Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 07:28:17 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 2

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Chapter Two; The P.E. Classes

Matt's Story

After my interesting Period 1, Periods 2 and 3 are tame by
comparison. Period 2 was another 8th grade English class and Period 3 was a
7th grade English class. I notice that there is a Marco Palatzo in the 7th
grade class. He has to be Tony's little brother, Palatzo isn't a real
common last name. As I survey the classroom with the aid of the seating
chart, I am trying to associate the names and seats. When my eyes land on
Marco Palatzo he beams a smile at me. What a little cutie he is. He also
has that glow about him of a kid that is happy all the time and is
infectious with it; one of those persons that other people just like to be
around. I smile back and nod a little acknowledgement. He squirms a little
and seems delighted that I acknowledged him.

Ginny and I went into the teacher's cafeteria to meet Kyle Bunch, the
P.E. teacher whose aide I would be for the after lunch periods 4 & 5 and
then 6th period, the athletic period, would be my prep. Ginny had told me a
little about Kyle. She said he was a pretty good guy, he has been here
three years, just out of college in Colorado, but didn't really want to be
at the Jr. High level and that I could expect to do a lot of his grunt
jobs. He was coaching Cross Country and Track at East High School next door
to us and he was just biding his time until a job opened up there.

He was sitting down reading the sports page of the Rocky Mountain News when
we walked in. As he stood to shake my hand I looked him over. He was a good
bit taller than me, he was at least 6'0" maybe 6' 1", but he had to weigh
25 pounds less than me. He had that lean, almost gaunt look of a long
distance runner.

"Matt, great to meet you", he said extending his hand, "Ginny has told me
so much about you. I know the boys are going to be thrilled to have a
sports star helping them out."

"Oh I was hardly a star sir, I just did my part" I said turning a light
red. I am embarrassed when praised. Not sure why, I just am.

"Nonsense! You were a three time state placer in wresting and all-state at
linebacker as a senior. That qualifies as a star in these parts. And
crimmeny, don't call me sir; it makes me feel 20 years older. Kyle will do
just fine."

Ginny said, "Well I will let you guys get to work and I have to go prep for
my next class".

"Thanks for this morning Ginny, it was great. This is going to be a great
semester."

Kyle and I walked down to boy's locker room as he explained what I would be
doing to assist him. It seems he insisted that every boy shower after
P.E. class. Kyle thought it was important that they get over their shyness
early and practice good hygiene. To accomplish this he had a rule that no
one could get out of the showers until every boy in the locker room was in
the showers. He said that the first couple of days a few boys tried to
avoid getting undressed and into the showers, but that peer pressure on
them to get in so the rest could get out resolved the problem quickly. My
job would be to supervise and enforce the rule while Kyle took care of the
other duties he had neglected by having to babysit the boys while they
showered. I was also going to be responsible for preparing lessons plans
for several weeks. I was actually OK with that since I had definite ideas
on how P.E. could be taught better and be made more fun. He also explained
that since there were no male Health teachers at the school that he would
be teaching the one week course on sex education for the 7th, 8th and 9th
grade boys during P.E. One of the female Health teachers would take the
girls.

Period 4 was the 8th grade and they were in a co-ed class jointly taught by
Kyle and Jill Lucero. The next four weeks was going to be Country dancing,
both partner and line dancing. Winters are very cold in the high plains of
Wyoming and there are limited options for indoor P.E. classes and even more
limited options when you want to do a co-ed unit. I wonder if the boys will
like the dancing any better I did when I was in junior high. I liked the
line dancing part, but the partner dancing threw me off a little. When you
are 13 and 14 you are told to keep your hands off the girls then they put
you in a class where they make you put your hands on them and hold them
real close and it just feels weird, but kinda nice, but still weird.

Kyle and I are in the coach's office as the boys start to undress and get
into their gym clothes. I see several of the boys from my English class in
this class too. Kyle does a quick survey and decides no one is dilly
dallying too long, but wants me to go out and hustle them up anyway. The
standard P.E. uniform is blue shorts, white socks, a grey t-shirt with
their name on it and a jock strap. The jock strap part surprised me since
we didn't have to wear them when I was in junior high or even high school,
but Kyle explained that with co-ed classes before he mandated that guys
wear jocks some guys who wore boxers had their "stuff' seen at different
times and it just wasn't appropriate and it had led to problems. I sure
couldn't argue. I had seen guys hanging out of their boxers more than once
during stretching or exercising when I was in P.E. Still, it was odd seeing
guys this age in jocks and yet it was also kind of fascinating, funny and
maybe even erotic though I think of myself as pretty straight, I've fallen
off the wagon more than once. I have seen porn before with big muscle guys
in jocks and it did nothing for me, but these guys were something
different.

