Get undressed.

Jake blushed, as he realised he was the only one that was wearing Denim AND leather… He shuffled awkwardly, embarrassed that the class would see his bare body, and dirty boxers from his last night wanking session.

The truth was, Jake had nothing to be ashamed of. His physique was something many guys envied—slender, muscular, with just the right amount of definition. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or an athlete, but his looks had sparked rumors and whispers.

Still, after all the teasing and cruel comments, he didn’t believe any of the compliments anymore. The laughter, the stares—they drowned out any confidence he might have had.

He nervously glanced around. The students were still snickering, some whispering, others openly laughing. His hands felt clammy as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the fabric over his head, leaving his hair tousled and messy.

"Jake, don’t just stand there—get a move on, please!" Ms. Carter said, her voice adding more attention to him as she waited at the front of the classroom.

With shaky fingers, Jake moved to unbutton his denim shorts. He felt a growing pit in his stomach as he slowly pulled the zipper down. But then something caught his eye, and he froze. He hadn't thought about it—what was he wearing underneath...?