PE at the Pool
by David Heulfryn

 

Finn was excited when he woke up. He couldn’t wait to get to school. His first lesson of the day was PE, and it was in this lesson that Adam said Finn would see him naked. Finn woke up hard with Max behind him. He wiggled his hips and felt Max’s hard cock rub against his arse. Finn could feel his cock leak and reached to touch it. Finn’s cock felt moist, and he groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his hard shaft. It didn’t take long and very few strokes for Finn to cum. As his cock spewed, his body tensed, and his arse clenched and gripped Max’s cock. It woke him. Max reached over to hug Finn, but instead of feeling Finn’s soft and smooth skin, he felt skin that was stinky and damp.

“Eugh! Finn.” Max jumped out of bed, holding his cum smeared hand in front of him.

Finn grinned, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I was thinking about Adam.”

“Bloody hell, Finn. How much did you cum.” Max looked at Finn’s exposed body, his cum soaked belly and the large damp patch on the mattress by his hip. “Unless Mum changes your bed, I’m sleeping in mine tonight.”

“That’s alright. I’ll join you in your bed tonight.”

“Only if you promise not to cum.” Max grinned.

“I’ll try, But I’m a growing boy of nearly fifteen, so I can’t promise anything.”

The boys laughed. Max gave his hard cock a quick tug with his dry hand. “I assume you are going to shower this morning.”

Finn didn’t answer but dashed out of bed and jumped in the shower. Max sauntered and washed his hands, then his face. His cock was now subsiding.

Lily emerged from her bedroom and looked at her oldest son, naked and leaning over the sink. She was also naked and made no attempt to cover up. “You boys are up early.” She yawned.

“Yes, Finn made a mess this morning,” Max told her.

Lily grinned and went to look at the damp patch on Finn’s bed. After checking his duvet cover, she thought it best to wash all his bedclothes. She sighed and pulled off the fitted sheet. She held it up to her nose, and she smelt the acrid cum.

“You should make Finn do that,” Max said as he returned from having a wash. He no longer felt any embarrassment being naked in front of his family.

“Well, if I could rely on him to do it, I would.” Lily tossed Finn’s stained bedclothes into the corner of the room. “I suppose I should inspect your bed to see if I need to change your bed.”

This made Max blush. Lily pulled back Max’s duvet. It was apparent that he hadn’t slept in his bed last night. She ran her hand down the mattress, looking closely. She then checked the duvet. There was one final test. The sniff test. Lily bent over to smell Max’s sheets. She gave Max a close-up view of her arse and her gaping cunt. He shuddered as he looked and thought he was definitely gay.

“They still smell nice and fresh,” Lily said as he straightened up to look at Max. “When do you cum, Max? I never find any stains on your bedclothes. Or do you cum in Finn’s bed and get him to take the blame for your mess.”

“Muum!” Max squirmed. “That’s disgusting. I’m just careful.”

“I’m just glad to know that you do cum.” Lily glanced down at Max’s soft cock and thick black pubes. Little did she know that Max preferred cumming down James’ throat and couldn’t wait to see him again to get some relief. He likes to save himself for James if he can. But when he felt the undeniable need coming from his cock and balls, he would masturbate as he thought about his boyfriend.

Behind them, Finn appeared by the door, rubbing his towel over his hair. “Thanks, Mum.” Finn smiled, “Max dirtied my bed last night. Disgusting, isn’t he?”

Lily looked at her cheeky youngest son. “I’m your Mum, Finn. Do you seriously think I can’t tell the difference between the mess my boys make?”

Finn frowned, wondering if she could really tell the difference between his and Max’s cum stains.

Lily laughed as she left the confused Finn to get ready for school.

 

Max and Finn walked to school together. As they passed the school gates, Finn noticed Adam. He was standing and talking to his friend, Scott. Ignoring Max, Finn ran over to Adam and Scott.

“Hi, Adam.” Finn grinned at his new ginger friend. “Hi, Scott.”

“What are you grinning at?” Scott asked Finn.

“Just looking forward to our lessons today.”

Adam blushed. He knew Finn was eager to get a look at his naked body.

“It’s PE first,” Scott groaned. “I hate PE. Coach always works us hard, and who has any energy at this time in the morning.” Scott looked at an excited Finn. “Except you, it seems.” He chuckled.

“I feel I’ve done no exercise for months. I miss my gym club, but you don’t have one here.”

Finn told Adam and Scott about his gymnastics as they waited for the school bell to ring, indicating the students should get to their tutor groups. They were impressed when he did some demonstrations and a backflip. In fact, he did three in a row. Scott was incredibly impressed.

Finn was about to show them a handstand when the bell rang.

