“Now boys, moving right along, we need to continue on with your orientation,” I said to the group. “Who remembers what Mr. Moore said about your P.E. uniform and what kind of underwear was required?”

I looked out upon the group of boys and no hands went up.

“Anyone? Nobody remembers what he said? Do we have to go over all of the rules again?”

Just then one boy raised his hand.

“Tim Meyers, is it? What did Mr. Moore say?” I asked the boy.

“Yes, Miss Evans, he said that we had to wear an athletic supporter,” Tim said.

“Good, and exactly how are you to wear it?”

“I, I don’t know what you mean, Miss Evans,” Tim replied.

“Are you supposed to wear it beneath your regular underwear or over it, Tim?”

“Neither one, Miss Evans, he said that’s all you wear under your shorts, instead of your regular underwear.”

“That’s absolutely correct, Tim,” I replied. “Now, have you ever worn an athletic supporter before, Tim?”

“Um, no Miss Evans.”

“How about the rest of you boys, who has worn one before?” I asked.

There are usually one or two boys that raise their hands to that question. But this year, not a single hand was raised.

“No one?” I asked again, scanning the group of boys.

“Well, that’s actually not a surprise to me, since none of you have participated in any high school sports. For that reason, we’re going to go over this together as a group to make sure that all of you boys know the proper way to wear one.”

I heard some moaning and complaining from the group.

“Quiet down boys. Mr. Moore issued all of you a supporter in your size, so first of all I want all of you to retrieve it. Don’t try to put it on just yet, just get it and unfold it to see what it looks like.”

As I watched, the boys all turned toward their lockers and picked up the Bike #10 supporter that they had been given. They all began to inspect it as if it was some kind of strange alien device, which it was to them. They carefully opened up the small bundle of cloth that had been neatly folded and saw that it had what they recognized as a waist band. Sewn to the waist band was a semi-elastic pouch of clingy, knitted material, which had two elastic straps sewn to the bottom of it. Those two straps were then sewn to the opposite side of the waist band. Many of the boys were tugging on the straps and then letting them go to discover just how elastic they were. Others seemed to be concentrating their investigation on the knitted pouch, somehow instinctively knowing that this was the most important and intimate part of the device. They ran their fingers across the pouch to see how it felt against their skin, and stretched it across their hand to see how it clung to and molded its shape to whatever body part it covered.

“Now, boys, let me have your attention again,” I said. “Go ahead and face the middle of the aisle again.”

As I watched, the boys all turned their backs to their lockers and faced the middle.

“Let me address one thing right from the start. Mr. Moore was correct that the proper name for this piece of clothing is an athletic supporter. That is the more dignified name that you should always use when there are ladies present. And boys, that includes any time you have a co-ed class with the girls. But just to let you know, I personally think it’s cumbersome to say athletic supporter all the time, so I call it by its slang name jockstrap! That term doesn’t offend me at all, and I’m sure Mr. Moore is OK with it too. You will hear us call it a jockstrap, a jock, or sometimes just a strap. When you hear any of those terms, you know that we are referring to the item that you are holding in your hands right now. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Evans,” the boys answered.

Jake raised his hand with a question.

“Yes, what is it Jake,” I said to him.

“Um, Miss Evans, I don’t understand. You said this is all we’re supposed to wear under our shorts, but it doesn’t really look like underwear to me. I mean, it looks like it’s just some kind of belt to hold up our underwear.”

“Well, Jake,” I said in reply, “that’s why we’re going over this right now. We realize that putting on a jockstrap isn’t something you boys are accustomed to doing. Now, I’m going to need two volunteers for a demonstration, and Jake, since you’re concerned about how to wear it, you can be my first volunteer. Go ahead and step out into the middle of the aisle and face this way.”

As all of us watched, Jake took a couple of steps forward and moved into the middle of the aisle. He started to walk toward me before I stopped him.

“That’s fine right there Jake. Since you’re the last boy in your row, you can just stand there at the end near your locker.”

Jake took a few steps back and was now standing near his locker, but in the middle of the aisle between the two rows of boys.

“And I need one more volunteer,” I said. I scanned the group of boys looking for my next volunteer. I knew I wouldn’t actually get any of them to volunteer, so I simply chose someone.

