. Bart's. He's fairly young, I think he's only around 23 years old, about 11 years my junior, and he's friendly and pretty good working with the students. I actually think he's a great role model for the boys, since he did his duty in the military and has now resumed civilian life. He's also in great shape, which sets a fine example for the boys. 

"Will the school nurse be helping again this year?" John asked.

"Yes, John, I asked Nurse Draper to come by around 2:00, we should be ready for her by then."

Just then we heard the bell ring, signaling the end of the fourth period. We should be seeing the students for our next class any time now. I quickly placed my copy of the class roster and other forms into my clip board to prepare for class. I grabbed the thin stack of 3x5 locker assignment cards that I had prepared this morning during my free period. I also prepared a second clip board for John which I handed to him as I stood up.

"Here you go, John, your copy of the class roster."

"Thanks, Margaret," he replied with a smile. He quickly scanned the list to see how large the class would be this year. "Only 17 boys this year," he said. "That's a little smaller than last year, isn't it?"

"It varies by a couple of boys either way. I think we had 19 last year," I answered. "Either way, it's small enough where we can give these seniors our undivided attention."

As we were talking, the doors to the gym opened and we saw our next class of boys begin to file into the gym. Since it was such a small class, it seemed like just a trickle of students as they entered the gym, instead of the larger mad rush of boys that we see for a normal class period. As we watched more boys straggle into the gym, we decided that it was time to go out and meet the "last chance" senior class of 1970. 

"Time to get started," I said to John. We both walked out of the office that was adjoining the gym with our clipboards in hand. As usual, John and I are both wearing our coach's uniform, consisting of light tan coaches' shorts and a navy blue polo shirt. And most importantly, we both had our trusty whistles hanging around our necks. Just as we began to walk toward the group of boys, we heard the bell ring again, signaling the beginning of the fifth period. 

{*Part Two: Getting Started*}

The boys were all just milling about in our end of the gym, just inside the doors. They weren't lined up in any way - they were just standing there, talking with each other. Two boys were actually sitting down on the gym floor, as if they were too tired to even stand up. Normally, I'd try to get them all lined up in some organized fashion, but today I didn't need to. We'd have plenty of opportunities to instill some order into these boys today. As John and I walked toward them, most of them at least stopped talking and carrying on with each other. That was a hopeful sign. Once in position in front of the boys, I blew the whistle that was hanging around my neck. 

"Let me have your attention, boys," I said in a loud voice. Everyone, except for two boys to my far left, stopped talking. "I said I need your attention, right now, that means you stop talking immediately," I said in an even louder voice. At last the two boys stopped talking. I looked out upon the group of senior boys and saw that I now finally had their attention. Every young face was looking directly at me. It was a conscious decision on my part to always refer to them as boys, rather than men, or gentlemen. The boys before me were all seniors, they were almost fully-developed, adult men. But I refused to acknowledge that in front of them. If they were in my physical education class, they would have to earn my respect by their mature behavior. And that typically never occurred, certainly not in a single semester class like this. 

"Boys, this is fifth period physical education. If you're in the wrong place, this is your opportunity to leave," I told the crowd of boys. I waited a few seconds to give them a chance to respond. I don't think I've ever had a boy make that mistake, at least not one of these senior boys. With a normal class of freshmen, I'll usually get one or two boys in the wrong class. 

"As I call your name, step forward and I'll hand you your locker assignment," I said as I held up the stack of cards. "Once you receive your assignment, you are to proceed immediately to the boy's locker room and locate your locker." I pointed in the direction of the locker room door, which was just past our office. "Once your find your locker, sit quietly in front of it. We've go over class expectations and give you further instructions once we're all in the locker room. Understand?" I saw heads nodding in the affirmative in front of me.

"Jake Adams," I called the first name. As a tall, lanky boy walked forward, I checked him off of my attendance sheet, and simultaneously handed him the card that I had prepared with his name and locker number. 

"Michael Brenner". Another boy came forward.

"Mark Brown". And another.

"Sam Byron". Now that I was making progress with attendance and locker assignments, my assistant John walked toward the boy's locker room. His job was now to monitor and assist them in finding their lockers if necessary.

After just a few short minutes, I called the last boy's name and watched as he followed the others into the locker room. I double-checked my class roster and verified that all 17 boys assigned to the class were here today. Great, I thought to myself, I can cover all of the class rules at one time today, and won't have to worry about reviewing things later due to an absent student. I looked at my watch again and saw that we were right on schedule. I'd have just enough time to go over the rules with the boys and get them ready before Nurse Draper arrived. I decided to give the boys one additional minute to get situated before I entered the locker room to begin their orientation.

I walked through the narrow door marked Boy's Locker Room and into what is normally the exclusive domain of males. As I entered the room, I heard the loud talking, laughing and excitement of the boys. For many of these non-athletic boys, this may have been their very first time in a school locker room. Just being here was a brand new experience for them, but I knew that there would be many such firsts that they would experience in the next two hours.

The locker room itself wasn't anything special. As the school was fairly old, so was the locker room and shower facilities. The room itself was situated directly under a set of heavy concrete bleachers that covered one of the long sides of the gym. There were three long rows in the room, with each row being almost the entire length of the gym. Each row had a fairly wide aisle with lockers on either side of the aisle. The concrete base that the lockers were mounted on jutted out a couple of feet into the aisle, so it served as the bench that the boys could sit on when changing. The shower facilities were located here at the near end of the room, just past the entrance, and were directly in line with the middle aisle. At the far end of the locker room, we had a small open area that trainers used for their teams, and we used in P.E. to address any injuries. 

I walked toward the middle aisle, which is where I had assigned all of these boys. I usually try to keep the boys in each class located close to each other, rather than spreading them throughout the locker room. I think being closer to each other forces them to quickly get over any modesty issues they might have. This class was no different. As I turned into the middle aisle, I saw the group of boys in front of their respective lockers, located about half-way down the aisle. About half of them were standing and half were sitting in front of them on the concrete bench. My assistant John was standing at the far end of the aisle, just past where the boys were. The good news is that there didn't appear to be any stragglers wandering around the locker room. They all appeared to be right where I wanted them, in front of their lockers.

"Listen up boys," I said as I approached them, "everyone take a seat in front of your own locker." I watched as the boys who were still standing up walked to their locker and sat down. As they settled down, the noise level in the locker room immediately diminished. I assigned lockers so that the 17 boys were equally divided on both sides of the aisle, eight on one side and nine on the other. I always felt this was better than putting them in one long row, since it allowed them to more easily talk and interact with each other. More importantly, being across from each other forced them to actually see each other, as well as be seen, while they were changing. I didn't want my boys changing in some far-off, isolated corner of the locker room just so they wouldn't be seen. If there's one thing that I don't tolerate, it's false modesty. Before the end of the day, these boys would understand that. 

"Boys, my name is Margaret Evans, but you will always address me as Miss Evans," I began. "Welcome to fifth period physical education. I am your instructor. And this is John Moore, he will be assisting me. You will always address him as Mr. Moore. Understood?"

As I pointed in the direction of John, the boys all silently nodded in agreement.

"I didn't hear you boys, do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Evans," the crowd said loudly.

"Much better. Whenever Mr. Moore or I give you an order, we expect a verbal response. Nodding your head is probably OK for your mother, but I'm not your mother and neither is Mr. Moore." I looked out at the boys and saw that a few of them were snickering at my comment. I made a mental note of those that thought my comment was funny. 

"We have a lot to cover today, boys, so I'm going to get right to the class rules. Please pay attention, as I don't want to waste any time repeating myself. " I looked out at the group of boys before me and saw that, at least for the moment, I had their undivided attention. That's probably because they had spent the last three and a half years hearing just how bad P.E. was from their friends. Now it was finally their turn and the scared shitless look on their faces said it all. They were all hoping that the rumors that they heard weren't true, but they were beginning to suspect that they were. 

"The rules are fairly simple," I began. "When you arrive for class, you will immediately come into this locker room, get changed for class, and then head out into the gym for attendance. Mr. Moore will discuss the P.E. uniform that you will wear in a few minutes. By the end of the day today, all of you will know what squad you're assigned to and exactly where you will line up for attendance. Once the fifth period bell rings, signaling the start of the class period, you will have an additional three minutes to be in the gym and ready for class."

"Three lousy minutes?" I heard one of the boys mumble to himself.

"Jim is it?" I said to him as I looked down at my class roster.

"Yes, Miss Evans, Jim Johnson," the boy replied.

"Well, Jim, I would appreciate if you would hold your questions and comments until I ask for them. I will give you all a chance to ask any questions after I finish with the rules. But to answer your question, yes, over the years I've found that three minutes is plenty of time to get ready. Provided you don't piddle around with your friends and waste time in the locker room. As long as you get to class promptly and go about your business of changing for class, you will all be fine with three minutes. Understood?" I looked directly at this Jim Johnson character as I spoke.


Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education



"Yes, Miss Evans."

