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“What have you done, Alex?” my mother's voice asked over an intercom. “Why did you activate it?” To be continued... I was a freshman in a big city high school in the ‘70s and wasn’t surprised when in my first semester I had swimming and for “public health reasons,” all of the boys would do it naked. I had been warned by my older brothers and coming from a family of nine kids, including sisters and a continually nursing mother, I wasn’t shy, or a stranger to the nude body. On the first day we were instructed that if we heard three short bursts of the whistle, we were to get out of the pool quickly, line up on the edge and face the bleachers, because there may be an emergency Bondage and somebody would be there to give us instructions. There were about 40 boys in the class, of all races, all pubescent, although there were a few that were probably barely, by Slave the sparse hair on their cocks and balls. A few boys were older, or more advanced, as evidenced by their thicker bushes or larger penises. Many looked like me, uncut and white, about half were circumcised, but I tried not to stare. Still, it was the first time I saw a dick that wasn’t my BDSM dad’s or brother’s or cousin’s.We all jumped in the pool and swam around, fetish getting used to the water. It felt good on my naked body and it was something I had never done. As it was many times during the day as a young teenager, my dick was rock solid. I jerked off many times a day to relieve myself back then… Suddenly, the whistle blew three times and we all jumped out and lined up on the edge of the pool. In the chill, my balls pulled in tight and my young cock was erect, of course. The coach was about four rows up in the bleachers and laughed, “all right men, there’s about 12 of you with boners, stiffies, hard-ons, WOOOOD! We don’t swim naked because this is a nudist camp, we swim naked because of the rules! I don’t think any of you guys are fairies, but there’s no grab-ass in the pool. Concentrate on swimming and your peckers will stay down! Get back in there!” There was some nervous laughter among the boys domination and we jumped back into the pool. As time went on, I kept looking at other guy’s dicks, mostly in the locker room and I noticed a few other guys looking too. We dressed slower. Since we had lunch period after swimming, a few of us started eating together, though we never talked about anything other than school and girls. The coach whistled again the next week and there were seven with erections. He shook his head and said, “Keep your mind on the swimming, damn it.” I could see why she felt pretty today, her pussy was shaved clean as a whistle from top to bottom. He played with fire a bit too much. The woman began to speak again. That only goes to make it harder, so it Bondage gets rubbed more. I whimpered, my heart thundered in my chest. “You then roll it down over your, ah…dick.” I Slave had gotten to know all of them or at least I thought I had. Tammy starts shivering as her own orgasm hits her. I think they BDSM thought I would get grossed out because they were full of cum, fetish but I’ve seen– and done– just about everything, so it was no big deal. We lived only three quarters of a mile from the school and my boys always domination just walked home.