Boys' Lewd And Completely Unacceptable Behaviour in Mixed High School Gym Classes

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Boys' Lewd And Completely Unacceptable Behaviour in Mixed High School Gym Classes

By Panto

Synopsis: A group of young men soon show they are completely unable to conduct themselves like gentlemen in the presence of young ladies in their gym classes.

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One Monday morning at his 14 year old boys high school gym class, Senior Sports Teacher Tomlinson had a special announcement to make.

"OK boys, listen up," the athletic looking six foot three tall man in his early thirties with thick beefy arms and a completely shaved head called in a loud voice in the boys locker room, "I’m talking to all the boys’ classes about this and I need you to listen up. I SAID I NEED YOU TO LISTEN, GUYS!!!"

The guys all knew that you didn't want Tomlinson to tell you three times. The room went quiet.

"Good. Now next week the girls change rooms are being fixed because of issues with the plumbing. The school has also decided to take this opportunity to add more privacy to the girls changing area by installing separate shower cubicles so they don’t have to shower together like you guys have to do and to make other improvements that girls need."

He paused.

"For about a week," he continued, "you’ll be giving up your change rooms to the girls. A canopy will be set up outside the boys’ change room with benches, lockers and there will be a bank of portable shower heads placed outside. Any questions?"

"Sir," asked one lad, "does that mean the girls will be able to see us changing and showering outside?"

Thomlinson, eyes steely stern square jawed, frowned completely nonplussed at the question. As though he really couldn't fathom why the it had been put.

"No doubt when they pass in and out of the change rooms, yes," he responded somewhat impatiently, "To access the water supply for the outdoor showers that’s the only place they could put them."

There was some discontented male-murmuring.

"Sir," piped up one slim, dark haired boy called Carson, "what if the girls start making smart comments about us being naked?"

The brief intervening silence was notably heavy before the answer finally came.

"The girls’ behaviour is the concern of the girls’ sports mistress Miss Marsden. Your behavour is my concern. If any girls make 'smart comments' as you call it, then you just ignore them and go about your business. OK? And if they really bother you that much, son, then I’ll give you something to keep your mind preoccupied elsewhere. It's not your business to concern yourself about what they say and do, boy, you just worry about what you say and do. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," answered the boy unhappily.

"Is that clear to everyone?"

"Yes, Sir!!!," answered the lads in unison.

"You’ve graciously given up your changing and showering facilities to these young ladies to protect their modesty and privacy. They’ll be our guests for at least a week and we need to treat them respectfully. So you've been warned. I expect you all to behave like young gentlemen while they are with us or your arses will be grass and I'll be the lawn mower."

On the following Monday, the first sports period was with the group of 14 year olds. After they’d finished their class, the boys were changing in the canopy area outside their change room. A bank of shower heads had been set up for them to shower at. It was a cold day so some of the lads shivered in the open. A few boys were a little reticent about showering outside. Tomlinson had to force them to take their shower.

"I don’t want any guy going back to his classes stinking. Especially since you'll be sitting in the same class rooms with young ladies. Boys might be made of snakes and snails and puppy dog's tails, as they say, but that doesn't mean they have to smell like it. So make sure you take your full shower and wash yourself properly everywhere including around your arse cheeks, dick and balls. I don’t want any of you to get crotch itch which will cause you to start rubbing yourselves down there in public, which will especially upset any young ladies sitting next to you. The shower needs to go for at least five minutes," he shouted as he stood watching them. A couple of boys tried to shower in speedos they’d brought with them but Tomlinson growled at them to take them off. "Get those off, now!! You can’t clean yourself properly in those!" Reluctantly the two boys, grumbling a little under their breaths, stripped off their speedos so that they were totally bare butt like the rest of the guys.

Just then the 14 year old girls’ class was coming back from their sports practice to change and shower in the boys’ changing rooms. They saw their normally clothed male classmates not just nude for the first time ever but also busily lathering up around their cocks, balls and butts with soap. Many of the girls found it incredibly funny. There were a few wolf whistles. "Whoo hoo, sexy bums or what!" called out one young lass. "Wow! Nice tight ones! Ooh yeah!" responded her friend laughing. "Oh, I didn’t realise Robert would have such a little one," said another loudly. "Carson’s got a big one, but then you can see it’s written all over his face." This was accompanied by a lot of girlish tittering. "Nice bush!" called out another to one tall handsome lad who looked back at her uncertainly, while one other of the vixens was volubly saying to a group of her girlfriends, "I win the bet. I told you Graham would be uncut," whilst looking sideways and smirking at the boy’s uncircumcised appendage which he tried to cover up.

