Yes

“I don’t know.” Ian muttered, constantly shifting between looking at Miss Campbell and at an undetermined spot somewhere behind her.
“You really should,” Miss Campbell informed Ian, “otherwise the students might be disturbed by the aberration form ordinary procedure.”
“I won’t laugh.” Miss Campbell’s insurance provoked a startled “No!” from Ian.
“It’s not that that I’m worrying about,” Ian filled in, “it’s just that…”
“What?” Miss Campbell wondered.
“Alright…” Ian sighed, not quite believing what he was to say next, “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent!” Miss Campbell’s voice was filled with girlish delight.

It was a decision that Ian had never imagined that he would one day get to make, but now he had agreed to strip down naked before meeting an entire class of young students, and he had no clear idea of wherefrom his agreement to do so had come.

Nonetheless Ian began to undo his shirt-buttons, and soon he could hand it over to Miss Campbell, who folded the shirt before laying it over one of her arms. His chest was not spectacularly muscled but not burdened with a lot of excess fat either; he had a little time to work out every week, and he usually tried to make good use of it.
Kicking off his shoes, Ian was a firm supporter of the theory that few things in the world looked as silly as man dressed only in a pair of socks, so they went off next.
Behind schedule on washing his clothes on account of his mates’ convincing him to go clubbing with them instead of watching his underwear go round and round in the washer, Ian had decided to go commando when dressing that morning. It had been a bold decision then, but its boldness was rapidly evaporating as he now undid his belt-buckle in preparation of an act which did seem a lot bolder.
After a short inhalation, Ian tugged his pants down and allowed his cock to come jutting out into the open.

Her first glance of Ian’s penis caused Miss Campbell’s eyes to widen and her lips to part and let out an “It’s huge!” as she gawked the thick rod of veined meat.
To Ian, more accustomed to women crying out in shock and awe at the sight of his member, Miss Campbell’s reaction was a very pleasant surprise. Her responsive call was a lot better than the more standard “it’s too big”, or some variation of that, which Ian had heard far too many times in his role as living proof that although it’s nice to be better endowed than average, there comes a point where it stops being a blessing and becomes a damn nuisance.

Still, Miss Campbell wasn’t striking Ian as the kind of woman who would either flat out refuse having sex with him on account of his size, or lay on her back and do nothing as he struggled to fit it inside her.

As if to validate his judgment of at least one part of her character as being correct, Miss Campbell slid round him, keeping her eyes on his cock until it became physically impossible to do so, and pulled something out of one of the desk-drawers.
Seconds later, Miss Campbell was on her knees in front of Ian, with an iron ruler in her right hand that looked to be about twelve inches long.

“What are you do…” Ian stopped speaking abruptly as he suddenly felt the latex-clad palm and bare fingers of Miss Campbell’s left hand on his cock.
“I have to measure this.” Miss Campbell told Ian, even if it sounded as though she had said for her own benefit as much as for his.
Wrapping her hand round the blunt tip of Ian’s dick, Miss Campbell struggled to keep it steady and level while lining the ruler up next to it.
“Fuck,” Ian, biting his lips and keeping his eyes closed as he tried to visualize Boris Johnson in a tutu in another attempt to pull himself back from the verge of climax, could hear Miss Campbell exclaim, “the ruler’s too short.”
“Do you know how long this monster really is?” Miss Campbell asked him.
“No,” Ian admitted, “I’ve never measured it; I just figured that it’s kind of long.”
“Honey,” Miss Campbell rolled the word out over her lush lips, “this isn’t just long, it’s so fucking big that you’ll probably end up as the new number one of the staff board.”
“Staff board?” Ian echoed Miss Campbell.
“Yeah,” Miss Campbell made no motion to explain what the board was in any detail as she instead kept the ruler next to Ian’s cock, “I’m going to have to mention this to Miss Taylor and see if we can’t offer you a permanent job.”
“But you don’t even know if I’m any good as a teacher!” Ian protested, while trying to get his head around the fact that he was discussing his future employment with a woman kneeling before his rigid cock.
“Don’t worry about that, we’re very much a show and tell school.” Miss Campbell informed Ian, although she was speaking to his cock rather than to his face as she said it, and added “Now, I just have to know if this is a hard as it’ll get.”

“No, wait!” Ian tried to stop Miss Campbell from stroking his cock, but he was too late. The one jerk by Miss Campbell’s hand was all that it took to release all of the excitement pent-up inside Ian to come flushing out in an ejaculation.
Sitting with her mouth open and only inches away from his cumhole, Miss Campbell would have thick gobs of Ian’s cum splattering against her chin, tongue and lips only seconds later, Ian being stiff as a board as his jizz jetted out of his cock to rain down on Miss Campbell.
The lower part of her face already doused with sperm, Miss Campbell giggled and moaned as more of the creamy liquid now began to hit her around the eyes, a thick rope of the stuff actually welding her right eyelid completely shut.
Going on instinct rather than any rational line of thought, Ian twisted the glans of his cock to point at Miss Campbell’s exposed tits, and it was with a delighted groan that he observed the glorious orbs being painted by gleaming drops of his cum which came to glisten vividly against the rich colour of her skin.

“Why Mister White, I would never have believed that I have such an effect on you.” Miss Campbell teased Ian verbally, before teasing him again by lifting her left boob up to her mouth and lick goblets of his cum up with her nimble tongue.
Stifling his first instinct to apologize to Miss Campbell, Ian watched her rise up on her feet in front of him and once more put her hand on his now softening member.
“You just leave it to me Mister White,” Miss Campbell told Ian, a drop of cum roping its way downwards from her lower lip as she ran her hand over his stiffening cock, “and I’m sure that I’ll convince Miss Taylor that we can squeeze you in.”

With his cock hard again and his clothes placed in the wardrobe behind the desk, Ian was left to wait for his class as Miss Campbell exited the room without cleaning the products of his climax from her face and tits.
Of course, Miss Campbell had informed Ian that she wanted to see him straight away once the class was over, and had given him the location for their next rendezvous.

Mere seconds after Miss Campbell had left and Ian had seated himself behind the desk the door at the end of the room swung open and the students began to flood into the classroom.

Writer's notes: See "Notes" for suggestions on what the future will hold for Ian.