"Now, I don't want to see any books or supplies from your other classes brought into the gym or the locker room. We just don't have room for them here, and dealing with them will only slow you down when you're supposed to be changing. Make sure you drop them off in your hall locker before arriving at the gym. And you also need to take care of any business in the restroom before you line up in the gym. That means use a regular school restroom on the way to class, or the one here in the locker room. The one in here has a large group urinal, so it can accommodate most of you at once, if necessary. But once class begins, no one will be allowed to use the restroom. No exceptions. Is that understood?" I again looked out into the group of boys to see if I still had their attention. 

"Once Mr. Moore or I take attendance, we will go over the activities for the day. Obviously the activities will vary from day to day. But generally, you can expect that we will start off each day with some basic warm-up and stretching exercises, followed by a much more vigorous set of calisthenics. We will play a few games such as basketball and volleyball but generally playing games isn't our focus. The purpose of High school physical education is to toughen you boys up and get you ready to serve your country in the military. We don't have time for fun and games." I paused briefly to make sure the boys were still with me. 

"Of course, each of you will be required to take the President's Physical Fitness Test. The actual test will take place toward the end of the semester, but we'll start to practice those activities almost immediately. And running, you will do a lot of running in this class. Part of each and every class period will be devoted to running, either laps here inside the gym, or outside on the school track once the weather permits. The most important rule is that you must participate in the day's activity, whatever it happens to be, in order to pass this class. And that goes for all of you, even those among you that don't consider yourself athletic. Any questions so far, boys?" I saw one brave boy raise his hand with a question.

"Yes, Mark is it?" I said consulting my class roster.

"Yes, Miss Evans, I'm Mark Brown. Since this is a double period class, won't we have more time than usual for games?"

"No, Mark, but you do bring up an important point I wanted to mention," I answered. "Boys, this is a double period class, it's the only one like it that we offer all year, so it is a little different." As I was speaking, I looked up at Mr. Moore and saw that he was smiling back at me. He knew exactly what I was about to tell these boys. "But that doesn't mean that we change our focus. It's still called Physical Education and we will do the very same activities. We will still do our share of calisthenics, running and fitness testing. It just means that we have twice as much time each and every day to do them. For example, instead of 15 continuous minutes of calisthenics, you boys might do 30 minutes. Instead of a 20 minute run, you boys might go for 40 minutes or even a full hour!" I looked out at my audience and saw that this particular bit of news was not well received. But I really didn't care. 

"Just remember boys that it was your choice to wait until now to take Physical Education. You all had plenty of opportunities to take it earlier, when it was a single period class. But now that you're here, I can assure you that Mr. Moore and I will work you much harder than if you had attended one of my regular P.E. classes! If you're not exhausted and dripping with sweat at the end of each and every class, we haven't done our job." 

As expected, there was silence among the boys. Many of them might have thought that with the extra period, there would be more time for fun and games and generally fooling around. Now they knew the truth. 

"Alright, let me finish up with the basic rules," I said to the boys, "and then I'll let Mr. Moore tell you about your P.E. uniform. Toward the end of every class, Mr. Moore or I will dismiss you from the gym. At that time, you will all jog back into this locker room in an orderly fashion. You will then get yourselves cleaned up, and redress in your normal street clothes. We will always give you at least six minutes at the end of the class period to get cleaned up and dressed - sometimes more, depending on the day's activities. That should be plenty of time as long as you stay focused and don't fool around. Once you are dressed, you will quietly wait at your locker until the bell signals the end of the sixth period. At that time you will be permitted to leave. Any questions before I turn you over to Mr. Moore?" 

I paused for a brief moment to see if there were any questions. Looking at the boys, I knew they had questions that they were reluctant to ask. At this stage in the presentation, the boys were always concerned about what they would be required to wear. And as far as getting cleaned up after class, most of them already suspected that meant taking a shower, but they were probably puzzled why I never mentioned that. But having done this for almost ten years, I knew that I would cover all of that after Mr. Moore's presentation. 

{*Part Three: Uniforms*}

"Alright then, Mr. Moore, can you please show the boys what they'll be wearing?" 

John now walked down the aisle, between the two rows of boys and stood next to me. John had with him a sample set of gym clothes that we keep in the office for demonstrations like this. I stood to one side to allow John to have everyone's undivided attention. 

"Boys, as Miss Evans said, my name is John Moore and I will be assisting her every day in class. Right now, I want to go over the P.E. uniform that you'll all be wearing, I have a sample of it right here. No street clothes whatsoever are permitted in class - you must wear the P.E. uniform that I'm about to show you. For starters, you'll all wear a dark green cotton T-shirt like this one." 

I watched as John held up the T-shirt imprinted with "St. Bartholomew's Physical Education" on the chest. 

"Secondly, you'll wear a pair of white cotton gym shorts like this."

John now held up the shorts and showed them to the boys. The shorts were plain white, but they had the St. Bart's school emblem and cross on the lower left side. The boys at St. Bart's have worn the same P.E. uniform for years now. I know many of the boys didn't like wearing these shorts because the cotton material was very thin. And being white, they didn't leave much to the imagination, especially after they were soaked with sweat. But I never felt the need to change them, even though I had control over the P.E. department and could have any time I wanted. Being so thin, it actually simplified my job since I could easily see when a boy wasn't wearing the required kind of underwear. And one group that never complained about them was the girls. On some occasions, we would have mixed co-ed activities with the girls and boys P.E. classes all together. I know the girls enjoyed seeing the boys in their thin, almost see-thru white shorts, and I was happy to oblige them. 

"Now, the shorts and T-shirt can both be purchased at McCalisters Sporting Goods, just down the street. Just tell them you need the standard St. Bart's P.E. uniform and they'll make sure you get the right thing. You have to wear the official P.E. shorts and T-shirt. If you wear something else, it won't count and you won't get credit for dressing out that day. In addition, you'll need some white cotton tube socks and some gym shoes with non-marking soles. If the socks have strips on them, that's ok, it really doesn't matter. And the shoes really need to be a second pair that you don't wear to school. We don't want our nice gym floor scratched up with dirt and debris from the street. Clear so far?" John waited to see if any of the boys had a question. After a few seconds, one boy raised his hand.

"Yes, what's your question?" John said.

"Are we allowed to wear a sweat shirt and pants on colder days?" asked the boy. 

"Good question. The answer is no. We will be going outside when the weather permits, but we only do so when the temperature is warm enough for you boys to wear your T-shirt and shorts. Any time it's colder than around 50 degrees, we stay inside. So there's no need for sweats, you'll always be wearing your T-shirt and shorts."

"Allow me to elaborate, Mr. Moore," I interrupted. "Boys, what Mr. Moore means is that you will always change into your T-shirt and shorts when you are getting ready for class. But there will be times in class when you will wear less than the full uniform. For example, when you play basketball, we typically divide you into two teams, shirts and skins, where one group of boys removes their shirts. And most of the time when you're running laps, that will also be shirtless. And there might be other times where you won't wear your complete outfit because we need to observe your muscle movement and see your development. The wrestling unit is a good example - your shorts just get in the way for that. But when you report to class and get changed, you will always wear the full uniform. Please continue Mr. Moore."

"Yes, that's right, thank you for clarifying that Miss Evans. Now, underneath your shorts you will all wear an athletic supporter, no exceptions. In just a few minutes, you'll all be issued one of those in your size. But I'd suggest you buy a couple more at McCalisters and swap them out so you don't wear the same one each day. As Miss Evans already said, you boys will be working up quite a sweat." John held up a supporter and showed the boys what one looks like. Immediately, two boys raised their hands with questions.

"Yes, you over there, what's your question?" John said. 

"I heard that we had to wear a jockstrap. Are you saying we don't have to do that?" the boy asked. 

"A jockstrap is an athletic supporter," John answered with a laugh. Some of the other boys also chuckled with laughter as soon as the boy asked his question. "You see, an athletic supporter is the proper name, and jockstrap is the slang term. You can call it by either name, but it's the same thing. Whenever we're in mixed company with females present, we call it an athletic supporter. What did you think a jockstrap was?"

"Um, never mind, I guess I was confused," the boy replied with an embarrassed look on his face. 

"Alright, then did you still have a question," John said to the second boy. While the boy prepared to ask his question, I checked my class roster and saw that it was Jim Johnson again. 

"Yes, Mr. Moore, does the athletic supporter just go on top of our briefs, or does it have to be underneath them?"

"Good question. The answer is neither. I guess I didn't make myself clear earlier," John answered. "When I said that no street clothes are permitted in class that includes every bit of clothing that you wore to school that day. When you're changing for class, you will first remove all of your clothing, including your underwear, then you will put on your P.E. uniform. The athletic supporter - the jockstrap - is in place of your briefs, not over or under them. It is the only acceptable type of underwear that you are allowed to wear in class. Is that clear?" The boys reluctantly nodded.

"I said is that clear?" John repeated.

"Yes, Mr. Moore," the group answered. 

