It starts well enough

Jason put his pants back on and tried to go about his usual schedule for the next three hours, but as soon as he got to his next class his friend Charlie blurted out:

"Dude, you're gay now???"

"What? No! Of course not!"

"But Mr. Gordon sucked you off, man. Everyone's seen the video."

Charlie pulled out his cell phone, and there was the young teacher Jason had just left swallowing his student's throbbing cock. It made sense that Mr. Gordon must have made him cum earlier, but Jason never dreamed he would have done it like that.

"He had to do it to save my fucking life," Jason insisted. "It's just like CPR. Y'know, mouth to mouth?"

"Well, it looks just like a blowjob to be, dude. I know the headmaster says we have to do whatever you need us to do, but do me a favor and need someone else, okay? I'm no faggot."

"If it's so gay, why are you watching it?"

Charlie sheepishly locked his phone and put it away as the teacher came in and class started.

Jason was in English when he got his next boner. They had just finished reading The Great Gatsby, and the teacher was letting them watch the movie. While everyone else was taking notes for the inevitable compare/contrast essay, Jason's mind wandered to tits and ass. Next thing he knew, that all-too-familiar throb was back.

Checking his watch, Jacob realized it was getting close to the three hour mark.

Mr. Gordon said I can do whatever I want... he told himself. I guess it's time to test that.

Jacob felt his aching bulge through the thin fabric of his uniform pants, took a deep breath, and unzipped. The cool air of the classroom felt good against his hot shaft, and the thrill of exposing himself in such a public space was exhilarating, even if there weren't any women around to show off for. He started to stroke, staring at the short skirts and low necklines of the various flappers on the projector screen.

An involuntary grunt caught some of his classmates' attention. They looked at him with obvious concern, but it was hard to tell if it was concern for Jason's health or concern about what he might make them do. Why the hell could no one accept that he absolutely was not gay???

Partly to prove that point and partly because the movie wasn't doing for him anymore, Jason took out his phone and pulled up one of his favorite lesbian scenes. He almost reached for his earbuds, but then decided he'd rather have everyone hear what he's into. His cell phone speaker wasn't good enough to completely drown out the movie, but that exaggerated porn star moaning was plenty loud for anyone in the room to recognize it.

Just as the spunky teen was starting to motorboat her business woman step-mom's fake tits, Jason felt a tap on his shoulder. Mr. Spaulders, the elderly English teacher, was standing over him with his arms crossed.

"You're the KGB we had that meeting about, then?"

"Uh, it's EDP, sir. Ejaculation--"

"Yes, yes. I know what it means," Mr. Spaulders sighed in resignation. "Would it help you get the job done if you put that on the projector?"

"It certainly wouldn't hurt, sir," Jason admitted. "But I'd feel bad making everyone else have to watch without being able to... y'know..."

"Say no more."

Mr. Spaulder walked back to his desk at the front of the room. The movie cut off randomly, and in surprisingly little time the gruff old man pulled up the exact same porn video that Jason had been watching and started screening it instead.

"Jason says that anyone who would like to masturbate to this video with him is free to do so," he announced while pulling out his own surprisingly hard cock.

Only one or two especially outgoing guys whipped their own dicks out immediately, but as the video went on and the scene got more intense more and more of Jason's classmates joined in. By the time the two actors starting scissoring, the entire class was masturbating together. The room stank of cock, and a certain rising energy made it clear that the first few guys were nearing orgasm.

Jason was one of them.

Remembering the torrents of cum that he'd unleashed in his sock that morning, Jason realized he'd started this with no exit strategy. His heavy, swollen balls were churning, and he had no idea where he was going to dump his massive load. There was no time to get his own sock off, and it seemed inconsiderate to make that big of a mess on Mr. Spaulder's floor after he'd been so accommodating to him.