The P.E. Club - Part 2

A couple of weeks after I’d started work at my new job as a PE Supervisor, Doc called me into her office to ask me if I’d be prepared to take on some additional work for the PE Club.

“I’ve seen how quickly you’ve settled in, Robert… you certainly get on extremely well with the boys… they really do look up to you. You know in my experience it’s not every nineteen year old who’d be as willing to set young boys such a fine example as you are doing,” Doc paused. I had no doubt she was referring to my voluntary celibacy and the removal of my modest tuft of pubic hair. I blushed as she continued, “At your interview I explained how one of your tasks here was to chaperone boys when they have to report for inspections and examinations… and that’s working really well…”

“Thank you, miss...er, Doc…” I replied as I stood before her dressed, as usual, in my embarrassingly brief supervisor’s uniform. I knew the head of my penis was visible, peeking out from the leg of my ultra short PE shorts, but there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. I’d tried my best to tuck my penis into the shorts, but because I’d agreed to obey the club rules and not masturbate, I was in a state of almost permanent semi-arousal due to my secret edging activities. To be perfectly honest I was on the verge of telling Doc how difficult it was for me to keep my pledge not to masturbate. Each night I’d lie in bed and my penis would be fully erect and twitching with anticipation of a vigorous wank. I knew it had escaped the confines of my pyjama bottoms because I could feel the exposed glans, freed by my foreskin which had retracted by itself I was so hard, rubbing against the cotton sheets of my bed. I knew that I dare not move my hands from where they lay on top of my candlewick bedspread for fear I would be tempted to masturbate. But it was agonising laying there thinking about my day’s activities just gone while I waited for mum to come upstairs and tuck me in for the night. Even though I was nineteen, mum always came into my bedroom to make sure I was in bed and to turn out the light. I’d been through a bit of a rebellious phase a couple of years ago, but now I found the ritual comforting particularly since I started work at the PE Club.

However before I could say anything to Doc, she carried on talking: “Good… and I’m pleased you’ve learnt how to give boys their pre-examination inspections… I know it’s fairly basic stuff which you’re well able to handle, but it does make a big difference and helps us run the club more efficiently…”

Feeling really proud of my contribution to the club, thoughts of saying anything about my struggle to follow the club rules regarding masturbation disappeared. Doc continued:

“Quite often we get calls from parents... mums mostly it has to be said, who want to get their sons enrolled on our Masturbation Intervention Programme. In a perfect world Coach or myself would visit the boy’s home and interview the boy and his mum prior to enrolment. This is so we can assess the boy’s needs which enables us to make sure he fits in and makes friends at the club. How would you like to help with this side of things?”

I was astonished that Doc thought I was responsible enough to carry out home visits and it must have shown. “If you think I’m ready for it… then, yes, I would like to help…”

“That’s settled, Robert. Coach with fill you in with more details of what’s involved, since she’s the one who usually undertakes these visits… and if there’s anything you’re not sure about, just ask.”

“Thank you, Doc…” I said.

“Now before you go, Robert I’d like you to tell me how you are getting along without the distraction of masturbation. I’ve noticed your penis in tumescence on occasion… perhaps we ought to take a look at it just to make sure you’re not being over-stimulated in any way…” It was as if Doc had been reading my thoughts. How could she talk as if my ‘penis in tumescence’ was no more than a minor irritation? I was still finding it hard to accept Doc and Coach being so open about ‘boy stuff’... particularly when they were talking about me!

“Er… it’s okay, Doc…. really it is… I’m fine,” I said. The last thing I wanted was for Doc to find out I’d been edging, because I was pretty sure she’d tell me to stop. Even though I was denied the pleasure of an orgasm, being able to have a good wank was still a big part of my young life.

“Are you sure, Robert,” Doc persisted, “When I removed your pubic hair the other day… which reminds me we must set up a rota to ensure you are kept nice and smooth… yes the other day as I manipulated your penis and scrotum you became fully erect very quickly… almost as if your penis had been sensitised in some way. Your foreskin was almost fully retracted, which showed just how fully aroused you were…”

“I’m Sorry, Doc,” was all I could think to say. I felt my penis pushing against my flimsy shorts as I recalled how Coach had come into the room while I was having my pubes removed, to discuss a couple of new boys. Coach read from her clipboard how the two boys were discovered masturbating one another. Doc had declared it to be a common method of boyhood masturbation as Coach described how one boy lay on his back on his bed while the second boy knelt down over the first boy and sat on his upper thighs facing him. The boys thus had full access to each other’s penis and mutual masturbation took place. “Semen was ejaculated over the first boy by both boys,” Coach read from her notes.

