I kick it...sort of.

One thing you should probably know about me, most of my muscles are just for show (much to my chagrin). I am by no means athletically coordinated despite the fact that I got into shape to serve as a high school swim coach in my past profession. So when I decided to kick over the girls volleyball, I missed them by miles. The ball ended up rolling into the second court.

"Um, dude? What the heck was that?" The girl with the ponytail queried.

"Yeah mister, you are supposed to kick it towards us. We aren't going after that, go and get it!" A girl with wavy blonde hair demanded.

I don't like being ordered around like this but it was my fault for making such a terrible pass. I slipped out from behind Bridget after cupping my genitals once again. This however did nothing to hide my bubble butt from the team of giggling girls who watched me bend over to pick up their ball. Holding the volleyball in front of my goods I carried it over to the ponytail girl who I assumed was the team captain.

"Ugh, sorry for the trouble." My face was red as I contemplated how I was going to fork over the ball without flashing these girls my dick. That decision was literally taken out of my hands when the team captain yanked the ball from my clutches revealing my semi to her teammates. With glittering eyes and a round of 'oohs' and 'ahhs' the volleyball team got an eyeful of my junk before I covered it up.

"Don't feel too bad man," the ponytailed girl smiled. "consider yourself forgiven for showing us some eye candy." She winked and my face felt hotter. Bridget came at that moment grabbing me by the arm.

"Thank you ladies, but we have an appointment to keep." She hauled me off to the third court where the art class was eagerly awaiting us. My heart sank at the sight of them. Damn, no wonder Professor Sands had to move the class to the gym; they really did increase in number. Plenty of female faces that have yet to see a naked man lit up in surprise and anticipation.

"Oh my God is that him? Nice!"

"I am so glad I transferred into this class!"

"Me too! Look at him. He is as hunky as my friend said he would be!"

"Ooooh, please tell me this is the kind of art piece we are allowed to touch!"

"We get to draw that? Hot diggity! I knew I should have brought my camera."

Hearing all of these new voices filled me deep shame. Once I introduce myself as a professor and show them my prick it will be over. Any possible respect I could gain from these new students will vanish, but I suppose I already knew that coming in. The voice that really sent shivers down my spine was Professor Sands calling out to me:

"Professor Finn! Hands to your sides!"

I wish my response wasn't so automatic.