"Alright, so while we're on the subject of changing and clothing let's go over a couple of additional things," John continued. "As you probably noticed, there are two sizes of lockers. All of you have been assigned a small locker. That is where you will keep your gym clothes locked up when you are not wearing them. The larger locker is where you put your street clothes when you are changing for class. And speaking of lockers, you will all need to buy yourself a combination lock. Don't buy a keyed lock, since you won't have anywhere to keep the key during class."

"And boys, normally this is a boys-only class. But on some occasions, we will have a combined co-ed class along with the girls. When that happens, you especially need to make sure you wear your complete P.E. uniform, otherwise it might be embarrassing for you. And finally, washing your gym clothes. Everyone needs to take their P.E. uniform home each Friday, wash it, and then bring it back the following Monday. We don't want any of you wearing a bunch of stinky gym clothes week after week." John paused again to see if there were any questions.

"You all need to have your full uniform and combination lock by this Wednesday at the latest. If you don't have it by tomorrow, that's OK. But if you don't have it by Wednesday, then you won't be receiving credit for that day. Understood?" John waited to make sure that all of the boys understood the situation. 

I looked at the group of boys as John finished with his part of the presentation. I could see that this was exactly what many of them had feared, that they would have to completely undress when getting changed for class. But there was no time to address their concerns or fears. I still had more rules to cover with them.

{*Part Four: Even More Rules*}

"Alright, then, thank you Mr. Moore, let me take it from here," I said to the group. John now moved to one side and allowed me to take center stage in front of the boys. "Now boys, one other thing we need to cover is the shower policy. I said earlier that after class you will all head into the locker room and get cleaned up. What I meant is that you will all take a cleansing soap shower after class. No exceptions - the entire class will shower each and every day, regardless of how strenuous the workout was that day. You boys don't have to worry about bringing a towel, since we provide a clean one each day. There is a $2.50 towel fee for the semester which your parents have already paid along with the other mandatory fees. And we also provide the soap, so you won't have to worry about that. Of course, you all do need to bring in your own deodorant to put on after your shower." Now the boys really began to look scared. I know that most of them have never had to take a public shower before, much less with a group of 16 other boys looking on. "Any questions about that?" I waited for what seemed like an eternity, but none of the boys were brave enough to ask a question. No matter, I knew that we would cover showering in much more detail later - this was merely the overview.

"OK, then now that we've covered the class rules, we need to cover how you earn your grade, and the penalties for breaking the rules. You will be graded each day on several things, but it really comes down to this: Dressing out for class, participating during class and showering after class. If you do all of that each and every day, you will pass this class." 

"However, there are penalties if you don't follow the rules. If you don't dress out for class, that's a zero for the day. If you dress out, but you're not wearing the proper P.E. uniform, or you're not wearing the complete uniform, that's a zero for the day. If you fail to participate, or fail to shower after class, that's a zero for the day. If you receive three zeroes during the semester, you fail the class!" I saw the shocked look on some of the boys faces. Only now were they beginning to realize that they'll actually have to do everything that we just discussed, including wearing the full uniform and showering. They might have thought that these were just arbitrary rules that we gave lip service to but didn't really enforce. But now they realized that they don't have a choice in the matter - if they want to pass this class. And I was about to give them even more bad news.

"And boys, in addition to possibly failing the class, there are other consequences to breaking the rules. The first time you receive a zero, it's just a mark against your grade and that's it. The second time you receive a zero for any reason, you will also receive a paddling, done publically in front of the other boys. You will also receive some form of punishment if you are late getting changed and lined up for attendance. On the first offense, you will do additional, very strenuous exercise, such as running additional laps. On the second offense, in addition to that you will also be paddled. And on the third offense, you will also receive a zero for the day. I will not stand for you being chronically late to class. And while we're on the subject of punishment, there are a couple of additional things to mention. Not following our instructions, engaging in unsafe activities and generally fooling around in class are all punishable offenses that could result in paddling, additional exercise or even a zero for the day at our discretion. Furthermore, fighting is never permitted for any reason. If you are part of an altercation, you will receive the most severe punishment, which will be a combination of all forms of punishment, or even complete expulsion from class." I paused and looked over at John to see if I was missing anything.

"Any questions, boys?" One boy in the back of the group raised his hand.

"Yes, what is your question, Tim is it?" I said as I checked my class roster. As I pointed toward him, all of the other boys turned in his direction. 

"Yes, Miss Evans, I'm Tim Meyers. I wanted to know, are you actually our teacher, or is that Mr. Moore?" the boy asked. "I mean, since you're a lady, I was thinking that he would be the one to come in the locker room and, you know, stuff like that."

"Yes, Tim, as I said earlier, I am your instructor and Mr. Moore is my assistant. That means both of us will be working with you in the gym during class, and yes, both of us will also be here in the locker room and showers to monitor you." There were a few audible gasps from the boys when that bit of news sunk in. "I know that having a female in your locker room might be a bit of a shock for some of you, but in all honestly, you boys just need to get over the feeling that you need privacy. You're all seniors, and many of you may be called upon to serve your country in the military in the coming months. When that happens, I can assure you that the military won't go out of its way to afford you any privacy." After a brief pause, another boy raised his hand with a question.

"Yes, David is it - your question please?"

"Miss Evans, since this is the last period of the day, can't we just skip the shower and take one when we get home?"

"Good question, David. The answer is no. You will all take a shower here after class without exception. Taking a shower serves two purposes. First, you get clean. Second, it helps you to grow and mature as a person by teaching you how to deal with what might be a difficult or embarrassing situation. That's an important lesson that all of you boys will learn this semester in physical education. Any other questions?" I scanned the group of boys for a few seconds.

"In summary, I'd like to say is that physical education is actually a very easy class to pass. All you have to do is obey the rules and do exactly as you are told. I'd like to remind all of you that since you are all seniors, this is your last possible change to pass P.E. And it is a requirement for graduation. I really want to pass each and every one of you so that you can graduate. Whether that happens or not, well, that's really up to you." I paused and looked at my watch and saw that we were pretty much on schedule. Since this was the first day of class and none of them had their uniforms, I'm sure the boys now thought that the rest of the class period would be free time for them to fool around. If those were their plans, they were about to change. 

{*Part Five: Stripped*}

"Alright then, for the remainder of our time today, we will walk through the steps that we just covered together," I said to the boys. "This will allow you boys to see first-hand just what a normal class period will be like." I looked over at John to see that he was now smiling. Even though this was only the second time he's assisted me with this particular class, he knew what was about to happen. "So to start things off, we need all of you to get out of those street clothes just as if you were getting ready for class. Stand at attention in front of your locker once you're ready. Mr. Moore and I will be back in about three minutes." 




Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education



Without any further comment, John and I turned and began to walk out of the locker room. I deliberately leave in a haste like this, because I don't want to stand there and answer the obvious questions from the boys. They'd want to know why they have to undress, how much to take off, can they leave their underwear on, etc. I leave my instructions deliberately ambiguous for a reason. I want to see if these boys were paying attention during our presentation. I want to see if they are even capable of following the simplest of orders. I have no doubt that we'll return to the locker room in a few minutes and see that about 90% of the boys are still wearing their underwear - or even more than that. If we're lucky there will be a couple of boys that correctly realized that they were supposed to strip down completely. In some years, none of the boys get that right. 

I looked at my watch and saw that it was now ten minutes before 2:00. We still had plenty of time to finish this step of the orientation before Nurse Draper was due to arrive. John went into the office to retrieve the heavy wooden paddle that we use for discipline. 

"Well, I think their three minutes are up," John said to me.

"Yes, it's time to see what we really have to work with this year," I said in reply. "Let's go."

I walked back into the locker room with John following closely behind me. As we entered, we immediately heard the boys talking and generally carrying-on. They obviously didn't understand what I meant when I said to stand at attention at their lockers! As we turned the corner into the middle aisle, we were blinded by white. White briefs, white T-shirts and even some white socks. And they were in all possible combinations. Some boys were down to just their briefs, while others also still had on their T-shirts. And others were still wearing their socks too. For some unexplained reason, one boy looked like he hadn't taken off even one stitch of clothing. On the good side, there were two boys that were completely nude and standing calmly in front of their lockers. At least we had two boys that could follow the rules. 

As John and I got closer to them, the group finally started to calm down and quiet down. But they still weren't standing at attention. Some of them weren't even standing, and were sitting calmly in front of their locker in their briefs and T-shirt. Many of the boys that were standing held their hands in front of themselves, as if they were trying to maintain some amount of modesty. The two nude boys were both standing, but both of them were also trying to cover themselves with their hands. Little did these boys know what was about to happen to their modesty in just a few short minutes. I looked at John and nodded, indicating that he could take the lead for now.

"Are you boys completely stupid?" he yelled at them. "Or did you not hear anything that we just said? You there, what's your name?" he said pointing to the boy on the end that was still wearing his T-shirt and briefs.

"Mark Brown, sir."

"Well, Mark, what did Miss Evans ask you boys to do before we left?"

"Get out of our street clothes?" Mark replied with a quiver in his voice.

