The lesson well learned and my ass knows it

Mark

I had always felt confused and somewhat shy about my sexuality and so when I entered the changing rooms of the new school to prepare for gym class I felt my heart beat rapidly. I was the only new student in a course of more than 50 boys, and I had imagined already the day before what it would be like to see many of them shed their uniforms and prepare for class.

I had been told that our physical education instructor was a fairly strict retired former military officer, something that had been in his early years, and that he was still in great physical condition and a tremendous voice. As I entered the dressing room I quickly put my gym clothes and shorts on top of a tiny thong I had been fantasizing about last night. Then as I tried to tie the laces of my shoes I looked sideways at the boys changing on the opposite bench, trying to find the two or three who had caught my attention the day before. My eyes then crossed with one of them who saw me and turned to me while putting on his shirt to indicate that the dressing room was still under renovation, and that at the end of the class so as not to make the next group wait, there was an agreement that only the companions who lived far away would use the two available showers and the rest should be changed and washed in their own homes.

Hearing this I was very relieved because despite being physically attracted to other boys, I was terrified of the idea of getting naked and showering in front of them. Little did I know then what awaited me during the next hour of practice. The gym was located in a large and enclosed basement with wooden floor, and with a run of windows at the top that overlooked the corridor adjacent to the cafeteria. When the "Admiral" entered, as many of the boys told Mr. Thomas, there was immediately absolute silence and the 50 boys, including me, lined up in front of the bars, all with their bodies tense and in a firm position. He then proceeded to roll call. Hearing their names, the boys stepped forward saying loudly "here" and retreated to their respective places. When he came to my name he stopped for a moment to say "we have a new soldier joining the regiment" and continued until he concluded with the names. The first series of exercises consisted of running in circles around the edges of the gymnasium retaining the same initial line of formation. We were doing the third lap when he gave the order to stop the trot and noticed that he was advancing towards us with his stern gaze on me. I assumed that it was because of the novelty of being the only student who had not been with him the previous year but he immediately addressed me asking me why when I ran I did it with my feet so open, especially the left, and if it was flat foot what made me run as well as a duck. I immediately said no. Then saying "we'll see" he ordered me with his rough, military voice to take off my sneakers and socks and walk in a straight line. Doing it barefoot in the sight of my new companions I had begun to feel a restlessness when Mr. Thomas gave me the order to stop saying that my plants looked normal with even pronounced arches under them, and that the problem must be rather in the hip, that I repeat the walk but this time to the Roman. Looking at him in surprise, he only said dryly "they didn't teach you anything about history in your other school", "T-shirt and shorts down and walk this time with long, slow steps to see the movement of the hip".

I looked back for a moment and saw my classmates squeezing out a faint smile. Then I heard the soldier shout with his big voice, "what the hell wait friend to start, to get excited first his companions seeing him on their bra pricks or that" I heard big laughs behind and with my heart almost coming out of my chest I proceeded to take off my shirt and then the shorts. To my horror I found myself then sporting the sexy tiny red nylon thong that had given me so much pleasure last night. I had made a double mistake in wearing it and still not having replaced it with the regulatory bras in the dressing rooms.

The old fox then looked at me red with fury wondering if I had come to his class to make fun of him, my classmates or whoever, who immediately took off that fucking garment before everyone thought it really was. I remained motionless and noticing then my indecision told me "boy we do not want any stranger in this class so you are going to show me and your classmates that if you have a couple of eggs and I hope that something else hangs in front of you, and I say hang up and do not respinga". There was a general curl and seeing that I was still frozen, I heard him shouting at me from behind, "take out on the spot those slut nylons that in my class nobody is going to blush seeing the butt of a charcoal prick". There was more laughter and I understood that it was better to obey unless I wanted my life in this new school to become hell. Still with my back to the class and full of horror I let go of the elastic, dropping them to the ground. I felt the blood wagging and a kind of dizziness in my head knowing that behind me there was a whole course of boys watching me. Mr. Thomas's hoarse voice then made itself felt telling me not to stand there like a statue of Michelangelo, and to walk in a straight line to observe the rotation in my hip.

