Vignettes of Californium, Part V -- The High School Swim Class

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The following takes place five years after the events of parts I-- III.

John Ellis, Phys Ed teacher at Fairmont High School, was getting ready to teach his third-period swim class. He approached the doors to the locker rooms. The one to the left bore a prominent sign saying GIRLS. He turned away from it, to the unsigned door on the other side. At one time it had an equally prominent sign on it saying BOYS, but that had been wrenched off. He pushed the door open and entered.

Although it was close to time for class to begin, the locker area was empty. Only the shower area was in use. In winter the lockers would be used, but at that time of year, in the mild weather of the metro area of San Sebastian, Californium, there were no clothes for the boys to change out of.

John headed into the office area. He just needed to be there for a few minutes, to take care of one of the burdens of being faculty, paperwork.

When that was done, he went down to the far end of the room, where he could see some of the showers in use, presumably students from third period outdoor class finishing up. Two fully dressed girls were walking by, and he saw a couple more in the showers in bathing suits assisting boys. He went down a flight of stairs, and through the door marked POOL. Most of the students in the class had already arrived and were waiting in the gathering area at the end near the girls’ locker room. And most were already paired up with their partner, each boy with a girl, and engaged in various conversations. More students were filing in.

About a minute later, a woman in perhaps her late twenties came out of the girls’ locker room and walked over to John. Like all of the girls, she was wearing a high-necked one-piece suit, and like about half of them it was a racing-type suit that extended down to just above the knees. A whistle hung around her neck. He didn’t recognize her.

“Is Vicki out today?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “My name is Daniela Gomes. This is my first time substituting here, but I’ve taught swim classes at Rutherford High on a number of occasions.” She held out her hand, but her eyes were not on his face -- for like all of the boys in the class, John Ellis was naked. Instead, they focused up and down before settling on his penis.

At one time, that would have embarrassed him, but he was long over that now. Truth be told, now he felt a pang of disappointment if a woman he was meeting for the first time, or just about, didn’t look him over like that. Especially if, like this one, she was pretty. It led to him asking himself “Is there something wrong with me?” It was also, he thought to himself, a big reason why he had to agree that CFNM was “right”. He could not imagine any woman standing for being eyed like that. Not even a date. In fact, one woman he had dated many years before had told him “Hey, my eyes are up here!”

Plus, he had to admit to himself, he found it pleasurable when women gazed appreciably at his naked body.

“You have a nice body,” she said. He smiled. Another reason right there. Even before the “CFNM revolution”, for a man to say that sort of thing to a woman would be looked down on or even get him in trouble. Whereas, a woman could even say “You have a nice penis” to a man, and there would be no problem. “How about if you turn once all the way around?” she continued. When he was facing her again, she had a smile on her face. “M-m-m-m, yes, very nice.” Her eyes resumed looking at his penis. John was imagining all of the different ways that he could have gotten in trouble during that whole exchange if he had said everything to her that she had just said to him.



John’s mind went to thinking about how it had all come about.

His first two years as a teacher there were nothing really different from what he had experienced before. Things first started to change, he thought, during summer vacation five years previously. He first saw a news story about a surprising increase in male nudity, and while it reported as mostly taking place in private, at home, there were reports of men (and boys) being naked on the beach.

As the summer progressed, he saw a few himself. Then he took a trip to the beach, and what he encountered really made his eyes open wide: at least a dozen males naked, and others wearing significantly smaller suits than he recalled ordinarily seeing.

The first swim class of that school year provided more surprise: four boys showed up naked, and several others in very small speedo-type suits.

As the school year progressed, more and more boys showed up to swim class in one of those two options. By midyear, not many were still wearing trunks.

One evening, his apartment-mate, Eric, brought home a relatively new girlfriend, Sarah. John didn’t think much of it until when he had come out of the shower and was still naked, the bathroom door opened and Sarah was standing there. Seeing him give a start, she exclaimed “Oh, sorry, I guess you’re not converted yet.”

He had no idea what that meant. What conversion? And why “not yet”? But in answer to his inquiry, she said she’d let Eric explain it and closed the door.

He got another surprise to find Eric walking around naked. And that was when he first heard the term “CFNM”.

Not long afterward, he began frequently joining Eric in going around naked in the apartment. Sarah remained fully clothed.

At swim class, he switched to a speedo suit as well, and while more and more boys showed up naked he continued to wear a suit for the sake of those still wearing one. But on opening day of swim class the following school year, he found not a single boy in his first class still wearing a suit. “I will join you!” he said, and pulled his own suit down. It was the same in his second class group. He hadn’t worn a swimsuit since.

About a month into that school year’s swim classes, the girls started to appear around the poolside. At first, it was only occasional, and they were just passing through, usually one at a time. But as time passed, they became more and more frequent, often in groups, and they began to remain and watch for several minutes at a time. None of the boys showed much of any reaction to this development.