“Let’s have Jim Johnson help us out today. Come down here by me, Jim,” I ordered.

I watched Jim reluctantly step out of line and walk down the middle of the aisle until he reached my position, his erection bouncing up and down with each step that he took.

“Good, now turn around Jim and face the other boys.”

My volunteers were now in position in the middle of the aisle between the two rows of boys. One of them was at each end of the group and they were both facing the other boys.

“Alright. First of all I want to show you boys the main reason why you need to always wear a jockstrap in class. Jake and Jim, I want both of you to start running in place, right now. Go ahead and start.”

The two boys began to run in place.

“And boys, I want you all to watch what happens to them as they run.”

As Jake and Jim both continued to run in place, all of the other boys intently watched them. Their attention was obviously focused on their genitals and all of the bouncing that was occurring.

“Alright stop running boys,” I said.

The two boys stopped and looked relieved that their duty as a volunteer was over. But little did they know that we were just getting started.

“Now I want you both to start doing jumping jacks. Start now,” I ordered.

Jim and Jake now began to do the scissor-like movement associated with jumping jacks. Each time they jumped, their penis and testicles violently bounced up and down. This was especially pronounced with Jim since he was still sporting an erection. I looked at the other boys and saw that they were still intently watching Jake and Jim. I waited a few more seconds before stopping their activity.

“Alright, boys, you can stop now. Just stand still.”

The two boys immediately stopped their exercise. As I looked down at Jim, I noticed that the physical activity seemed to be having an effect on his erection. It looked like it was finally starting to wane.

“Now boys, what did you observe when Jake and Jim were running and doing jumping jacks?” I asked.

Tim immediately raised his hand.

“Yes, Tim, what did you see?”

“Their dick and balls, um, sorry, I mean their penis and testicles were bouncing up and down,” Tim said.

“That’s right. And by the way, you won’t offend me if you want to use slang terms for your genitals. Believe me, I think I’ve heard every possible name for them. Dick and balls, cock and balls – it’s all OK with me. I use those terms too.”

Several of the boys smiled and seemed please that they were allowed to use those terms in class. Personally, I didn’t care what they called the various parts of their own anatomy. After all, I wasn’t trying to coddle these boys and turn them into a bunch of pussies. Part of my job was to turn these boys into young men and they certainly wouldn’t get there if they were afraid to use a common term like dick or cock.

“And would any of you like to bounce around like that for a full two hour P.E. class?” I paused for dramatic effect. “No, I don’t think so. It looked uncomfortable at best, and maybe even a little painful if you do it long enough. That’s the most important thing that a jockstrap does, boys. It holds your dick and balls up nice and tight against your body so they don’t bounce around like that.”

I now turned to John who was standing right next to Jake.

“Mr. Moore, will you please show these boys how to put on their jockstraps?”

“Yes, of course, Miss Evans,” John answered. “Let me have your strap for a minute, Jake.”

Jake handed him the jockstrap which John held up for the crowd of boys to see.

“As you may have figured out already, this part is the waist band. So once you pull this all the way up into position, that part should be snugly around your waist. Now these two straps go on your backside.”

He turned Jake’s strap around to show the boys where the straps were sewn into the waist band.

“And you can think of this open area here that is created by the straps as the holes for your legs.”

He stuck his hand through the void that was formed to the left and right of the rear straps.

“See, it’s just like the leg holes in your briefs. And this part, the pouch – well, that goes in the front and is what holds your dick and balls.”

He pulled on the stretchy material of the pouch before handing the strap back to Jake.

“Now boys, pay attention as Jake and Jim pull on their straps. We’ll do this one step at a time so you all get it right.”

John looked at Jake who was simply standing there with his jockstrap in hand and seemed shocked that he was once again the center of attention. Likewise, Jim had a look of embarrassment and disgust on his face, knowing that the other boys were about to watch him stuff his semi-erect cock into his jockstrap.

“Alright Jake and Jim, first you pull the waist band open, and then you step into it, placing your feet where I showed you. Go ahead and do just that -- don’t pull it up yet.”

