Oh boy! Gym teacher stories. Here's mine.

My junior high gym teacher was short stocky (but not fat), blond, hairy man in his late 20s. He had a terrible reputation of being almost cruel to anyone who wasn't a star athlete (which is hard to be when you're in 7th grade). Nevertheless, he terrified most of the kids who weren't athletic, including myself. He was a name calling bully -- it wouldn't be tolerated today, but this was 35 years ago. I was clearly a target of his comments, because I was tall, skinny, gangly, uncoordinated, and lacked any athletic skills whatsoever. For about the first 2 months of 7th grade, he never took a shower with us. Then finally, we began swimming , which was nude. We had to shower before, then stand in line shivering while he waited to unlock the door to the pool.

That was the last time he made fun of me, because while I may have been the geekiest, skinniest 7th grader that God ever put on the planet, I had this relatively huge cock that put him and every one of his treasured jock boys to shame.

He never was mean to me after that first day of swimming, and after that day, he also made it a habit of showering with our class. What a closet case.

He's now this elderly harmless man, who never married, but probably lived a frustrating life being a closeted gym teacher in a small Iowa town. He never fooled me for a second.