I had listened to Coach as she discussed the boys’ activities with Doc. Was it any wonder I had become so aroused as I lay on the bench was for Doc to finish dealing with my pubes? Unlike the first time she’d trimmed and snipped away at my hairs on the day of my interview, I hadn’t, on this occasion, masturbated to orgasm for over a week… and a week is a long time for the horny nineteen year old boy that I was.

“Well, keep an eye on it, Robert and tell me the minute you feel anything unusual happening to your penis,” Doc concluded.

I thanked Doc and was relieved she’d let the subject drop. As it was I couldn’t wait to get home and tell mum about being asked to carry out visits and assess boys for the PE Club. Of course I couldn’t explain to mum that boys were often referred to the PE Club because they were caught masturbating, but I knew she would be pleased I was considered grown-up enough to be sent on home visits. Although she’d never actually caught me masturbating, I was pretty sure that mum disapproved of boys indulging in penis-play. There had been a number of close calls and on one occasion I’d only just managed push my erect penis back into my pyjama bottoms when mum walked into my bedroom and very nearly caught me mid-wank. I was so flustered that I was certain she must have known I was up to no good when I was supposed to be catching up on some homework. Ever since then I been half expecting her to say something. I could almost hear her words because I knew exactly how she’d approach the subject if I gave her the slightest opportunity: “Yes, Robert,” she’d say, “that reminds me of the evening I came into your bedroom. You were sat at your desk and I couldn’t help noticing where your hands were…” she’d go on to remind me of the guilty look on my face and I would blush uncontrollably. “You were up to something, weren’t you, Robert? Something naughty… I think we both know what that was,” she’d say and without waiting for an answer she’d add, “You were playing with your penis, weren’t you, Robert. Masturbating… masturbating when you should have been doing your homework.” And I’d confess my guilt as mum told me off for being such a wicked boy and to never do it again.

That’s why I tried to avoid the subject from arising between me and mum.

As it turned out I didn’t have to wait very long before I was asked to do a home visit. Just over a week later I was sent to the home of twelve year old Ricky whose mum had been in touch with Coach. Ricky and his best friend Ryan had been caught masturbating together… again!

Ricky was out when I called. Mum took me straight up to her son’s bedroom. It was the typical disorderly bedroom of a twelve year old boy. What can be best described as ‘stuff’ was strewn about; bits of unfinished or broken models, comics, articles of clothing, parts of Ricky’s PE kit, etc, etc… Ricky’s bed was only part made, the sheets hastily thrown back over the bed. Mum was clearly at the end of her tether.

“I can’t have him masturbating whenever he feels like it,” she said, “Just look at this!”

Ricky’s mum pulled back the sheets to reveal obvious boy-cum stains. I bent down and touched them. They were still damp. I rubbed the tips of my fingers together and smelt them. Yes, no doubt about it, it was Ricky’s freshly wanked boy-cum alright.

“Looks like Ricky masturbated before school this morning, Mrs Livesey,” I said, “This is… yes, Ricky’s semen is still fresh…”

“He’s ruining my sheets… masturbating all the time… and it’s worse when he has Ryan over and the two of them masturbate together…”

“Yes, I can well imagine…”

I got down on my knees by the side of the little single divan boy’s bed. Gingerly I slipped my arm underneath the bed and ran my hand up and down the length of the bed until I felt something crumpled and damp. I pulled out a face-flannel that Ricky had obviously been using to clean up after cumming all over himself.

“I wondered what had happened to that face-cloth… see what I mean? This has got to stop…”

I assured Mrs Livesey that attendance at the boys’ PE Club would soon sort Ricky out and explained about the ‘Masturbation Intervention Programme’. At the same time I couldn’t help but notice just how much boy-cum Ricky was producing. Not bad for a twelve year old, I thought. Most boys of that age would be proud just to cum a teaspoon of clear immature spunk, yet here was Ricky producing copious quantities of boy-cum. I wondered if his friend Ryan was capable of the same. No doubt Doc would find out during the boys’ full-nude examination, at which I would of course have to be present in my role of chaperone.

