Diving into more embarrassment.

"K-T, get on the block, you will demonstrate the correct diving stance for the class," said coach Willis.

Not exactly something that K-T was eager to do. He just wanted to get to the back of the crowd and be forgotten. But he couldn't refuse. He had skipped or been excused out of PE so many times that the teacher could give him a failing grade for it at any point. He had to try to get into her graces if he wanted a passing grade.

He climbed on the first cement block at the edge of the pool. The class gathered in a half circle, part of them on his right side, the others behind him. He had still not noticed that his dick was poking at the top of his swimsuit.

"Feet six inches apart! Bend those knees! Now lean forward until you can grab your toes! Raise your head!" The coach was shouting these instructions that K-T struggled to follow.

With such an awkward position he was showing his ass to everyone behind him, one of his balls had even slipped on the side of the pouch. Students were lining up to go examine his posture like the coach had invited them to do. No one seemed to do so to improve their diving, but more likely to gawk at K-T.

"Alright, now dive!" shouted coach Willis.

For all he disliked this lesson, K-T was a good swimmer and he dove in the pool with grace, barely making a splash as he entered the water.

"Excellent K-T. Alright, everyone. You just saw how it is done. Now line up on the blocks and give me a good dive. Once done, stay in the pool but move to the back."

K-T's classmates lined up for the 8 diving blocks and joined him in the pool with more or less success. K-T felt relieved, he was now in the water where no one could see the embarrassing swimsuit he was wearing. With the praise of coach Willis he also feared less of being failed in the class. All in all he felt completely freed.

A little too free…

The fabric that the stupid thing was made of was so thin that it felt like he was wearing nothing while swimming, still he got his hand down to his crotch to check something.

There was a good reason he couldn't feel the swimsuit…

It was gone!

He had probably lost it while diving, the flimsy elastic straps unable to hold it in place (especially with his dick already out when he dived, letting water rush inside and pull it away).

He looked around in the pool but there was little hope, he was looking for something translucent white the size of his hand in splashy water over white tiling in a large pool full of his classmates. Classmates that were currently swimming towards him as instructed.

His only luck was that his swimsuit had been so see-through when wet that it wouldn't be instantly obvious that he wasn't wearing it as long as he stayed in the water.