Ten teases

John checked his new pair of gym trunks to see if his recently purged cock was noticable, now tucked into the female staff shorts. He was glad to see the swollen shaft had finally deflated and shortened so that he didn't have to worry about his dick's head showing out the leg of the shorts.

John headed towards the sound of his teacher's voice, jogging slowly through the otherwise empty staff office and girls' lockerroom to the twin doors that he knew led to the gymnasium. He realized now why the cheer coach asked if he had a cup. His well-drained balls ached just from the short jaunt from the office in these snug shorts.

Taking a breath, John pushed through the doors, not knowing exactly what Kelly Testone and the twelve cheerleaders under her charge had planned for him.

John stopped for a second when he saw nearly all of Tromaville High's varsity cheer squad doubled over before him, alternating toe touches as Miss Testone barked, "Faster, faster, girls!" He couldn't help but watch ten pairs of cheerleader asscheeks bounce as they went through their stretching routines. Renee and Thea seemed to be missing, though, he wondered where they could have gotten to. She left for the gym before him. He soon turned his attention back to the cheek-filled blue bloomers of the remainder of the pep squad. The little skirts provided no coverage now, the gray and blue pleats lay uselessly atop their hips.

As John began to study the merits of each of the various sizes and shapes of bums presented before him, Kelly Testone broke his concentration with a shout.

"Come to me, John!" she yelled from the other side of the line of exercising girls, gesturing with a wave of her hand for him to be by her side.

John looked to his fantasy mate and clenched his eyes shut for a moment to drive out of his mind the vision of the coach's tits bobbling unfettered in that tight gray tee shirt as she waved to him. If only he could drive those words she spoke out of his fevered mind as well. He didn't want to have an erection in front of the school hotties.

John didn't realize he was too late in that regard.

The tall gawky lad chugged around the line to stand facing the girls with Miss Testone.

The pepsters giggled a little amongst themselves at the geeky guy in the too small uniform. Their eyes pointed out to each other the too small jersey, his flat belly showing between his shirt and his shorts. Others alluded quietly to his goofy grin. And one other noticed something else. And quickly pointed it out to the remainder of the line.

John didn't realize that his buttwatching had swelled his cock enough so the tip of the violet head was poking out the right leg of the coaches' shorts. But the curly-haired blonde named BettyJean did. And now all ten of the pepsters did. They suddenly grew more quiet as a group, as if they were giving Testone their undivided attention as she spoke of John volunteering his time to help spot them as they worked for the State Championships. Only one thing really had their attention, though. And now that Kelly had put her arm around the eighteen-year-old guy's shoulders affectionately, they saw it was growing longer, poking down a little further. They stifled their nervous titters, not wanting to show they knew, but wanting to see what would happen next.