The class.

"Oh wow, speak of the devil." Scarlet walked towards the door.

"Wait! Don't let them in!" I stood up from the couch one hand outstretched towards Scarlet as if to stop her from answering the door while the other remained over my privates. My whole class has already seen me in my underwear, I could not bare to have them see me stark naked.

"Don't worry Prof. I might have something for you to wear." Ingrid left the room to go fetch something but Scarlet kept walking towards the door. She wasn't stopping. I leapt over the couch, my dick waved around as I landed in a crouch and made a sprint for Scarlet. Too late. Her hand was already on the door handle waiting for me to get close enough so she could fling it right open.

Sunlight poured into the entryway as the wide door opened to more than a dozen familiar faces, each one taking in the unexpected sight of their totally exposed college professor. There was a collective gasp and shameful palms pressing against open mouths as these girls who were learning Pythagorean theorem from me the other day were now in a front row seat to see my penis.

I froze in that moment. Both parties involved were stunned by what they saw. They looked at me, and I looked at them looking at me. I could feel the blush spreading all across my skin as my mind jumbled with what I was going to do now. We just continued to stare at each other until one girl with frizzy hair and purple glasses spoke up from the crowd.

"Dang, teacher! So that's what you were packing beneath those shorts this whole time. Nice!" Her comment broke the spell of silence that fell over everyone. My students began laughing, pointing, and whistling their delight at seeing their least favorite teacher stand naked in front of them. I finally regained enough sense to cover up my junk with my hands. I lowered my head and crossed my legs to maintain at least a fraction of modesty. The young women came flooding in at the sign of my notable embarrassment. They surrounded me and swarmed me as they got enough courage to start touching me.

"Aw, what are you so afraid of Professor Finn? Trust me, you got nothing to be ashamed of down there."

"I want to see it again! I want to wrap both my hands around it just to see how many inches stick out."

"Oh professor! You have the firmest ass I have ever seen...or felt."

"Oh my gosh, that blush on your face is so cute Professor Finn. I just love seeing you like this!"

"I wish my boyfriend were this ripped. I just can't stop touching him! Someone stop me...no wait! Don't stop me, I am loving this too much."

"So the only redeeming part about you is your body, huh? Do you stay in shape to make up for your crap personality?"

"Yummy! Lets forget about math today, I wanted to study this!"

Hands trailed over me like spiders examining every inch of my nudity. My rear end was groped and fondled, fingers played with my hardened nipples, palms caressed my thighs and calves. My molesters even tried to pull apart my arms to uncover my goods but I held on as best as I could. Some of the girls became audacious enough to start giving me kisses all over my face, my chest, my legs, even my butt! One girl whose face I can't recall actually leaned in and bit my ear. I quivered at the overstimulating attention my body was taking. My flesh erupted in goosebumps and I could feel my johnson growing in my hands from arousal.

I finally worked up enough nerve to bark a protest but Bridget beat me to it. "Alright everyone, save some of that skin for later. We got a class to finish up for midterms. Then we can have some fun playing with the teacher." The class stepped back from me but remained close. Scarlet came in pushing a whiteboard with some markers with Ingrid following from behind.

"Good news Professor Finn," Ingrid was carrying something with her. "I found something for you to wear."