Swim Meet

[Buckaroo]

She looked at me and said, “you missed the diving lesson that Tina gave, make sure you watch closely when the first team dives.”

I replied, “okay, I’ve been practicing diving for over a year.”

She looked down at my towel and said, “let’s see your uniform.”

With everyone else behind me, I glanced around to make sure no one would see as I opened my towel so she could see my swimsuit.

She squinted her eyes and loudly said, “do you think that is funny? Are you trying to play a prank on me? This is not funny!”

I stared back in a surprised look, and all I got out of my mouth between her yelling was a mumbled, “no.”

She continued yelling, “I’m getting sick and tired of these pranks. You think you’re funny? Fine! Go to the bench, you are number six position.”

I glanced down and realized she was looking at the bulge in front and she may have not noticed my left side. I glanced at my left side and realized I hadn’t spread the towel wide enough for her to see my side that well. I looked back up towards her and before I could say anything she yelled, “Go on, get over to your bench . . . wait, give me your towel.”

Before I could object, she reached down and grabbed my towel and yanked it out of my hand and from around my body, and said, “you keep these pranks up and you’ll end up bare.”

I stood there frozen for almost 5 seconds almost in shock, before she yelled, “go on.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I turned and walked towards the end of the pool where the benches were located and all the swimmers were sitting on. The dive mounts were located about 10 feet in front of the benches. There was one 4-foot-wide bench behind each dive mount.

As I slowly walked, I was thinking, prank? What did she mean by prank. Why is she so mad? What did I do? Oh crap, what am I going to do? They are going to see part of my penis on my left side.

As I was walking towards the benches, she yelled to the swimmers, “okay, group one, get on your designated mount in front of you.”

With half the swimmers moving towards the diving mounts, I walked behind the benches and with all the commotion of some of the swimmers getting up onto their mounts, I avoided any attention as I walked to the bench behind number 6 mount which was on the left side. As I got to the bench, I decided not to sit down and instead lean against a post next to the bench.

The coach walked over to the right side of the pool near the benches.

The six swimmers climbed up onto their mounts and got into position by positioning their right foot on the front edge of the mount, their left foot near the back of the mount, and leaned forward, bending over grabbing the front edge of the mount with their hands.

After a few seconds, she then yelled, “take your marks.” All the swimmers leaned back slightly in anticipation of her blowing her whistle.

Approx. three seconds later she blew her whistle and the swimmers dived off their mount into the water and swam to the end.

Meanwhile Tina the assistant coach was in the unused two left-hand lanes giving one on one training to one of the swimmers from my group in swimming and doing the flip turn at the end. Until we are trained in flip turn, we will only be swimming down to the opposite end and getting out of the pool.

As group one got to the end, they moved towards the right side of the pool dunking under the ropes until they got to the ladder and climbed up out of the water and walked back to the benches.

Coach Johnson, yelled, “okay, group two, get on your designated mount.”

Since one swimmer was in the water with the assistant coach over in the far-left lanes, the five of us walked to and climbed up onto our mounts.

[Buckaroo]

I climbed up onto my diving mount, positioned my right foot on the front edge of the mount, my left foot near the back of the mount, and leaned forward. As I was bending forward and as I grabbed the front edge of the mount, all of a sudden, unexpectedly, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and flopped completely out of my swimsuit slapping against my right leg. It was unexpected so it took a couple seconds for me to realize that my penis was completely hanging exposed on my left side. As I heard the coach yell, “take your marks,” is approx. when I realized my penis was out and I thought to myself, oh shit. For a couple seconds, I wasn’t sure what to do, but it occurred to me about the same time I heard the whistle, I could just dive into the water and fix it at the other end.

As I dived off the diving board into the water, I believe I heard a sound like a gasp coming from my left side. The force of jumping forward, my penis flopped back and bounced off my legs, until I splashed into the water. After entering the water, I swam as hard as I could. One distraction that I noticed was the flow of water flowing over my penis. I was trying to concentrate on swimming as fast as I could, but the pleasure my penis was feeling was getting intense. As I reached the end and moved under the ropes towards the right side of the pool, while floating in the water waiting for the others in front of me to get out of the pool, I quickly grabbed my penis and stuffed it back around my waist and into my swimsuit. Making sure that the side was covered best that I could. Before climbing up the pool ladder, I double checked to make sure my penis was secure.