"Yes, what else did she say?"

"Um, she said to act like we were getting ready for class?"

"That's right. And what did I say you must always do before you get dressed for class?"

"Take off our street clothes?" Mark replied.

"What does that include, Mark?"

"Um, everything, even our underwear?"

"That's right, Mark. I said no street clothes are ever allowed in class, even your underwear. I told you boys that you had to take off every damn stitch of clothing first, and only then can you put on your P.E. uniform. So why are you idiots still wearing anything?" John said, raising his voice once again. "Get your damn clothes off right now. I want to see all 17 of you bare-assed naked in the next minute or someone is going to get whacked." As he spoke, he started to slap the end of the wooden paddle into the palm of his hand. 

I watched as the boys frantically worked to remove the remainder of their clothing. Those with T-shirts on quickly pulled them off and threw them in the bottom of their locker. Any socks that were still on were immediately slipped off and tossed into their locker. Finally, the briefs came down. Some boys hesitated and waited until those around them removed their underwear, hoping that it wasn't true, that they really didn't have to strip down completely like this. Other boys quickly realized that they didn't have a choice in the matter and pulled their briefs down to the floor in one swift motion. Regardless of how quickly it was done, the boys stepped out of their briefs and put them into their locker with their other clothes.

As the rest of the boys stripped in front of me, I addressed the two boys that correctly removed all of their clothing. The two of them just happened to be standing near each other. 

"What's your name son?" I asked the first boy.

"Mike Snyder," he replied.

"And you?" I said to the second boy.

"Dave Ingles," he replied.

"Mike and Dave, you have both earned extra credit for the day for listening to our directions. Well, done." The boys both nodded. They seemed to appreciate the fact that I acknowledged them. But little did they know that I didn't play favorites, and while they passed this first simple test, I would be watching them just as closely as the other boys.

While I was dealing with those two boys, John was dealing with the one boy that was still fully dressed. Having seen John work with the boys before, I knew that he would be able to convince this boy to cooperate - one way or another. 

"What's your name?" he said to the boy.

"Andrew Smith," the boy answered.

"Well, what's your problem, Andrew?" John said to the boy as he pushed the end of his paddle into the boy's chest. "Are you maybe in the wrong P.E. class? Are you embarrassed because you've got a pussy down there instead of a dick and balls like these other boys? Do we need to transfer you to the girls P.E. class?"

"No, sir," Andrew replied. 

"Well then what's your problem?"

"I, um, I just don't want to, sir," he replied.

"You're a senior, right Andrew?" John asked. The boy nodded yes. "Well, Andrew, if you don't pass this class, you're not going to graduate, understand? And if you don't follow our directions, even one as simple as getting undressed, you're not going to pass. So I'd suggest you start cooperating right now, or your time in this class is over. And good luck finding another way to get your P.E. credit for graduation."

As I watched, Andrew reluctantly began to undress, first removing his outer shirt, shoes and socks, followed by his jeans. Next he pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him in just his white briefs. He paused at this point and looked around the room at all of the other boys. By now they were all completely nude and were turned in his direction - watching him. Rather than just blending in with the crowd, Andrew was now the center of attention as all eyes in the room were on him. He turned toward his locker and slowly pulled down his briefs and stepped out of them. 

John and I both moved back to our position in front of the group. From there, we surveyed the group of boys before us. At least now they were finally all nude, without even a pair of socks on in the whole group. But they certainly didn't know what it meant to stand at attention. They were all standing in front of their respective lockers, but they were all doing so casually, as if it didn't matter how they stood or which way they faced. And every one of them was covering himself with his hands. But John was about to remedy that.

"Boys, Miss Evans also said to stand at attention. That means feet together, arms at your sides, chin up, chest out, shoulders back, stomach in," John said with a raised voice.

As John and I watched, the boys straightened up, most of them at least making an attempt to stand at attention. About half of them actually moved their arms to their sides, uncovering their manhood in the process. About a quarter of them stood still and straightened up in front of their lockers, but they kept their hands in front of themselves as a covering. And then the last quarter of the boys initially uncovered themselves, but after a few seconds, decided that it was OK to cover up again. That was probably because they saw the other boys that were still covered up. I knew that I needed to put a stop to this hesitation among the boys right now.

"Boys, when you are in the military, you will frequently be inspected by your commanding officer," I said to them. "And when that happens, I sure hope you do a better job of standing at attention than what I see right now. Beginning today, and for this entire semester, Mr. Moore and I are your commanding officers and we will frequently inspect you. And when we give you an order, we fully expect it to be obeyed. Since about half of you refuse to cooperate, we can do this another way." As I was speaking, a few more boys decided to uncover themselves and stand with their arms at their sides. But it was too late for that now. These boys needed to learn an important lesson, that there was no need for any bashfulness or modesty in my P.E. class. And I was about to teach them that lesson. 

"I want everyone's feet apart, now!" I ordered. "Place them a little more than shoulder-width apart." I watched as most of the boys shuffled their feet widely apart. I saw a few boys that were slow to obey the order, or who were moving their feet just a small amount. I looked at John and he smiled back at me. "Mr. Moore is waiting to try out his new paddle on those of you that don't want to cooperate." John smacked the paddle loudly into the palm of his hand as I spoke. The threat of punishment did its job. I watched as the remaining boys moved their feet apart.

"Now everyone, arms up and place your hands behind your head. Do it now!" I ordered. The boys all raised their arms, some of them slowly at first, but they all eventually complied. Those that were using their hands to cover up were now uncovered like the other boys. "Lock your fingers together behind your head to keep your hands there, and point those elbows out." All of the boys were finally in position. It wasn't exactly standing at attention, but it served its purpose. Everyone was uncovered and on display before us and the other boys. They could no longer hide their most private parts. They had already taken the first big step of undressing in front of each other. Now they reached an even more important milestone - actually exposing themselves to the group. It was another step in helping them to be comfortable in their own skin, and in front of each other. If they didn't learn that lesson quickly, they would have a tough time passing this class. 

"You see boys, this is supposed to be boys P.E. Mr. Moore and I need to see exactly what you people have down there between your legs." As I began speaking, John and I started to slowly walk back and forth down the aisle between the two rows of boys. As we did, we stopped briefly at each boy, giving him a good top-to-bottom look. I tried to gauge the general health and fitness level of each boy by observing his muscle tone and overall appearance. I also looked for the expected signs of development, like hair growth on his chest, underarms, pubic area and legs. And yes, as part of my inspection I took a careful look at his genitals. Were his testicles descended and did they look normal? Did they appear to be the right size for his age? Did his penis look like it was appropriately developed for his age? It was truly inspection time for these boys, and they really couldn't do anything to stop it. 

"We need to make sure we don't have any pussies in here by mistake," I said as we continued our inspection. A few of the boys laughed at my comment. "If any of you have a pussy, then you won't be needing that supporter after all. We'll need to make arrangements with Miss Williams, the girl's P.E. teacher, to move you to one of her classes. We don't have any pussies in here, do we?"

"No, Miss Evans," the boys answered as if in unison. 

"No, I suppose we don't," I replied. "So far it looks like we have a fine looking group of boys to work with this semester. What do you think Mr. Moore?"

"Yes, Miss Evans, I agree. They obviously need a lot of improvement, but I think we'll be able to work with this group and get them into shape," John answered. 

"And boys, don't be bashful about looking around," I said to them as I continued my inspection. "I know you boys are curious what your class mates look like. Go ahead and take a look - this is your chance - see how you stack up against one another in the manhood department." I heard John laugh at my comment. At this point in the orientation, I know the boys are especially afraid and nervous, so I try to lighten things up just a bit. I saw that many of the boys were taking me up on my suggestion and were actively looking around the room and comparing themselves to the other boys. But others just looked straight ahead, as if they were afraid to look around.

"You're all 18 year old seniors," I continued, "so every one of you has already developed and there's not really that much of a contrast in the way you guys look. Although, looking around the room, there is a fairly wide variety when it comes to the size of your manhood! It looks like a few of you went back for seconds when they were handing out cocks." I use that joke every year and it always get a laugh. This year was no exception. "But seriously, you boys should see one of my freshmen classes. Talk about variety. Let's just say that some of those boys don't really need to wear a supporter. But then others are hung like a Clydesdale. You just never know what you'll get with a freshmen." The boys laughed again.

As I inspected the boys, I noticed that one boy, Michael Brenner, wasn't circumcised. All of my other boys were. I made a note next to his name in my class roster. I would need to make sure that he knew how to properly clean himself during the shower demonstration. 

Just then I heard the faint sound of the door to the gym opening and closing. This was then followed by the sound of footsteps that were getting closer and coming into the locker room. I looked at my watch and saw that it was exactly 2:00. It seemed that Nurse Draper was right on time, as usual. I looked up to see her as she turned the corner into the middle aisle where we were all standing. 

{*Part Six: Examined*}

"Hello, Miss Evans, am I too early?" she asked as she walked toward us. 