Tomlinson seemed not to notice any of this, while the girls’ sports mistress, Miss Marsden, just said, smiling indulgently, "Come along, girls, enough of that." Plainly the girls didn't agree with her as they kept on doing it.

The girls were fascinated when some of the young boys got boners, even raging hard-ons, in the showers or changing area which they tried unsuccessfully to hide. At first Miss Marsden, (alarmed for its damaging affects on the delicate innocence and tender sensibilities of her youthful female charges), had complained to Thomlinson. However he told her there was really nothing in it and that boys were always getting hard-ons at that age for all sorts of reasons and often for no reason at all. They really couldn’t help it. He said he didn’t want to punish them unless they were deliberately flaunting their boners at the girls in a lewd or sexually explicit way. He admitted that it wasn’t an ideal situation, but if the girls were going to see adolescent boys "get nude" then they would just have to put up with seeing them also regularly "get wood" and that was that (though naturally he didn't actually use such crudely anatomical male-speach before a lady). Miss Marsden gingerly suggested that perhaps restraints could be issued for the boys to wear whilst changing and showering, however Tomlinson really didn’t think it was a good idea to interfere with the natural freedom of movement of young lads’ healthy appendages in that way. "Typical male," she thought disgusted, "they treat that damn thing between their legs like it was royalty!"

The girls couldn’t help laughing and making sexy or lewd comments to the naked young lads like "Your little man giving you trouble again?" "Ooh, are they THAT happy to see us?" "Uh oh, canoe time!" "Oh my god, it’s bent like a banana!" "Really? Is that honestly the best you can do? Pathetic!" and then making gestures with their fingers to indicate they weren’t impressed by the size of a boy’s erect penis. Many of the boys felt deeply humiliated by all this but there was nothing they could do except put up with it.

In classes the teasing continued relentlessly, "Well, we’ve seen Carson’s and it’s a large one. We’ve even seen how long it can get. My God it's like a canoe! How do you manage to keep it under control?" The boy was red faced with embarrassment but didn’t want to get in trouble for saying anything in return so he just shut his mouth. One lad, who was actually painfully shy, was "hung like a horse" as the saying goes. So the young adolescent females, (hysterically doubled-over out-loud-laughing and wet-red-faced), all actually nicknamed him "horse", a name he was stuck with until the day of his graduation and beyond. Those of his own sex, activated by typical male-contempt for signs of "weakness" amongst their own, joined the jibes of the females. It was all so shaming especially when kids who didn't know asked him in later years at school why he had that particular nickname and girls nearby overhearing this would be audibly sniggering as he struggled, whilst awkwardly stammering, to ineptly explain.

But inevitably the presence of large numbers of nubile young females stripping nude and showering daily in a change room separated from testosterone driven teenage boys outside by only a thin wooden wall was going to lead to trouble. This was in spite of the school annual Sexual Harrassment Education Classes all students had to attend once they turned 15 that were particularly directed at preventing the well known statistically proven disgusting and inappropriate behaviour of boys towards their female classmates, including leering, staring and unwanted sexual comments. The lady taking the course, an earnest spare looking bespectacled young woman with blue hair, was at especial pains to emphasise to the male students in particular that "no means no" and explicit and very frequent verbal consent was required at all times for any kind of sexual contact.

But very sadly, as you may unfortunately know dear reader from reputation if not from distressing personal experience, the combination of nature and temptation frequently trump education (however sound and solid the latter may be) where the testosterone driven behaviour of sex obsessed male adolescents is concerned. In fact there was a small hole in one of the walls of the boys' (now girls') changing shed about thirty inches from the ground. The hole looked directly into the open shower stage and was covered by some trees and shrubs outside so that not many people knew about it. In any case few people were interested in peeping at teenage boys showering nude but once it became a girl's shower room it also became of particular interest to permanently horny male adolescents who were just beginning to take a special interest in girls' intimate parts.

