Paul tries to end the lesson.

It was embarrassing enough trying to get through life hiding his inconveniently-sized dick beneath baggy pants, Paul reflected. Sitting naked in front of his class with his enormous cock jutting out like a portable flagpole was downright humiliating. When Toni reacted to his aroused state with such gusto, he had tried to convince himself that this was just another art project for her, but he couldn?t shake the feeling that this was an unusual lesson for a high school art class. He debated asking Ms. Robinson to let him get dressed, but he didn?t want to jeopardize his extra credit points so he stayed quiet while his massive hard-on was studied by the attractive women in the room.

But then his teacher moved behind Toni to examine her sketch, and something changed. Ms. Robinson looked up at him with an expression that would have been more appropriate on a wolf stalking its prey. Her eyes locked on his crotch, and a mischievous grin spread across her lightly freckled face.

For Paul, that was the last straw. It was one thing when his teacher acted like everything was normal while he sat naked in art class in front of three of his classmates--it was something quite different when his teacher was eyeing him like a slice of pie.

?M-Miss Robinson,? he stuttered, ?I?m really starting to feel uncomfortable.? Paul was painfully aware of hard stares from all the women in the room as he spoke. ?Is there any way we could move on to something else, or I could put my pants on . . . or even my underwear?? he finished lamely. Paul knew he sounded ****, but at this point he had no more control over his voice than over his dick.

Ms. Robinson made a thoughtful face, as if she was considering his request, but when Paul saw the way her eyes stayed locked on his oversized member, he knew better. Something in her gaze was reminding him of Principal Hunter, though the two women were otherwise very different.

?Paul, this is a big chance for artistic growth for your classmates,? the teacher replied sternly. ?We?ll just have to find a way to get you to chill out while the girls continue their work.?

With a sly smile, the pretty young redhead continued, ?Here?s an idea--I bet you wouldn?t be so embarrassed if you weren?t the only model in the room, Paul. That way, you wouldn?t feel self-conscious about being completely nude. How does that sound??

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Paul realized that her question was rhetorical, and Ms. Robinson was already turning to address the rest of the class. This art lesson kept getting weirder and weirder.