HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 3 BY: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) Copyright September 1, 2000 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. HUMILIATED AT THE YMCA - PART 3 BY: Hooked6 I quietly made my way past Coach Johnson toward the locker room. Even though I had spent over an hour nude in a pool with a bunch of other younger boys, I still wasn't used to being naked in such a public place. I was glad that this whole experience was about to come to an end. As I entered the locker area the noise was almost deafening. The air was filled with the laughter and yelling of the boys as they toweled off and got dressed. Though the thought of my humiliating exposure of my erection to Coach Karen was still fresh in my mind, I began to relax a little as my penis was now normal in size. Walking past the rows of boys in various stages of dress, knowing I was soon to be on my way home, I felt a little more secure with my own nakedness. That is - until I turned the last corner of lockers approaching my own and saw a little boy's mom standing next to my locker helping her son get dressed! WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE? I wondered. I froze in my tracks. I turned around and thought I could wander away out of sight until she left. That's when I spied other mom's coming into the locker room to fetch their sons! I was trapped. This couldn't be I thought. This was the BOYS locker room! Then I got a worse thought - what if MY mom was on her way in? I started to panic. Just then Coach Johnson came into the room and saw me standing there. "Forget where your locker is Tommy?" he asked. Not knowing what to say I shook my head yes. "It's right over here, just follow me," He said helpfully. Somehow the site of a strong male figure helped to calm me a little. I stopped walking and said, "Coach? What are all these LADIES doing in the BOY'S locker room?" Coach Johnson replied, "Oh they are just mom's like your own. We allow them to come in and help their sons get ready since many of the boys are so young." "BUT. . . BUT, we are all NAKED! AND. . . they're GIRLS!" I protested. Coach just laughed and said, "I would venture to say that they have seen it all before. After all, they're just moms. Don't let it bother you. Here you go, Tommy, number 124. It's your locker I think." With that he turned and left me standing naked next to this young mom helping her 6 year-old son put his underwear on. I was so embarrassed. The mom was standing with her back toward me thank goodness. I started to open my locker in the hope that I could get dressed before she saw me. I was so much older than these younger boys. I wasn't a kid - I was almost 14!! It wasn't the same with me. These may be moms but these were also LITTLE boys they were helping! I had developed much more. I was, well you know, different. I was - hell I was almost a man! I was trying to be really quiet so as not to attract attention. I couldn't help noticing the woman was wearing a yellow skirt that was just above her knees. My mom hardly ever wore skirts. I felt a stirring in my penis as I tried not to concentrate on the fact that I was standing naked almost a foot away from a total stranger - a woman no less! My heart was racing once again and my fingers became a clumsy bunch of sticks. I was shaking so hard someone might have thought I was freezing to death. HURRY-UP I scolded myself mentally! I tried to sneak close to the locker to shield myself as I fumbled with the latch and my penis involuntarily jerked reminding me of how vulnerable I was! Please don't let anyone else see me, PLEASE, I silently begged. The locker door made a sound as I opened it that caught her attention. "Oh, hello!" the lady said in a welcoming voice as she turned toward me. "I didn't know they had older boys in this class. I'm Eddie's mom. Pleased to meet you," she said as she held out her hand. I was still facing my locker. I couldn't very well shake her hand and stay facing the way I was. I knew I was doomed. The sound of her voice caused my cock to start to swell and the thought of having another woman see me naked was having an effect on me. I quickly turned to shake her hand, figuring that I had better get this over with before I was fully erect. I turned toward her and placed my hand in hers. My penis was sticking straight out, parallel to the floor - but at least it wasn't completely hard. Feeling the warmth of her feminine hand in mine caused my cock to start to climb skyward - right before her eyes! I quickly shook her hand and said, "Hello" in a rather meek voice. The lady kept hold of my hand while asking, "What's your name?" I tried to graciously pull my hand away but it was held firm in her grasp. "Tommy," I replied quickly, hoping that would satisfy her and she would let go. She looked at me with a smile and while she said, "It's nice to meet you," I saw her glance down at my now erect cock! "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Eddie really likes these lessons, and I'm sure YOU are enjoying them too," she said with a musical tone to her voice. I stood there like a stupid idiot - my cock sticking straight up now pointing toward the ceiling - holding this lady's hand in mid air. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes then she let go when her son tugged at her skirt. I was really humiliated. That's twice I had pulled a boner in front of a lady. I prayed that none of the other boys would see my shame. I hated my body!! As soon as she turned to help him, I quickly grabbed the first thing I was able to reach in my locker. Unfortunately it was my T-shirt, which did little to completely shield my condition from any onlookers. No sooner had I pulled it over my head than I heard another lady's voice come up from behind me and say to the little boy next to me, "Hi Eddie. Have fun today." Another woman! I knew she could see my bare butt below my T- shirt! I could almost feel her eyes on my backside. I just KNEW she was staring at it. I can't let her see me too I thought! I was really aroused now and felt pressure building between my legs. I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and put them on. As I fumbled to retrieve my pants from the locker I felt a hand on my back. It was Eddie's mom. She was introducing me to the lady explaining how I was taking classes with her son. It was all too much for me. I came right in my shorts! My cock was pulsating as I heard them talk about me - over and over again shooting hot liquid into my white cotton briefs. OH GOD! I hope they didn't realize what I was doing as they were talking right behind me! Even though my cock was creaming my underwear soaking wet, I bent over with my back still to them and slid my pants on - hurriedly zipping them up! Just in time too as just then Eddie's mom started to turn me around to meet her friend! I was standing before these two ladies with very wet underwear beneath my pants, face flushed and my heart galloping a mile-a-minute! I didn't dare look down to see if it was noticeable to them. Suddenly, it was so warm in that locker room. My face was starting to perspire and I felt lightheaded. I just wanted to get out of there! I bid this new lady hello and grabbed my shoes and walked out of the room barefoot! My mom was waiting in the front reception area. She was somewhat surprised that I was Barefoot. I explained it by saying that I didn't want to make her wait as I had lost track of time. She laughed and told me that we had plenty of time for me to put on my shoes. Sitting in the front seat on the drive home, I was painfully aware of the dampness in my shorts! I felt liquid dribble down between my legs as we drove. I lived in mortal dread that I would be discovered. Even though I was covered, I was certain that my mom somehow could see what I had done. I would just DIE if my own mom ever found out that I came in my shorts! What would I say to her to explain this? I cursed every red light that we encountered on the way home! I couldn't wait to get home so that I could change. I was so nervous I hardly said a word. My mom must have sensed something was amiss as she kept asking me if I was OK. "I'm just ah, tired. . .from all the exercise. . . you know," I said. That seemed to satisfy her. I couldn't believe I had to do it all again tomorrow!