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HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 1 BY: HOOKED6 During the summer of 1964 I had just turned 13. Things were looking up for me then. My dad had just gotten a big promotion and we just bought a new home in suburbia - with our very own in-ground swimming pool! I had never had much opportunity to engage in beach activities, but the few times I did, I found I really loved the water. Now I was going to live in a home that would allow me to swim ANY TIME I WANTED! I had visions in being the envy of all my friends and hosting many parties around the pool that summer. Yes, things were indeed looking up for me. That is until my mom arranged for swimming lessons at the "Y". I can still recall in vivid detail that fateful day after we just moved into our new home when my mom announced, "Tommy, I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise me that you will not go anywhere NEAR the pool until you finish taking swimming lessons. I had a cousin who drowned when he was your age because he didn't know how to swim and I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you. You MUST NOT go anywhere near the pool, is that understood?" "OK mom, but, swimming lessons?" I replied. "How, I mean when or well, you know. . .from whom?" I could sense she understood how anxious I was to get into the pool. "Well, Tommy, I figured you wouldn't want to wait too long. It turns out there is a class that you can take at the local YMCA. I have already registered you for the class and you can start tomorrow." said my mom. I was very glad that there wasn't going to be a delay, but I must have thought of a million questions. I really wanted to do those pool parties. I could just see me being the most popular kid in class by the time school started in the fall. "How long until the classes are over?" I asked inquisitively. My mom said that from what she understood from talking with the man at the "Y" there was no set number of classes. Each class lasted about an hour. I would continue to take the classes until I mastered every step in the program and received my certificate of completion. The exact number of classes would depend on how quickly I caught on. "AW MOM!" I protested. "That might take months. The summer will be over before I could do that." "Stop your complaining," said my mom. "I figured you would be in a hurry. As it turns out there is a class that meets every day, rather than the regular classes at night that meet only once a week. If you work hard you should be done in no time!" I reluctantly gave in to her and agreed to stay away from the pool until I graduated. The next afternoon my mom called for me announcing that it was time to go. She grabbed a bag stuffed with my swimsuit and towel and stuff and we were off. I had never been to the YMCA before. It was a huge place. They had basketball courts, and a huge indoor pool area. We checked in at the front office. My mom filled out a bunch of forms and paid the fees. The man at the desk introduced himself as Coach Johnson. He told us that he was one of the instructors and explained how the program worked and the number of levels I had to complete before finishing the program. My mom seemed most reassured after hearing all the skills I would master in the course. When he was through, he turned to me and said, "Are you ready to get started young man?" I enthusiastically shook my head yes! He smiled and said, "Then follow me." My mom yelled, "Wait, you forgot your bag!" The coach turned to my mom and looked at the bag. "Oh, he won't need a towel, Mrs. Temple, The "Y" supplies him with a locker, a showering area, towels and such." The coach put his hand on my shoulder and turned me toward the locker area. "But what about his swimsuit?" asked my mom. I had forgotten all about that. I instinctively turned to get it when I heard Coach Johnson say, 'Oh he won't need that either. All the boys swim without one. It's a guy thing. See you at 3:00." and he marched me away. I couldn't believe I heard him correctly. "The guys all swim without suits? You mean naked?" I asked incredulously. The coach just laughed. "Why of course silly. You aren't afraid of being around a bunch of other guys are you?" When he put it that way, I guess it WAS silly of me to worry about that. Once in the locker room I was shown where to put my clothes. "You had better hurry, Tommy. Class was supposed to start already. I need to get out to the pool. After you've stripped off, come out and join us." With that, he left me alone. I heard the shouts and laughter of many boys around the corner out in the pool area get quiet as the coach called everyone to order. I quickly undressed and stood alone for a minute. It felt weird to be naked in a public place. I looked down at my scant pubic hair and developing penis and felt a little self-conscious. I began to get a little nervous about this whole ordeal. Suddenly I heard a whistle blow and the sound of splashing in the water. I figured class must have started. I didn't want to be late on my first day so I scampered around the corner. As I entered the pool area I was surprised to see how BIG the pool was. It was huge. There were several groups of boys in each corner of the pool doing different activities. I spotted coach and went over to him. "I'm ready coach." I