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The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 5
🕑 Added 2023-09-07 22:13:44 +0000 UTCJust one more part to go after this! This was such a blast to read, but again, let me post another disclaimer that this story takes place at a junior college where the students are 20, and Mr. Ryan is 22.
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Even though the students had just seen my naked body, I still felt the embarrassment cause a wave of goosebumps up my arms as I walked from behind the screen to lounge on the couch. Mrs. Skinner plopped a pillow behind me, and with no warning, she started moving my limbs into her desired pose. I’d tried to cover myself as well as I could, but she undid everything.
Lying on the couch with one leg out straight, my right leg was pushed to the floor which gave an uninhibited view of my crotch to everyone. She told me to lean against my left arm, and as for my right, she laid my hand delicately on my thigh. She didn’t know of Melanie’s plan at all, but she’d helped her as my hand was now mere inches from my cock.
As soon as the art teacher turned her back and began walking around the room, I saw Melanie wordlessly hold up her phone to me. On the screen, I could clearly see my naked body, and another hidden blush spread to my face under the mask. So, to keep that photo from getting out, I moved my hand over to my cock.
The students tried to keep their cool as I began jerking off as to not alert their teacher, but it was mortifying to see all of them staring my way. Slowly at first, I began stroking my shaft until I was at full mast in front of them. They’d now seen it all, but my humiliation wasn’t complete. I still had to stay hard for the next ten minutes, and I was worried that that might be too much for me.
The clock seemed to tick painfully slow, and I kept waiting for Mrs. Skinner to turn around to give me a break, but she never did. She’d make one pass across the room and then stand in the corner on her phone. If she’d just look my way, I’d get a tiny break from stroking, but I just had to keep going. I’d been going for what seemed like forever when I felt the first tendrils of an orgasm beginning to unfurl within me.
Stopping for a moment, I pulled down on my balls to prolong it. There might be the smallest chance of me getting over the embarrassment of being naked or jerking off in class, but if I came all over myself, I’d just have to leave school. That would do me in completely.
I was able to keep my orgasm at bay, but now, whenever I brought my hand back to my sensitive cock, it would buck beneath my touch sending a spasm through my lower body. With the sunlight streaming onto my body, I was now sure that everyone could also see the small bead of precum that had just formed at the head of my cock. I tried to wipe it away with my thumb, but that just sent another shiver of painful pleasure through my lower half. One girl in the front laughed, and thankfully, she saved the day.
Hearing the sound, Mrs. Skinner suddenly looked at the clock.
Oh goodness, time slipped up on me. Go ahead and put your art on the back cabinet, and put up your charcoal and easels.
As she turned to me, I was in the process of pulling the blanket from the back of the couch down over my still rigid cock, but she said nothing. Not that she needed to when the lust in her eyes was palpable.
The bell was ringing now, and she ushered me into her attached office in the back of the room.
You can camp out here and get dressed- I have lunch duty this period, so you can rest before heading back to Simmons’ room.
Naked and alone, I took off the mask and took in gulps of air to calm me down before walking back into the empty room to grab my clothes. Before I could scoop them all up, I heard the door opening; I tried to hide, but it was too late as I saw Marcus, another student, appear in the doorway.
Skinner is so gullible- I told her I’d left my bag in here, and she just let me back in. Even with that mask on, I could tell you liked it.
I tried to stutter out the proper answer, but my mouth couldn’t lie for some reason.
That’s what I thought. Let me help you with that.
Dropping my clothes from my hands, all I could do was focus on standing upright as he knelt in front of me…