Sixteen year old Danny Reeves and his buddies soon knew about the hole. After a few days of the acute humiliation of showering out in the open nude in front of their female classmates with the girls looking at their dicks, nuts and arses and also passing lewd remarks many of the boys wanted to "get even" as they saw it (even though it was obvious to any normal sane person that boys seeing girls nude and girls seeing boys nude were completely different things). One of the worst supposed "indignities" was to have girls passing by giggling when Thomlinson did things like shouting at the top of his booming voice for the guys to "make sure you use plenty of soap between your arse cheeks and around your cock and balls as well" in the girls hearing. It was also impossible for the boys to hide their exposed hard ons from the girls as the latter extra-casually sauntered by them knowing the effect on most males at that age of their close fitting backless neck to ankle black leotards with bare midriffs that girls wore for gym and that left little scope for ever active and voracious male-imaginations.

"How's about we get a good look at Sandra's tits, arse and snatch the way they get to look at our dicks," Danny suggested to another lad.

"Sandra Billings?" his best buddy David Krebs responded. Sandra Billings, the hottest damn chick in their year? His mouth watered at the thought.

"I know how we can do it too," Danny quietly revealed.

"What?!" David said waking from his pleasant reverie of Sandra's creamy hour glass figure stripped totally bare. Danny then told him about the hole in the wall. They both went round to investigate. Although no one was using the room at that moment it gave them a direct birds eye view of the shower area stage. It would be like watching a nude girly peep show live! Soon other guys in the class knew about it. Their girl class mates who they saw daily during lessons dressed in blazers, knee length pleated skirts and navy blue stockings or in black leotards for PE, whose female-nude-parts they could only frustratingly fantasise about and longingly depict in their febrile sex-obsessed teenage male-minds, would soon be wholly and unknowingly exposed bare to their urgent male-vision.

A group went round to the hole later as the girls were showering. Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It was just too too good! So satisfying! An array of soft creamy hour glass figures, bare tits, nude female butt cheeks and lovely inviting slits nested in beautiful bare beavers of various hues were all presented for the excited young male-gaze. And Sandra Billings! Oh f-f-fuck! She was like a flowing vision of Venus or Aphrodite with a perfect figure and tits and arse to die for! Disgustingly a few of the guys couldn't help jerking off as they took turns looking through the hole and most at least had their hands on their growing bulges, usually bringing themselves to relief later as they replayed the visions of nude nubile loveliness in their sex fevered young male-brains.

This special male-enjoyment went on for a couple of days until they got a rude surprise.

"What are you boys doing!?" cried Miss Marsden, the girls sports teacher, just as one lad hurriedly stowed his hard penis that had almost been on the point of climaxing back into his shorts. There were over a dozen boys hanging around the "portal of unimaginable joys", all looking red faced at being caught with their hands around their dicks, literally in many cases.

"What's in there? Get out of the way!" she brusquely ordered as she bent down to look behind the bush that covered the "aperture of voluptuous visual delights". After briefly looking through the hole she jerked up with a look of horrified disgust on her face, glaring at the visibly abashed male miscreants. She forced the boys to give her their names and sent them on their way. Within a couple of hours the hole, which had been there for years unremarked unapproached and untouched, had been totally and expertly patched up by a professional carpenter who naturally overcharged. (Although for the defence of precious female modesty no possible expense could ever be spared.)

The following day was double sports period for the sixteen year olds class. It was a cold morning. Tomlinson accompanied by Miss Marsden swept upon the unsuspecting group of 16 year old boys as they were changing out in the open (outside their commandeered male changing shed) into their male PE kit, shorts and t shirts, to get ready.

"I've been told what this class of pervs have been getting up to. PEERING AT GIRLS IN THE NUDE!!" he announced angrily red-faced and with obvious palpable disgust, "I have a list of boys who were caught yesterday by Miss Marsden but it appears, I've been informed, that most of the boys in this class were involved. Well? Are any of you going to deny it?" Knowing that in Thomlinson's book, as with most teachers, a boy's denials were perversely as good as an admission of guilt, none did. In fact most had been involved or at least knew about it.