said as I bent down and started to put my foot in the water. "Oh, sorry Tommy. You're not in my group yet. This is the Beginner group." I was confused. "But, I AM a beginner." I protested. Coach laughed a bit and said, "It might seem like you should be in the Beginner group, but actually, you have to work UP to Beginner. You must start with the TADPOLE group. Go see Coach Karen in the far right corner." He then pointed to a small group of naked boys standing along a wall. Embarrassed at my mistake, I quickly took off toward the group. It was then that reality hit home. COACH KAREN?! I stopped dead in my tracks. Sure enough, standing with her back toward me was a GIRL!! She was lecturing to the group of boys. I couldn't believe it! A GIRL. HERE at the YMCA?! I stood frozen for a few minutes. Coach Johnson saw me standing still and I guess must have thought I was lost. "That's the right group, Tommy. Go on before you miss too much." He shouted. I slowly walked like a condemned man toward his own execution. I couldn't stand naked in front of a GIRL! I noticed that all the boys in her group were around 7 or 8 years old or so. They were all little kids. In fact as I looked around the entire pool I noticed that they were ALL little kids. What was I doing here? I was 13! I was, well - I was a man, I thought! I felt an uneasy sensation stirring in my groin and I dropped my hands in front of me nonchalantly trying not to draw attention to myself. Coach Karen heard me approach and, turning, said, "Oh, you must be Tommy. Welcome! Coach Johnson told me all about you. I'm Coach Karen and this is the Tadpole group. Class, say hello to Tommy." With that everyone said, "Hi Tommy! like a bunch of first-graders. Hell they WERE first-graders, some of them anyway. " I felt soooo stupid! I took my place at the end of the line facing toward the pool while Coach Karen continued explaining what we were going to do that day. It was bad enough that I had to suffer the humiliation of standing naked before a girl, but why did she have to be so young and so pretty! I figured she was maybe 21 or so. She had on a red one-piece bathing suit. Even so, she had plenty of curves in all the right places. I was glad that I had kept my hands down in front of me. "The purpose of the Tadpole group is to teach you some of the fundamentals of learning to move and survive in the water. Some of these skills you will build on later in the Beginner group and ultimately in the Life Safety Swimmer's and even more so in the Competitive group. Not all of you will progress at the same rate. Some of the older boys will undoubtedly move on ahead of the rest of you. Don't be discouraged. It's not how fast you move on, but how well you master each skill." Upon hearing that, all the smaller kids immediately looked at me. I stuck out my chest as if to emphasize that I was going to leave them in my dust. . . like yesterday. I wanted out of THIS group ASAP! Karen continued, "Everyone carefully get into the pool." The pool was pretty shallow. The little kids all quickly got in. Dumbfounded, I found myself still standing along the wall. Coach Karen smiled at me and said in a sweet voice, "It's alright. Don't be shy." I was embarrassed at her comment and was red-faced as I got into the pool. We all stood facing the ledge of the pool and Coach Karen. The water covered the little kids up past their waists. On me, it was barely above my knees. At least THEY had their dicks covered by the shimmering water while I stood totally exposed. I must have looked really stupid to her. "I want each of you to pay close attention so you can learn from each other. Today we will learn how to properly kick and get used to having your face in the water " She said. She waded over to the first boy in line and told him to stretch out his arms over his head and lock his thumbs. After he did this, she took one hand and placed it on his belly around his naval and the other hand above his knees. "Now just relax," she told him. In one quick motion she lifted him onto his stomach and held him flat in the water. The little boy's face turned to the side in order to breathe as she held him fast for a minute or so. "Very GOOD!" she praised the lad and guided him toward the ledge of the pool. "Now hold onto the ledge," she instructed. The little boy grabbed hold and held on for dear life. While supporting him at his naval and thighs she instructed, "Now I want you to slowly kick, first with your left leg, then with your right, while holding on to the ledge." The little boy enthusiastically flailed away with his legs creating a tremendous splashing. After a few directions from Karen, he was carefully doing it very well, slowly moving his legs up and down. Karen gradually moved her left hand away from his thighs and then removed her right hand from underneath his bellybutton. The little boy was kicking away supporting himself with little effort. "THAT'S WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed. She patted the little boy on the butt and told him to stop and get back in line. One by one she did the same thing to each boy. I was in mortal fear of what would happen when she got to me. I mean this was kid's stuff! But that wasn't what I was really afraid of. Knew that if I did as the others, Coach Karen would see me - All OF ME. Oh God. . . please let the class end!