That's the ridiculous distance I had managed to climb, God knows how, on this cursed rope that all the boys in my class had used before me to reach this red mark that seemed so high to me.Only fat Bertrand, who hadn't even managed to get off the ground, and me, much too thin, without any muscle in my arms, were the failures. I must admit that this sports lesson, at the end of the Monday afternoon, was my worst nightmare in my schedule as a schoolboy. The only good moment was when the lesson was over, some in the locker room didn't hesitate to take a shower, enjoying showing off their newly developed attributes.Me, I never dared to take a shower with them. But I liked to admire them discreetly. My puberty was desired and my still beardless body made me look more like a young nymphet. Besides the guys often made fun of me saying that I had a nicer ass than the girls in the class. At the time I took that for mockery, without suspecting that it was in fact a real compliment.In short, here I am stuck at 1.50 m on this damn rope, with Mr. Gribeau, the sports teacher who told me to continue my efforts to go higher. The other guys were starting to get impatient seeing me unable to climb and some were making it loud. Gribeau then began to squeal, ordering them to go to the locker room. End of the course.As for you young man, I want you to make an effort. You can do it.But I can not. I have more arms. I slide. I can't do it sir.Everyone can do it. I will help you.There were only two of us in the room.This teacher, more of a rugby player in his forties, then pushed my buttocks to help me climb.But without the strength of the arms, I continued to slide down so that Mr. Gribeau's hands slipped under my shorts.This contact seemed supernatural to me. As much as I had fantasized about some college guys but I never would have thought that Gribeau would grope my buttocks like this. To tell the truth, it was not to displease me.He had suddenly stopped his encouragement, now contenting himself with keeping both hands on my ass. I imagine he must have had a great view where he was.Well, he finally said, I don't think you'll make it today. Try one last time. I release you. In a final effort, I raise my arm to go higher, then my leg. A cramp in the thigh was the only result that made me let go of the rope from my hands. Legs together, I felt the rope burn my inner thighs before Gribeau caught me in his sturdy arms.Hey, never let go like that. If I hadn't been there you could have broken something.It's because I have a leg cramp.Ok, I'll fix that. Get down, lift your leg. So. It should be better.Oh yes. That works. Well yes, you know, before becoming a sports teacher I studied physiotherapy. But ultimately I preferred sport. It'll be OK ? If you want I can give you a massage in the treatment room. There's everything you need. And then I'll put some ointment on you. Looks like you got burned on the rope.How nice. I don't mind.Once in the treatment room, he tells me to lie down on the massage table. During this time, he went to get his cream as well as the massage oil.It is reserved for the great sportsmen normally my massages. My for once, and since you're pretty nice, I'm making an exception.That's when Robert, the gym's dedicated janitor, walked in. Ah, there you are, Mr. Gribeau. Luckily I saw you, I was going to lock everything. The kids have all left.It's okay Robert, you can go, I'll close after treating and massaging this beginner rope climber.Ah, the kid hurt himself. Let me see this.Lie down small and spread your legs to show him.Carrying out the orders of these gentlemen, I lie down, spreading my legs. They were one on each side and each held one leg for me.Robert took the tube saying that he had already taken care of this kind of burn and that he was going to put the ointment on me.He put a good dose in his hands and applied it to the inside of my thighs. He made me bend my knees. He took his time explaining that the cream had to penetrate well into the skin. His hands in their movement tended to move away from the injured area and towards the top of the thighs. I let myself be. He might be old, short and ugly. Robert knew very well how to use his hands.Mr. Gribeau then intervened. It's good now Robert. You're not going to spread his whole leg either. We thank you but I have to give him a massage. He had a thigh cramp. Leave us now. I would close everything. Do not worry.OK. I leave you. Too bad, I like to put ointment. It makes the skin very soft, very slippery.Yes, we saw. But here it is good. Than ...

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