Class Differences (Part 3)

Our class’ gym curriculum extended to include a swimming unit, and because the school was so decedent it of course had its own pool. I don’t know how they managed to maintain it, because the cost must be more than I’ll ever see in my lifetime, but considering they had enough funding for everything else there I suppose it was no real surprise. The rich pricks board of directors even decided to go all out and make it an indoor pool as well.

This was about a week after the library incident. Which everybody still hadn’t gotten over, and I had yet to live down. I could hear the whisperings about me about my private parts being exposed to everyone “on accident.” The only bright side was that it seems that most of my classmates had gotten their fill of humiliating from that, so aside from the whispering I was picked on much less than before.

Normally I would have looked forward to our time to use the pool, but despite the fact that I wore swimming slippers every day I had to explain to Mr. Manning in the boys locker room that I didn’t have a swimsuit to wear.

“What?!” he said. “What do you mean you don’t have a swimsuit? Why not?”

“I cannot afford it.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? We could have gotten you one.”

“The school wouldn’t cover it sir.”

One of the students overheard the conversation.

“Excuse me, did I hear that Richard here doesn’t have any swimwear.”

“Yes, that is correct,” replied our teacher.

One of the other boys yelled, “he should have to swim naked!” and Mr. Manning told him to be quiet. The first student, his name was Max, offered a solution.

“Well you see, when my family bought my swimwear they got me a main pair of trunks for me to wear, but they also bought a spare swimsuit just in case, and since I don’t need it I can lend it to Richard here.”

“Wonderful,” said Mr. Manning. “Max, get your swimsuit. Richard, go get changed, and thank Max for being so kind.”

As the two of us walked away toward his belongings I thanked Max for bailing me out.

“Thanks,” I said, “I actually really like swimming, so you have no idea how grateful I am for what you are doing.”

“No problem at all. I don’t need two swimsuits anyway, so letting you wear my spare will be worth it anyways.”

That last phrase was a double entendre, but I don’t catch that at the time. While Max was digging around in his back, one of the other boys overheard the situation and interrupted.

“Ew gross. If his cock is going to be touching that swimsuit of yours, I wouldn’t ask for it back.”

“Well it is mine after all. No offense,” he turned to me,” but I will ask for it later. Now, if only I could find it.” He rummaged around in his bag.

“No problem,” I said, “I understand.”

“Here it is.”

I thought it was strange that Max kept saying that he had another "swimsuit" instead of saying he had another pair of trunks, and I realized that that was because he didn’t when he held up a tiny speedo and handed it to me. Still, I didn’t want to seem ungrateful, so I thanked him once more and left to get changed.

I wasn’t sure if it felt better or worse than my school clothes, because the speedo was at least more secure than the shorts, and with no risk of tearing, and I my legs and thighs were exposed the same amount because of how short my shorts were, but before I at least had my chest covered. Because they wore swim-shirts with their trunks, the other boys had their chests covered, and obviously the girls who were changing in the adjacent locker room did as well. Ironically, I couldn’t actually wear my swimming shoes because the rules strictly forbid the wearing of any classroom clothing in the pool normally meant to apply to jewelry and such, and since the shoes were apart of my makeshift classroom uniform I had to go barefoot like everybody else, which was fine because I prefer to swim barefoot, but I don’t understand why they would enforce those rules so seriously, or why they would have such ridiculous rules to begin with, although I suppose that they were only really ridiculous when applied to me and my unique situation. Still, I felt exposed when I walked out of the locker room in my speedo while all the other boys wore trunks, and especially when the girls showed up in their one piece swimsuits.

Mr. Manning didn't change clothes, the teachers never get directly involved in sports. He was still in his suit, but his jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up. He instructed us on the number laps we were supposed to do and with what technique. After that he just walked away, probably going to the nearest teacher's lounge. Half of the students dived in to complete their laps while the other half waited for their turn to use the pool, because despite the tendency my classmates' had to goof off, they all generally accepted that the easiest way to get credit for completing the assignment was to just do it, as the teacher could come back any moment, but in addition to that they also enjoyed the break from the boring tedious lessons in that stuffy classroom and welcomed the water on such a hot day.

I was one of the ones who jumped into the water first and began swimming my laps. I had to admit that the speedo was quite slick and convenient when swimming. I was sure that there were several eyes on my body but I was able to temporarily forget that whilst in the bliss of cutting through the water. I was making good progress and I was nearly halfway done with my laps until I heard my name called out to me when I surfaced for air.

