Marcy is more forward than I thought she'd be.
Unless she truly does just intend to innocently dry him? Surely not though?
Can't wait to find out.
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Chapter 6.
Jumbled and confused thoughts went off throughout Andrew's rattled brain. Getting out of the swimming pool while wearing only briefs,
with someone watching, is the most daring thing he'd done in a long time. He's not naked. Being in underwear is not being "NAKED", not for
boys it isn't. He's seen kids in underwear in movies a few times, and he even used to walk around the house wearing only underwear.
* * * * *
At 13 years of age Andrew took to wearing boxers. They are so much like shorts and comfortable for everything except wearing under tight
fitting jeans. That year on Christmas day Andrew went to the living room to find several family members had dropped by. The number of
presents under the tree had magically increased and several of them had his name on the tag. Andrew got a baseball with glove. He got a
set of Spiderman comics. He got a super soaker watergun. Everyone was smiling and laughing and pretended to be shot when he pointed the watergun at them. Then Andrew looked down to see a watergun of a different type poking out. He'd been opening presents and moving
about the room with only boxers on. Pointing like a rifle, his penis presented itself proudly with a couple full inches and of course the lovely
pink head exposed.
"OH SHIT" he shouted as he yanked on the front of the boxers, the face immediately turning red, heart racing. Everyone in the room, mom
plus dad, cousins Emma and Andy, and even grandma burst into raucous laughter.
"Your thing was sticking out for long time," said sixteen year old Emma. "Thank you for your service."
"That's a big gun. Do you have a license for it?" teased grandma and everyone laughed again.
Andrew pretended to laugh along with them, but on the way back to his room to put some clothes on he actually cried a little. It was the
last time Andrew left the cozy confines of his bedroom clad in only boxers, or any other type of underpants.
* * * * *
Two years later the "big" gun grandma teased about had gotten so much larger than on that fateful Christmas day, and it was easily visible
tucked behind thin wet cotton. Andrew obscured the bulge with his hands, while trying to appear NOT to be covering his crotch, when he
stepped across the pool deck toward the tutor holding the towel wide. Don't look nervous he said to himself. Andrew reached for the towel.
Take it, dry off quickly and excuse yourself to go to your room, that is the plan. Alas it was not to be.
"...turn around. I'll dry you," Miss Madison says and it's more than a suggestion. It's an order.
Andrew turned his body around. Across the shoulders and back the towel is placed. Using both hands, Marcy rubs the towel firmly, pressing
into his skin. The towel is then wrapped around Andrew's torso. It made the pupil feel like being caught in a trap, a Venus fly trap and he
is the nearly naked insect wanting to squirm to get free. Marcy's hand, the palm of her hand slides across his chest from the left side to
right then back left again.
""wow...your nipples are so pointy, so hard. That water must have been cold."
Andrew can feel the tips of Marcy's fingers rubbing the hard and pointy left nipple. Back and forth and around those fingers traveled.
Suddenly the cold seemed to vanish as blood rushed to his cheeks and other places, a blush and boner combination. Andrew feels faint,
light-headed. The door to the house is right there. He should make a run for it, but the feet seem glued to the ground. The towel is
moved lower to tummy level. "Hold it in place," Marcy commands. He takes hold of the two ends of the towel.
Holding the towel himself wasn't any better. Both of Marcy's hands are free to roam. The hands press along the hips, then around to the
front of both thighs. The tutor isn't touching skin directly, only moving the towel around rubbing and drying. Marcy's right-hand moves
higher. It firmly presses across the crotch. Andrew almost shrieks out loud. Marcy must feel where her hand is at. She must know the
palm of that hand is pressing down over the penis. How could she not know?
"Let go of the towel"
Another direct and to the point order. Andrew should be gripping it like his life depends on it, but somehow his fingers loosened and the
towel fell. He feels the back of his legs being dried...and he realized Marcy is kneeling down. Her face would be at butt level. The tutor is
staring at his ass barely concealed behind a micro-inch of white cotton threading.
The sensation is intense. The legs are super sensitive to this type of touch. A hand within the towel slips between Andrew's legs. Starting
at the knee the towel slides upward, not stopping till it can't rise any more, manipulations of fingers behind the balls.