I climbed up out of the pool and as I walked back, I was feeling some residue pleasure from when my penis was flowing in the water. After a few seconds walking, I noticed the assistant coach, Tina had gotten out of the pool on the left side of the pool and walked over to the right side of the pool to Miss Johnson. I wasn’t sure, but it appeared as though she was whispering something to the coach. It then occurred to me that the gasp I heard might have been the assistant coach. I continued to walk towards the two of them whispering to each other and then I noticed the coach glancing towards me and then back to the assistant coach. As I passed by the two, I could not make out what they were whispering about, but I suspected it was about me. I walked behind the benches avoiding the other swimmers, to my spot and again leaned against the post next to my bench.

After another minute, the coach yelled, “group one, get on your mount.” While the swimmers were walking towards their mount, the coach and assistant coach walked between the benches and mounts over to the left side of the pool. There was a short delay until the coach got to the left side of the pool, and the assistant coach back into the water. The coach yelled, “take your marks.”

The swimmers leaned back slightly until they heard the whistle blow and dived into the water.

As group one swam to the other end of the pool, I started to get a little nervous. Oh crap, I realized that with the coach on the left-hand side, she’ll see my penis if it falls out again. After a few seconds, I realized that, that might be a good thing. If she sees my problem, maybe she’ll allow me to put my personal swim trunks on instead of these school speedo suits. It might be a good thing, but I was extremely nervous about the coach or anyone seeing my penis.

As the group one swimmers started climbing out of the pool, the coach yelled, “group two, get on your mount.”


I was very nervous, but I kept telling myself, this is a good thing, my problem will be solved if it falls out and she sees it. I walked over to the mount and climbed up onto my diving mount, positioned my right foot on the front edge of the mount, my left foot near the back of the mount and waited until she yelled, for us to take our mark.

As I bent forward and grabbed the front edge of the mount, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and flopped completely out of my speedo slapping against my right leg. I tensed up and heard a gasp and “oh my” coming from the coach, and after a slight delay, she finally blew the whistle and I dived into the water.

The force of jumping forward, my penis flopped back along my legs, until I splashed into the water. I wasn’t sure because it happened so fast, but I could swear I felt the head of my penis hit the water before I entered the water. After entering the water, I swam as hard as I could. Again, the pleasure I was feeling from water flowing over my penis was beginning to overwhelm me. As I reached the end and moved over to the ladder, while floating in the water waiting for the others in front of me to get out of the pool, I quickly grabbed my penis and stuffed it back around my waist and into my swimsuit. Making sure that the side was covered best that I could. Before climbing up the pool ladder, I double checked to make sure my penis was secure.

I climbed up the ladder out of the water and walked back to the benches. While I’m walking back, Coach Johnson sent group one off with a blast of her whistle. I walked behind the benches avoiding the other swimmers, to my bench. As I reached and leaned against the pole next to my bench, Coach Johnson walked up to me and said, “I thought you had something stuffed in your swimsuit. I didn’t realize that it was real. I’ll write a letter to the district manager about your swimsuit problem.”

I replied with, “can I wear my personal swim trunks until we hear back?”

She quickly snapped back, “No. You must always swim in your school uniform. When we hear from the district manager with a solution, then we’ll do what she tells us.”

I nervously asked, “but, I . . .”

Before I could get my next comment out, she angrily barked, “I said you’ll wear your school uniform until told otherwise. I don’t want to hear any more from you about this. Is that clear?”

I nervously answered, “yes mam.”

She turned and walked back to the spot she was standing at. After group one climbed out of the pool and were on their way back to the benches, she said, “group two, go to your mount.”

[TeenFan]

With all the hard work all the swimmers are doing, the coach should allow everyone to have some fun time on the diving board.

Another thing swim team members do, before swimming the group does stretches. Sometimes they also do exercises to strengthen the
muscles. I worked at a pool that had a weight lifting bench in one corner. The High School boys and girls doing the bench press is quite
the sight.

