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Short Shorts #1:- Gym Rip Off
Nothing arouses a fetishist
more than witnessing the destruction of the object that provides them with
erotic sexual stimulation. In some cases this stimulation is only produced
by the destruction of the item, as in the case of some balloon fetishists.
The last gym class for the year had finally ended and we all rushed
down to the locker rooms to shower and change. Few of the boys enjoyed
gym class, and fewer enjoyed displaying the expanse of bare leg between
the hem of the boxer gym shorts supplied by the school and the top of the
socks around their ankles. They wouldn't be caught dead wearing shorts
during the summer vacation and certainly not the abbreviated gym shorts
they were now wearing. The school would provide new shorts the next fall,
so to insure that thrifty moms didn't insist that junior wear the gym shorts
to play in during the summer, it was the habit of the boys gym classes
to insure that none of the despised little boys pants survived after the
last day of gym class for the year.
I loved the freedom the loose feel the gym shorts provided especially
with nothing worn underneath. They were ideal to wear when I played with
my toy balloons because they allowed me to feel the rubber pressing in
all the sensitive areas. I used them exclusively to masturbate in.
Since my unusual love for the thin cotton pants wasn't something I
wanted to share with the other boys, and it would have been near impossible
to prevent their demise at the hands of a mob bent on their destruction
in any case, I resigned myself to loosing them as I hurried with the others
down the steps. I could already hear the soft sound of tearing cotton intermixed
with the loud screeches and giggles of the boys. As I entered the locker
room everyone was running around in a massive game of grab ass. Although
there were no official winners, the idea was to rip the other guys shorts
while protecting your own. So all the kids were racing around trying to
grab the hem of someone else's shorts while trying to elude others trying
to grab theirs.
The larger more aggressive boys had set to work on the smaller kids
grabbing the loose hems of their shorts and giving them a mighty tug. Since
my class was ninth and tenth graders a number of the boys weren't overly
heavy and instead of the pants ripping, they just got yanked off their
feet. This usually resulted in their knees hitting and getting scraped
along the concrete floor. Several of the lighter boys already on the floor
were trying to get their gym shorts off so their bare legs wouldn't get
drug about any further.
I was wearing Jockey underwear under my gym shorts and as I viewed
the scene I was fighting to keep from getting a hard on which was always
the ultimate embarrassment for any boy in the locker room.
As I entered the room I rushed up behind a kid I knew who was in the
process of ripping the hem on the shorts of a guy that was just standing
there. He apparently just wanted to get the silliness over without getting
banged up. He braced himself with a support column as the leg of his shorts
was yanked tight against the inside of his thigh. I was surprised that
the short inner seam burst, usually the outer seam rips open the easiest.
The rip continued on over to the other leg and a moment later the guy was
wearing a short cotton kilt. The kids whose shorts ripped down the outer
seams were running around in breech cloths, the thighs of their legs visible
all the way up to the elastic waist band. The kid didn't see me coming
and I had no trouble getting a good grip on the hem of his shorts. I gave
a mighty pull and felt the seam part from the hem up to the waist band.
I wasn't quick enough to grab the other leg as he spun away from me.
At the same moment I felt someone latch onto my pants. I tried to jump
backwards to relieved the destructive tension on my pants and give them
a few more seconds of life but it was of no avail; I heard and felt them
go. Rather than put up a fight I turned and let the guy rip the other leg
open. In reality I had to get out of the main fracas and get to my locker
before anyone noticed the unusually large lump in my underwear.
From my vantage point I was able to observe a good deal of the destructive
frenzy. At this point most of the guys were sporting gym shorts with the
legs ripped open and things had degenerated into trying to rip the torn
pants completely off one another. I did see a couple of shorts that had
been removed intact getting ripped in half by two boys, one yanking on
each leg. The front and rear seams let go at the crotch as the shorts suddenly
split in half. The boys continued pulling until the cotton sheeting ripped
away from the waist band and they were left each holding one of the legs.
These they then tore open by standing on the hem and pulling upward.
In less than three minutes the melee had ended and numerous bare assed
boys were standing around in in their jocks or a "G" string which was all
that remained of their shorts.
The gym instructor soon arrived and had us clean up the place and all
the torn cotton was tossed in a large trash container. I fortunately managed
to get myself dressed without anyone noticing my stimulated tool. The vivid
scene of mass destruction would provide me with stimulation for several
months to come.