"Wrap the towel around yourself"
This is the first directive Andrew is eager to comply with. The towel gets wrapped around him just like after a shower at school to walk
across the locker room. Andrew steps toward the back door.
"Hang your wet briefs on the branch next to the blue jeans."
"Really? Must I do that?" Andrew pleads.
"Of course, silly boy. I'm not letting you leave wet undies on the bedroom floor. Take them off, hang it on the tree, then sit down at the
kitchen table. Remember, I'm making spaghetti tonight."
Andrew wanted to argue, but what was the use. He went to the nearby tree. Slipping his briefs off from under the towel, he hangs the
wet thing on the branch. The towel is better than briefs, but Andrew is painfully aware that he is naked under there. The tutor holds the
door wide open. The compliant pupil steps inside his own house that no longer feel like a safe zone.
Chapter 6.
Jumbled and confused thoughts went off throughout Andrew's rattled brain. Getting out of the swimming pool while wearing only briefs,
with someone watching, is the most daring thing he'd done in a long time. He's not naked. Being in underwear is not being "NAKED", not for
boys it isn't. He's seen kids in underwear in movies a few times, and he even used to walk around the house wearing only underwear.
* * * * *
At 13 years of age Andrew took to wearing boxers. They are so much like shorts and comfortable for everything except wearing under tight
fitting jeans. That year on Christmas day Andrew went to the living room to find several family members had dropped by. The number of
presents under the tree had magically increased and several of them had his name on the tag. Andrew got a baseball with glove. He got a
set of Spiderman comics. He got a super soaker watergun. Everyone was smiling and laughing and pretended to be shot when he pointed the watergun at them. Then Andrew looked down to see a watergun of a different type poking out. He'd been opening presents and moving
about the room with only boxers on. Pointing like a rifle, his penis presented itself proudly with a couple full inches and of course the lovely
pink head exposed.
"OH SHIT" he shouted as he yanked on the front of the boxers, the face immediately turning red, heart racing. Everyone in the room, mom
plus dad, cousins Emma and Andy, and even grandma burst into raucous laughter.
"Your thing was sticking out for long time," said sixteen year old Emma. "Thank you for your service."
"That's a big gun. Do you have a license for it?" teased grandma and everyone laughed again.
Andrew pretended to laugh along with them, but on the way back to his room to put some clothes on he actually cried a little. It was the
last time Andrew left the cozy confines of his bedroom clad in only boxers, or any other type of underpants.
* * * * *
Two years later the "big" gun grandma teased about had gotten so much larger than on that fateful Christmas day, and it was easily visible
tucked behind thin wet cotton. Andrew obscured the bulge with his hands, while trying to appear NOT to be covering his crotch, when he
stepped across the pool deck toward the tutor holding the towel wide. Don't look nervous he said to himself. Andrew reached for the towel.
Take it, dry off quickly and excuse yourself to go to your room, that is the plan. Alas it was not to be.
"...turn around. I'll dry you," Miss Madison says and it's more than a suggestion. It's an order.
Andrew turned his body around. Across the shoulders and back the towel is placed. Using both hands, Marcy rubs the towel firmly, pressing
into his skin. The towel is then wrapped around Andrew's torso. It made the pupil feel like being caught in a trap, a Venus fly trap and he
is the nearly naked insect wanting to squirm to get free. Marcy's hand, the palm of her hand slides across his chest from the left side to
right then back left again.
""wow...your nipples are so pointy, so hard. That water must have been cold."
Andrew can feel the tips of Marcy's fingers rubbing the hard and pointy left nipple. Back and forth and around those fingers traveled.
Suddenly the cold seemed to vanish as blood rushed to his cheeks and other places, a blush and boner combination. Andrew feels faint,
light-headed. The door to the house is right there. He should make a run for it, but the feet seem glued to the ground. The towel is
moved lower to tummy level. "Hold it in place," Marcy commands. He takes hold of the two ends of the towel.
Holding the towel himself wasn't any better. Both of Marcy's hands are free to roam. The hands press along the hips, then around to the
front of both thighs. The tutor isn't touching skin directly, only moving the towel around rubbing and drying. Marcy's right-hand moves
higher. It firmly presses across the crotch. Andrew almost shrieks out loud. Marcy must feel where her hand is at. She must know the
palm of that hand is pressing down over the penis. How could she not know?