[Themarble]

I'm hoping the district manager has something to say about having no swimsuit, perhaps it'd even make him faster (;

[Pluto2025]

The female district manager may want to personally see the problem and solve it. She'll enjoy it! One of the solutions may be for the boy to swim naked, but since this will create inequality, it may also be decided that all boys swim naked. Why not. Ultimately, the girls and the coach will benefit greatly from this situation.
However, until this decision is made, all swimmers (boys and girls) should do stretching and jumping movements to warm up together before swimming.

[Buckaroo]

I walked over to the mount and climbed up onto the mount and after placing my right foot on the front edge of the mount, my left foot near the back of the mount, while still standing upright before I could lean forward, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and swung around bouncing off my right thigh flopping around back and forth a couple times for almost 4 seconds I was frozen in shock, before I realized that I needed to bend over into my diving position. I quickly grabbed the front edge of the diving mount and waited for coach to blow her whistle.

While waiting for Coach to blow her whistle, it occurred to me that any of group one that might have been looking in my direction while walking back would have seen my penis flopping around for those few seconds.

Before I could dwell on it any more, Coach blew her whistle and I dove into the water. Again, I had this strange sensation that I felt the head of my penis hit the water before I entered the water. I swam as hard as I could, but the intense pleasure I was feeling from the water flowing past my penis was breaking my concentration.

As I reached the end of the pool, as soon as I got to the near the ladder, I quickly stuffed my penis back into my swim suit and climbed out. While walking back I was feeling embarrassed and apprehensive. Coach sent group one as soon as I climbed out.

As soon as I got back, walking behind the benches to avoid the other swimmers, instead of leaning against the post, I sat down on the bench. It was only a few seconds before coach said, “group two, get on your mount.”


As I stood up from the bench and started walking towards the mount, I didn’t get more than 2 steps from the bench and still 10 feet away from the dive mount, and my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and swung around bouncing off my right thigh. I quickly turned slightly to the left side facing away from the other swimmers but facing coach Johnson and reached down to grabbed my penis to slip it back into my swimsuit. It happened so fast and it took a second to catch my penis while it flopped around, all the time, I heard some yelling. I wasn’t sure what the yelling was all about, I was concentrating on trying to catch my penis and put it back. It took about four seconds and I was able to secure it back into my swimsuit, as I started to make out what was being yelled.

It was the coach that was yelling, “STOP TOUCHING YOURSELF. I SAID STOP TOUCHING YOUR SELF.”

I looked over to see her walking towards me yelling, “NEVER TOUCH YOUR PRIVATE PARTS.”

As she got withing 5 feet of me she continued yelling, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

I was almost stuttering trying to figure out what she was yelling about, “wh . . . what?”

She said, “under no circumstance, ever touch your private parts. Do you understand?”

I stared back at her and replied with the only answer I could think of, “yes mam.” I wanted to ask what I was supposed to do, but was too scared to say anything.

I turned and continued to the dive mount and climbed up and got into position. As I leaned forward and grabbed the front of the dive mount, again my penis slipped out smacking against my right leg.

As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water. I swam as well as I could, but I was nervous about her yelling at me, and I still wasn’t sure what she was yelling about.

As soon as I got to the other end, and as soon as I got near the ladder while waiting for the others to climb out, I secured my penis back into my swimsuit, I climbed up out of the pool and walked back towards the bench. Coach sent group one as soon as I climbed out.

This time I didn’t sit down on the bench. I leaned against the post next to the bench, and with a confused look on my face I looked over towards the coach. She walked over and calmly said, “under no circumstance are you ever to touch your private body parts. You can adjust your swimsuit, but you cannot touch your private parts.”

I tried to ask, “but what am I sup . . .”

She interrupted me and repeated, “just leave it.”

She turned and walked back to her spot. I now understood what she said, but it didn’t make sense. I’m supposed to leave it out, exposed?

As soon as group one climbed out of the pool, coach said, “group two, get on your mount.”

[Buckaroo]

I walked over and climbed up onto my mount and got into position and as soon as I grabbed the front of the mount with my hands, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and smacked against my right leg. As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water.

