I was brought to the school by our town's juvenile officer. I was a "problem" child, I guess. I missed a lot of school, got poor grades and didn't "fit in" with the crowd, this lead to fights, mostly me just getting my ass kicked.
The school looked like some little prep school for rich kids, the campus was beautiful, the buildings and cottages were of the finest quality and design. I was a white trash type, I had never been exposed to the "finer" things. We had been told before I was taken from my so-called home that there were no bars, no "cells", it was a trust facility.
After the officer dropped me and my suit case off and signed a few papers a man approached me and told me to follow him. Mr. Mansook led me to a room and closed the door, he then said that he had to "check" me in and told me to drop my pants and underwear. This was embarrassing to say the least, at 16 I was not well endowed and was quite aware of it. He ordered me to turn around and spread my cheeks, no one had ever seen my most private spot, I wondered if I had cleaned it well. Then I was snapped out of my trance when this man told me to turn back to him and pull back my foreskin, I complied and he admonished me to be sure "to wash under the skin" when I took a shower.
We were done (thank god) after Mr. Mansook inspected my hair (on both ends) and looked in my mouth, he then introduced me to Mark, he explained that Mark would show me around the school and that we would be in the same cottage together, he added that my belongings would be waiting for me there.
The house father of our cottage was an old southern guy, he was stern and looked like he had done many days of hard labor.
He showed me my front and back lockers, the front ones were for good clothes, the back were for work clothes. Blue jeans, boots and what ever couldn't be worn to school or church went in the back locker. These lockers (the front and back) were separated by a room that had a gang shower, a row of commodes and some urinals. No partitions and I thought to myself "man, everyone will see me naked." This scared me some and I was brought out of my worries when Pop Smith handed me a towel and wash cloth.
He looked at me in a stoic fashion, "Git ya a shower" he ordered as he turned and walked out of the locker room.
Another boy had come in the back door (that was the one we used except on Sunday) he was bout my size and had a natural tan, brown hair and big brown eyes, he told me his name was Tony.
He smiled and could see my apprehension, "you'll get used to it, just strip and take your shower" he told me.
I stripped and Tony watched my every move, he still had a smile on his face as he stripped for his evening shower, I watched him as well.