"Let go of the towel"
Another direct and to the point order. Andrew should be gripping it like his life depends on it, but somehow his fingers loosened and the
towel fell. He feels the back of his legs being dried...and he realized Marcy is kneeling down. Her face would be at butt level. The tutor is
staring at his ass barely concealed behind a micro-inch of white cotton threading.
The sensation is intense. The legs are super sensitive to this type of touch. A hand within the towel slips between Andrew's legs. Starting
at the knee the towel slides upward, not stopping till it can't rise any more, manipulations of fingers behind the balls.
"Wrap the towel around yourself"
This is the first directive Andrew is eager to comply with. The towel gets wrapped around him just like after a shower at school to walk
across the locker room. Andrew steps toward the back door.
"Hang your wet briefs on the branch next to the blue jeans."
"Really? Must I do that?" Andrew pleads.
"Of course, silly boy. I'm not letting you leave wet undies on the bedroom floor. Take them off, hang it on the tree, then sit down at the
kitchen table. Remember, I'm making spaghetti tonight."
Andrew wanted to argue, but what was the use. He went to the nearby tree. Slipping his briefs off from under the towel, he hangs the
wet thing on the branch. The towel is better than briefs, but Andrew is painfully aware that he is naked under there. The tutor holds the
door wide open. The compliant pupil steps inside his own house that no longer feel like a safe zone.
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In addition to the regular plot, cute side-story regarding the protruding penis on Christmas Day & viewed by all the visiting relatives. Grandma & his female cousin seemed particularly appreciative of getting a not-so-quick view of Andrew's previously private part.
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Andrew Gets a Tutor
Chapter 7.
After the unexpected exercise in the swimming pool, followed by the even less expected drying off, Andrew thought he'd go to his
room to put something on.
"Get back here. You are decent enough the way you are now."
Andrew wanted to make an escape. With no underwear on there's an obvious tenting going on at the front of the towel. He questions
the wisdom of hanging out in the kitchen this way. Marcy would not listen to his reasonable argument, and she replies with a firm and
stern "Sit your ass down at the table. Open the geography book to chapter seven." He feels out of place sitting at the table while wearing
a towel. There is a poking up lump at the middle of his lap. Hard concentration and saying locations and cities out loud eventually got
the raging hormones somewhat under control.
The tutor didn't help things when she said, "Geography can be so interesting. Land masses can be formed into fascinating shapes. Have
you noticed the state of Florida looks like a big penis? It looks like the US is peeing on Cuba. Isn't that funny?"
Andrew had noticed the resemblance; be he didn't expect Marcy to say penis out loud like that. It is too much of a reminder of how
that pesky thing didn't want to soften up. The tutor talking about dicks...big ones...made his jump and twitch. Marcy has her back turned
to him as she washes some vegetables at the sink. Andrew tries to shove his half-hard penis down between the legs. However, touching it
only made matters worse. The aroused lad ended up stroking the growing lump under the towel.
"Andrew...can you assist me with this? What is the best way to get these outer layers off the onion?"
Marcy doesn't know how to make spaghetti sauce. The pupil teaches the tutor how to prepare onions and bell pepper with a knife. With
both hands busy, with the chop chop chopping makings his body shake and vibrate, Andrew can feel the towel loosen and he worries it
will slip off. Marcy then copies the technique. She was still in the sports bra, not having put her shirt back on. Certain parts of
Marcy's body jiggled enticingly. With this tutoring session having gotten so informal, Andrew thought of making a little joke.
"You're really hot for a tutor, but you're not a TEN."
Marcy turns to look at her student the cooking teacher. "Really now...what does a TEN look like?"
"A perfect ten is a girl less than three feet tall who has no teeth and a flat-topped head so you can put your
beer on it."
Andrew laughs like a hyena, his body shaking and he has to grab the towel to keep it from loosening further. Then he notices Marcy
isn't laughing.
"That is a degrading thing to say about women. Mocking a girl with physical handicaps is misogynistic and boorish, rude and discourteous.
Your two school detentions obviously haven't fixed that potty mouth. Would you like me to give a grade to all of your physical features?
I've seen just about all of them."
Chapter 7.
After the unexpected exercise in the swimming pool, followed by the even less expected drying off, Andrew thought he'd go to his
room to put something on.
"Get back here. You are decent enough the way you are now."