Again, I had this strange sensation that I felt the head of my penis hit the water before I entered the water. I’m guessing when I dove into the water, my penis flew back to my knee and bounced back forward before I entered the water. I swam as hard as I could, but the intense pleasure I was feeling from the water flowing past my penis was breaking my concentration.

As soon as I got to the other end and swam near the ladder, I secured my penis back into my swimsuit, I climbed up out of the pool and walked back to the bench. Coach sent group one as soon as I climbed out. I walked back and leaned against the pole next to my bench.

As soon as group one climbed out of the pool, coach announced, “group two, get on your mount.”

I walked over and as I was climbing up onto my mount, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and as it flopped around, I quickly climbed up onto the mount and got into my dive position and waited for the whistle. As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water.

As soon as I reached the other end and swam near the ladder, I quickly stuffed my penis back into my swimsuit. After climbing out, the coach announced, “okay that’s it for today. Hang your suit and towel in your locker to dry for tomorrow. Every Friday, you take your swimsuit and towel home to be washed. Oh, and another thing, we don’t have any extra swimsuits, so don’t lose yours or you’ll have to do without.” With a short pause, she announced, “we didn’t have time this week, but starting Monday, the last five minutes of class, you’ll walk two laps around the pool. No running.”

Everyone went to the changing rooms. On my way, coach handed me my towel back that she took in the beginning of class. As I got to the changing room, I went into the shower and took a quick 15 second shower and went to my locker and after drying, took off my swimsuit, hung it and my towel on a hook in the locker and got dressed, and went to my next class which was Art.

Miss Johnson also taught the Art class. The Art classroom was at the other end of the building near the gym. After the last class for the day, I rode the school bus home. All evening I dwelled on the day’s events. I was feeling a little stressed because I was extremely embarrassed that I the coach, the assistant and maybe a few others saw my penis.


Friday

As I got to school, I proceeded to the changing room to change into my swimsuit. After undressing and slipping on my swimsuit, I hung up my clothes on the hooks in the locker, wrapped my towel around me and walked down the hall to the pool.

Along the right wall of the natatorium there were several bleachers for spectators during the swimming events. Today, I noticed there were two students sitting half way up on the bleachers.

Coach Johnson was busy talking to a couple swimmers. I did a couple warm up exercises and after Coach blew the whistle, all the swimmers except one, went to their assigned bench. I walked over to my bench and leaned against the pole next to my bench and waited.

The number five swimmer next to me that practiced flip turns with Tina yesterday was back and number four swimmer was assigned to practice with Tina today.

After group one dove into the pool, coach Johnson told us to get one our mounts, I walked over to the mount and climbed up onto the mount and after placing my right foot on the front edge of the mount, my left foot near the back of the mount, while still standing upright before I could lean forward, my penis slipped out under my swimsuit leg opening and swung around bouncing off my right thigh. I looked down to see my penis flopping around back and forth a couple times before realizing group one walking back could see, and I quickly leaned forward and grabbed the front edge of the mount. As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water.

As I swam to the other end, the pleasure I was feeling from the water flowing past my penis was great. As soon as I got to the other end and over to the ladder, I quickly stuffed my penis back into my swimsuit, my penis felt more sensitive than usual, it was still feeling the intense pleasure from the water flowing past. As I climbed out of the pool to walk back towards the benches Coach eventually sent group one into the water.

While walking along the pool and almost 30 feet from the corner of the pool, I wasn’t sure, but I believe I felt some movement of my penis slowly slipping out under the swimsuit leg opening. I looked towards my left side and could see most of my penis was exposed drooped down, hanging completely below my swimsuit leg opening wobbling and bouncing. The only thing keeping it from completely flopping out was the head of my penis, it was still being held by the swimsuit back panel. Oh crap, I thought; each step I took I could see my penis wobbling and bouncing along my side and slipping out a little each step I took. I looked around in front of me to see if I could think of a solution. The four other swimmers walking in front of be in the same direction I was walking, and the swimmers from group one dived off their mounts only a couple seconds before.

