Art class.

As I entered my final year of high school I was starting to have my grads drop. I had been put into a class with my crush Chad. He just looked so good! His perfect face was one thing but from the locker room I knew he had a killer 8 pack and a huge dick. In fact because I spent so much time staring at his huge slong I never really looked at any other guys and never knew I was small. All I knew was that I was smaller then Chad but considering his meat was 7 inches flaccid I didn't worry about it. In reality however I should have been. Flaccid I was 2 inches, but that often shrunk down to 1 when I grew nervous or cold. Erect I was barely 3 inches and it could be hard to tell I had even been turned on until I started to prematurely leak all over the place. Not helped by my bald crotch!

That's why when I was told by my art teacher that if I modelled in my underwear she would offer me extra credit I jumped at the chance. I was nervous about it of course, I had never been in my underwear in front of others and always found a quiet corner and would face into it in the locker room whenever I had to change so the guys barely saw anything. I was told before hand there would be 2 boys, 3 girls, my lovely teacher and of course Chad.