No, don't worry, go straight to class.

I walked into my homeroom, that of the unfortunantly named Mrs. Kunt, a science teacher in the school who I had as homeroom teacher the year before as well. I almost stopped dead in my tracks, however, walking through her door.

Where were all the guys? It seemed odd they'd all be missing on the same day. Everyone else seemed to be here... meaning only girls. Had I missed some sort of vital message, some sort of secret outing for the men of the class, a party or something? If anyone else had noticed, they didn't show it.

I took a seat at my desk, just as the morning bell rang, informing the student body that they need to be in their respective homerooms by now, roll call, and the morning anouncements should be starting.

Mrs. Kunt sat silently behind her desk, looking over some papers and sipping from her coffee mug. Girls around me quietly carried on in their conversations. I knew it would be several minutes before she began to take attendence, so I reached into my bag for a homework assignment I had neglected to finish over the weekend.

Ugh!

There was a slight, yet sudden pain in my crotch as I leaned over toward my bag. I bolted back upright, and tried to not be too obvious about my semi-embarassing problem. The pain subsided, but I decided not to risk any more sudden movements at the moment.

Mrs. Kunt, looking young and vibrant despite her recent pregnancy, began putting the papers she was grading into an open folder on her desk. She got out the roll sheet, and stood up, which was her non-verbal signal that she had begun. The classroom fell silent.

"Good morning, class."

"Good morning, Mrs. Kunt" the class said in one unified, primarily female voice.

"Say "here" when I call your name... Ashley?"

"Here!" a perky voice said a few seats to my right.

"Casey?"

"Here..." a quiet voice from the back left corner of the room.

"Susan?"

"Here, Mrs. Kunt," a cheerful voice immediately next to me.

As the roll call continued, my thoughts drifted back to the scene in the medical office. The nurse, Mrs. Olivia, fingering that girl Sarah, to orgasm. Amanda removing her pants, the new girl Tori, taking off her shirt. I began to feel arroused, and could feel my pants getting even tighter because of it.

The pain started coming back, even worse now. Embarrased, I tried to hide both my pain and its source, the incredibly large erection emerging from my lap, clearly visible beneath the minimal, notetaking style lecture chairs. I had no papers and no books on my desk, and being unable to lean down to my backpack without inflicting much pain upon myself, had nothing to hide this huge lump besides my hands. I tried cupping them over it, but this simply made it even more obvious. I could see the girl to my left glancing over at it, and I quickly moved my hands away, then back again, unsure of which was less incrimidating.

The pain was nearly unbearable now, and I clentched my teeth together to keep from moaning in pain.