After a couple steps and getting approximately 20 feet from the corner of the pool, I looked back down towards my left side seeing only my penis head was the only thing holding it from flopping out. Just then, my penis head slipped out of my swimsuit back panel and my penis, now completely exposed, dropped down and across to the other side smacking my right thigh with a smack. I quietly said, “oh crap,” as I instinctively moved my hands towards my penis to grab it. Before grabbing it, I remembered I wasn’t allowed to touch it, and jerked my hands to my side. I continued to walk as my penis bounced off my right thigh straight out in front of me and as I stepped forward, my penis flopped down on my left thigh with another smack. Each step I took my penis would bounce off my thigh straight out and flop down on the opposite thigh. Although I was following the swimmers from group two back to the benches, I believe one of the swimmers from group two that had just sat down, may have noticed my penis bouncing off my thighs. Although I was way past the two spectators in the bleachers when it slipped out, I’m not sure if they noticed.

After passing the benches and walking behind the benches, as I reached my bench, I wasn’t sure what to do. I stood next to the post next to my bench with my back towards the other swimmers facing Coach Johnson. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t look directly at Coach Johnson or anyone for that matter, but I believe in an instant glance in her direction, I believe she was smiling or snickering.

After a short pause, Coach Johnson told group two to get onto our mounts. I hesitated for a few seconds until all the swimmers in group two had stood up and walked towards their mount and then I quickly walked towards my mount, hoping that none of them would notice my penis flopping back and forth until I got up onto my mount and bent over and grabbed the front edge of the mount. As soon as I heard the whistle, I dove off the mount and into the water and swam as hard as I could. After reaching the end and making my way to the ladder, I stuffed my penis around my side and into my swimsuit. I double checked to make sure it was slightly up higher under the one-inch elastic waist band.

After climbing out of the pool and while walking back, I glanced to my side to see that my penis was slightly more exposed on the top side, and stayed secure all the way back to my bench. I was relieved that it didn’t fall out again. I waited leaning on the post next to my bench.

[Dorky]

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[Buckaroo]

As soon as group one climbed out of the pool and as they were walking back towards the benches, Coach Johnson told group two to get onto our mounts. I climbed up onto my mount and got into position and as soon as she told us to get on our marks, I leaned back slightly and my penis slipped out as before. It was only a few seconds and Coach blew her whistle and we dived into the water. Again, I had this strange sensation that I felt the head of my penis hit the water before I entered the water.

I swam as fast and the pleasure I was feeling from the water flowing past my penis was unbelievable. After reaching the other end of the pool, I swam over to the ladder, I quickly stuffed my penis back into my swimsuit, my penis was feeling very sensitive as it was still feeling the intense pleasure from the water flowing past. As I climbed out of the pool to walk back towards the benches, after less than 10 feet from the ladder, again, I wasn’t sure, but I believe I felt some movement of my penis slowly slipping out under the swimsuit leg opening. I looked towards my left side and could see some of my penis was exposed hanging below the swimsuit leg opening. Each step I took, my penis slipped down a little more, until the whole side of my penis was drooped down, and visible. I was only 20 feet after climbing up the ladder and I had over 70 more feet to get past the benches. I looked around; the other swimmers from group two were in front of me walking the same direction I was, but the two spectators in the bleachers could easily see my penis wobbling, drooped at my leg opening.

It only took another 10 feet and I looked back down towards my left side and I could see my fat penis almost completely exposed, drooped down, wobbling and bouncing along my side, with my penis head barely hanging onto the back panel of my swimsuit.

I hadn’t even reached half way down the side of the pool, and the head of my penis slipped out of the back panel and my penis flopped out in full view of some of the swimmers from group one after they climbed up onto their mounts. “Oh shit,” I whispered; as my penis started bouncing off my thigh with a smack and bouncing straight out in front of me before falling back down hitting the other thigh with a smack, each step I took. I was getting very embarrassed and uncomfortable and I found it hard to look in the direction of anyone that may be looking at my me.

I very quickly glanced around and noticed the two spectators in the bleachers were looking at me with a surprised look on their face, two or three of group one swimmers on their mounts were staring in my direction and I believe Coach Johnson was looking at me. I’m not sure where the gasps came from but I heard one or two. There was nothing I could do except keep walking. As I passed the half way point of the pool, my penis continued to bounce off my thigh with a smack and bounce out pointing straight out in front of me before falling back down to the other thigh. I started to get a little tense, and only looked straight ahead. Within the side vision of my eyes, I could now see most of the group one swimmers staring at me, one or two might have been in their diving position. Why hasn’t Coach Johnson blown the whistle yet?