I got the last guys out of the locker room and Jill starts the class easy
with the line dance steps and with boys and girls in different
groups. Rachel and Barbara are in the first group. All the girls get the
steps right away, it is the Cotton Eyed Joe and they learn the first
half. Rachel is good, but Barbara is great. I bet she is a cheerleader. She
smiles as she dances, swings and sways in all the right places. I bet half
the boys are chubbed up right now, maybe more than half.

The boys step on the floor for their first shot at it. Blake, Tony and Tom
are all in the next group and it is either low comedy or high drama, but
for guys I suspect are pretty good athletes they don't seem to be getting
it. Maybe they aren't trying to get it? Maybe they don't think dancing is
cool or maybe it is the dreaded "g" word, "gay", they think dancing is
"gay", even this time honored Western dancing. Jill is trying to motivate
the guys, but they are lukewarm. I jump in between Tony and Blake and say
"Guys, it is simple; it is just like learning a play in
football. Watch. Hit the music Mrs. Lucero."

As the strains of Cotton Eyed Joe belt out, I execute the steps perfectly
and enthusiastically and I talk Blake and Tony through them. The more Blake
and Tony get into it, the more the rest of the guys fall in line too and
actually appear to like it. Jill sees her opportunity and has the girls
jump in between the guys to help them get the steps and teach the rest of
the dance. Rachel is working with Blake and Barbara is working her magic on
poor Tony. His eyes are transfixed on her body and his form goes to hell,
so I step up next to him and help him refocus. By the end of class everyone
has learned the dance well enough to take to a date to a dance anyplace in
Wyoming and fool a few folks. The boys are breathing hard and have worked
up a good sweat in their gym clothes. They head off to the boys locker room
to shower and get off to their next class. Kyle asks me to go supervise the
shower part while he gets the wrestling room ready for the next class of
7th graders.

I don't know quite where to stand to make sure everyone gets into the
showers and I am also slightly uncomfortable since I am about to be in a
room of 40 naked boys. Like I said, I have always considered myself
straight despite my affair with Justin from our freshman year in high
school on. He was really the only guy I ever had sex with except for two
vacations, one in Colorado and one in Walt Disney World where I hooked up
with guys. I wrote those off to horniness and availability. Justin I
actually did love, he was my best friend, but I figured that was just a
phase or a friendship thing or something, certainly not gay. Other than
that I've had sex and plenty of it with girls and especially since I
started at the University, but lately there have been some younger guys on
campus I have noticed that are pretty hot, including a couple of pledges in
the fraternity house and a few guys in the Corbett gym. One of the guys at
Corbett, I would almost say I have been flirting with him, looks young, not
much older than the age of these kids which would mean he is probably a
teacher's son. I even had a couple of dreams about him; those kind of
dreams, the ones where you need to change your boxers afterward. I don't
quite get these feelings, but this is going to be an interesting
experience.

I stand in the middle of the room and glance around at the young men as
they peel out of the sweaty clothes; so far so good, some are grabbing
their towels and heading for the showers and the rest are in various states
of undress, some slower than others.

"Let's go fellas, Coach says he wants everyone in the showers before anyone
can get out." I yell, trying to deepen my voice a little and sound
coach-like.

Blake, Tony and Tom seem to be taking their time; shirts, shoes and socks
are off, but they are just standing laughing and talking right now. It
gives me a chance to study them a bit, all three are well built for young
guys. Tony is about 5'6, 125 pounds I'd guess, dark hair, dark eyes and a
very swarthy complexion that attested to his Italian heritage. He had a
well developed chest and arms. I guess he worked out to get to where he
was. Blake was 5'6 too, but slighter, maybe 113 pounds with brown hair,
blue eyes and a fair complexion that suggested a British lineage. His chest
and arms were not as ripped as Tony's, but you could see he was an
athlete. Tom was the smallest, 5'5, 105 pounds I'd guess, reddish blonde
hair, hazel eyes and nowhere near as developed as Blake or Tony, but
knowing Tim, I know that Tom will grow and develop more.

"Let's go boys, you can chat in the shower." I said trying to hustle them
up.

"Oh my gosh Mr. Kendrick, did you see Tony with Barbara! I thought his eyes
were going to pop out of his head." Blake said excitedly.

"I thought his bone was going to pop out!" Tom chimed in.

Tony turned scarlet and stammered, "Did you see her tits flopping all over
the place?"

