Hunter Naked in School 1 - Sex Stories

Hunter Naked in School 1

... bride." Thinking to be friendly, I smiled at her and waved. Apparently this was the wrong approach, as her eyes got even wider, and she stammered out "H-how did you get so bi ... tan all over." Laughing, I replied "One, I'm half Vietnamese, so I have a bit of a head start, and too, we have a swimming pool and I like to skinny dip." She turned a shade of red not normally found in nature and ran away. I was beginning to think that this might end up being an interesting week for more than just sex. Arriving at my class, I opened the door and was greeted with a round of applause, with a few cat whistles thrown in for good measure. The teacher, Ms. Lease, immediately noticed my sizeable erection. "It appears that your not-so-little friend is excited to see us." "He loves meeting new people." "Perhaps you'd like to calm him down." "I'd prefer for someone else to calm him down." At this, a number of girls' hands shot up. "He's somewhat partial to men, not that I'm not flattered." No guys raised their hands, although a cute redhead in the second row seemed to consider it. I made eye contact with him, which I thought might encourage him to volunteer, but my hopes were dashed when a voice from the back of the classroom called out "Eww gross he's a faggot!" Ms. Lease suddenly became a lot more serious, and sent the guy to the principal's office. I felt instantly sorry for Dr. Martin, not to mention the redhead. I turned to Ms. Lease "I guess that only leaves one option, but ...

... fortunately I'm something of an expert at this, do you mind if I use your desk." "Go ahead" I sat on Ms. Lease's desk and began to jerk off. The 24 pairs of eyes on me definitely enhanced the experience. I couldn't believe how good this felt. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the redhead seemed especially interested in me. I also noticed that there was an empty seat next to him. That thought made me even hornier and I groaned as I felt the unbearable pleasure that signaled the beginnings of an orgasm. Stroking faster, I aimed for my stomach as I passed the point of no return. And then I came, shooting hot strands of semen all over my stomach and chest. I suddenly noticed that the room had gone silent except for my own panting. I stood up slowly, wiped myself off with a hand towel that Ms. Lease offered me, and walked towards the empty seat. "Actually," Ms. Lease interjected, "would you mind staying up there, I thought we might take this opportunity to discuss the similarities between the summer assignment and your recent experiences, particularly the unfortunate disruption of class earlier." "Damn," I thought "so much for the empty seat." Even so, the class was really interesting. We talked about the connection between the sexual repression in "The Scarlet Letter" and modern day homophobia, and how a lot of people seemed afraid of sexuality, especially when it was different from theirs. Ms. Lease said that part of the purpose of The Program was to get students accustomed to ...