Andrew wanted to make an escape. With no underwear on there's an obvious tenting going on at the front of the towel. He questions
the wisdom of hanging out in the kitchen this way. Marcy would not listen to his reasonable argument, and she replies with a firm and
stern "Sit your ass down at the table. Open the geography book to chapter seven." He feels out of place sitting at the table while wearing
a towel. There is a poking up lump at the middle of his lap. Hard concentration and saying locations and cities out loud eventually got
the raging hormones somewhat under control.
The tutor didn't help things when she said, "Geography can be so interesting. Land masses can be formed into fascinating shapes. Have
you noticed the state of Florida looks like a big penis? It looks like the US is peeing on Cuba. Isn't that funny?"
Andrew had noticed the resemblance; be he didn't expect Marcy to say penis out loud like that. It is too much of a reminder of how
that pesky thing didn't want to soften up. The tutor talking about dicks...big ones...made his jump and twitch. Marcy has her back turned
to him as she washes some vegetables at the sink. Andrew tries to shove his half-hard penis down between the legs. However, touching it
only made matters worse. The aroused lad ended up stroking the growing lump under the towel.
"Andrew...can you assist me with this? What is the best way to get these outer layers off the onion?"
Marcy doesn't know how to make spaghetti sauce. The pupil teaches the tutor how to prepare onions and bell pepper with a knife. With
both hands busy, with the chop chop chopping makings his body shake and vibrate, Andrew can feel the towel loosen and he worries it
will slip off. Marcy then copies the technique. She was still in the sports bra, not having put her shirt back on. Certain parts of
Marcy's body jiggled enticingly. With this tutoring session having gotten so informal, Andrew thought of making a little joke.
"You're really hot for a tutor, but you're not a TEN."
Marcy turns to look at her student the cooking teacher. "Really now...what does a TEN look like?"
"A perfect ten is a girl less than three feet tall who has no teeth and a flat-topped head so you can put your
beer on it."
Andrew laughs like a hyena, his body shaking and he has to grab the towel to keep it from loosening further. Then he notices Marcy
isn't laughing.
"That is a degrading thing to say about women. Mocking a girl with physical handicaps is misogynistic and boorish, rude and discourteous.
Your two school detentions obviously haven't fixed that potty mouth. Would you like me to give a grade to all of your physical features?
I've seen just about all of them."
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awh awh Andrew needs his misogyny checked!
now when he ends up being a naked table for her, he better not say nothing!
now when he ends up being a naked table for her, he better not say nothing!
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I can very much imagine she has some punishment lined up that may make that towel fall straight off him. Perhaps she will make him do body builder poses. His towel falling off like that, oh my.
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Andrew Gets a Tutor
Chapter 8.
"No. Please don't do that," Andrew pleaded. The tutor had just threatened to give a grade to his body. Having dried him off, Marcy had
gotten a closeup to nearly everything. Being a typical young teen, Andrew has body image issues. The tutor describing his musculature
and facial features, the whole thing could turn into a big put down when his confidence needs a boost.
"I won't say things like that again. I swear."
"As punishment you will do two things. First use your laptop and the internet to translate a sentence. You will write out 'Girls are smarter
and more mature than boys.' Translate this into Spanish and German."
After doing this assignment, done while Marcy cooked the pasta sauce with chopped onion and bell pepper, Andrew came to wish he could
maintain better control of his mouth and his thoughts in general. Sometimes he had no impulse control, and once again this is a cause for embarrassment.
"The second part of your punishment is to tell me why you went to detention the second time. Your mom wouldn't say much about it."
Andrew does not like this at all, finds it more than annoying that Miss Madison knew he'd been sent to detention twice this year. People are
not supposed to know these things. It's bad enough parents are informed, though not all details were given to the parents by the
vice-principal. Now as a punishment he will have to tell Marcy everything.
* * * * *
It started off as a dare. In the locker room before PE class, Andrew was dared to put a water filled ballon down the front of his shorts.
It wasn't a large ballon, but when he stepped out onto the gym floor many of the girls noticed right away, especially since some of them
previously said out loud they think Andrew stuffs his shorts just to show off. He already bulges out under normal conditions, and the
extra mass pushing out has the girls curious and whispering amongst themselves.