"Hey, Dick!"

I stopped what I was doing and looked around. I saw Max and his friends were sitting by the edge of the pool dipping their feet in the water. They motioned for me to come over. Considering the good progress I had made, I figured I could afford to take a break. I got out at the end and walked all the way around to where they were, and from the angle I was at I could see the glances being made towards me and my interesting swimsuit. I had tried to tuck my penis down before but since I had been moving around while swimming you could now clearly see the bulge in the front, even though I was flaccid, and I didn't want to be caught re-adjusting so I just walked like that. I walked over and stood by them. I wanted to sit next to them but Max was sitting in the middle and he was the one who called me over, so I correctly assumed that I would be talking with him.

"Hey," he said quite loudly, "how's the speedo working out?"

"It's nice, thanks."

He introduced me to his friends. "Everyone, this is Dick."

I hated that he was using my nickname, I wasn't even sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he genuinely thought that was what I went by. But to reiterate I was just happy to be introduced to my classmates, who seemed nice. There were three of them, not including Max, so that made a total of four. They decided to start asking me questions.

"Are you really comfortable wearing that?"

"Yes, sorta."

"Well, you do swim pretty fast with it."

"Yeah it seems to suit you."

"Thanks."

"Are you sure that it's not too small?" That question came from Max.

"Well. it's a little tight."

"Really? Hold on." He took his feet out of the water and stood up. His friends followed. They walked me a few meters away from the edge of the water.

"Alright," he continued once we were in position. "Now what part feels too tight."

"Well," I didn't want to complain, he did lend it to me after all, but he was asking so I answered, "all of it."

"What does that mean? Tell me specifically. Like what?"

"Well... my crotch." I said this quietly, because I didn't want anyone to hear.

"Your crotch feels too tight?" Max said loudly, not taking the hint. "Is it because you have an erection?"

I couldn't believe he asked me such a question. He had asked it so casually, and in front of his friends no less.

"No," I answered.

"No it's not because of your erection?"

"No. I don't have an erection."

"What was that? Can you speak up please? Hear you." He said "we" indicating he wanted me to tell all of his friends too.

"I don't have an erection," I blurted out, perhaps too loudly.

Max looked me up and down. "Yeah, I suppose it doesn't look like you do. What do you think guys?"

They all looked me up and down, their eyes stopping at my crotch where they could see the bulge of my flaccid penis. They all agreed that I was not erect.

"Anywhere else?" he asked.

"What?" I thought he had meant was I erect anywhere else, which obviously didn't make any sense.

"The speedo, is it tight anywhere else?"

"Oh, right."

"You said everywhere, so where else?"

"Well... you know, my bottom."

"Your what?"

"My, you know, my butt."

"You don't need to be so informal, you can say your ass."

"Yeah," said one of his friends. "We're all guys here."

"Yeah," continued another, "cock, balls, ass, pussy. We don't care. Just call it like it is."

"Okay, my ass is tight in this speedo."

"Can you turn around so we can see?" said Max.

I obliged. It wan't too unreasonable a request.

"Spread your legs a little."

I spread my legs to about shoulder breadth. Once again, it wasn't an outrageous request.

"Can you bend over and touch your toes?"

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"We are just trying to see what you are talking about."

I bend over and tried to touch the ground, knowing that four guys were closely watching my swimsuit ride up on my ass, and I am sure that our little routine here was gathering attention from plenty of others in our class.

"Hmm," said one of the entourage. "I can see what he is talking about."

"Yeah me too."

"I'm not so sure."

"Really?"

"I think they fit fine."

"Would you like to try them on yourself and see?"

"No, no, but I think they fit him well."

"He claims that it's smooshing his cock and balls."

"He seems fine.”

"No, if anything he needs to pull them up more."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"You could be right."

"Alright Dick, that's enough. Thanks," said Max.

I stood upright and turned around. I started to readjust before they stopped me.

"But don't do that just yet. We wanna test something out first."

"Okay, I guess."

"Some of us think that your problem is that you are not pulling it far up enough."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let me show you."

They surrounded me. Max stood behind me and grabbed the edge of the speedo from the sides.

"Like this?" he said. His friends nodded. He looked at me. "We think you should be wearing it like this!"

And then he pulled up hard, giving me a wedgie so intense he lifted me off the ground for a second. In doing so he sent the material going straight up my asscrack, which was extremely unpleasant. This also caused the front to bunch up as well, but without a central canal to be driven into like the back had with my asscrack, it pushed to the side, my right side, causing my cock and balls to fall out. When he let go and my feet returned to the ground I was walking really funny, with my cheeks and genitals on display. I was too stunned to do anything immediately.

