Mr Jones
Mr Jones was the fearsome Welsh tyrant of the PE department at St. Georges in Broadstairs where I went to school back in the early 80's.

Now I hated PE. Im built like a beanpole and was rubbish at nearly all the activities we were forced to take part in. If I kicked a ball, one of two things would happen. Either it would fly off at some weird angle, probably behind me, or I would completely miss and hoof a great a great clod of grass straight into someones face, and then fall over.

But by far the most frightening part of the whole PE expreience for my 12 year old self was the showers afterwards. There were no individual private cubicles, just a tiled room with a line of shower heads sticking out of the wall. This meant I would have to be naked in front of my mates. Not good.

But to add to the embarassment of seeing each others cocks, we also had Mr Jones to deal with.

He saw it as his personal duty to ensure each one of us was given a towel after showering. Rather than just leaving the basket of towels by the shower exit for us to grab one as we came out, he would stand by the basket to personally supervise the whole process. As each wet, naked boy exited the shower room, we would have to approach Mr Jones and ask him for a towel. If you were lucky (or, I guess, if he didnt fancy you) he would just pass you a towel. But sometimes he liked to play his little 'game'.

The 'game' involved him holding out a towel for you, then, just as you were about to grab it, putting it behind his back. You would then have to try to get the towel off him, reaching one way, then the next, sometimes running in circles around him. Eventually you would manage to get the towel and could go and dry off and restore some dignity.

His little games came to an abrupt and glorious end one day when he did this to my mate Julian.

Julian was a hard little fucker and a bit of a nutcase, but very funny. Me and him were the class clowns, but he was always the more daring one, and was always in trouble. One day, he came out of the shower and the familiar 'chasing the towel around Mr Jones' back' game started. He played along for a while, but then stopped, and stood in front of Mr Jones flapping his cock about with his hand.

"Seen enough yet, Sir?"

The rest of the class fell silent.

"Can I have a towel now please?" (still flapping his cock about)

The whole class erupted into gales of laughter. Mr Jones handed Julian a towel and slinked off, ignoring the cries of "fucking pervert" and such like, which would normally have seen us carted off to the headmasters office. He never played his 'game' again.

I would do a length gag at this point, but I feel it would be inappropriate.
(Lionel Tiger, Thu 19 Nov 2009, 23:23, Reply)