We all watched as the two boys bent over and stepped into their jockstraps. Jake got his feet into the right holes the first time and just stood there with the waist band of his jockstrap around his ankles. Jim got his left foot in correctly but had his right foot in the wrong area. After some coaching from John, Jim corrected his mistake and was now in the same position with the jockstrap around his ankles.

“Good, that’s the most important part, getting your feet in correctly. Now you boys can go ahead and pull your strap up to your waist. As you do, you’ll see how the front pouch goes right over your dick and balls, and pulls them up tight against your body. And at the same time, you’ll feel the two straps in the back pull nice and tight against your butt.”

The two boys pulled their jockstraps up, covering their manhood in the process.

“Now boys, notice that Jake and Jim both have their dick’s pointing up in their strap. Obviously since Jim is still a little hard, he really didn’t have a choice – he really can only bend one way right now and that’s up.”

All of the boys now looked at Jim who was seriously tenting the front of his pouch.

“But if you’re still soft, like Jake here, you’ve got a choice. You can decide to point up or down. Right now Jake is pointing up. Go ahead and turn to your side Jake, to show the boys what that looks like.”

Jake turned a quarter turn to his left and let the boys see him in profile. From the prominent bulge in the front of his jockstrap, it was clear that he was pointing up.

“Now turn the other way.” Jake turned 180 degrees and faced the other way, showing his profile from the other side.

“Now, reach in there Jake and point your dick down. I want to show the boys what that looks like.”

Jake reluctantly did as ordered, pulling the front of his waist band away from his body with his left hand, and then reaching in and adjusting himself with his right.

“Good, now see the difference boys? Turn to your left and show the boys, Jake.”

Jake turned in profile once again.

“Now Jake’s bulge doesn’t look as prominent as before, but instead, he looks longer. Which way feels better Jake?”

“Um, I don’t know, Mr. Moore,” Jake mumbled.

“Well, feel free to go either way, boys – whichever way feels better to you. Sometimes you might start out one way and then have to switch later. And boys, noticed that for both Jake and Jim, their pouch is nice and tight against their body. As you’ll all find out when you put your own strap on, the material is very stretchy and tight and almost clings to your dick and balls – that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Now, turn around boys, let’s see your backsides.”

Jake and Jim now turned around to show the other boys their bare asses.

“As you can see, there’s no backside to these things – it’s just the two rear straps that are attached to the bottom of the pouch. Bend over boys, so they can see where it’s attached.” Jake and Jim both bent over, allowing the other boys to see where the bottom of the pouch was sewn to the ends of the two rear straps. And in the process, they exposed their puckered pink ass holes to the other boys again.

“Alright, you boys can stand up now and go back in line in front of your lockers,” John said to them.

“Any questions, boys?”

John paused to see if anyone was brave enough to ask a question. After a few seconds, Tim raised his hand.

“Yes, Tim, what is it?” John said. “Why do they have to look like that, without a back on them?” asked Tim.

“Good question, Tim,” John replied. “I can think of a couple of good reasons why they’re designed that way. First, they’re designed to support your dick and balls, so having just the strap without a back on them allows those rear straps to pull nice and tight against your body. If there was more material in the back, it would be more difficult to keep everything pulled up as tightly. Second, without a back on them, any sweat that you build up during exercise will more easily evaporate. If you were wearing your briefs and you sweated a lot, your seat would get all wet and it would take a lot longer to dry out. And finally, greater freedom of movement. If you were wearing briefs, or worse yet, boxers, they tend to get all wadded up and generally in the way when you’re moving a lot. With just the strap held tightly against your body, there’s almost no material to get in the way, so it’s much easier to move around. Does that make sense?” Tim nodded yes.

“Any other questions?”

“Alright then, thank you Mr. Moore,” I said. “Boys, I want everyone to go ahead and put your jockstrap on right now. Then quietly stand in front of your locker once you’re ready. Mr. Moore and I will do a quick check to make sure it fits correctly.”