By the time I reached the end of the pool in front of the benches, all six of group one swimmers were staring at me, and as the first swimmer from group two sat down on her bench, she noticed me with a surprised look on her face. The other swimmers walked to their bench and I was able to slip behind the benches to my bench. By this time, with the exception of two or three people from group two, everyone has seen my penis bouncing off my thighs. As soon as I got to my bench, I was emotionally exhausted and stressed; instead of standing, I decided to just sit down on my bench. My mind was exhausted and I sat with my legs slightly spread with my penis hanging over the edge of the bench. The bench was only about 12” off the deck, and I could feel the head of my penis laying sideways on the cold floor.

Coach Johnson finally told group one swimmers, “take your marks.” She waited almost 5 seconds for the swimmers to get into position, before she blew the whistle. After the swimmers from group one got to the ladder and most had climbed out of the pool, Coach Johnson yelled, “group two, get on your mounts.”

I felt exhausted with stress, but I stood up and walked over to the mount and climbed up onto it, and got into position for the dive. As soon as coach blew the whistle, I dove into the water, although I tried, my efforts were lackluster at best. I was the last one that got down to the end and then making my way to the ladder, I stuffed my penis around my side and into my swimsuit. I double checked to make sure it was slightly up higher under the one-inch elastic waist band.

After climbing out of the pool and while walking back, I glanced to my side to see that my penis was slightly more exposed on the top side, and stayed secure all the way back to my bench. The stress of the previous walk back faded quickly. I was relieved that it didn’t fall out again. Although I was greatly relieved that nothing happened during the walk back, I decided to sit down on my bench and deal with any accidents and consequences when I climbed up onto the mount. Since almost everyone has already seen my penis, what’s another couple seconds if it slips out as I climb up onto the dive mount.

My mind was preoccupied on my penis exposure, and it wasn’t until another minute passed and then I realized that Coach Johnson hadn’t blown the whistle to send group one into the water yet. I looked over and noticed she had just finished a conversation with Tina and she immediately yelled, “take your marks,” and blew her whistle three seconds later. Group one dove into the pool and swam to the other end. After they climbed out of the pool, Coach Johnson told group two to get on the mount.

I walked over to the mount and climbed up onto it. To my surprise and relief, my penis didn’t fall out like it did yesterday after sitting on the bench. It wasn’t until I got into my diving position by grabbing the front edge of the mount that my penis slipped out flopped against my right leg which was expected. As soon as she blew the whistle, I dove into the water and I started to feel at ease, and swam as hard as I could. I was feeling a lot of pleasure from the water flowing past my penis. As I reached the end, all the previous stress was finally gone, and my penis was feeling very excited. As I got to the ladder, I heard the coach whistle and looked over towards the coach to see what was going on. The coach said something to one of the other swimmers that was goofing around. When I looked back to the ladder, I noticed that all the swimmers had already climbed out of the pool. I wasn’t concentrating as I quickly stuffed my penis back into my swimsuit. After I climbed up the ladder, and as I placed my right foot onto the deck, I could feel my penis slip out under my swimsuit leg opening and swung around bouncing off my right thigh. I couldn’t believe it; what did I do wrong? I realized I was careless stuffing my penis in my swimsuit and maybe my swimsuit was maybe the elastic band along the leg opening was getting a little stretched. Before moving my left foot out onto the deck, I stood still trying to decide what to do. For a short second, I pondered on stepping back down the ladder into the pool and fix my swimsuit, or . . . or . . . what? That was my only choice, except, I heard the whistle again and noticed all of group one diving into the pool.

