School Days

I kicked the ball to one of my teammates and look up at the clock. It's been a long day, but you're in your final lesson of the day - PE. I love PE, I'm not majorly good at sports, but I enjoy it. Also, we all get to have showers together, and for boys like me this is a good thing. As I stand there pondering that thought, and trying not to get a hard on the teacher blew his whistle, and the game is over.

"Okay everyone," says the teacher loudly, "back to the changing rooms, I'll see you all next week."

"John!" he says, talking to me, "I need you to help me put the equipment away". As I turned towards him, I noticed he was looking at me, but it wasn't at my face height he was looking. It made me pause for a moment.

Shit, I think to myself, he is going to cut into my shower time! There is no way to avoid it, though, he asked for me by name. I don't think he's ever seen anyone move so fast at picking up all the equipment. I quickly rounded up all the footballs and put them in the box, and then jogged over to the goals.

I unhooked the nets from the top of the next and quickly rolled up and piled it atop the other net. I grabbed the nearest end while he got the other end. We lifted it up and walked it into the storage room. When we was in, I almost flung it down, turning to leave, and I noticed him looking once more. I felt bloody rush to my crotch, and also my cheeks. Was he checking me out?

"I.. err.. will get the corner posts," I stammered, feeling a bit nervous now. The teacher nodded and I jogged off to get them. When I returned he wasn't there. I put the posts in the storage room, closed it and headed back to the changing room

I got back to the changing room, to find it already empty, the others, including my friends, had gone already, but they'd left the showers on. I sighed.