With amazement and laughter

As he walked into the classroom, John said hi to Ms.Robertson. She was a beautiful blonde woman in her late twenties, with a very statuesque figure who, while she loved all her students and had a good relationship with all of them, had a particular interest in John.

To put it bluntly, her passion for the job left ages ago and while she wasn't mean or nasty, her classes could be a little boring, especially for her. That was until she noticed one day that John kept looking in his pockets for things while she was speaking. At first she thought he had really deep pockets or maybe he was looking for something really small in there cause he was looking for a while, that is until he caught her staring and he suddenly stopped for no reason.

She paid it no mind and went on with her teaching until he saw him doing it again.

"This little perv is playing pocket pool.", she thought to herself.

She was just about to call him out on it when she realized that this was quite honestly, the most interesting thing to ever happen in her class. So she let him have this and waited to see if anyone else would catch him. Surprisingly, no one else did. The next few days she noticed him doing it again and again and again.

One day she wore a slightly lower cut top then normal. His eyes, as well as the eyes of the several boys that were there at the time (which she noticed were mysteriously absent today and replaced with girls, but maybe they all got transferred or something) were all on her cleavage. Sure enough he went to work and still miraculously wasn't noticed by the other students.

She decided to mess with him and dropped something on the floor as he was doing this. Bending forward so practically the whole class could see her D-cups threaten to spill right out of her shirt caused everyone to stare right at her, including John, who suddenly made a subtle moan and shuddered a bit. She stood right up as he did this, pretending to be embarrassed that she accidentally almost flashed her class and as she went back to her desk, John raised his hand.

"Yes, John?"

"Could I have a pass to go to the restroom?"

"Heh, of course." she replied and she gave him a pass and as he passed she noticed a dark stain right on the front of his pants.

That moment stayed with her constantly and though she wore more modest tops since then, she relished waiting to see him try and hide his pocket pool playing habits, though nothing would top that day. At least, that's what she thought until she saw him, standing there, COMPLETELY NAKED, from head to toe, with a ridiculously tiny dick.

Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her skull, it was like all her Christmases came at once. Not only was this little pocket pool playing pervert standing here naked in front of her and all his classmates, he had the tiniest little dick she'd ever seen in her life.

She desperately tried not to laugh at that little thing, sticking out and wiggling as he walked towards his desk. He seemed so calm, despite all of his classmates pointing and laughing right at him. Aside from a blush, he seemed rather content with himself.

"Ok class, settle down. Settle down. Good to see all of you today, especially John. Mind telling the class why you decided to come here in your birthday suit?"

"Uh, well, I decided to become a nudist. There's nothing in rules against that, is there?"

"No, I'm aware of that new law, I'm just surprised that you took advantage of that, especially with your....*snrk* unique appearance"

John knew what she meant but pretended not to understand. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I'm happy that you are proud of your body, but you seem a bit...short for your age. I feel like if I was in your lack of shoes, I'd have taken a little more caution to showing yourself off like this."

Her words excited him even more and made the rest of class giggle. He tried to keep her going. "I mean, I'm a normal height for my age or at least I thought so."

"Oh I'm sure you did, but it's ok. I mean, we all can't help it if we don't happen to measure up to someone's standards of appearance. Don't get me wrong, you look great. It's just perhaps you're a bit cold or maybe a tiny bit shy today."

She even subtly made a pinching gesture to try and get across what she was saying

Blushing redder than a tomato and loving all this attention from her he decided to try to get her to say it point blank, so he stood up and proudly put his hands on his hips.

"I think look good, but what do you think? Come on Ms. Robertson, give me your honest opinion."

Any and all remaining professionalism left her as soon as she got a good look at his twitching 1 incher. She couldn't take it anymore and let loose her true thoughts. She pointed straight at it and started laughing hysterically.

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME, THAT IS THE TINIEST LITTLE NUBBIN I'VE EVER SEEN! HOW ARE YOU THAT OBLIVIOUS!? YOUR BOTTOM HALF LOOKS LIKE YOU STOLE A BABY'S DICK AND PUT IT ON YOU! THAT WIGGLING WITTLE WORM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS IS ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL!"

This brought the rest of the class into hysterics with most of the girls wiggling their pinkies and laughing with the teacher.

"IF YOU WERE TRYING TO IMPRESS ME, YOU REALLY DIDN'T! THAT TEENY THING WOULD NEVER GET ANYWHERE NEAR ME OR ANYONE ELSE HERE. NO WONDER YOU HAD TO KEEP FAPPING YOUR LITTLE GLUE STICK UNDER THE DESK, NO ONE ELSE WOULD EVEN TOUCH IT!"

The rest of the class gasped and John's blood went cold. "I-I never did that in class, I would never.", he lied.

Ms. Robertson finally composed herself and decided it was finally time to put him in his place.

"Oh please, you weren't sneaky, I saw you looking at me and playing pocket pool with that little cue stick."

She then got a big grin on her face as she decided to make him squirm for this. "In fact, if you're so confident, go for it. Stand at the front of the class and show me what you can do with that. Jerk that tiny thing for us."

He walked up to the front of the class and stood in front of all his classmates. Looking towards the rest of them, most of them had their phones at the ready and a few of them were wiggling their pinkies or stroking them as if to say, "that's what it's going to look like".

Ms Robertson then turned to him and smiled while gripping her own pinky and said, "Well, my star pupil. We're waiting."