“Come on, Finn. We need to get to the gym.” Adam said.

“Why not our tutor group?” Finn was confused.

Scott butted in, “We have swimming this term, and we need to make our way to the leisure centre.”

The class met in the changing room. When Coach Anderson entered, they all obediently went quiet.

“Okay, Boys. Get changed. Jockstraps, shorts, socks and trainers only.” Coach Anderson then left the class alone.

Finn noticed a frantic scurry to get changed. “What’s the rush?” He asked Adam.

“If you’re not changed by the time Coach comes back, you might get punished. We don’t know how long he’s going to be.” Adam said as he pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to undo all the buttons.

Finn rolled his eyes and started to get changed.

“Hurry up, Finn.” Adam encouraged.

“Leave him, Adam. If he doesn’t listen to you, he may listen once Coach pounds his bare arse in front of the school.”

“What?” Finn heard Scott and was shocked that kids were beaten in front of the whole school. It made him speed up.

Finn was the last to be changed. Coach Anderson burst into the room and noticed all the boys were changed, but Finn was still tying up the laces on his trainers.

“You!” Coach pointed at Finn. “Come here.” He instructed.

Finn finished tying up his laces, then stood and walked to the Coach.

“I’ve not seen you before. What’s your name?”

“Finn, Sir. Finn Fletcher.”

“Coach!” Coach Anderson shouted. “You will address me as Coach.”

“Yes, Sir… I mean, Coach.” Finn was getting nervous. Coach sounded stern and unfriendly.

“If you’re new, who is your student guide?”

Adam tentatively raised his hand. “I am, Coach.”

“Get here, Adam.” Coach shouted. Adam jumped up and rushed over. “You are doing a shocking job. You will need to be punished too.”

Adam opened his mouth, shocked he was being punished as well as Finn. He knew better than to say anything.

“Adam, Finn.” Coach looked at the boys, “Shorts off, jockstraps off.” Adam scrambled to take them off. Finn seemed slow. “Do you have a mobility problem, Finn?” Coach asked, concerned.

“No, Coach.”

“Then when I tell you to do something, you do it, and you do it quickly.”

Adam stood naked beside Finn, who now stripped with more urgency. The two boys now stood rigid in front of Coach.

“About time. You have just earned yourself extra punishment.” He looked sternly into Finn’s eyes. “Now run!” Coach shouted at the class. “Thanks to these two, you have five minutes to get to the leisure centre. So get moving.”

The class scrambled out the door and started running. They usually had longer to get to the leisure centre, but Coach punished the entire class for Finn’s time wasting.

Coach Anderson ran with the boys, shouting at them to get a move on. Some of the unfit boys were struggling at the back of the line of running boys. Finn and Adam were in the middle. The boys gathered outside the leisure centre. Coach checked his watch and shouted at the boys struggling to run further.

“Eight minutes. That is atrocious. I have been far too slack with you boys. None of you are any fitter than when you started my classes. I will make sure it doesn’t happen again, and if I find any of you giving any less than 100%, you will be punished.” The fitter boys had now caught their breath, but the stragglers were still wheezing. “Now get in and get changed. I want to see you lined up by the side of the pool in two minutes.”

The boys dashed inside and into the changing room. Finn took his cue from Adam, who removed his trainers and socks and ran naked into the exercise pool.

Finn turned to Scott, “Why’s he going out naked?”

Scott pulled down his shorts and jockstrap in one swift motion. “We all will. We swim naked. Now hurry up!” He said.

Finn did as he was told and went out into the exercise pool. He ran over to Adam.

“No running, Finn!” Coach yelled at him from behind. He’d not noticed him. “You are really collecting punishments today.”

Finn stood by Adam, “What’s going on? I don’t understand? Why is he determined to punish me?”

“Both of us,” Adam said through gritted teeth, trying not to move his lips.

“And no talking!” Coach yelled, the sound echoing around the pool.

Coach paced up and down the line of twenty fourteen and fifteen-year-old boys.

“Finn, as you are new. I need to see what I have to work with.” Coach stopped in front of him.

“I’m a really good swimmer, Coach.” He smiled, proud of himself.

“Okay, Finn, prove it.” Coach demanded. “Go to the end of the pool, dive in and swim two lengths, your choice of stroke.”

“Yes, Sir. Coach.” Finn quickly corrected himself.

Finn dove into the water, glided underwater, flicked his legs, and broke the surface. He started the front crawl, and the class watched a naked Finn swim like a fish in the pool. As he reached the end, Finn performed a tumble turn and flicked his legs like a dolphin before breaking the surface again.

