Humiliation in swim class pt 1

The humiliation begins

But the next gym class was only the next day. That morning in math Emily and Madison sat next to Chris.

"Hey Chris, looking forward to swim class later?" asked Madison with a smile?

Emily fluttered her eye lashes and said "you looked great in class yesterday by the way. really good technique. We were all watching". The girls giggled as Chris blushed. He now felt even more embarrassed.

The swim class came along and the warm-up was even more awkward for Chris than yesterday, as Emily and Madison made sure to stand next to him. "You have such good posture" said Emily with a giggle as they did shoulder stretches. Alex felt like a piece of meat in front of these girls. The girls felt confident, especially as they were allowed to cover up while the boys weren't.

"You three - less chat" said the coach, pointing at Chris and the girls. "You can coach today. Write an assessment of everyone's swimming technique while I supervise practice", he instructed as he handed them pen and paper. Emily and Madison were ecstatic at the prospect of spending the whole class with Chris. Chris was feeling extremely vulnerable.

Chris, Emily and Madison spent the next half hour sat on the bench by the pool watching the class, and Emily and Madison continued to taunt Chris who sat between them.

"Some of you guys seem really shy having to take your shirts off in front of us girls" Emily taunted. "Are you shy?".

Chris muttered an extremely unconvincing "no it's fine" as he tried to cover his chest with his hands. He felt extremely exposed sat there in some tiny shorts, with two relatively fully dressed girls who were clearly checking him out.

"There's no need to be shy, you have a great body." Emily said. "Alex does too, he's got more muscles than you", she added, and proceeded to give her opinion on every boy's body. But you're still our favourite" she said, while Madison agreed and put her hadn on Chris's shoulder. Emily laughed and brushed her hand across the hairs on his thigh.

That physical contact immediately started something stirring down below, and Chris started to get worried. Those shorts were very small, and even a semi would be quite visible if Chris had to stand up.

Emily started pulling at a couple of Chris's wisps of chest hair, remarking "you're actually pretty developed compared to the other guys, even if you're not the most muscly."

Chris was both hating and loving the attention. "Ok haha" he laughed as he reached across to his shoulder with one arm to cover his chest, and kept the other arm in his lap as he hunched over to hide the growing bulge in his shorts. His face had never been so red and he was feeling extremely exposed.

"Oh he's going shy again" said Emily, and she gently tickled him just under his arm.

"He liked that" said Madison, as Emily continued to tickle his bare chest and stroked his nipples, before reaching down to play with his happy trail. Then Madison let out a little yelp and said "oh my god Emily" as she looked down at the now full tent in Chris's shorts. Chris wanted to die, whilst Emily couldn't control her laughter. Emily and Madison were both also very horny, they were both wet and their nipples were hard, but of course no one could tell in their case.

The coach shouted "you three, concentrate". "Madison and Emily, keep writing up those assessments. Class get out the pool now, Chris is going to lead you in some stretches".

Chris froze with fear. He was shirtless, in tiny close fitting shorts, with a massive boner. He had no towel, no pockets to rearrange himself. And he had to stand up.

"come on!" the coach exclaimed as Chris just sat there. Madison and Emily were both also blushing now.

"I feel sick" Chris lied, but the coach just said that the class would be over soon and that he should get over there straight away. So Chris stood up, hands on his crotch in the vein hope that no one would see.

Everyone did. Half the class erupted in laughted, the other watched on in shock. Emily and Madison were also quite embarrassed now, though no where near as much as Chris of course. Chris was mortified. He sprinted out the pool to the locker room toilets, but it was too late. Everyone had seen.

To be continued...