Penis Inspection Day is a physical health inspection mandated by the government for boys around the age of thirteen that is carried out by schools. The boys' sexual anatomy is examined by the school staff, often by the school nurse or the gym teacher. The whole subject is infamous among the boys in my school, and the source of many, many rumors that are most likely fake, like how you supposedly get a handjob during the procedure or that they have you wank yourself to completion so they can see if you ejaculate and how much. I really didn't know what to expect when the day came for mine.

I'm Jamie, a 13-year-old boy and a member of my school's soccer and baseball teams. I've recently entered puberty, which I find challenging due to being detrimentally horny all the time. On the bright side, my penis has grown bigger and I have a whole three wisps of pubic hair now. Being an athlete in the making, I had a slim, toned body and due to my youth my skin was unblemished and supple.

I was constantly battling my raging hormones that demanded I engage in non-stop sex, which I obviously couldn't. In maths class, in English class, and especially in gym class. Now, I certainly wasn't gay—I think—but it's just natural for boys my age and in my stage of development to get curious about the anatomy of my peers. Gym showers had become exciting and awkward at the same time, and it took great willpower on my part to focus on just scrubbing myself free of sweat from the exercise instead of looking at the bodies of the other boys.

Much of my free time was now spent releasing all my pubescent sexual energy in the form of spanking the monkey, chocking the chicken, beating the meat, or wrangling the snake. I had masturbated to every conceivable fantasy involving the girls in my class or the hot, female teachers we had. I took great care not to let my thoughts wander off to the other boys in my class or teams, or our coach Michael, because I didn't want to be gay.

Coach Michael was my school's gym teacher and the coach and manager for the soccer team, the swim team, and the baseball team. He was a twenty-something athelete that was like a cool uncle or big brother to me and the rest of the boys in his teams, and we looked up to him with pure adoration. He was really supportive and fair to all of us, and his fatherly advice had carried me on many occasions over the years.

He had a short blonde hair and the physique of a greek god, which I and the rest of the boys were aspiring towards under his guidance. He wasn't shy of showing off his athletic body, though I guess I was ashamed to admit how much I liked looking at it. I told myself it was just so I knew what I was working to get, but deep down I knew that wasn't the only reason.

Around coach Michael, my buddies and I felt safe. We knew he had our backs and he was genuinely interested in us, going above and beyond his duty to us as our coach. Everyone on his teams knew he was the best teacher in the whole school because of it. I was especially fond of him, since I had long felt I was his favourite, and although he would deny it in front of the others, he didn't really make any serious effort to dispel that notion. While it definitely wasn't the case, someone else might think I had a crush on him!