I’m not sure what I was thinking, but for some unexplained reason, I stepped out onto the deck with my left foot and turned and started walking towards the other end of the pool. I quickly realized that the coach blowing the whistle distracted me from getting back into the water and fixing my swimsuit, and I quickly found myself with my penis bouncing off my thighs each step I took, smack, smack, smack. My mind was getting a little foggy and numb. I had an opportunity to fix this but I glitched and now I’m walking back with my huge fat penis bouncing off my thighs straight out and falling back against the opposite thigh. The two spectators on the bleachers stared as I walked by and I think they were smiling. I couldn’t believe what I just did, and I decided not to worry about it. With my mind still numb, I noticed something I didn’t notice before, I was feeling sexual pleasure from my penis bouncing off my thighs. I didn’t notice the last time because I was so stressed. I walked all the way back in thoughtless and unthinking mood. For many reasons, including the sexual pleasure I was feeling from my penis bouncing off my thighs, I was not thinking of what I was doing as I turned right after passing the corner of the pool and walked between the benches and diving mounts right in front of my group one swim mates. It wasn’t until I passed the second bench that I realized I was walking only three feet right in front of them with my huge penis bouncing off my thighs. Oh shit, I thought to myself, but continued on, it was too late to turn around and walk behind the last two swimmers sitting on their benches. I finally made it to my bench and sat down. I didn’t feel stressed like I did earlier. I just sat on my bench with my penis hanging over the edge and my penis head laying sideways on the floor. Now I realized that everyone in the pool area has now seen my penis. The only two or three from my group that hadn’t seen it until I walked right in front of them.

After group one climbed out of the pool, Coach Johnson told us to get onto our mounts. I stood up and walked over to my mount and climbed up and stood staring out to the pool for a couple seconds before bending over grabbing the front of the mount. As soon as she blew her whistle, I dove into the pool. I wasn’t feeling stress like the last time and I swam as hard as I could and the sexual pleasure my penis was feeling was unbelievable.

After reaching the end and swimming over to the ladder, I heard the whistle again. I turned to see what was going on and Coach Johnson was yelling at one of the swimmers goofing off. I couldn’t quite make out exactly what she was saying. She was angry this time. The yelling continued for almost 30 seconds. As soon as she finished yelling, she told group one to get onto their dive mounts and turned and walked away from the goofing off swimmer, I turned towards the ladder and noticed that not only did the other swimmers all climb out of the pool, they were almost half way back towards the other end. Oh shit, I moved over to the ladder and quickly climbed up the ladder and as I was about to step out onto the deck, I realized that I forgot to secure my penis in my swimsuit. Of fuck, I thought. I climbed up and I’m now standing at the top of the ladder with my penis out. Not only that, but my left ball is exposed. What the hell, this was 100 percent my fault. I stood at the top of the ladder for almost 10 seconds, and then decided, just go. Just get it over with and go. I stepped out onto the deck and walked with my penis bouncing off my thighs each step I took. I quickly started to feel extreme sexual pleasure of my penis bouncing off my thighs each step I took. I looked down and every step I took it would bounce until it pointed straight out and fall back down to the opposite thigh.

Oh my gosh, the sexual pleasure was even better than what I felt with the water flowing over my penis. Again, I walked all the way back in thoughtless and unthinking mood, this time all that was on my mind was the sexual pleasure from my penis bouncing off my thighs. A couple times I actually kicked with a little extra force in my step causing my penis to fly up farther upwards almost a 45-degree angle up. That was extremely intense. As I reached the end of the pool, again I mindlessly turned and started to walk toward the gap between the benches and mounts, and when I realized what I had done, I tried to change direction towards behind the benches, but it was too late and I almost lost my balance and decided to continue straight to my bench. I walked past all my group mates with my penis bouncing out in front each step until I got to my bench and sat down.

I need to get my mind back on swimming, but with everything that is happening including the extreme sexual pleasure my penis is feeling, I keep messing up. Now everyone has seen my penis at least a couple times, and my group mates have seen it from only 3 feet away. Wait a minute, the gap between the benches and diving mounts is over 10 feet. Why am I walking only three feet away from them. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I do that. I could have walked ten feet away from them, next to the dive mounts. My mind is so overwhelmed, I’m not thinking well. I need to start concentrating on swimming.

[TeenFan]

Now that just about everybody has seen it flopping about between laps, perhaps something else should take place?

The coach isn't doing much coaching so far. When is a proper dive off of the diving block (mount) going to be demonstrated.
Proper form and technique for a particular swim stroke needs to be demonstrated. Somebody could be used by the coach to be part of the demonstration.