"Tony, gentlemen don't use words like "tits" when describing young ladies."
Was my admonishment, "but whatever, you guys need to get into the shower so
the rest can get out."

"Yes sir" all three replied and down came the shorts and jocks. Oh damn,
Tony has a freaking huge cock, it must be at least 6 inches soft and pretty
thick looking, but just a small patch of black hair. Freaking
amazing. Blake's cock is more what you expect on a guy his age, 3 inches
soft, but he has more hair than Tony. Tom's cock is actually pretty good
sized too, 4 inches soft, but very slender looking and almost no hair above
it. They all grabbed their towels and headed into the showers. Three great
butts too. Very nice butts actually.

Two last kids scampered in the showers and one of the boys already in
asked, "Can we get out now Mr. Kendrick?"

"Yup, go ahead, hustle up and dry off and git to class."

Tony, Blake and Tom are back at their lockers drying off. I am kind of
watching them, but not necessarily consciously, suddenly the naked Blake
looks up at me and catches me staring this time. I blush and he blushes,
but neither of us looks away right away. A kid on my right asks me a
question about my wrestling and the moment with Blake is broken as I turn
and respond to him. When I look back, Blake has his boxers on and his
Wrangler jeans are going up too. Oh well, plenty of time in the semester if
I want to look again.

The bell rings and out goes Period 4 and in flows Period 5, the 7th grade
class. Cute little Marco is in this class and he brushes past me, flashes
me that big smile of his and says, "Hi again Mr. Kendrick."

"Hi Marco, have a nice lunch?" I ask as I smile back.

"Yes sir" and off he goes to change.

The 7th grade boys are in a wrestling unit and Kyle wants me to teach a
couple of moves today. As they get dressed I send them down to the mat room
where Kyle is waiting for them. There are a few stragglers, but I need to
change too so I step in the coach's office and quickly strip off my shirt,
jeans and boxers. I am naked as a jay bird except for my socks. I am
looking through my gym bag for my jockey shorts when I sense a
presence. "Oh hi Marco, what can I do for you." I ask smiling.

"Wow you are really in good shape," is all he can say.

"Thanks" I reply smiling, enjoying this moment. "Was there something you
needed?"

"Oh yeah, I was wondering if I could wrestle in my socks today, I left my
wrestling boots at home today."

"Sure no problem. Hold on a sec and I'll walk down with you." I find my
jockeys, pull them on, whip on my shorts and shirt and slip into my
wrestling boots without tying them.

"Are you enjoying wrestling Marco?"

"Yeah, a lot, I wrestled for the Cheyenne Wrestling Club last year so this
has been cool learning more at school."

We enter the wrestling room and Kyle has all the boys stretching already.

"Circle up," Kyle yells.

The 30 or so boys form a large circle with Kyle at the center.

"Some of you boys have already met Mr. Kendrick and many of you wrestlers
already know of him because he was a state placer three years in a row and
a state champion as a senior. We are really lucky to have him with us this
semester so please give him your rapt attention."

I move to the center and begin my talk. I am really comfortable with
this. I used to teach the underclassmen at Sheridan High, all the older
guys did and I also helped with the Sheridan Wrestling Club.

"Guys, one of the biggest misconceptions about wrestling is that champions
and winners are guys who know lots and lots of moves. The truth is that
champions and winners are guys who know one move really, really well. I am
going to show you one move today, but in that "one" move (I make the
quotation sign with my fingers) I'll show you fours ways to set it up, four
ways to execute it and four ways to finish it and we'll do it from each
side, if you are paying attention that is 128 moves from "one" move, the
single leg. And over the next few sessions we'll work to prefect each of
them. Questions? Never be afraid to ask me a question, there is no such
thing as a stupid question."

"Ok good, first I need a partner, Marco, would you help me?"

Marco jumps up and is grinning ear to ear. I tell him to get in a stance. I
lock my right hand behind his head and I grab his left bicep with my left
hand. We are head to head and I have my forehead buried on his shaggy brown
hair.

"When I move to my right and pull on Marco he thinks I am trying to attack
his left leg and maybe I am, but when I step extra hard, see his right leg
pop forward? I pop the elbow up, drop underneath and snatch the right heel
with my right hand and my left hand goes just behind and above the
knee. Pair up and work that to each side three times each. This is the
set-up. I'll come around to check on you. Go"

I walk around and see how guys are doing. Some get it, some don't, but they
all will get it eventually because we will drill on it and repeating is
learning.

"OK, back to the circle. The most common error I saw was people with their
heads to the outside. In a single leg your head always, always, always goes
inside. Marco, shoot the single leg on me and keep your head to the
outside."