"None of you denies it? Very well since you teenage degenerates love perving at young ladies in the nude so much you can all do this morning's PE classes bare butt." There were some grumbles and protests in adolescent male-voices but these were soon angrily silenced. "I SAID TO STRIP COMPLETELY BARE CHEEKED IF YOU DON'T WANT OFFICIAL LETTERS TO YOUR PARENTS TELLING THEM THAT YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FILTHY PERVERTS WHO CAN'T EVER BE TRUSTED AROUND WOMEN!!!" he bawled at them, the veins standing out on his thick neck.

Unwillingly boys stripped off their clothes to get nude for the class. A few of them as they publicly bared their butts and cocks angrily threw their pants down on the benches, the belt buckles echoing volubly on the wood, with one bitterly complaining that "it's so damn unfair!"

For the first period Thomlinson arranged nude track and field for the wayward class of sixteen year old boys, during which the very athletic, muscular Sports Teacher, dressed in a warm looking navy blue track suit that contrasted with the boys' vulnerable nakedness, accompanied them round the track. The boys were only permitted to wear gym shoes and socks so it did look rather comical.

"It's pretty damn cold so I'm just giving you lads a good warm up," he joked sardonically. "One! Two!One! Two! One! Two! Hup! hup! hup! C'mon, you guys! C'mon! Lift those legs! Move those arse cheeks! One! Two! One! Two! One! Two! hup! hup! hup!" he loudly shouted like a Full-Metal-Jacket drill sergeant running along beside the nude young men.

The girls, in their black neck to ankle leotards, most with amused looks on their in-many-cases-pretty faces, all ran behind.

"C’mon, Reeves! Keep up, boy! Faster! Faster! Hup! hup! hup! Move ya cheeks!" he shouted at Danny, "Are you going to let the girls beat you?!"

The girls, following close behind, watched the sight of fast moving bare male-buns motioning piston-like ahead of them as their male classmates swiftly ran around the circuit of the oval fast-pursued by Thomlinson. The majority of the young ladies had been both outraged and alarmed at hearing that these boys, with typically brazen male-effrontery, had dared to violate their precious and valued female-modesty by perving at them in the raw, so they were more than pleased to see these rude hairy arsed bastards get some much deserved payback. Others were just enjoying the nude show. A very small minority of hopelessly pathetic "softies" and "losers" were genuinely embarrassed for the boys.

For the second period they had mixed volleyball, boys vs girls. Thomlinson preceded the game with jumping jack warm ups on either side of the net. Danny at the front row of the boys' group, his dick and balls flopping up and down as he did his compulsory jumping jacks, was directly opposite gorgeous Sandra Billings. Her close contoured black leotard left none of her perfect curves to the male-imagination and was almost like a torture to watch, especially for the many boys there who had already feasted their famished male-eyes on those wonderful soft curves bare. To mask his embarassment he decided to be bold and looked directly into the girl's eyes. To his surprise he saw she was looking directly back at him with a smile. And not one of derision. Embarrassingly his exposed tool was no longer flopping but standing immobile, sentry-like at attention by the time they'd finished the jumping jacks.

Once the game started girls watched with considerable interest as the nude boys leapt at the net, encouraged again by Thomlinson's loud shouting and threats.

"C'mon! Move those lazy arse cheeks or I'll give you a reason to move them! What are you? A bunch of girls?!" he yelled.

Sandra got to again see Danny's cock and balls regularly flopping up and down as he seemed to be always leaping for the ball. Towards the end of the game she gave the nude lad a fairly bold unmistakable wink. He felt his exposed still half hard member start to swell again under her pretty gaze. A week later they were going out together and Danny and his dick got to personally experience up close the pleasures the lad had only seen and imagined from afar. He was a very lucky guy and he knew it. The other dudes in his class were as jealous as all fuck but he was a "good sport", sharing some intimate details with the other guys in the locker room, evoking the depressingly familiar dirty minded male-grins and male-guffaws.

Because the builders, as usual, took longer than estimated to finish the job, the boys had to change and shower out in the open for another three weeks. In all that time, the girls’ lewd comments to them continued of course unrelenting and completely unchecked. And the older boys in particular continued to be tempted to behave in ways unbecoming of gentlemen. All of which unfortunately resulted in further trouble from annoying boys who obviously had no idea how to conduct themselves around young ladies.

THE END
A STORY BY PANTO

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