"No, of course not, in fact you're right on time," I replied. I saw that she was dressed in her white nurse's uniform, as always, and was carrying a small black bag with her equipment and supplies. 

"Hello Mr. Moore," she said to John with a smile.

"Hello Nurse Draper, how was your day so far?" John replied.

"Oh, it's actually been a fairly slow day for me. It always seems to be that way the first day of a new semester."

Nurse Sarah Draper is probably around 36 years old, just a few years older than me. I first met her about nine years ago when she started working at the school. I was at the end of my first year teaching here, and she attended to an injured boy in one of my P.E. classes. Afterward, we started talking and having lunch together, and became friends. Then about a year later we were talking about my "last chance" class for seniors. She took an interest in the class, in particular the fact that the boys were generally non-athletes that had never participated in any organized sports. She suggested that the boys should really receive a brief physical exam during orientation. Since I had plenty of time available on orientation day, and the classes were always very small, her suggestion made sense. Of course, she offered to help with the exam. Not a thorough exam, mind you, but a basic screening to identify and prevent any major problems. And since she had a lot of free time, she would personally perform the exam so it wouldn't cost the department anything. 

We tried the exams that year and they seemed beneficial. More importantly, nobody officially complained about them, although the boys were obviously embarrassed. So here we are, all these years later and she's about to examine this year's group of boys. I think she enjoys it since it's a diversion from the cuts, scrapes and stuffy noses that she normally deals with each day. And in all honestly, I think she really gets off on the idea of examining these boys. She's strictly all business and certainly doesn't take any liberties with the boys. But asking a healthy 18 year old boy to cough while you're holding his balls would certainly be the highlight of my day. Doing that to all 17 of these boys, well, the anticipation of that would keep me wet all day. She probably looks forward to this day each year as much as I do. My official duty during the exams is to observe the exam and record her findings in each boy's record, whether normal or not. But I must admit that I also enjoy closely watching as each boy is handled by her. And having the boys go through this unexpected and somewhat intimate exam, by a female nurse no less, plays right along with everything else that I'm trying to teach them during orientation. It helps to reinforce the point that each boy has to let go of any inhibitions they might have with their own body and overcome any unnecessary sense of modesty. 

"I see that you have the boys all stripped and ready for me," Sarah said to me. "Although, they're not in the usual position standing at attention."

"No, they're not," I replied. "Over half of the class seemed overly bashful and wasn't cooperative. So we opted for this more exaggerated position instead, which keeps their hands out of the way and forces the issue. Hopefully you can perform at least the first part of your exam like this. I'd like them to stay in this position for as long as possible, you know, as a mild form of punishment."

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Sarah said. "I totally understand your need to maintain discipline at this point and to show them who is boss. This position will be fine for everything except for the very last part of my exam."

"Well, I'll go and get ready down at the scales," John said. He now walked toward the far end of the aisle where the open training area was. We kept a full-size scale at that location that we used to record each boy's height and weight. As I watched him walk in that direction, I wondered how John really felt about this part of the orientation, having the nurse come in and examine the boys while they were nude like this. It certainly wasn't part of any standard orientation that he might have experienced in the past. I think he was a little bit shocked last year when he saw what was happening for the first time. But he never expressed any concern with it, and it seems that he's going along with the plan just fine today. 

"Listen up, boys," I said to the group. "This is Nurse Draper. Most of you probably recognize her as the school nurse. For the next 30 minutes or so, she will be performing a brief screening exam on each of you." I immediately heard audible grumbling from the group of boys. "Now quiet down! Here's how this will work. You will all stand exactly where you are right now, lined up in front of your own locker. Nurse Draper will go down the line and perform just one part of the exam at a time, just like an assembly line. That means she'll make several passes up and down the line to complete her entire exam. While you are waiting for your turn, you will maintain your current position: feet apart, hands behind your head, elbows out. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Evans," the group half-heartedly said.

"Obviously, if the nurse instructs you to move, you will promptly do so. Now, as soon as she finishes with the first part of your exam, you will walk down to the far end of the aisle where Mr. Moore is standing." I pointed to John as he waved his hand in the air. "He will record your height, weight and waist size. He will also issue each of you a brand new athletic supporter based on your waist size. When he has finished with you, you will quietly walk back to your locker and get back into this same position again. For now, you can just lay the supporter on the bench behind you. Don't put it on - we'll go over all of that later. Any questions?" I looked at the group of boys and waited to see if they had any questions. Most of them looked extremely nervous at the prospect of receiving a public physical exam, most likely the first of its kind for each of them.




Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education



"Alright then, Nurse Draper, they're all yours."

"Thank you, Miss Evans," the nurse replied. She walked down the aisle between the two rows of boys and stopped just past the last boy on the left. She dropped her bag on the bench next to him and opened it. She pulled out her stethoscope, and a small penlight. Placing the scope loosely around her neck, she addressed the students.

"Boys, for this first part of the exam I will be listening to your heart and lungs, and also taking a quick peek at your eyes and throat," she said loudly enough for all of the boys to hear her. 

As she stepped up to the first boy, I moved just a few feet to her left so I could observe her exam and record the results. 

"Name, please," she said to the boy.

"Jake Adams," the boy said. I checked the physical exam form that I had prepared ahead of time and saw that Jake was alphabetically at the top of my list. That made perfect sense since I had assigned the lockers in alphabetical order. The form in front of me had a single line with each boy's name on it and separate columns for each part of their anatomy that the nurse was about to examine. I developed this form in years past and found that it was easy enough to watch the nurse and simply check off the individual columns as she performed her exam. Sarah and I had an understanding that if she didn't say anything, it meant that everything was normal for that boy. I smiled as I looked at the columns on the form. They were roughly laid out in the order in which she conducted the exam. The final few columns were testicles, penis, hernia and rectum and were obviously the most distressing for the boys, but the most exciting to observe. 

"Just look straight ahead," she said to Jake. She began by shining her penlight into his eyes. She moved the light back and forth, watching to see if Jake's pupils reacted normally. "Now, open wide," she commanded. The light was now shined into Jake's open mouth, illuminating it for her brief inspection. "Tongue out, please," she said. On command, Jake stuck his tongue out while she looked at the back of his throat. She now turned the penlight off and slipped it into the pocket of her jacket. 

Nurse Draper now placed the stethoscope in her ears and placed the other end of the instrument against Jake's almost hairless chest. With Jake's hands still up and behind his head, the skin of his chest appeared to be pulled tightly against his rib cage. She started with the stethoscope fairly high on his chest, listened for a few seconds, and then moved it slightly to the left and downward. She repeated this action, moving the instrument back and forth a few more times. 

"Take a deep breath and hold it," she commanded. Jake's young chest expanded as he inhaled deeply. Nurse Draper pressed the stethoscope to his chest and listened for a few seconds, then moved to another position and listened again. "Let it out and again, another deep breath." Once again, Jake inhaled and held his breath while she listened. 

As she was examining his chest, my eyes wandered downward toward his genitals. I knew it wasn't time for her to examine this area of his body - that would come in the next round. But for some reason I took a quick look now. Maybe it was the exaggerated position that he was in with his legs spread widely apart. It seemed to just beg me to take a look at him. I always found it interesting that often a boy's face didn't seem to fit the rest of his body. As an example, here before me we had Jake, a young, boyish-looking 18 year old that had a smooth, almost hairless baby face. His face still had the features that led you to believe he was still a mere boy. His chest was also very smooth and almost hairless. From that alone, you might mistake him for a 13 or 14 year old. But when you got down to his genitals that was another matter. I could see that he had a large pair of testicles that were dangling between his legs. They were hanging very low, being suspended by the loose, relaxed skin of his scrotum. And even though he was still flaccid, his penis appeared to be larger and thicker than average as it hung down over the top of his scrotum. And the entire area was covered in dark brown pubic hair, much darker than anywhere else on young Jake's body. 

"OK, you can breathe normally, you're done for now," she said to Jake. Nurse Draper immediately moved to the next boy.

"Jake, you can go and see Mr. Moore now to get your measurements," I said to him. "When you're done come back here and get back into the same position."

"Yes, Miss Evans," Jake said as he put his arms down and began walking toward John's position at the end of the aisle. 

"Name, please" Nurse Draper said to the second boy. 

"Michael Brenner," the boy answered. 

As the nurse started to perform the same type of examination with this boy, I turned to see how John was doing with Jake. As I watched, Jake stepped onto the scale with his back toward us. He stood perfectly still with his arms at his sides while John recorded his weight. John was using a different version of the physical exam form that I had developed. His form had the same list of boy's names that I entered earlier, but only had three columns to record their weight, height and waist size. 

John now made Jake turn around and face us. He then recorded his height by raising the pole that is built-in to the scale. The contrast between John, who was fully clothed, and Jake who was standing next to him completely nude was striking. They weren't really that far apart in age, but John's face and general build made it clear that he was the more mature of the two. 

