Penis Problems by moballz
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Mark is a senior in high school who’s penis is unwilling and unable to behave itself. , Dead at 18. He was dead at 18. It was the final bell and he was stuck in his chair. Not that he couldn’t get up and leave, he definitely could, but then his secret would be out.
His stupid penis had done it again, this time at the very last second of class, there’d be no thinking of baseball or granny or slimy, grimy toes to get his dick to go soft in time to get up and leave the classroom. Ever since he could remember his penis would get hard in the most inopportune times and for baffling reasons. Like the time when he was in math class. He was working hard on his classwork and a particularly hard problem was stalling him out.
Then it clicked, he saw how to solve the problem and at the same time he went hard as stone sitting there at his desk. MATH. A stiff breeze. His best friends jokes. I mean, women too. There were so many hard ons because of his classmates, his teachers, his aunt. . . His penis was the bane of his existence. It didn’t matter how many times he jerked off during the day or night, his dick was always ready to go.
Somehow over the years he had managed to get hard in places where he had time to and/or privacy to work on getting himself composed before either being discovered with his meat in his hand or discovered to be tenting his pants. Not today. There was no way out.
In this particular case his painfully positioned erection was caused by his English teacher, one Ann Travotore. She was youthful, he guessed late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was just past shoulder length and loosely curly.
She had a long angular face with a sharp chin, and deep brown eyes. She wore skirts with floral patterns that always went to her ankles. Her blouses were always in good taste, she never allowed an errant button to be open. Today her blouse/skirt combo were as tasteful and demure as ever with the exception that her blouse sleeves were short and slightly more open than usual.
Just as the bell was going to ring she was making the rounds in the room – reading over shoulders and asking quiet questions of his classmates. She got to him and touched his shoulder. As he looked up from his work, he happened to see into her sleeve and catch site of a nude lacy bra cup and the milky white top breast being held back from spilling out. Stone. He was painfully stone in a second. He almost yelped, and forced himself to look away from her bra and into her eyes.
She had asked him something, but there was no way he heard it. The bell mercifully, but also not mercifully rang and his classmates got up to leave. Walking to the front of the classroom Miss Travotore reminded her class of their assignments for the weekend as they filed out. He was stuck, couldn’t adjust, and turning beet red. When the last of his classmates left the room, Miss Travatore came back to his desk and stood next to him.
“Mr.
Allen, do you wish to get up and go home?”
He could smell her perfume. It was sweet, airy, had a hint of rose in it. His dick betrayed him again and twitched in his pants. Now not only was he hard, but he was leaking pre-cum. He could not look up at her. He kept his eyes focused on the desk in front of him and prayed to a god he didn’t believe in to take his dick and chuck it. Miss Travatore cleared her throat, touched his should and began to ask again.
The touch on his shoulder made him look back up from his hyper focus on the desk and as he did so caught another good look down her blouse sleeve. His eyes continued north until he met her gaze, she clearly caught him in the act of peeking. The look on her face was a mixture of repulsion and curiosity. He immediately stood up, embarrassed to have been caught.
This only did one thing, it shifted his penis, the extremely sensitive tip that was leaking pre-cum, now dragged across his underwear which set him off. His cock jumped in his pants and shot the first of many hot streams of cum. He gasped, started to fall over managing to steady himself on his desk.
After his initial gasp of surprise, and while his cock was jumping and spraying cum in his pants, he looked up at the woman whom had inadvertently caused him to cum and told her through clenched teeth, “I’m cumming so hard Miss Travatore! Oh God. Its so good!” He grunted with each spurt, the sensation and the power of his orgasm almost caused him to pass out. His pants began showing wetness around the tip of his exploding cock.
Miss Travatore, unsure of how to handle what was happening in front of her, reached out to help steady her student. As quickly as it began it ended. The boy slumped down into his seat again, Miss Travatore helped to guide him back into it. The wet spot on his pants had expanded. It was very obvious either he pissed himself or he came in his pants.
Light headed, he apologized to her. “I’m so sorry, Miss Travatore. I . . . I can’t believe this happened.
I didn’t mean for it to.” He kept quietly repeating his apology while she tried to figure out how to get him out of her room without embarrassing him more, or raising suspicions that she had taken advantage of him.
“It’s ok, Mark. Just sit here and catch your breath.” Then she remembered he was on the swim team. “Do you have a change of clothes in the swim team locker room?”
Still panting he said, “Yeah.
I should head over there, shower, and get changed.” He started to get up.
She pushed him back into his seat. “No, no. You should stay here. I’ll get Coach Rumfeld to get your stuff for me. Do you have a lock on your locker?”
“Yes,” he said and gave her the combination and locker number. She left in a flash and a few minutes later returned with his locker contents.
“Here,” she said handing the duffle bag to him.
She walked around the room closing all the blinds, then closed the blinds on the door. “I’ll step outside and you get changed.” She opened the door and stepped through it, closing it behind her.
He got himself up, began undressing and worrying that he would be expelled for this. His pants and underwear hit the floor after he got his shoes off. He took off his shirt and used it to help clean off the cum from his legs and groin.
He could not remember ever shooting so much cum, nor having ever cum so hard. When he thought of how good it felt, he went hard again. There he was naked with a throbbing hard on when Miss Travatore came back through the door. She let out a yip of surprise to see the boy naked and erect. He was a fine specimen, he was lean, and swimming defined his muscles well. For his part he tried to cover up his cock, but he ended up just awkwardly holding it out for her to see.
His brain went fuzzy, and he stroked himself a couple times to just get the feel for it.
She had ducked back into the room because she thought she’d given the boy enough time to get dressed and thought wrongly that he was going to make quick work of doing so. Now she stood face to face with a cock that had just shot a massive load, was hard again, and leaking pre-cum like it was going to shoot again. She was hypnotized for a moment by it.