A gift from his aunt.

His aunt Jill had recently offered him the fruit of one of her latest hobbies and because he had nothing else left this morning he had to wear it to school. He was currently wearing a pair of hand-knit, natural wool, bright pink shorts. Beyond the fact that the knitting was so lose he felt he was wearing nothing due to the draft and the fact that the color was extra girly, after a few hours wearing it with nothing underneath it felt like he had rubbed his dick with sand paper. Worse since he had no underwear, his options were to pretend those were it, or strip naked. And of the two he easily chose the first.

He removed his t-shirt hoping that the situation would shock others enough to not make fun of him.

Everyone that was ready had gotten up and after their teacher checked them, sent to wait in the hallway. K-T made sure to be the last of the line and went towards the exit.

"What do you think you are doing, Mr Smith?" asked the teacher as she stopped him.

"What we have been told, going to be inspected."

"Good try, remove those shorts and put them on your desk."

"Those are actually underwear." he tried to lie.

"You won't fool me, young man. Those almost reach the knee and you wore nothing over them, so those are obviously shorts and not underwear. Please hurry up before you get the whole class in trouble." she countered.

"Please Mrs Winslow, can I keep those until the inspection? I have nothing underneath them." he begged.

"Your lack of planning or inability to dress isn't my problem. Remove those immediately and go line up with the others." she ordered. He knew that she was an absolute stickler to the rules, having once given an F to someone for finishing to answer one sentence on a test after she told everyone to stop writing. There would be no way to convince her.

He went back to his desk and removed the shorts only to discover that the entire area they covered were red and felt raw, sadly it included his dick and balls as well as his butt. He had spend all morning scratching himself. The fresh air on his exposed almost felt like a relief and as soon as it was freed from it's itching prison his dick began to stiffen. What he didn't know was that when she had seen those shorts his sister Emily thought it would be funny to sprinkle the insides with itching powder, figuring that if he had to wear them he'd rather strip than keep itching at some point.

K-T ran back to the front of the class, both hands on his crotch, knowing how much of a challenge hiding his ten inch erection would be.

"Alright, naughty boy. Line up and hurry. I hope it will teach you a lesson about dressing appropriately to class." she warned him.

The hallway was full of movement, but because of the delay he had created they were the last ones to arrive and since he was at the back of the line, the others hadn't noticed his state yet. They lined up on their ore assigned lane and waited for the officials, currently busy talking with Mrs Valence the principal, to explain what it is about.