Moisturizer

“It looks kinda dry, maybe that’s part of the problem,” Sue said to Mrs. Kunt. She held the bottle of moisturizer out to the homeroom teacher, for her consideration. “May I, Mrs. Kunt?” The teacher looked at the upturned label on the bottle, then back up at her student.

“Well… um… if you feel comfortable doing that, Susan…” the teacher bit her lip, “and if you really think it’ll help...”

“I do,” Susan said, gently moving her teacher aside as she stepped into her place beside me. “Don’t worry,” she could have been speaking to either me or Mrs. Kunt, making eye contact with no one, “I’m good with this sort of thing.”

She squeezed some of the substance onto her hand. “This may be a little… chilly,” Sue warned. “But first… let’s see…” She hooked one finger under the bottom edge of the frontal opening in my boxer shorts, through which my dick was currently poking stiffly. “Let’s just make a little adjustment here…” I thought for a moment she intended to pull the shorts back over my penis, restoring my modesty if not my dignity, yet the moisturizer she still held in the palm of her other hand should have told me otherwise. She pushed the fabric further down, her smooth fingertip running down the length of my scrotum, hooking the fabric underneath, so my balls were now just as exposed as my shaft was.

“There we go,” she said, smiling and glancing up at me approvingly. I only quietly moaned in response. She looked down again, and immediately began using both her hands to coat my privates with the substance she had in her backpack. She moved her hands round and round, up and down, one moment enveloping my balls in both hands and rubbing the goop into the head of my penis the next one. Despite the pain, the feeling was absolutely sensational. “Better?” she asked me, glancing up from her work on occasion. “Is it better?” she’d ask, not stopping what she was doing for even a moment, looking at me with puppy eyes, eager to please, and seemingly not just in context of a medical emergency.

“…Okay, I will… right away,” Tiffany said on the phone, in the front of the room. She hung up and turned to Mrs. Kunt.

“Well? What did Nurse Olivia say we should do? Does she want us to send John to her office, or is she coming to get him here?”