You don’t have much of a choice.

You let your hands drop, and once again feel every eye in the class gazing on your dick.

“Even nicer than I remembered.”

“I think it’s even harder, and ever drippier than before!”

“Yeah! I think you’re right!”

Ms. Graves ignores her class this time, having decided to wait until you’ve seated to calm them down again.

“Now, Mr. McCoy, you may speak.” She says, arms crossed.

You hadn’t really thought of what you were trying to say earlier. You wanted to ask for help or explain that you didn’t know how to solve the problem, but now all you can focus on is your exposure. An exposure that for reasons you can’t explain has you still completely and utterly erect. You tell yourself it’s still just from seeing the chancellor’s boobs, but the increase in precum leaking from your tip shows otherwise. You feel your cock occasionally twitching, and almost every face in the class moves with it, hypnotized.

You muster up the courage to speak, when you spot a girl in the very back holding up a piece of paper. “6” it reads. You realize she’s trying to help you, and the knowledge that someone in this class is being nice to you helps you calm down.

“T-the answer is six, ma’am.” You say, trying to sound as confident as possible.

Ms. Graves just stares at you for a moment.

“Six?”

“Um.” You suddenly lose all semblance of confidence. “Yes?”

“You read the problem once, didn’t write anything down, and you got six?” She asks. Even before she said it you realized how dumb it sounded.

You look back at the girl in the back, and see her looking confused before looking at the paper. She seems to mouth “oops” to herself before turning it back around, having now flipped it to read “9”.

“Ms. Adams, would you please come up to the board and show our new student how to solve the problem?” Ms. Graves says.

“Gladly ma’am.” A very energetic and happy sounding voice answers accompanied by a few jealous groans, and a few friendly cheers.

You see a dirty-blonde-haired girl stand up and almost skip to the front of the room. Another twitch of your dick comes as you see this girl's breasts, which can’t be smaller than G’s, bounce freely in her shirt. She clearly isn’t wearing a bra.

The girl stops just in front of you, making no effort to hide that she’s staring everywhere but your face and giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Hehe… um… marker, please.” She says, brushing her hair behind her ear with one hand and finally looking you head on. She’s unbelievably cute, with blue eyes that seem to go on forever. You barely lift your hand up at all to give her the marker, too busy admiring her beauty.

Almost immediately you feel yourself pulled back to earth as there’s suddenly a warm hand wrapped firmly around your engorged cock, causing it to drool a bit onto the floor. Shocked gasps, more whistling and at least one whispered “slut” fills the room. The girl before you giggles even more, before letting go and grabbing the marker.

“Whoops.” She says, giving you a wink. She turns to the board and starts completing the problem, very clearly confident in what she’s doing. When she stops, she circles her answer, which is indeed “9”.

“Very good, Ms. Adams. You may sit down.” Ms. Graves says. The girl gives you another flirty smile before bouncing back to her desk. You follow her with your eyes all the way there, before turning back to the teacher, who looks even more frustrated with you. You gulp.

“Um, almost got it though, huh?” you say.

“You are either correct or incorrect, just as your genitalia is either covered or on display. ‘Almost’ is meaningless in this class. Mr. McCoy this is review material everyone else here managed to remember from high school. If you plan to do more than just drip your disgusting fluids onto my floor this year then I suggest you start studying.” She says, and you blush at her shockingly lewd comment. “Now, take your seat and perhaps you’ll learn something other than how to disrupt my class today. There’s an empty spot next to Ms. Monk in the back.”

You turn to face the class, and see that the girl who attempted to help you before is excitedly waving you over as some of the other girls glare daggers at her. You slowly begin to walk towards her.

“And please cover that offensive thing when not speaking to the class, I’d rather you not leave a trail across the room.” In spite of her insulting tone you take her advice and cover yourself again, to a few girls audible disappointment.

You slowly trudge over to the very back corner of the room, every eye in the class following your trip.