Everyone was looking at him when the group formed a big circle for stretches and simple exercises. Only two of the boys knew what
was up and they had a hard time not laughing, especially during the Jumping Jacks. The front end of the shorts protrudes menacingly
and weighs the front of the shorts down. During the jumping the water balloon is like an extra side of beef down there. The huge bulge
comes down heavy upon landing only to swing up with great force.
Then it was time for climbing a rope. The goal is to climb the rope to the height of 25 feet to smack a cowbell. Most of the boys could
do it. Few of the girls could. Since showing off is the whole point, Andrew slipped his shirt off then got onto the rope and began climbing.
The next person in line holds the bottom of the rope steady, and this job went to a girl named Audrey. Audrey is the fattest girl in the class.
There is no way she can climb the rope, but she's good for being an anchor.
Super fit boys like gymnasts can climb the rope only using the arms. Andrew isn't that strong. He has to wrap the legs around to hold him
in place when the hands reposition higher. This puts a lot of pressure on the groin. Half way up the rope the balloon bursts.
Andrew hadn't anticipated this. When he felt it break he looked down to see the water land on Audrey's hands and a lot of it hit her in
the face. The chubby girl lets go of the rope, staggering back while screaming. Everyone backs away from the raining cascade of what
they thinks is urine. "Oooh he peed himself", somebody shouts.
Andrew scoots down the rope. He tries to tell the hysterical Audrey that it's only water. Nobody listens to what he said. The two guys
who made the dare in the first place didn't volunteer any knowledge of the true nature of the fluid that fell from Andrew's shorts.
When the coach came over he was sure this was all intentional on Andrew's part. Andrew has climbed the rope many times before and
showed no fear of heights. He must have knowingly peed while on the rope. The wet floor, Audrey's wet face, the wet shorts, that is all
the explanation needed. Audrey was whisked away with the other girls to immediately take a shower.
Wearing only his shoes and soaked shorts, Andrew got marched off to the principal's office.
* * * * *
"What happens if you get another trip to see the principal?" Marcy asks.
"I'll get a suspension that goes on the permanent record."
After dinner and final lessons, Miss Madison called her pupil over to the sink. She has him wash the dishes. Again, the motions of his body
threaten to loosen the towel. Just as he finished up, Marcy grabs and aims the sink's washing spray nozzle at Andrew. Soon the front of him
is thoroughly hosed down and water drips from his hair. Andrew playfully screams. He turns to run for his room. Upon crossing the living
room the front door opens and Andrew's parents walk in.
"Hold your horses. What is going on here?" Mr. Lawrence bellows.
Andrew freezes in place, not knowing what to say. The towel slips off but is grabbed just in time to prevent catastrophe.
"Your son went to take a shower. Then he ran in here all wet getting water all over the kitchen floor. Andrew has a hard time following
directions the first time given to him. He also compared me to a short legged toothless girl. I considered punishing him but wasn't sure
if I had the rights to do so."
The father is furious. "You don't need to wait to tell us. Discipline Andrew in whatever manner you deem appropriate." Mr. Lawrence glares
at his son and shakes his head.
Mom adds her two cents worth, "I agree with my husband. If Andrew does something wrong, something naughty...don't be gentle with him."
Chapter 8.
"No. Please don't do that," Andrew pleaded. The tutor had just threatened to give a grade to his body. Having dried him off, Marcy had
gotten a closeup to nearly everything. Being a typical young teen, Andrew has body image issues. The tutor describing his musculature
and facial features, the whole thing could turn into a big put down when his confidence needs a boost.
"I won't say things like that again. I swear."
"As punishment you will do two things. First use your laptop and the internet to translate a sentence. You will write out 'Girls are smarter
and more mature than boys.' Translate this into Spanish and German."
After doing this assignment, done while Marcy cooked the pasta sauce with chopped onion and bell pepper, Andrew came to wish he could
maintain better control of his mouth and his thoughts in general. Sometimes he had no impulse control, and once again this is a cause for embarrassment.
"The second part of your punishment is to tell me why you went to detention the second time. Your mom wouldn't say much about it."
Andrew does not like this at all, finds it more than annoying that Miss Madison knew he'd been sent to detention twice this year. People are
not supposed to know these things. It's bad enough parents are informed, though not all details were given to the parents by the
vice-principal. Now as a punishment he will have to tell Marcy everything.