Full of embarrassment and still without having turned head-on to the course I began to walk, but then the voice of the old man was heard again telling me to do it in a relaxed and not so tense way with the buttocks all compressed. Upon encountering the arch he ordered me to turn back, walking straight towards them and in a natural and relaxed way. In doing so I could see how the whole class was going down smiling their eyes to direct it directly to the area of my sex. I heard the professor say then that I was well developed for my 16 years and that there was no reason to feel ashamed. This torture of walking with nothing on me approaching and moving away from the group continued for a few minutes, with new instructions to do it this time more upright, with my shoulders back and the look in front. Finally hearing the whistle of the whistle to make new formation I assumed that the most humiliating and embarrassing moment of my life had passed and I headed towards my clothes, but immediately there was a second whistle, and then I heard Mr. Thomas say, while holding with one finger the red thong, that I would not need to put it back on as neither would the rest of my team since I was still under observation. For the rest of the class, he added, it should continue as it was, Greek style. To my amazement he then instructed me to join the group to do push-ups on the floor.

Already with my mouth and legs together and extended, I noticed that the boy with brown-blonde hair who had hypnotized me so much the day before, was in the line behind me. He understood that even without wishing, he and the entire row would have a total view of the back of my anatomy. It was useless for me to put my legs together to the maximum, because to my horror I had to make another 10 lizards, this time with orders to keep the legs well apart and extended. While I made them full of shame and touching each down the wood with my organ and sacks, I heard someone back referring to my saying below that it was a pity that with the partition all open I was not a female to jump it. I do not know if Mr. Thomas heard it and made the mistake but at the end he gave us an order to stand up and make a semicircle. We had to jump open arms and legs, and close them to your command by dropping our arms on the sides when joining. For my martyrdom when I found myself naked my organ without support and loose followed the movements of each jump, going down and up rhythmically. This caused many of the boys to be unable to contain the laughter.

The old man showing a slight smile then said to serve as a lesson for coming with thongs and not wanting to use the regulatory bras. He instructed me to finish this series of exercises by holding them as I could, which I had to do with my own hands. Someone then suggested doing the so-called "wheelbarrow race" and I found myself so held by the ankles by another of the boys, tall and blond, who I had liked so much the day before. When he took me sharply by the feet he told me "you are all sticky, let's see if my ankles do not slip when running" and then added "do not squeeze your ass so much and open your legs more that I want to win this race". I was struck by the naturalness with which he told me all this, showing absolute indifference to my humiliating physical exposure, and rather considering myself at that time a racehorse. After a grueling run in which three times we went around the gym running naked on my hands and held by my feet, we came out second. I felt exhausted and sweat ran freely all over my body when Mr. Thomas ordered to finish the individual exercise session on the foal forming a line and one at a time. Seeing the next boy in line get on the easel and perform arm and leg tension exercises on it, I felt that when my turn came I would not be able to expose myself in that way, especially when I saw that in the crotch area, the boy's shorts factory barely resisted the tension.

After imagining the spectacle that I would give with nothing on top I had the courage to approach the old soldier and beg him to allow me to put on my shorts for this series of exercises. He replied dryly that not because he was still under observation and because it was also absurd to do so without the regulatory supporters. He then ordered me to prepare since I was next. He had to repeat as best as possible the series of exercises seen, in the same order and form. Climbed in the foal, naked and bathed in sweat I went for the next 3 minutes, time that became eternal, the center of attention of the whole gym, even having to separate the legs several times and touch with my feet both ends of the colt In that position I was when with a beep the class was finished. As I turned around, however, I found with horror that all the boys in the next class were already inside the enclosure and had also been an audience of my last efforts in the foal. Among them two neighborhood neighbors boys. I remember that when I arrived at the dressing rooms, full of thirst and soapy in my own sweat, I went forward to the showers without even carrying a towel, because I could care now, but I was stopped by a boy holding a list of names.

Not seeing mine among those who lived distant from school, he instructed me to return to the dressing rooms, telling me that although I felt it, I would return the equipment and shower in my own house. But when I turned my back to go to the dressing rooms he told me "wait now I recognize you for that mole on the cheeks, it's not you the clown who was showing his fucking ass to the whole school". We saw you from the second floor windows as we lined up to enter the cafeteria. We were embarrassed to see you exercise openly on the easel and thus expose your ass to more than 100 eggs in the gym and the same from the windows of the cafeteria. Then looking at me again he said, "It's okay just because you suck and today wasn't your day I'll let you wear the showers. You can use the second head, but bathe quickly before another row of eggs forms." When I was done there were indeed other guys waiting their turn, this time all as naked as me. Among them I recognized the boy with brown-blonde hair who now had nothing to cover him. He showed under that angelic face a perfect physique and an admirable cock resting between his sacks covered with blond and fine hair. But I had already received the lesson of my life and without fixing my eyes on any of them again I walked slowly to the dressing rooms.

The lesson well learned and my ass knows it

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