"You know what," I heard Max say behind me to one of his friends. "I think you were wrong. That doesn't seem much better after all.

"Sorry about that Dick!" he called out.

I looked out and everyone was looking at me. I quickly tried to readjust but the material had stretched and was hard to work.

"Here let me help you," Max said, walking over.

"No thanks," I said. I didn't want any more of his help.

"Nonsense. Move your hands away."

I did, but only because he wouldn't relent.

"Oh wow, that's pretty bad." He said this as if he hadn't been the one who caused it. Then without warning he just pulled them off completely. "Step out of them."

I did as he said because like I said he didn't seem like he was going to give up. I quickly covered my crotch with my hands. I hoped that Mr. Manning wouldn't choose this moment to walk back in to check on his class. It would be the second time that he would have caught me bottomless in his class. It was then that I realized that I had no shirt on either, so I was completely naked in front of my classmates.

Max held up the speedo in his hands and showed it to his friends for him to look at it.

"Don't worry, it seems fine. But you should let it sit for a while."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Just hang out for a while."

"But I'm naked."

"It's not like we haven't seen it all before. Remember that time in the library?"

"I guess you're right."

"And move your hands away too." He tried to swap my hands away.

"What! Why?"

"It looks like your crotch got hurt while we were readjusting the speedo. You should just leave it alone."

"But what if the teacher comes back?"

"Mr Manning?" He almost never comes back. You'll be fine. Besides, with your hands like that it looks like you are touching yourself."

I thought about it and placed my hands at my sides. Max said that he and his friends would hold on to the speedo for me and walked off. Without anything else to do I walked over and stood in line for laps. I wanted to cover myself but I didn't dare. I stood there for a while, watching the students swim. I was so focused and closed off that I didn't notice the person that tapped me on the shoulder sneak up behind me. I turned around and saw a group of about five girls in the class standing in front of me. One girl was in the lead, she was the one who tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hello," she said. "It's Richard, right?"

"Uh, yeah... but some people call me Dick." I was very nervous about talking to them and said the first thing that came to mind, attempting to come across as nice and jovial, but in the process I accidentally perpetuated my nickname.

"I'm Sarah, and these are..." she introduced me to the other four. They all started talking to me.

"Aren't you embarrassed to be standing like that?"

"Yeah, I mean you're basically naked in front of everyone."

"Well, it's not like you haven't seen it all before," I said.

"I suppose that's true."

"That makes sense."

"Actually... not really... I..." started one girl.

"Oh, that's right!"

"What?"

"Stella wasn't there that day in the library, so she didn't see him with his pants down."

"Someone had to tell me about it the next day," she said.

"So this would actually be the first time Stella has seen Dick's package."

"Okay," was all I could think to say to that.

"But we didn't see your ass, since you were facing the other way."

"Yeah, but we can see it now."

"Not from this angle."

"Hey Dick, since we can already see everything like you said, can we get a closer look?"

"Sure, I guess," I said.

"Cool, can you turn around?"

I found myself turning around so that my classmates could see my ass for the second time in one class period.

"Wow."

"He really is totally naked right now."

"I know right."

"Are you sure this isn't embarrassing for you?"

"It is embarrassing, but I guess it can't be helped," I said.

"I guess you're right."

"You have a nice ass."

"Thanks." I had never been complimented on my ass before.

"Yeah, you do."

"Stella totally wants to touch it."

"I do not!"

"Yes you do, it's written all over your face!"

"You can if you want," I said.

"What?"

"You can if you want," I repeated.

"I mean, I was just joking."

"Oh, sorry," I replied.

"I will though, if you're offering."

"Yeah, I'd like to know how it feels too."

"So, can we just, like, go ahead?"

"Yeah," I said.

I felt one hand on my ass, then another. Both caressing, groping, and poking around back there. Neither of them went near my anus, just ticking to the ample flesh that formed by buttocks.

"I want to feel too," said one.

"Yeah me too," said another.

"Is that alright with you?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah, go ahead."

They all took turns feeling me, never more than three at a time. When I looked around I saw that everyone could see what they were doing to me, or I should say, what I was letting them do to me. I could see Max and his friends, who still had my swimsuit, as well as Marcus, who had been the one who pantsed me. I wished they wouldn't stare, but I guess I couldn't blame them. I must have been quite the spectacle. But there was something else that was making it especially embarrassing.