The class were impressed. They started cheering, encouraging Finn. As he turned his head to take a breath, he could hear the cheers from his class. Coach didn’t stop them. Finn touched the end of the pool and caught his breath back. The class clapped. Even Coach was impressed.

Coach smiled as he told Finn to get out of the pool and return in line. As Finn passed the boys to get to Adam, some would slap him on the back, saying how great that was.

“I’m going to make good use of you, Finn.” Coach grinned, and if you agree, I will reduce the punishments you have been collecting in the last half hour.”

“Thank you, Coach. I will help out however I can.” Finn smiled, proud of his swimming skills.

“Speak to me after class.” Coach said.

Coach got the boys swimming lengths in the first half of the class. It was a full Olympic-sized pool, so a length was fifty metres, not the standard twenty-five metres. Coach grouped the boys by fitness and got each group to compete against each other. One boy was struggling. He was not a good swimmer. Coach pulled Finn away from his group.

“Go and help, Eddie. He’s not got the right technique. Can you teach technique, Finn?”

“Not a problem, Coach.”

“Stay in the shallow end and help him.”

Finn swam over to the boy, who looked embarrassed about needing special tuition.

“Hi, Eddie. I’m Finn.” He introduced himself. “Just hold onto the side a moment.”

Eddie stopped flailing and held on. He slowly caught his breath and seemed to calm down.

“I’m no good, Finn. I’m just a terrible swimmer. I hate the water.”

“It’s alright, Eddie. I’m here to help.” Finn looked into the boy’s green eyes. He thought they looked amazing. “What’s stopping you. Are you afraid of the water?”

“Well, yes, no. Sort of.” Eddie broke eye contact, ashamed he could answer.

“Is it the splashing? Having your head underwater? Not being able to breathe?”

Eddie nodded.

“Okay, we’ll start with the best stroke for keeping your head above water, breaststroke. But I will try and teach you to hold your breath underwater. But not today. Now let go of the side and hold onto me.”

Eddie let go and splashed, his limbs uncoordinated as he reached for Finn. He grabbed his shoulders, and the boys stood face-to-face in the water.

“Do your feet reach the bottom?” Finn asked.

Eddie lowered himself until his feet were on a firm surface. He tilted his head so his chin wasn’t in the water.

“Let’s take you back to the side.” Finn floated Eddie so he could hold on again. Eddie felt safe as long as his hands gripped the pool’s side. “Now, watch me. Watch my legs. See how I move them.”

Finn held onto the side of the pool. He kicked his legs up so they were just below the surface. Eddie watched Finn. He liked the sight of Finn’s pale backside poking above the water. He forgot he was supposed to be watching his legs.

“Did you see what I did?” Finn asked.

Eddie blushed, “Sorry, could you show me again?”

“Okay, look at my legs and feet.” Finn then moved his legs, showing Eddie how to move his legs when doing the breaststroke. “Did you get it this time?” Finn stopped and let his legs sink.

“I think so.”

“Now I want you to try. Don’t worry; you will hold onto the side, and I’ll be beside you. You won’t need to put your head in the water.”

Eddie tried to copy Finn, but he struggled. He hadn’t been watching his legs close enough. Finn got Eddie to stop and stand on the thin ledge a metre and a half under the water. Finn stood beside him and demonstrated what Eddie should do with his arms.

“I’m going to hold you, Eddie. You will only be a short distance from the side, and you can keep your head above water. I’ll hold you by the belly to keep you from sinking. Then I want you to kick your legs like I showed you and move your arms like I showed you. You’ve seen the motions before. You just need to do them at the same time. And I’m here to stop you sinking.”

Finn held onto Eddie’s hips and floated him away from the side. He lifted him slightly and tilted Eddie until he was horizontal and floating. His head was pulled back, keeping it out of the water, his hands outstretched in front, and his legs locked and rigid.

“Okay, Eddie. Let’s start with the arms movements.”

Eddie mimicked the motion of the breaststroke. Finn kept his arms beneath Eddie, lifting his body so it didn’t sink too low in the water.

“Now, try your legs,” Finn suggested.

Eddie moved all four limbs in a good approximation of the breaststroke. Finn asked him to stop, and he reached over to the side.

“You know what to do, Eddie. I think we need to work on your problem with water in your face. “Can you lower yourself until your chin is in the water?”

Eddie lowered himself, stopping only when his lips were underwater. Finn could hear him breathing heavier than usual, and his deep breaths made the water beneath his nostrils ripple.

“Can you take a deep breath, put your nose beneath the water and breath out, only lifting yourself above the water once no more bubbles are coming out of your nose?”

Eddie looked concerned, but he felt safe with Finn for some reason. He trusted him. Eddie would never have trusted any other boy in his class. They all teased him for being slightly overweight and not very confident. But Eddie wanted to do this for Finn, a boy he had not known twenty-four hours ago.