As Marco shoots with his head to the outside, I cross face him, pancake my
leg and sag my hip which stops his momentum and puts him flat on his
back. We stand back up and I shoot on Marco and talk my way through it with
the class.

"You can see I have my ear dug into Marco's thigh. If I hold with his leg
with my left arm, pull the heel with my right and pressure my head into his
thigh, POP he hits his butt defenseless. A smart wrestler will give up the
takedown at this point, turn away and flatten out. If Marco tries to fight
here ('wrap around my body' I tell Marco and he locks tight around my
torso) I continue to elevate the leg which drives him to his back. My head
goes higher into his body and finally I switch out to the over under on his
torso."

I bring Marco back to standing, lift his shorts a little on his right leg
and draw a circle on his thigh with my finger and tell the class that is
where they want their ear for maximum leverage. But as I lift his shorts
opening, and draw on his leg I can't help but notice how smooth his leg is
and the raised short gives me a perfect view into shorts and his cock and
balls being held in place by the jock, but with 30 sets of eyes on me I
can't stop to study it. I put my ear on Marco's thigh (damn is it nice,
smooth and warm) and show what would happen if I was too low or too high,
in both cases you lose ultimate leverage. When I am too high, my forehead
is a bare four inches from Marco's dick. I have to refocus on what I am
doing with teaching or I'll just fall apart. I think Marco is a little
effected too because it looks like his shorts, despite the jock, are
tenting ever so slightly.

"The finish we are going to use from this position is called the 'curtsey'
because it is the kind of a bow you might make to the Queen of England. You
don't want to stay on your knees in the single, get off the mat as quickly
as you can, but maintain your arm and head position. Now that you have him
up on one leg, backstep with your left leg and bend forward slightly as if
you are bowing to the Queen and BANG he hits the mat. Get your partner and
go three times on each side."

Too quickly the time is up, but this has been the best part of the day. I
am really in my element teaching wrestling. I send the boys back to the
locker room to shower and change, Kyle comes over and he is gushing, "That
is amazing Matt, you really know this well, I could never have done that as
well!"

I blush and murmur, "thanks."

Marco is walking down the hall next to me and I wrap my arm around his
shoulder and pull him in to me,

"Thanks for being my dummy today."

"No sweat, I'll be your dummy anytime," he says. Is that grin devilish?

As all the boys undress and make their way into the showers, I can't help
searching out Marco. I am curious on so many levels. I am dying to see what
my face was so close to. Will he be hung like Tony? There he is over there,
chatting, smiling away, dimples to die for and only in a jock right now. He
looks my way, sees me looking and without missing a beat or stopping his
conversation he drops his jock while holding my eyes. He has a very nice
cock, nowhere near as long as Tony's or as thick and even fewer pubes, but
lovely in its own right. Marco is probably 5'2, 101 pounds with the same
dark looks Tony has, but his smile really softens everything about him. I
nod a little and motion with both hands like, 'get into the shower
already'. Marco nods back and turns to show me the cutest little buns ever
as he heads into the shower. This could be a really long semester.


Blake's Story

Well I have a chance to redeem myself with Matt now. He caught me doing
something stupid today, but English class isn't my thing, I know I am a
really good athlete and I really like P.E. so I will be better here. I
really want him to like me, because I really want to be his friend.

Oh gawd, we are dancing, how gay is this. The girls did it well, of course
they did, they like it. Well, we'll show Miss Lucero how little we care
about this. Haha, Tony is really fucking up, that is....what? Matt jumped
in between us. He knows this dance, and damn he is good, he looks like he
is having fun too. Shit, he looks kind hot too, ummm not that I think he
looks hot, but I can see where a girl would think he looks hot doing
that. So maybe if Matt likes it, it isn't all that bad. Hunh, this is cool
kind of I guess, I'm actually having fun dancing.

I can't believe how sweaty I am, it will feel good to get this all off and
get into the showers. Damn Tony was funny with Barb....  Oh crap, Matt is
staring at me like I was at him today, looks like he is blushing, I guess I
am too, oh well I might as well straighten up and be sure he gets a good
view.


Marco's Story

I can't believe how hot Matt Kendrick is now. I remember seeing him at
state a few years ago, he was cute, but now he is just smokin'. I am sure
he'd never be attracted to a kid like me, but a guy can dream.

Oh shit, he is bare assed naked in the coach's office, I need to get a
closer look at this. Damn is he solid. I just want to tear off my clothes,
close the door of the coach's office and jump him right there.

End of Chapter Two