When the girls had had their fill I turned back around to face them.

"Oh my god."

One of them gasped.

"Wow, haha."

"Nice."

"Sorry," Sarah said.

"Don't worry about it," I said.

"I guess we should have known better."

"Just don't worry about it."

Just then, one of our classmates, who was hanging around by the door looking through the glass, shouted, "he's coming! Mr. Manning is going back."

Everyone tried to make it look like they were busy since they had started slacking off by this point. I turned around and saw the girls had walked away from me. I looked for Max and saw that he and his friends were all the way across the pool, too far for me to reach in time. Quickly, I jumped into the water and tried to pretend like I was taking a break from swimming my laps. My heart was certainly beating fast enough to play the part.

A few moments later the door opened and Mr. Manning walked in.

"How are things going here?" he asked.

The nearest group of students told him everything was fine.

"Have you completed your laps?"

They confirmed that they had. By looking at them you could clearly tell that they had all been in the water at least once. Their hair and trunks (they were all boys) were still damp. He seemed to believe them.

"Alright then," he said, directly speaking to everyone this time,"I would just like to remind everyone that you only have ten minutes left to complete your laps, then we return to the locker rooms."

He looked at us in the pool. I knew that from where he was standing he couldn't see anything below the middle of my chest, so I was safe, but if he came any closer or **** me out of the water he would know that I wasn't wearing anything. He turned to the group of students from before and pointed at us.

"Make sure that the students swimming hear that message," was all he said.

When they agreed he started walking away, and I breathed a sigh of relief, which was interrupted when something stopped him and he turned around. He was looking at the water, but this time I could tell that he was looking at me specifically.

"Richard," said Mr. Manning.

I nearly had a heart attack, but somehow the anxiety didn't make my erection go down, perhaps that was what was keeping it up by the point. I feared the worst, that he was going to **** me to get out of the water and he would see my very full erection.

"He goes by Dick sir," said someone. I looked over and saw that it was Marcus.

"Thank you Marcus, but I don't think that teachers should call their students by informal names."

"But you call him by his first name."

"What?"

"You don't call him Mr. Thatcher. You call him Richard. But we call him Dick."

Mr Manning looked at me. "Is that so?" he asked.

I wanted to object but I was afraid to draw any more attention to myself, so I nodded my head and said "yes" while silently cursing Marcus in my head.

"Alright then, 'Dick,' why aren't you swimming?"

"I was about to sir."

"What do you have left to do?"

I thought about the question honestly and answered honestly to the best of my recollection, without thinking of the consequences.

"Just the backstroke sir."

"Well get on with it."

"I will sir."

He was about to walk away but then he turned back to see I hadn't shown much urgency in following his request.

"I mean it," he said.

"Yes sir."

"I am going to turn my back, and when I start walking away, I better hear you going."

"Yes sir."

With that he turned his back and I kicked off the wall and began to do the backstroke, hoping that he wouldn't really turn around. All I did was keep swimming. I could feel my erection standing straight up out of the water and wiggle from side to side as I kicked and paddled. I didn't stop until I got to the end, and when I got there I looked and saw Max standing at the edge waiting for me.

"Did he leave?" I asked.

"Yes, don't worry he didn't see you. He just turned around and walked out when he heard you swimming. You are actually really good at swimming by the way."

"Thanks."

"Here," he said. He held out his hand with my/his swimsuit in it.

"Thank you so much," I said.

I was so grateful that I didn't care about everything that he did before. I took it and decided it was best to put it on outside of the water so I lifted myself out. I didn't care if everyone saw me again, as it really didn't matter by that point. When I put it on it wasn't quite as uncomfortable as before, but it was still plenty tight. My erection, which still had not gone down and I had to cram in at an awkward angle to make it fit, was extremely visible, but I didn't care. I enjoyed the last ten minutes with my crotch covered, during which my erection became flaccid again, and I even finished my backstroke laps, but doing so kept me late and I was the last to make it back to the locker rooms. When I get there the last few people held the door open for me, one of them was Max.

"Hey," he said, "You can bring my swimsuit to the class and give it to me there."

"Okay," I said. "See you there."

The door closed behind me and I was alone in the locker room, but I didn't immediately start preparing for my next class. I used this time to sit and consider the events of the last hour before going to face my classmates again.

