English with Mr Smith!

It was nearly time for class to start and James cursed those girls for holding him up! He wasn't going to have run all that way just to be late anyway! This did mean the halls were empty now so no one was seeing his nudity. As he rounded the corner he saw his classroom down the hall with his teacher at the door, about to open it. His name was Mr. Smith and was a kindly old gentleman who always made sure to wear a smart shirt and a pair of presentable slacks, encouraging his students to wear the same to no avail.
"Hey! Mr Smith! Wait for me!" he called out, he knew if his teacher got in before him he would be marked as late! His call caused his teacher to drop his keys as he turned to see who had called his name and he froze as he saw his naked student!
"James what the hell do you think your doing!" he gasped. Mr Smith was an understanding man but even this was too far for him. James paused, this wasn't like his teacher at all.
"W-what do you mean sir? I know I'm late but-"
"But for gods sake man your naked!" he called out! James now took his turn to freeze up. His eyes went wide as he looked down. Staring back at him was his small nub! He let out a shocked gasp and threw his hands over his crotch in a rush!
"I-I...H-how.." he began.
"Look here James, I don't know why you are naked but be thankful I'm in a good mood, head to the principles office to get some spare clothes before I give you detention!" James could do nothing but nod as his face went bright red. His mind was flooded with thoughts. He had streaked all the way to school. Those girls had seen him naked... oh no... one had taken a picture! His teenie weenie was "their" teenie weenie secret! Without another word he ran off, glad the hallways were empty and hoped he would have an excuse by the time he got the the principles office!