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They are called Speedo aquatic athletic wear. "Ma'am, these are the official swim trunks for the Olympic games. One said that it wasn't right that they should be dressed like that, especially not in front of the girls of the group. Our chaperones were both obviously rather upset. I had thought about someone yanking down my trunks, so I wore underwear, and I was so glad! And that made something happen inside my trunks that I really didn't want happening right there and right then! these guys were showing off everything they had! I mean, I could see. But the two younger guys, who looked like they were in high school, their trunks were. The two older guys were wearing ones like ours. there was no mistaking they were guys! Jeff and I were both wearing ones like most guys wore: square -legged shorts that went to about mid-thigh. They were nothing more than just underwear! I could see. Two of the men were wearing tight, remarkably small swimming trunks. Sanderson herded us inside and to the end of the pool, where four men and two women waited. Our church leaders were two ladies who often were chaperones or or bible class teachers. The place was amazing! Huge! It made me feel small and weak. The three of them led the way, giggling and laughing, and I followed, frowning and silent, along the smaller kids, who were also already enjoying themselves. It had been like that since as far back as I could remember, and it was like that as we spent our first moments together inside the high school. So Jeff got all the girls' attentions, and I was ignored. I was skinny compared to the athletic, muscular Jeff.
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I was at least three inches shorter, had plain brown hair with some red hints in it, freckles, smaller lips and jaw, and gray eyes with just a little blue hints. He was a good athlete, and going to be a high school stud. And his body was to die for! He was my age, fourteen, but taller and broader and stronger. Lots of light, sandy-blond hair, big blue eyes, nice, big, luscious, red lips, white teeth, and a firm jaw. Jeff wasn't a very nice guy, but he was a very nice looking guy. To be totally honest, I would have loved to have kissed Jeff. To be honest, I would rather have kissed Jeff than the girls. Jeff was always making eyes and acting like a goofus around the girls. There was also Sally and Kathy, two girls our age, the rest were younger. So Jeff was the only other guy my age in the group for the swimming lessons. His family had more money than mine, and he acted like he was my better, even in church. He was also going to the high school as a freshman in the fall. There were ten of us in my group, and I was one of the oldest, along with Jeff. If you were under ten, you went with the kids group last week. The church group was for kids ten to fourteen. Like everyone there, I was in swim trunks and shoes, and had a towel over my shoulders. This time I was right in front of the building, nerves almost humming. So a week later, Mom and I pulled up in front of the building I had seen a million times as we had driven past it on the way in and out of town. I asked my parents, and since it was offered by the church as an outing, they said sure. I knew that swimming was a mandatory course, and I didn't want to have to learn in front of the other students. I could have waited for high school to start, but I thought it would be good for me to check out the school before I went there in the fall as a freshman. Besides, it was so far outside town you needed to know someone with a car to get there. I would liked to have gone swimming at the old quarry outside town, but the older kids sort of owned it, and any of us younger kids caught anywhere near it were hassled badly. There were no big creeks or rivers where I lived - the whole town was a high school and a golf course, that's about it. I got a chance to take a swimming course at the high school that was offered by the church. It was summer vacation, just before high school. Jeremy's Swimming Lessons by Smokr Chapter 1