Go With Ms. Gray's idea.

“I will try...You know.” I shrugged.

“Very well, we will give you some privacy. I need to get to my class anyways.” Ms. Gray said as they went back out around the curtain. I slowly grabbed my cock and began to stroke my dick as I thought about Ms. Gray touching my cock. She wasn't bad looking for an older lady. Her tits where not all that big but probably as pert as some of the teenage girls around the school.

I slowly stroked my cock as I thought about it. I could get the picture out of my head. I pictured other girls stroking my cock. Donna, Tiffany, even shy little Bethany. Especially her with those big ass tits of hers on that petite little body. Next I pictured Ms. Cook, Ms. Reed, and Ms. Gray all handling my massive manhood.

“Or you doing okay in there?” Nurse Hart said.

“Yes ma'am.” I replied.

“If you need anything just let me know.” She said sweetly. I thought about what she said about massaging my cock. Ms. Gray had done it just enough to **** me more and then left me to take care of the problem on my own. I knew it was wrong to think what I was thinking but I am only human.

“Where you serious about that massage?” I said.

“Yes dear. If you promise to just keep it between us.” She said through the curtain.

“I will. I promise.” I replied.

“Okay.” She said as she came around the curtain and reached past me and grabbed some lotion or something that was sitting on the shelf and put it on my hands. “Unbutton your shirt.” She said as she smiled. I quickly did and pulled up my under shirt as she put her slippery hands on my deck and rubbed it against my belly. Rubbing the under side of my cock with one hand and then the other.

She lifted my cock and took it in her hand as she ran one hand down it from tip to balls and then the other and continued in a cycle. It felt like my dick was sliding into a never ending pussy as she ran hand after hand down my shaft. She changed direction and ran her hands upward this time going from balls to head as one hand was about to let go the other hand grasped my cock. I let out a soft moan as I enjoyed it more then I probably actually should.

“You okay.” She smiled as she looked up at me.

“Yes, your really good at that.” I smiled.

“Thanks. I put my self through school as a massage therapist.” She smiled as she put both hands on my cock a twisted her wrist in and out as she stroked me. I wondered if the place she worked at did this kind of massages because I should probably be paying for this as good as it felt. I half thought about slipping Viagra in my own drink tomorrow. “Which would you say is more sore. Your dick head or your balls?”