My name is Jordan. I'm 19 years old, and I attend a very strange college. It's located on a semi-independent island, where a lot of things go on that would be unacceptable in a normal country. My college, The Ocean Physical Fitness Institute, which we just call Ocean, trains athletes and sports coaches. When I graduate here in three years, I will be in demand as a phys ed teacher.
All of the students here are either in the education track or the athletic performance track. And, needless to say, all of the students here are fine physical specimens. But that's where the similarity ends. Like any educational ecosystem, there are personalities and there are personalities. I'm just an average guy, generally outgoing and friendly. My favorite sport is basketball, but here we are learning the ins and outs of all of the common sports.
Some of my classmates are extremely friendly. But there are a couple who are, to be blunt, assholes. Arrogant bullies. And, wouldn't you know it, those are the best athletes and best looking guys. They get the girls, they get the wins, they get the fun.
So what is strange about this place? Well, because of its emphasis on athletics, there is an obsession with the human body. We all check each other out, locker room and shower time is something to look forward to. And, needless to say, there is a lot of sexy stuff.
And the school knows it. The teachers use it to their advantage, and they are sexy too. So, for example, it's not unheard of for a teacher to order a student to take off some clothes. It's also not unheard of for a teacher to teach a class wearing almost nothing. It's not just a sex thing, it makes sense in the context of the class. For example, in a basics calisthenics class, we need to see how the various exercises affect different muscles.
The college may be coed, but some of the classes are male only. I'm guessing that's partly because of the sexual element of the training.
Don't get me wrong! We are not just having fun, we're working very hard. Graduates of Ocean are highly sought after in elementary and high schools, and even universities. The sexual stuff is not incidental, it's intentional. A strong sex drive is a huge motivator for improved physical condition and athletic achievement. So the school encourages that. At a basic level, the desire to get girls or guys makes you want to be in model-perfect shape.
Another aspect that lends itself towards the sexual is that of discipline and submission. A coach that knows that his team will work as one is a coach that will be successful. For that reason, Ocean teaches the idea that the more intimate team members are with each other, the more cohesive they are. Cohesiveness leads to victories.
That also means that same-sex intimacy is also encouraged. This philosophy goes back to the ancient Greeks, who practiced naked athletics. And it is known that there was a lot of same-sex stuff going on then, too. So that post practice locker room time can also be seen as part of the workout. Some guys walk around with raging hard ons, and then go into the showers. And some other guys will then shower with them, and have fun.
I'm a little more reserved, so I'm not usually looking to parade my nakedness. I'm also a little attracted to guys, but also a little afraid of it. I didn't come here for the sex, I came here for the education. I'm not a prude, so I do kind of like the ambience, but I'm not at the center of it.
But things changed for me a few weeks ago. It was partly my fault, but since then I haven't regretted it. I became front and center in the nudity department in my calisthenics class. It wasn't because I was so great at it, nor was it because I'm so gorgeous. To be honest, there are far better looking guys in the class. It was because I pissed the teacher off.
To be more precise, I insulted the teacher. It was one of those lessons where the teacher was demonstrating muscle building while wearing a bathing suit, and I was starting to fantasize. As I did, I found myself sketching the teacher's body, but without the bathing suit. As I did that, my dick began to grow. This would've been fine, had Brad, an obnoxious bully who sat next to me, not noticed it. But he did, and seeing as he didn't like me that much either, he wasn't prepared to let an opportunity like this pass.
In one swift move, Brad snatched my drawing. He looked at it, looked at me, and grinned. He held it up like a red cloth in front of a bull, and I took the bait. I reached over to grab it, but he pulled it away and allowed it to fall on the floor. At that point, two other guys in the class saw my artwork, and let out audible snickers. All of this commotion, of course, attracted the attention of the teacher, who walked in our general direction.
"What's going on? Do you boys think you're back in high school?" As he now stood, in all of his beautiful bathing suit glory, right by Brad's desk, I became aware of two sensations. A bit of a blush, and a bit more action from below as I got a little turned on by this. Brad made sure that the teacher got the paper, and then the teacher asked who the artist was. A simple thumb point by Brad established my guilt. Little devious smiles on Brad and his buddies accompanied the the teacher's discovery.
He then turned and walked towards the front of the classroom, saying as he went, "Jordan, get up to the front of the class." He said it in that disciplinary tone that every kid knows. For good measure, he added the obligatory "now!" Brad and his friends were loving this. I got up and walked to the front of the class.
"You have a problem with respect, don't you." I was silent, looking a little sheepish and really feeling my blush. But my dick was not going down, and I didn't want that to be seen. Almost as if sensing it, the teacher said "please turn and face the rest of the class."
"Come on, go down," I'm thinking as I tried to quickly hide the erection. But the teacher was insistent. "I said turn around! What's your problem?"
Very embarrassed, humiliated actually, I turned to face the class. The problem was obvious, and drew outright laughter from the class. The teacher came on my side and looked straight at my bulge. "Well you obviously misunderstood that this was a sex class. So for you, that's what it is going to become. Class, do you think that Jordan has a hard on?" Wow, such directness!
"We can't tell," said Brad with a broad grin. His friends chimed in, "No, we can't be sure." Everybody left, including the teacher, knew where this was going, and, to be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. When you have an erection, even sexual humiliation doesn't seem so bad. I just kept silent and waited to see how it was going to play out.