Having recorded Jake's weight and height, John had him raise his arms so he could wrap a cloth tape measure around his waist. John held the two ends of the tape at the exact middle of the boy's body to record his waist size. Since that placed John's hands just a few inches above Jake's genitals, I would think that position would be slightly uncomfortable for the boy, as well as a bit awkward for John. At this point in the orientation last year, John seemed nervous and a bit uncomfortable with the whole process. But he seemed fine with it now. Perhaps he's gotten used to how I run the orientation. Or maybe, like me, he was secretly beginning to enjoy this opportunity to exert control over the boys. 

John now turned his attention to his final task, that of issuing an athletic supporter to Jake. He reached into one of the boxes of Bike #10 supporters and handed one to Jake. I now watched as Jake walked toward me to his locker. Since he was still nude, his penis swung back and forth and his testicles bounced up and down with each stride. This boy really needs that supporter, I thought to myself. But we would get to that in due time. As Jake arrived back at his locker, he put the supporter behind him on the concrete bench. He casually stood there for a moment at his locker with his hands at his side and his feet together.

"Back into position, Jake," I said to him. He immediately spread his feet apart again and raise his arms up so that his hands were behind his head. 

I now turned my attention back to Michael's exam. I saw that Nurse Draper was almost done and was just now having him hold his breath while she listened with her stethoscope. I looked down and was reminded that Michael was my one uncircumcised boy in the class. He had what I would describe as average size genitals. I knew that since he still had a foreskin, his genital exam would take slightly longer than the other boys. 

"OK, breathe normally, you're done," she said to him. I immediately motioned for him to go see Mr. Moore while Nurse Draper quickly moved to the next boy in line. 

This process continued for the next few minutes, with Nurse Draper giving the boys a cursory general exam and John recording their measurements. By now, the nurse had finished with the first nine boys and had moved to the first boy on the other side of the aisle.

"Name, please," she said to him.

"Jim Johnson," the boy answered. 

As she began her examination of Jim, I took a good look at his young body. He was of average height and build, and wasn't really overly muscular - none of these boys really were. But overall, he seemed fit enough to survive my class. He did have a good amount of chest and underarm hair, which I could readily see due to the position of his hands behind his head. And he had a trail of dark hair on the lower part of his abdomen that led down and merged with a dark, full bush of pubic hair. Dangling between his legs were a pair of average size testicles and what appeared to be an average penis. But unlike the other boys so far, Jim wasn't completely flaccid. His penis wasn't resting on top of his scrotum, it was lifted up and pointing away from his body. He certainly wasn't fully erect yet, but he was definitely aroused. 

I was actually surprised that none of the other boys up to this point were in the same state as poor Jim. Usually, I'll have several boys become erect some time during orientation. If it doesn't happen now during the physical exam, then I've seen it occur when they pull their supporter on for the first time, or during the exercise period in the gym, or most often during their group shower. But it was still early in Sarah's exam and their genital and rectal exam was yet to come. There would be plenty of opportunities for additional stimulation when that occurred. 

After a few more boys, Nurse Draper came to Andrew Smith, the boy who originally refused to undress at all. She began by looking in his eyes and throat as she did with the other boys and then quickly pressed her stethoscope to his chest to begin that part of her exam. I took the opportunity to look at what Andrew was trying so hard to hide from us. The most obvious distinguishing feature of Andrew was his hair, which was red. The only red head in the class. He was a little bit taller than the other boys, and maybe just a bit thinner too. But he wasn't muscular at all, in fact he looked like he might be the weakest boy in the entire class. He had almost no hair at all on his pale chest, and just a slight hint of hair under his arms. Looking down, I saw that he had very little pubic hair and what was there was an almost strawberry blonde, reddish color. His legs were also almost devoid of hair. His genitals, however, were huge. His penis was long and thick, clearly the largest in the entire class and way above average for an 18 year old boy. He was still completely flaccid. His testicles were also larger than average, and dangled freely between his legs. 

"OK, breathe normally, you're done for now," the nurse said to Andrew. I motioned for him to walk toward John to get measured. At that moment, I almost wished that I was the one doing the measuring. I wanted to take a tape measure to that sausage between his legs just to see how big it really is. As Nurse Draper began to examine the final boy, Mike Snyder, I continued to watch as Andrew was measured. As John had him turn around to measure his height, I once again had an unobstructed view of his manhood. After recording his waist size, John handed him a supporter and sent him on his way back to his locker. As I watched it sway back and forth as he walked toward me, I wondered if he'd be able to stuff all of it into his supporter. 

The nurse was now finished with Mike Snyder, the final boy, and he was on his way to John for measuring. 

{*Part Seven: Genital Exam*}

"Alright boys," Nurse Draper said to the group, "we're ready for the next part of the exam." As she was addressing the boys, she walked back to where she left her bag and placed her stethoscope back into it. She pulled out a new box of exam gloves and a paper bag and set them down on the bench beside it. She now retrieved a pair of gloves from the box and began to pull them onto both of her hands. "For this next part, I will be giving all of you a brief genital exam, which means that I will be handling your penis and testicles. Following that, I'll perform a hernia exam on you. Throughout this part of the exam, you will maintain your current position, keeping your hands out of the way. That should make this go a lot faster. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Nurse Draper," the boys mumbled. 

The nurse positioned herself in front of the first boy again, Jake Adams. As she prepared to begin her examination, I moved to her left, ready to record the results using my trusty clipboard. Having finished with taking measurements, John also joined us, standing just to the right of Nurse Draper. Knowing that the nurse would be changing her gloves after each boy, he grabbed the box of gloves and paper bag and held on to them. It appeared that all of the adults in the room were ready and eagerly anticipating the start of the show.

As John and I watched, Nurse Draper placed both of her hands under Jake's testicles. She then proceeded to lift them with her fingers, as if she was weighing them and comparing them to each other. As I noticed earlier, Jake has what appear to be larger than average testicles, and they were still hanging low and loose within his scrotum. She now focused on just his left testicle, gently gripping it with the fingers of her left hand. She gently pulled it up and away from Jake's body and then began to palpate it with the fingers of her right hand. In doing so, she pulled the loose skin of his scrotum more tightly around the testicle, more clearly defining the egg shape of his left ball. She quickly moved on to his right testicle, repeating the same exam. First she grabbed his testicle with her left hand, pulled it up and away from his body, and then stretched the skin and palpated it with the fingers of her right hand. 

I momentarily took my eyes away from his genitals and looked up at Jake's face. He had a look of nervousness and embarrassment on his face. But he also winced several times while I was watching, apparently due to the discomfort of having this most sensitive area of his body handled. I looked down again to see that Nurse Draper had now finished with his testicles and had taken ahold of Jake's penis with her left hand. She held his member up and gave it a couple of gentle tugs. Then while holding it up, she used the fingers of her right hand to palpate the entire length of Jake's young shaft. At one point she lifted it straight up in order to look at the underside of his member. Finally, she squeezed the tip of his penis and looked in the hole to see if there was any discharge. She now let go of his penis and prepared for his hernia exam. When I first saw Jake in his flaccid state, I remember thinking that he was a little larger than average. But now it seemed that the nurse's examination was somewhat arousing for him. He wasn't fully erect, but he was thicker and longer than before. 

Without any delay, the nurse located Jake's left inguinal ring and firmly pressed the index and middle fingers of her right hand into the area. Jake seemed to wobble a little on his feet, trying to back away from her intruding finger. I know in previous years many of the boys complained that she pressed very hard when doing the hernia exam. It seemed that this year would be no different. 

"Turn your head to the left and give me two big coughs," she commanded. Since John was standing on that side of the nurse, he decided it was wise to change his position. He quickly moved to my left, further away from the action, but at least he wouldn't be coughed on. Jake now gave two loud coughs. Nurse Draper now moved her fingers to his right side and once again pressed them deeply into him. "Again, two more," she said to him. Jake once again coughed twice. "OK, you're done for now," she said. As I checked off the appropriate columns on my exam form, Nurse Draper immediately moved to the next boy in line. She quickly peeled off her gloves and disposed of them in the paper back that John was holding. John then held open a new pair of gloves, allowing her to easily slip her hands into them without wasting any time. 

"Can I put my arms down now?" asked Jake.

"No, Jake," I answered, "just stay as you are for now. You'll all be able to put them down for the final part of the exam."

Nurse Draper was now standing in front of Michael Brenner, our uncircumcised boy. She began her examination as she did with Jake, holding and palpating each of his testicles. But when she moved on to his penis, she modified her exam. She held his penis up with her left hand and gently slid his foreskin back with her right. She observed that it seemed to slide back and forth easily and wasn't too tight. 

"Do you ever have any problems with this," she said to Michael. "Does it ever seem too tight, or get stuck in one position?" As she was asking her question, the nurse was sliding his foreskin back and forth a few times to see how will it slid up and down his shaft. 

"No," was the one word answer from Michael. I looked up at Michael's face and saw that he looked absolutely horrified. He was obviously embarrassed about having someone handle him like this, and especially having someone slide his foreskin back and forth as she was now doing. And even worse was to ask him questions about it in front of the other boys. 