I heard the door close behind me. I checked the stalls and the showers. They were all empty, the lockers too, except for mine. I took a sigh of relief as I realized I was completely alone, and so I took the time to consider the events of the last hour in privacy. Alone, I let myself feel honestly about it, something I wouldn't have done before because I knew what I would find. When I searched my emotions I discovered that I liked the experience I just had. It was fun and exciting. My cock started getting hard in the speedo as the events replayed in my head, of the girls fondling me in front of everyone, and of my naked backstroke, and how, even though I couldn't see, I knew they were all looking at my cock wiggling around. All except for Mr Manning, but in my mind I imagined that he had seen me, and the thought aroused me. I looked down in real life and saw that my erection was hard to hide, and I got an idea. I grabbed my clothes out of my locker and walked over to the showers...

I knocked on the door to the classroom as a polite warning and then opened the door. Mr. Manning was in the middle of a lesson, but he stopped when he saw me.

""Wha- Why are you still wearing your speedo?"

I held out my damp clothes: my tiny shorts and my shirt, which felt so small bundled in my hand, reminding me of just how little I wear when walking around. I was wearing my shoes.

"My clothes got wet sir."

"And they are not wearable?"

"No."

"What's wrong with them?"

Having to explain my situation in detail was embarrassing, but that was the idea, because it was also arousing.

"They are see-through, transparent."

"I see. And you have nothing else to wear?"

"No, I don't."

That was true. I had no other clothes with me. None other than what was in my hand which if worn would cover nothing. The only article of clothing I was wearing was on rent.

My cock had softened on the walk to the classroom, but it was beginning to grow again and I couldn't stop it, just like I couldn't do anything about my clothes.

"Well, I suppose if Max is alright with it you can wear the speedo in class. It is his after all. What do you say Max?"

"I'm alright with it."

"Okay then. Dick, find your seat. And hand me your clothes. We will hand them up to dry."

As I walked down the aisle to my seat my boner was quite visible and there were whispers all around me. Dick Thatcher was wearing a speedo in class and liking it. Mr. Manning hung up my clothes in front of the windows with clips, so that the sun could help them dry, but what the sun also did was illuminate just how transparent they were. Everyone could see just how exposing my clothes would have been had I worn them.

With the exception of everything I have mentioned so far, class went by normally. I didn't even get called up to the front to solve a problem. We continued our lesson from the day before. until the phone rang and Mr. Manning told Max that he was being pulled out of class by his mother. I could tell if this was just unfortunate timing or if this was another prank and perhaps Max had managed to call his mother to come get him. Phones weren't allowed in class, luckily for me. Anyways, Max packed his things and was about to walk out the door, placing him right at the front of the class, when he said he "accidentally" remembered that he forgot about his swimsuit.

"That's right," said Mr Manning. "Dick Thatcher, return your swimsuit."

I walked up the aisle.

"Can I have my clothes back now?"

"No, they aren't dry yet."

"Please?"

"No, now return the speedo."

I could see Max couldn't help but grin as he held out his hand. I looked around at my classmates whom I had just been asked to strip in front of, although they had technically all seen it before. I pulled my speedo down, covering my crotch with my hand as I held out the used, stretched swimsuit and placed it in his hand, after which he thanked me and walked out the door.

"Alright Dick, now returning to your seat so we may continue the lesson."

As I started walking back to me seat one of the students, a member of Max's group said something that called back to advice Max had given me earlier.

"Gross! Dick is touching himself!"

"Dick," said Mr. Manning, "top covering yourself. It's not sanitary."

I couldn't believe he had just requested that of me, although I suppose he was right. It wasn't sanitary for me to be touching my penis and testicles and then touching anything else in the room. It also wasn't sanitary for me to be naked in class, with my penis and testicles touching the seat, but I suppose that wasn't a major concern. And so I sat my bare bottom down on the seat while my clothes remained hung up on the other side of the room. The whispers intensified of course, to the point that Mr. Manning had to tell the class to quiet down. At least I was sitting down where the desk couldn't partially cover me, but that changed because, whereas before Mr. Manning didn't call on me to answer any questions, it appears he had changed his mind. He called me up and I had to pick up a marker and write the answer on the front boards, and then explain my reasoning, which made me turn around and face class to do, all without covering of course.

It wasn't until the final bell rang and the day was over that I was finally allowed to retrieve my clothes. However, they still weren't completely back to normal. You could see my nipples through the top, but I managed to tuck my penis so that you couldn't see it from the front. And it was like that that I had to walk from my classroom to the front door of the school, past the other students who hadn't seen me in swimming class, as well as anyone else that I happened to pass walking through the streets on my way back home.