He tried. His nose was beneath the water, and bubbles came from his nostrils. Then he began to choke, and Finn immediately pushed his head above the surface.

“That was brilliant, Eddie.” Finn smiled at him. “Let’s get your breath back, and we’ll try again. This time don’t think about breathing in. That’s why you opened your mouth. Just concentrate on breathing out.”

“Okay, Finn. Let’s try again.”

Coach Anderson kept an eye on Finn and Eddie and left them alone. The two boys were unaware of what was going off around them. The rest of the class had stopped swimming races and started retrieving different objects that sank to the bottom of the pool.

Coach blew his whistle loud and announced the lesson was over. “Okay, boys, into the showers and then get dressed.”

Coach looked over at Finn and Eddie. Whereas most boys pulled themselves out of the pool, Eddie climbed the steps. Coach walked past Eddie as he was going to the changing room. “You did well today, Eddie. You should be proud.” Coach said to him as they passed each other.

Finn was getting out of the water when Coach reached him. He was dripping onto Coach’s trainers and stepped back so he didn’t soak them.

“Tell me, Finn. Have you had teaching lessons?” Coach asked.

“Yes, I used to belong to a swim club before we moved here. Our Coach was a good teacher.”

“No, I mean, have you been taught how to teach someone to swim?”

“No. I did what was done to me with Eddie or saw our swim coach teach the youngsters who were afraid of water. Eddie can swim. He just needs to get over his phobia of having his head underwater. It’s being afraid of suffocating that’s the problem. With work, we can get him through it so he can be a competent swimmer.”

“Well, you seem to be a natural, Finn. You seemed to give him confidence. You should be proud of what you did today.” Finn blushed at the compliment. “We should talk. I could use you to help at the swim club and would like you to continue working with Eddie during these lessons. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes, Coach.” Finn smiled.

“Now, get yourself into the shower. I don’t want to smell chlorine on you when you’re dry.”

“Yes, Coach.” Finn walked quickly to the changing and ran to the showers when out of sight.

Finn saw Eddie shampooing his hair and joined him. He took the empty showerhead next to him. It was only then that Finn realised how tall he was. Eddie was several inches taller than Finn with broad shoulders, which should have tapered down to a slim waist, but Eddie had a roll of fat around his middle. Finn’s eyes were drawn to the full bush of pubes and the thick cock that hung over a pair of large balls.

“How old are you, Eddie?” Finn asked, thinking he looked older than Max and possibly even James.

“I’m only fourteen,” Eddie replied.

“You look older.” Finn looked up into his green eyes.

“I get that all the time.” Eddie sighed. Finn started washing. “Thanks for what you did in the pool,” Eddie whispered so only Finn could hear. “I’m scared of not being able to breathe. But please don’t tell anyone.”

“Of course not. But you are under the shower now, water washing over your face. Why is it so different in the pool?”

“I don’t know. It just feels different.”

Finn grinned, “Well, now I know what I’ve got to work with. I think we can sort you out.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie was confused.

“Coach has asked me to teach you every lesson. He seemed to think I’m helping you.”

“Thanks, Finn. I’d appreciate that.”

Finn finished washing and rinsed his hair and body. He grabbed a towel from the stack and went to join Adam.

“You’re getting friendly with Eddie,” Adam commented. “He’s a bit of a loner, but it looks like he’s taken a shining to you.”

“I enjoyed teaching him in the pool,” Finn said as he sat on the bench and watched Adam dry himself. He kept looking at Adam’s crotch. His pubes were fiery red. They seemed to glow in Finn’s mind. His uncut cock rested on his loose balls, wisps of red hair sticking out in all directions.

Adam had stopped drying himself, and Finn sat staring at his naked crotch.

“How much longer are you going to gawp at my cock?” Adam laughed.

Finn blinked and looked up to see Adam grinning back at him.

“Come on, Finn, hurry up. You don’t want to upset Coach again.”

The door to the changing room creaked open, and Coach Anderson shouted, “Five minutes, boys. I want you all outside in five minutes.”

The jog back to school was more sedate and didn’t feel like the sprint they did to get to the pool. The boys were told to change back into their uniforms, but Coach Anderson pulled Adam and Finn aside.

“Don’t think I forgot that you two need to be punished.” Adam visibly shivered as Coach Anderson spoke. “But thanks to you, Finn, I feel a little generous. I was going to have you both caned in front of the school tomorrow morning. But I think I will keep you both naked for the rest of the day.”

“Thank you, Sir… Coach.” Finn quickly corrected himself.

“Thank you, Coach.” Adam looked at his feet.

 

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