After A Swim in the Boys' Changing Rooms

Every Tuesday afternoon we would all troop back in, dripping wet and exhausted from an hour's hard work. We all came from different schools so none of the boys were really close but we bonded over the competition of swimming and the games in the changing rooms afterwards! Some of the boys would peel off their tight trunks almost immediately, and immediately busied themselves drying off. They clearly enjoyed being naked, and certainly liked to show off (even if there was no sign of puberty to show as of yet). I for one was not so confident, and at first retired to the corner to dry off hidden behind my towel. However, when I was feeling more confident, I would emerge, walk across the room towards the urinals, and halfway across the room pull the front of my trunks down to expose my penis in "preparation". As I strutted the last few metres, I could keenly feel the fresh air on my penis, and felt a sense of liberation - I didn't care who saw it. For any who cared to watch, I would stop opposite the urinal, a good half yard away, and again pull my trunks down further, and then hold up my penis. I pull back the foreskin slowly, exposing the soft slightly wrinkled head, and then set my stance for urination. Giving the penis a short stroke as if to prepare, I would then let the urine rise up and erupt out, standing at such a distance from the urinal that the shaft, head and stream of pee would be visible across the room. Although I did not really get erections at that time, my penis would swell a little as I waited for the pee to come out, and it certainly took a little more effort than usual. When I ended, I would shake the last few drops, turn to the room, and then - as if an afterthought - tuck the penis back inside the trunks. I walked back across the room, proud of my little show. By this time, most of the boys had finished drying and would start fooling around, throwing goggles across the room, their flaccid penises brazenly swinging as they danced around. At this point, most of the guys were stripping off. Every time, I would make the decision to take the plunge, and always felt a not-unpleasant heaviness low in my gut as I peeled the trunks fully off and stepped forward, naked for all to see. Of course, any overt looking or touching would be labelled as "gay", but there was a decent amount of physical contact as we jostled for a random pair of goggles launched across the room, often ending up in a pile on the floor. This "catch the goggles" game would slowly evolve patterns, with the one who retrieved it given space to launch it into the fray for others to fight over. Whenever I made it to this role, I would delight in the way all eyes turned to me, my penis hanging and bobbing as I turned to launch the prize.