John and I watched as the boys all bent over and began to step into their jockstraps. Most of them got their feet positioned correctly on the first try, but a few of them made several attempts before getting it right. One by one, the boys pulled their jockstraps up to their waist. I watched as each boy pulled the stretchy material of the pouch tightly over their manhood. Some of the boys turned around and faced their locker as they pulled their jockstrap into position. For those boys, I saw the rear straps being pulled up until they made contact with and framed their bare ass. Several of the boys were reaching into the front of their jockstraps and adjusting themselves, trying to decide exactly which position felt more comfortable to them. I momentarily turned my attention to Nurse Draper and saw that she was just a few feet away and was smiling as she closely watched the boys pull on their jockstraps.

“Alright boys, once you’re ready, stand in front of your locker. Mr. Moore and I need to make sure everything fits correctly.”

As the boys all lined up in front of their lockers, John and I began to walk down the line to inspect the fit of their new athletic equipment. One by one, we checked each boy, making sure that the waist band was the correct size for them, not too tight or too loose. We observed the pouch, sometimes giving it a tug or two to make sure it was tight enough to support their young manhood but not too tight so as to cause discomfort. After reviewing the first row of boys, it was time to check the back straps.

“Turn around boys,” I said to the first row, “we need to make sure those back straps are doing their job.”

The row of boys reluctantly turned around and faced their lockers.

“Now bend over and touch the floor,” I added.

As the row of boys all bent over at once, John and I went down the line and checked their rear straps. We gave each one a tug to make sure it was pulled tight against their butt, but not so tight that it was digging into their bare skin.

“Alright boys, you can stand up again.”

John and I now started our inspection of the second row of boys. They had been watching our inspection of the other boys and knew what to expect. As we did before, we checked the fit of the jockstrap on each boy. As I came to Tim Meyers, I immediately noticed that his bulge was very pronounced. He appeared to be sporting a fairly large erection that he had pointing down in his jockstrap. Since Tim was the boy that was asking a lot of questions earlier, I know I would have noticed it before. This was definitely a new development for Tim, likely caused by just pulling on his jockstrap.

“Getting a little excited, Tim?” I asked him. “From the look of things, your jockstrap must feel pretty good.”

“Um, no Miss Evans, I mean, sorry, Miss Evans, it just happened,” Tim mumbled to me in reply. “It’s just that when I pulled it up, the pouch was really tight against, um, my body and, um – well, it just happened.”

“That’s OK, Tim, nothing to be ashamed of,” I said, “erections happen all the time in P.E., it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Boys, I was just reminded that there’s one thing that Mr. Moore forgot to mention about your jockstraps,” I said to the entire group. “When you pull one on, it’s going to pull your dick and balls up nice and tight against your body. And it’s totally understandable that it may feel pretty good when you do that. So good that you might actually get an erection. If you do, like Tim just did, don’t worry about it. That’s just the way your bodies work.”

I saw that a number of the boys turned to look at Tim. Others in the group were simply smiling after my comment. John and I continued to move down the line checking the other boys. We came to Andrew Smith who was still struggling to get his jockstrap to cover his massive manhood. He had his jockstrap pulled all the way up to his waist, but his extra-large dick and balls were having issues staying within the pouch.

“It looks like you need a bigger size, Andrew,” John said to him.

“Yes, sir, I think so,” the boy answered.

“Hang on a second, let me grab you the next size,” John replied. “Go ahead and peel that one off.”

John now sprinted down the aisle to where the boxes of jockstraps were kept and retrieved the next size. As he did, Andrew pulled the jockstrap he was wearing down and off of his body and was standing nude before me once again. John now arrived with the larger size strap.

“Here, try this one,” he said to Andrew.

Andrew stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. This time, the pouch was able to hold his ample manhood. His large balls and long, thick dick were still clearly visible in the pouch, but at least the boy wasn’t bursting at the seams anymore.

“How does that feel, Andrew,” asked John.

“Better, sir, it’s not as tight now,” Andrew answered.

“Well, the waist band is a little loose now,” John said, “but I don’t know that we have a choice, you certainly can’t wear the smaller one.”

After reviewing the last of the boys, it was time to see their backsides.

“Go ahead and turn around boys, and reach for the ground,” I said to the second row of boys.

In unison, the boys turned around and bent over. John and I checked the rear straps as we did with the first row of boys, making sure they weren’t too loose or too tight.

“OK, you can all stand up and turn back around.” The second row of boys all stood up and once again faced the middle of the aisle.