* * * * *
It started off as a dare. In the locker room before PE class, Andrew was dared to put a water filled ballon down the front of his shorts.
It wasn't a large ballon, but when he stepped out onto the gym floor many of the girls noticed right away, especially since some of them
previously said out loud they think Andrew stuffs his shorts just to show off. He already bulges out under normal conditions, and the
extra mass pushing out has the girls curious and whispering amongst themselves.
Everyone was looking at him when the group formed a big circle for stretches and simple exercises. Only two of the boys knew what
was up and they had a hard time not laughing, especially during the Jumping Jacks. The front end of the shorts protrudes menacingly
and weighs the front of the shorts down. During the jumping the water balloon is like an extra side of beef down there. The huge bulge
comes down heavy upon landing only to swing up with great force.
Then it was time for climbing a rope. The goal is to climb the rope to the height of 25 feet to smack a cowbell. Most of the boys could
do it. Few of the girls could. Since showing off is the whole point, Andrew slipped his shirt off then got onto the rope and began climbing.
The next person in line holds the bottom of the rope steady, and this job went to a girl named Audrey. Audrey is the fattest girl in the class.
There is no way she can climb the rope, but she's good for being an anchor.
Super fit boys like gymnasts can climb the rope only using the arms. Andrew isn't that strong. He has to wrap the legs around to hold him
in place when the hands reposition higher. This puts a lot of pressure on the groin. Half way up the rope the balloon bursts.
Andrew hadn't anticipated this. When he felt it break he looked down to see the water land on Audrey's hands and a lot of it hit her in
the face. The chubby girl lets go of the rope, staggering back while screaming. Everyone backs away from the raining cascade of what
they thinks is urine. "Oooh he peed himself", somebody shouts.
Andrew scoots down the rope. He tries to tell the hysterical Audrey that it's only water. Nobody listens to what he said. The two guys
who made the dare in the first place didn't volunteer any knowledge of the true nature of the fluid that fell from Andrew's shorts.
When the coach came over he was sure this was all intentional on Andrew's part. Andrew has climbed the rope many times before and
showed no fear of heights. He must have knowingly peed while on the rope. The wet floor, Audrey's wet face, the wet shorts, that is all
the explanation needed. Audrey was whisked away with the other girls to immediately take a shower.
Wearing only his shoes and soaked shorts, Andrew got marched off to the principal's office.
* * * * *
"What happens if you get another trip to see the principal?" Marcy asks.
"I'll get a suspension that goes on the permanent record."
After dinner and final lessons, Miss Madison called her pupil over to the sink. She has him wash the dishes. Again, the motions of his body
threaten to loosen the towel. Just as he finished up, Marcy grabs and aims the sink's washing spray nozzle at Andrew. Soon the front of him
is thoroughly hosed down and water drips from his hair. Andrew playfully screams. He turns to run for his room. Upon crossing the living
room the front door opens and Andrew's parents walk in.
"Hold your horses. What is going on here?" Mr. Lawrence bellows.
Andrew freezes in place, not knowing what to say. The towel slips off but is grabbed just in time to prevent catastrophe.
"Your son went to take a shower. Then he ran in here all wet getting water all over the kitchen floor. Andrew has a hard time following
directions the first time given to him. He also compared me to a short legged toothless girl. I considered punishing him but wasn't sure
if I had the rights to do so."
The father is furious. "You don't need to wait to tell us. Discipline Andrew in whatever manner you deem appropriate." Mr. Lawrence glares
at his son and shakes his head.
Mom adds her two cents worth, "I agree with my husband. If Andrew does something wrong, something naughty...don't be gentle with him."
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Uh-Oh...Is Andrew going to get a bare-bottomed spanking by Marcy in front of his parents??
Also, we actually did the rope climbing in PeD during my sophomore year in high school (before I was excused for being on a school sanctioned sports team). No one peed themselves to my knowledge, however, at least two boys I know of creamed their shorts during the climb. Depending on how the guy went about the climb, that's a lot of pressure on a teenage boy's crotch.
Also, we actually did the rope climbing in PeD during my sophomore year in high school (before I was excused for being on a school sanctioned sports team). No one peed themselves to my knowledge, however, at least two boys I know of creamed their shorts during the climb. Depending on how the guy went about the climb, that's a lot of pressure on a teenage boy's crotch.
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