Once Nurse Draper was satisfied that Michael's foreskin wasn't causing any issues, she pulled it back and completed her normal penis exam, lifting it up and gently palpating it. She then proceeded to the hernia exam, plunging her fingers into Michael's groin and asking him to cough for her. 

The nurse completed her genital exam of all of the boys on the first side of the aisle. She now moved to the opposite side and began her exam of Jim Johnson. Jim was the boy that was already slightly aroused during the first part of her exam. I was eager to see if there had been any change in Jim's condition, and whether her genital exam would have any effect on him. As she took ahold of Jim's testicles to begin her exam, I noticed that he was still in an aroused state. If anything, he had gotten even a bit thicker and longer. As the nurse lifted and palpated his left testicle, I looked at Jim's face and saw that he had his eyes closed. It was as if he was trying to think about something else, anything to distract himself from the stimulation he was receiving down below. I looked back down to see that she was now holding and palpating his right testicle. Having completed that part of the exam, she grabbed his semi-erect penis. It was already standing up and away from his body and wasn't resting on top of his scrotum, as a flaccid penis would. As she did with the other boys, she lifted it up and gave it one or two tugs to stretch the skin, although in Jim's case, the skin was already on its way to being taut. The fingers of her right hand now began to palpate his shaft, moving up and down its entire length. As she held it firmly between her fingers, you could almost see it get longer and expand in girth. Right before my very eyes, Jim was getting a full erection! But this wouldn't stop Nurse Draper. She continued her examination of Jim's penis, now holding it straight up and looking at the underside. She then squeezed the tip as she did with the other boys and took a look inside for any discharge. She now released his manhood and prepared for his hernia exam. When she released him, his penis momentarily dropped down, but then immediately sprang back up and stood straight out from his body at a ninety degree angle. Jim had an average size erect penis. It wasn't what I would call massive by any means, but it was long enough and thick enough that he would be able to easily satisfy all but the most particular girls. And he was rock hard. You could see that his skin was pulled tightly along the entire length of his shaft. Some of his veins were now visible through his skin, and his head had mushroomed and was slightly wider than the rest of his shaft. 




Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education



"Turn and cough please," ordered the nurse. 

Jim let out two loud coughs as the nurse pushed her fingers deeply into the left side of his groin. Each time he coughed, his penis bobbed up and down. She then switched sides and prepared to check for a hernia on his right side. 

"Cough again," she ordered.

Once again Jim let out two loud coughs which completed the nurse's exam. Nurse Draper now switched gloves again and moved to the next boy in line. 

"Boys, as some of you might have noticed, Jim is erect," I said to the group. Whenever one of my boys gets hard during orientation, I try to draw attention to it rather than simply ignoring it. I've found in previous years that if I ignore it, then the other boys will eventually use it as an excuse to make fun of the boy, or harass him in some way. And I won't stand for any of that in my class. I found that it works better if I just confront the issue right away. "It doesn't necessarily mean that Jim is a homosexual, or that he likes other boys," I continued. "This is a new and embarrassing situation for all of you and sometimes these things just happen. You're all growing boys with powerful hormones raging through your bodies, and the same thing could happen to any of you. In fact, I'll wager that before the day is done, there will be others among you that will experience the same problem." I turned around and looked at the group of boys to see their reaction to what I was saying. Most were stoically staring forward, listening to what I was saying but not wanting to display any reaction. A few had turned their heads to look at Jim's predicament and were smiling or even grinning at my comments. I looked at John to see that he had a knowing smile on his face. "So if any of you have any plans to make fun of Jim, I'd suggest you think twice about it. Because sooner or later, the same thing may happen to you."

Just then the period bell rang. I looked at my watch and saw that it was now 2:25, time for a normal class change. But since this was a double period class, we would continue without any interruption. 

Nurse Draper now came to Andrew Smith, without a doubt the most well-endowed boy in the class. She lifted his huge testicles with both of her hands as if she was weighing them. As she lifted his left testicle, you could really see just how large it was. She now stretched the skin of his scrotum around it in order to palpate it. I looked up at Andrew's face and saw that for some reason he had a smile on his face. Perhaps he was enjoying the stimulation, or maybe he knew he was the largest boy in class and was enjoying the attention. In any case, I thought it was strange that the one boy who refused to even undress at all now seemed to be enjoying his genital exam. After completing her exam of both of his testicles, Nurse Draper took ahold of Andrew's massive penis with her left hand. She gave it a tug or two and stretched the skin as she did with the other boys. The fingers of her right hand now palpated the entire length of his shaft. It might have been my imagination, but this part of the exam seemed to take much longer than it did with the other boys, probably due to the extra length of his shaft. She now lifted it straight up and looked at the underside before checking the tip for any discharge. Throughout this exam, Andrew did not get hard, which is probably a good thing. But part of me really wanted to see what that thing looked like when it got angry. 

In short order, Nurse Draper finished with the final boy, Mike Snyder. She moved back to a position next to the first boy and announced her instructions for the final part of her exam. 

"Boys, we've got just one more part of the exam. I need to do a quick visual check of everyone's rectum," she announced. There were audible groans and sighs from the boys.

"That's enough, boys," I said. "Quiet down and pay attention." As I was speaking, the 2:30 bell rang. "Just ignore the bell boys, we still have another hour to go." 

"Here's how this will work," the nurse continued. "First of all, you can all put your arms down and stand normally." All of the boys immediately lowered their arms and shuffled their feet in closer. "We'll do this one row at a time. When I give the order to do so, a row of you will turn toward your lockers and spread your feet apart again. You will then bend over far enough so that you can touch the floor. Finally you will all reach back with both of your hands, grab your cheeks and pull them apart. That will allow me to inspect you down there without actually touching you. Any questions?" All of the boys seemed stunned at the news that they were about to show the most intimate part of their body to the opposite row of boys. "And you boys on the opposite side, I don't want to hear any snickering or comments as the first row gets into position. Just remember that you'll all be in the same position soon enough and these boys will get a nice look at you!"

"Alright then, you boys in the first row, turn around and spread those feet apart." The first row of boys all turned, faced their lockers and then moved their feet apart. 

"A little wider Michael, and you too Mark," I said. 

"Good, now bend over and touch the floor," the nurse ordered. All of the boys in the row bent over and touched the floor as if in unison. "Now reach back and spread'em!" Hands now appeared on the boy's butts as they began to pull their cheeks apart. 

I stood back and enjoyed the view of the nine boys all bent over in front of me. Because their legs were apart, you could easily see a pair of testicles and a penis dangling between the legs of most of the boys. And as each boy got into the final position with their cheeks pulled apart, their pink, puckered ass hole came into view for inspection. After pulling on a fresh pair of gloves, Nurse Draper went down the line, starting with Jake again. Her inspection was very simple. She got directly behind a boy, shined her penlight on his exposed ass and simply took a look to see if there was anything abnormal. I'm not sure what she was really looking for, maybe a rash or hemorrhoids. Who knows? She didn't need to touch the boys at all, since they had already done the work of exposing themselves to her. As she quickly inspected the row of male asses before her, I looked at the opposite row of boys. They were all intently watching this part of the exam. Most of them had a look of utter dread on their faces, knowing that they would soon be in exactly the same humiliating position. And I saw that Jim Johnson was still erect and had an embarrassed look on his face. 

"OK boys," the nurse said as she checked the last boy in the row. "You can all stand up and turn around now. It's your turn to enjoy the show." She immediately turned her attention to the opposite row of eight boys. "Now, second row, you saw how it was done, so I need you to do the same thing. Everyone turn around and spread your feet apart." The boys reluctantly turned around and faced their lockers. "Now bend over and touch the floor," she ordered. The boys bent over as ordered. 

"Lower, Jim, that's not far enough," I said. "And move your feet further apart." It seemed that Jim wasn't quite in the mood to fully follow directions and was preoccupied with his boner. As far as I was concerned, that was no excuse, he would need to follow all of the directions just like the other boys. 

"OK, now all of you reach back and spread'em for me," Nurse Draper ordered. As the boys pulled their cheeks apart, she started her inspection again, beginning with Jim Johnson and quickly working her way down the row of boys. 

I looked at the first row of boys and saw that they were indeed enjoying the show before them. I thought that was only fair. After all, they had just exposed themselves to the other boys. It was understandable that they would want to watch the second row of boys go through the same thing. As I looked at the first row of boys, I noticed that Jake appeared to be slightly aroused. I observed earlier that his penis seemed to be slightly above average in size, but it was flaccid then. Now it looked like it was starting to lengthen and lift up from his body. Maybe watching the other row of boys bend over was getting him aroused. 

"Alright boys, you can stand up and turn around. All of you will be happy to know that I'm all done with your exams," Nurse Draper said as she removed her gloves. She collected her supplies together in her bag and started to walk toward me. I looked at my watch and saw that it was now 2:39, slightly later than what I had planned but we still had plenty of time to complete the orientation. 

"Miss Evans," Sarah said to me, "I'll just hang out here for the remainder of your class. That way I might spot any potential health issues while the boys are exercising."

