K-T is the center of attention.

K-T was aware that already the outline of his cock and balls was clearly visible through the stretched fabric of the little pouch he was wearing. And worse, he knew that it could only go downhill from here. He simply hoped that he would be able to stay on his own and just go along, waiting for the class to be over.

Once he met the rest of the class, he was immediately the center of attention. Being last, being late, arriving with the coach, being the only one wearing something else than the normal navy blue swimwear, the only one flaunting his junk to everyone. The male students were wearing blue speedos, but those were cut in a certain way, had extra lining and were of a very dark color, designed to conceal what each of the boys was packing in them, the front part hanging rather loosely away from the body no matter if full or near empty.

Squishing his junk, larger than most of his classmates, in a very tight, clear, single layer of fabric got him angry looks from most of the boys, it looked like he was trying to show off and tell everyone that he was bigger than them. The girls on the other hand were a mix of interest, amazement and amusement.

"Alright, everyone in the water, get wet. Give me one length at a slow pace before we do some stretching exercises and then we'll start on serious business, diving and racing." told the coach, her strong voice taking everyone's attention from K-T for a moment.

K-T was last to get in the water, he was wearing so little and the fabric was so thin that he felt like he was swimming naked (something he wouldn't like to do in public and yet was sadly experienced with).

Last in , last out. When he climbed the ladder to get out of the pool K-T was the focus of everyone's attention. Looking down he suddenly realized why. The white thong, already letting show the outline of his cock, was now completely see through when wet. In the crowd looking at his, K-T could spot the smiling face of Emily his twin sister who had generously provided him with it.

"K-T since you like to show off you will lead the warming up and stretching exercises." announced coach Willis. " start with some stretches and then some jumping jacks."

K-T knew what coach Willis wanted him to do, it would be really humiliating wearing so little, but he also knew that if she saw him slack off or do something else than expected he would have to do it again, lengthening his exposure.

After a few arm stretches, no more embarrassing than simply standing up, he sat down on the tiling and spread his legs as far as he could. The tiny, slightly white pouch containing his junk was now the focus point of all the students gathered around him. He then lowered himself over each of his legs in succession, stretching his hips, legs and back.

It wasn't the only thing stretching. While the whole class was looking at K-T, K-T himself was facing them all. Including nearly two dozen wet girls in swimsuits that were currently bending forward, giving him a plunging view into their cleavage. This had a noticeable effect on a part of K-T, the content of the revealing thong was starting to expand and rather than staying balled in the pouch, the hardening rod was beginning to poke on the side, getting dangerously close to the not really secured edge of it.

He could probably fix this easily, but he'd rather not shuffle his dick around while wearing almost nothing and everyone from his class looking at it.

"That's enough K-T, get up and let's move it!" said his teacher.

K-T rose up and started the no doubt humiliating task of jumping up and down while flailing around in front of the class.

His junk, barely constricted by the translucent pouch, was bouncing around with each jump. The bouncing of his female classmates' boobs were continuing what the glimpses of them had started. The elastic band holding his only cover in place was really stretching, making it rather loose, and with his cock getting fully hard it had to go somewhere. As stretching as the pouch was, it had no hope of containing the 9 inches rod and the only way to go was up. Helped in this by the bouncing and wild moves of K-T, his dick started to poke from the top of his swimsuit. The head of it was poking above the elastic band and with it rubbing between the swimsuit and his belly his foreskin was pulled back.

Already too focused on his classmates, busy exercising and afraid to anger his teacher, K-T didn't even notice it. He was thinking that the smirks and laughter from the class were because of his outfit and not the unnoticed slip.

Coach Willis, already confounded that his swimwear had even held so far, didn't tell him anything about it either.

"Alright, enough for the warm up. Let's go to the next exercise." She announced.

K-T was relieved and stopped jumping, starting to go join the rest of the class in hopes of being forgotten.

"Where do you think you are going, K-T? You will do the demonstration for the next exercise too." She announced, to the cheers of the rest of the class.