“Has Ricky started to grow any pubic hair?” I asked.

“No… none at all,” mum replied, “and if it’s of any help, Ryan hasn’t either. They both look like sweet little innocent boys, even if they don’t act that way.”

“Ricky seems a bit young to produce such large amounts of semen. Doc told me that lots of boys don’t even experience their first ejaculation until they’re thirteen. I’m sure she’ll be most interested to examine Ricky when I give her my report.”

It was then I noticed a boy’s jockstrap hanging by one of its straps from a knob on the chest of draws. I unhooked the little jockstrap and held it up. By the way the elastic had been stretched I could see young twelve year old Ricky had been giving it a lot of wear. I noticed a discarded cardboard box lying on the floor of the bedroom. I picked it up. On one side of the box the words ‘MY FIRST JOCKSTRAP!!’ were printed in bright, lurid colours and underneath that were the words ‘Boy’s Trainer Jockstrap’. The writing on the box also stated the contents were suitable for ‘boys aged 11 & 12 years’. There was a picture of a boy, nude apart from a jockstrap, on the packaging. The boy model had a big smile on his face as he proudly posed for the camera. I turned the box to see another picture of the same boy, this time a close up photo of the jockstrap he was wearing. It was easy to see that it was a lightweight ‘trainer’ design which bore little resemblance to an official ‘Junior’ boy’s jockstrap, let alone a sturdy ‘Senior’ type. The main purpose of it was to enable young boys of Ricky’s age to get used to wearing a support pouch... whether one was needed or not! The light cotton pouch was barely an inch wide where it met the waistband, which itself was no more than half an inch in depth. When worn I guessed the little jockstrap would sit snugly on Ricky’s hips, giving him the feel of a ‘real’ jockstrap.

“Does Ricky wear this for PE lessons at school?” I asked.

“Oh no, boys aren’t allowed to wear them at school… but Ricky loves wearing his little jockstrap… he’s so proud of it… I suppose it makes him feel very grown up,” mum said, “His friend Ryan got one and Ricky nagged me to buy him one after Ryan let him try his one on… you know what boys are like… Ricky wouldn’t stop pestering me for a jockstrap until I took him to the boys’ outfitters and bought one for him.”

“Ryan brings his jockstrap with him when he comes round to play with Ricky,” mum continued, “The boys like to put their jockstraps on and play together… wrestling games mostly,” she added.

“Well it’s good to know the boys like wrestling… it’s a very healthy activity for boys. It’s one of the sports boys play at the club, but Ricky won’t be allowed to wear his jockstrap when he’s wrestling at the PE Club… not while he’s on probation and even after that it’s unlikely Ricky will be permitted to wear one at all at his age,” I said, “Unless there are exceptional circumstances, in which case Ricky would have to undergo a special examination by Doc who would make the final decision… and Doc doesn’t give her permission lightly.”

I had the necessary forms with me and soon had Ricky signed up for the PE Club. I went on to explain how extra income was generated to fund Club activities by allowing training and educational films to be produced using the Club’s facilities and that boys were often called upon to take part in order to demonstrate particular exercises and so forth. Ricky’s mum didn’t bat an eyelid and signed the waiver form.

I came away with the view that while Ricky’s mum was a strict woman, she had allowed him to masturbate and now deeply regretted her decision. I was to find this a common story in which mums, having caught their sons masturbating, decide to turn a blind eye to this activity, or, worse still, through a misplaced belief in the boy’s ‘right’ to self-expression, allow the boy to masturbate with little or no control of his behaviour. It made me more convinced than ever the strict ethos of the boys’ PE Club was in every aspect correct.

Although it was a straightforward case of persistent boy masturbation, I decided to investigate further. I spoke to Ricky’s PE teacher to find out if there was any record of misbehaviour with other boys during school showers. He rolled his eyes and told me that Ricky, Ryan and another boy, Adam, had been caught by the school’s surveillance cameras masturbating in the school showers on a number of occasions.

“Don’t the boys realise they’re being monitored?” I asked.

“The cameras are there purely for the boys’ safety and security... the school board decided that boys should not be informed of the positioning of the cameras because they felt boys would only show off  and ‘play the goat’ if they knew they were being monitored…” he replied.

“... and masturbation, whether singly or by a group of boys, is not considered to be a security issue…” I observed.