One day before the start of the final quarter of the school year, he was called into the principal’s office. When he arrived, he found Vicki, the girls’ swim class instructor, there also.

“It has been proposed to me,” the principal stated, “that the boys’ and girls’ swim classes be merged. Next year or maybe even next quarter. Shift the schedule around so that the boys’ and girls’ swim classes are in the same period. What do you think?”

“From what I have been hearing,” Vicki said, “the girls would be all in favor of it. What about the boys?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll ask them and see,” John replied.

Despite the boys’ seeming unconcern with girls showing up during their classes, John was still surprised to discover that when he asked who would like to see swim class become coed, nearly every boy raised his hand.

“With you all naked?” he asked them.

“Of course,” one of them replied. “We’ve all grown used to it. Here and elsewhere. Haven’t you?”

It was the strangest feeling of his life that first time he walked out to the pool naked during swim class time to find Vicki there, along with many girls, all wearing one-piece swimsuits while all of the boys were naked as well. It was the first time he had had a woman look his naked body over up and down out in public.

Three years had passed since then. During that time, Vicki’s and the girls’ suits had grown to provide even more coverage of their bodies, while the display of male genitals had become more and more explicit. Sometimes he had to struggle to keep from erecting in class – not always entirely successfully. But going to those swim classes and being naked with all of the boys in front of Vicki and all of the girls in their modest suits was now something he looked forward to.



Meanwhile, Sofia Townsend came into the pool area. She was one of the girls whose suit extended to knee length. A minute later, Daniel Langford did too. Like the other males, he was naked. Seeing Sofia, his partner, he went over to her. “Hi, Sofia”, he said, looking at her face. She greeted him back, smiled, and took his hand, but her eyes too were directed at his genitals.

The class began with a brief period of stretching followed by a few minutes of calisthenics. The students lined up in two rows facing each other, one partner in each row so that each boy was directly across from a girl. The first exercise was push-ups, with the girls having the option to do “girl push-ups” ; many did so in order to better be able to focus their attention on the boys' penises visibly hanging from their bodies each time they raised or lowered themselves. Then came a toe-touch; the students extended their arms, then touched right fingertips down to left toes, then left to right, in series. Lastly came the one that always held the girls’ attention: jumping jacks. While their suits held breasts in place, boys had nothing to keep their penises from swinging wildly about in all directions, or as they erected from swinging wildly up and down to smack their stomachs and back downwards. The sight of a line of flailing penises -- including John's -- never failed to transfix the girls, including Sofia.

After that, it was time to get into the pool. Once in, each pair got back together.

“OK, class, today we are going to work on our backstroke,” said John. “For the start, we’ll be working on form.” First, he demonstrated the proper arm motion while standing in the water, then put that together with the leg motion. “We’ll start just by trying the arm motion for several cycles while standing up.” While the students did that, the two teachers went around making some corrections to individuals’ arms. “Now,” he resumed, “let’s have the girl in each pair try it on her back while her partner supports her with his hands. Mrs. Gomes and I will demonstrate.” As Daniela went through the motion, John continued “OK, one of my hands is supporting her upper back and the other at the very lower end of her back…now, let’s have the girls try it.” While Sofia raised her body up in the water and proceeded, Danny’s hands underneath her both transmitted to him the feeling of the spandex of her suit, as it covered her back side from neck almost to her knees.

After a couple of minutes, John cried out “OK, now it’s the boys’ turn, so switch places!” After a moment, he added “Girls, you may find it easier to hold your partner up if you move your lower hand down a little, so it’s under his butt rather than his lower back.” In contrast to Danny’s, Sofia’s hands were in direct contact with bare skin. Her lower hand duly slid downward to hold his bare butt. This was partially a reflection of one of the many mostly unofficial but widely understood double-standard rules that had sprouted up like mushrooms following the “CFNM Revolution” – it was OK for girls to touch boys on any part of their body, but boys should not be touching girls’ butts, breasts, etc. even through their clothing. The feel of girls’ hands holding their bare buttocks caused most of the boys to begin to erect, their penises sticking straight up out of the water. That Danny’s did not initially do so filled him much more with disappointment than embarrassment as it became almost a feeling of competition of which boy could erect the furthest out of the water. Finally, to his relief, his began to stick up out of the water too.

“OK, now let’s try to swim down across the pool! Girls first again.” The girls let go and the boys stood up again, bringing the penis display to a temporary end except insofar as they could be discerned through the water. But swimming the backstroke would keep them on display for the remainder of the class.

When the class came to an end, the boys toweled their bodies dry, then exited to their next class, while the girls headed to their locker room to change back into their regular clothes. As for John, he in addition to phys ed he also taught a couple of English classes; he had one of those to teach next, so he too toweled off and exited the pool area. He, like all of the boys, would be naked in that class too.