"Of course, Nurse Draper," I replied, "I wouldn't have it any other way." We both smiled at each other. Sarah and John also exchanged a warm smile as they looked at each other. I knew that in all of the years we've been doing this, Sarah had never spotted any potential health issues by watching the boys. I knew that she simply wanted an excuse to hang around and watch the rest of my orientation. She clearly enjoyed doing the exam, but she also liked to see first-hand some of the other things that I put these boys through during orientation. She was my close friend and if watching these boys brought a small bit of excitement to her day, then that was fine with me. And after all, she was the school nurse, so you could always argue that she was observing for a valid reason. 

"Boys, I hope you appreciate Nurse Draper's concern for your well-being," I said to them. "Because she takes a special interest in the health of our senior boys, she'll be back to repeat this exam two more times. She'll come midway through the semester and also at the very end of the semester to check you out again and compare the results to this baseline exam." I knew that her caring about their well-being was complete bullshit, but it sounded reasonable enough to the boys. The reality was that Sarah really enjoyed doing these exams and I went along with it. It was as simple as that. And as long as it didn't hurt the boys in any way, I didn't see any problem with it. 

{*Part Eight: Straps*}

"Now boys, moving right along, we need to continue on with your orientation," I said to the group. "Who remembers what Mr. Moore said about your P.E. uniform and what kind of underwear was required?" I looked out upon the group of boys and no hands went up. "Anyone? Nobody remembers what he said? Do we have to go over all of the rules again?" Just then one boy raised his hand.

"Tim Meyers, is it? What did Mr. Moore say?" I asked the boy. 

"Yes, Miss Evans, he said that we had to wear an athletic supporter," Tim said.

"Good, and exactly how are you to wear it?"

"I, I don't know what you mean, Miss Evans," Tim replied.

"Are you supposed to wear it beneath your regular underwear or over it, Tim?"

"Neither one, Miss Evans, he said that's all you wear under your shorts, instead of your regular underwear."

"That's absolutely correct, Tim," I replied. "Now, have you ever worn an athletic supporter before, Tim?"

"Um, no Miss Evans."

"How about the rest of you boys, who has worn one before?" I asked. There are usually one or two boys that raise their hands to that question. But this year, not a single hand was raised. "No one?" I asked again, scanning the group of boys. "Well, that's actually not a surprise to me, since none of you have participated in any high school sports. For that reason, we're going to go over this together as a group to make sure that all of you boys know the proper way to wear one." I heard some moaning and complaining from the group. 

"Quiet down boys. Mr. Moore issued all of you a supporter in your size, so first of all I want all of you to retrieve it. Don't try to put it on just yet, just get it and unfold it to see what it looks like." As I watched, the boys all turned toward their lockers and picked up the Bike #10 supporter that they had been given. They all began to inspect it as if it was some kind of strange alien device, which it was to them. They carefully opened up the small bundle of cloth that had been neatly folded and saw that it had what they recognized as a waist band. Sewn to the waist band was a semi-elastic pouch of clingy, knitted material, which had two elastic straps sewn to the bottom of it. Those two straps were then sewn to the opposite side of the waist band. Many of the boys were tugging on the straps and then letting them go to discover just how elastic they were. Others seemed to be concentrating their investigation on the knitted pouch, somehow instinctively knowing that this was the most important and intimate part of the device. They ran their fingers across the pouch to see how it felt against their skin, and stretched it across their hand to see how it clung to and molded its shape to whatever body part it covered. 

"Now, boys, let me have your attention again," I said. "Go ahead and face the middle of the aisle again." As I watched, the boys all turned their backs to their lockers and faced the middle. "Let me address one thing right from the start. Mr. Moore was correct that the proper name for this piece of clothing is an athletic supporter. That is the more dignified name that you should always use when there are ladies present. And boys, that includes any time you have a co-ed class with the girls. But just to let you know, I personally think it's cumbersome to say athletic supporter all the time, so I call it by its slang name jockstrap! That term doesn't offend me at all, and I'm sure Mr. Moore is OK with it too. You will hear us call it a jockstrap, a jock, or sometimes just a strap. When you hear any of those terms, you know that we are referring to the item that you are holding in your hands right now. Understood?" 

"Yes, Miss Evans," the boys answered. Jake raised his hand with a question.

"Yes, what is it Jake," I said to him.

"Um, Miss Evans, I don't understand. You said this is all we're supposed to wear under our shorts, but it doesn't really look like underwear to me. I mean, it looks like it's just some kind of belt to hold up our underwear." 

"Well, Jake," I said in reply, "that's why we're going over this right now. We realize that putting on a jockstrap isn't something you boys are accustomed to doing. Now, I'm going to need two volunteers for a demonstration, and Jake, since you're concerned about how to wear it, you can be my first volunteer. Go ahead and step out into the middle of the aisle and face this way." As all of us watched, Jake took a couple of steps forward and moved into the middle of the aisle. He started to walk toward me before I stopped him. "That's fine right there Jake. Since you're the last boy in your row, you can just stand there at the end near your locker." Jake took a few steps back and was now standing near his locker, but in the middle of the aisle between the two rows of boys. 

"And I need one more volunteer," I said. I scanned the group of boys looking for my next volunteer. I knew I wouldn't actually get any of them to volunteer, so I simply chose someone. "Let's have Jim Johnson help us out today. Come down here by me, Jim," I ordered. I watched Jim reluctantly step out of line and walk down the middle of the aisle until he reached my position, his erection bouncing up and down with each step that he took. "Good, now turn around Jim and face the other boys." My volunteers were now in position in the middle of the aisle between the two rows of boys. One of them was at each end of the group and they were both facing the other boys. 

"Alright. First of all I want to show you boys the main reason why you need to always wear a jockstrap in class. Jake and Jim, I want both of you to start running in place, right now. Go ahead and start." The two boys began to run in place. "And boys, I want you all to watch what happens to them as they run." As Jake and Jim both continued to run in place, all of the other boys intently watched them. Their attention was obviously focused on their genitals and all of the bouncing that was occurring. 

"Alright stop running boys," I said. The two boys stopped and looked relieved that their duty as a volunteer was over. But little did they know that we were just getting started. "Now I want you both to start doing jumping jacks. Start now," I ordered. Jim and Jake now began to do the scissor-like movement associated with jumping jacks. Each time they jumped, their penis and testicles violently bounced up and down. This was especially pronounced with Jim since he was still sporting an erection. I looked at the other boys and saw that they were still intently watching Jake and Jim. I waited a few more seconds before stopping their activity. "Alright, boys, you can stop now. Just stand still." The two boys immediately stopped their exercise. As I looked down at Jim, I noticed that the physical activity seemed to be having an effect on his erection. It looked like it was finally starting to wane. 

"Now boys, what did you observe when Jake and Jim were running and doing jumping jacks?" I asked. Tim immediately raised his hand.

"Yes, Tim, what did you see?"

"Their dick and balls, um, sorry, I mean their penis and testicles were bouncing up and down," Tim said.

"That's right. And by the way, you won't offend me if you want to use slang terms for your genitals. Believe me, I think I've heard every possible name for them. Dick and balls, cock and balls - it's all OK with me. I use those terms too." Several of the boys smiled and seemed please that they were allowed to use those terms in class. Personally, I didn't care what they called the various parts of their own anatomy. After all, I wasn't trying to coddle these boys and turn them into a bunch of pussies. Part of my job was to turn these boys into young men and they certainly wouldn't get there if they were afraid to use a common term like dick or cock. 

"And would any of you like to bounce around like that for a full two hour P.E. class?" I paused for dramatic effect. "No, I don't think so. It looked uncomfortable at best, and maybe even a little painful if you do it long enough. That's the most important thing that a jockstrap does, boys. It holds your dick and balls up nice and tight against your body so they don't bounce around like that." I now turned to John who was standing right next to Jake. 

"Mr. Moore, will you please show these boys how to put on their jockstraps?"

"Yes, of course, Miss Evans," John answered. "Let me have your strap for a minute, Jake." Jake handed him the jockstrap which John held up for the crowd of boys to see. "As you may have figured out already, this part is the waist band. So once you pull this all the way up into position, that part should be snugly around your waist. Now these two straps go on your backside." He turned Jake's strap around to show the boys where the straps were sewn into the waist band. "And you can think of this open area here that is created by the straps as the holes for your legs." He stuck his hand through the void that was formed to the left and right of the rear straps. "See, it's just like the leg holes in your briefs. And this part, the pouch - well, that goes in the front and is what holds your dick and balls." He pulled on the stretchy material of the pouch before handing the strap back to Jake.

"Now boys, pay attention as Jake and Jim pull on their straps. We'll do this one step at a time so you all get it right." John looked at Jake who was simply standing there with his jockstrap in hand and seemed shocked that he was once again the center of attention. Likewise, Jim had a look of embarrassment and disgust on his face, knowing that the other boys were about to watch him stuff his semi-erect cock into his jockstrap.