He nodded: “Precisely…”

“Would you like to view the ‘evidence’?” he asked.

“Yes, I suppose I’d better had,” I sighed.

I’m not sure what I was expecting… not much… perhaps some blurred footage of boys just about identifiable through the humid atmosphere of the school showers, but I certainly wasn’t expecting the pin-sharp high-definition images that I saw.

“There’s Adam now…” the PE teacher pointed out a tousled-haired fully nude boy as he walked away from the surveillance camera and into the communal shower area. Adam turned and I was stunned to see that he was already holding his hairless penis and obviously eager to masturbate. Adam had a very large, well-developed penis, which he held at its base. He waggled it naughtily at the boys following him. The big penis flopped about and when Adam took his hand away, the penis was seen to be partially aroused.

“Is Adam the ringleader?” I asked.

The PE teacher nodded just as Ricky and Ryan entered the picture. The three boys had clearly agreed to masturbate together and they started to feel each other’s penis and indulge in horseplay oblivious to the other boys around them. Ricky and Ryan were keen to play with Adam’s penis, just as Adam was eager to feel theirs. It wasn’t long before all three boys were fully erect and ready to begin masturbating in earnest. There were other boys showering who watched the games Adam, Ryan and Ricky were playing and one or two could been seen to be unselfconsciously stroking themselves as they showered.

“The three of them are clearly having a disruptive influence on the other boys,” I observed.

“Yes, that’s the problem with boys… once you get a group of them like Adam, Ricky and Ryan playing masturbation games in school showers, it’s not long before other boys want to join in…”

“I see… but what about increased shower supervision… surely that would help keep unauthorised masturbation under control?”

“I don’t have much time for shower supervision…” he said as he turned away from the security monitor and gestured towards the piles of papers on his desk, “As you can see there’s always a mountain of paperwork to be completed… you wouldn’t believe all the forms we have to fill in… Risk Assessments, Health and Safety… completely over the top, but it has to be done I’m afraid… So the boys are left to their own devices… or should I say ‘vices’... I used to have an assistant who would carry out shower supervision duties, but budgetary cutbacks meant that I lost the funding…”

“Well, you had the funding for a state-of-the-art surveillance cameras…”

“Different budget… same old story, no money for what we need, but shed-loads for what we don’t…”

The PE teacher sighed as he leafed through the stack of papers. As he got to grips with some of the more pressing forms I continued to watch what was happening on the monitor screen. The surveillance recording showed Adam and Ricky about to shoot boy-cum at each other. Ryan had slowed down his wank so that he could watch his friends as they masturbated to their climax. Adam and Ricky pushed their hips towards each other and within the next few seconds both boys squirted powerful jets of boy-cum at each other. The crystal-clear images showed the glistening boy-com slithering down the boys’ chests… I could even see the Adam had managed to squirt some of his boy-cum right up onto Ricky’s chin and I watched as it formed a string of boy-goo that swung from his lower jaw. Then Ryan teased both his friends by pointing his penis towards Adam, but at the last minute turning and firing his own jet of boy-cum at Ricky. Ricky was taken by complete surprise. He was bending forward to rub some of Adam’s boy-cum from his tummy just as Ryan scored a direct hit square on top of Ricky’s head! It looked as though Ricky had put a big dollop of gel in his hair. The boys in the shower watching thought this was hugely funny and even Ricky himself managed to smile.

“What a mess…!” I said, “Well Ricky’s going to be in for a bit of a surprise when he joins the PE Club… that’s a fact.”

The PE teacher looked up from what he was doing: “I do hope so…” he said before lowering his head again and muttering, “These boys are incorrigible…”

“Well, let’s hope we can train them to show a little more self-discipline at the PE Club…” I said as I reached out to stop the playback, “I think I’ve seen enough to be going on with…”

“Are you thinking of signing up Adam and Ryan for masturbation training as well?” the PE teacher asked matter-of-factly.

I turned towards his desk and replied, “It would seem the sensible thing to do…”

“When then I’d better make sure you have full access to the surveillance recordings in future… It’ll help you to keep an eye on the boys to make sure they’re following the Club Rules…”

My throat went dry at the thought of being able to monitor the energetic boys in the school showers, but I told myself it was all part of my new job.

“Thanks… yes, that would be very useful,” I said.