He teases you mercilessly

You only get a few steps inside the back entrance of the cabin when Richard greets you, a shit-eating grin across his face. He reaches out to take the cardboard box of clothes from you, setting it on a small foyer table before he blocks your forward progress by placing his right hand on your left shoulder and keeps you at arm's length. His eyes travel up and down your newly dressed body as you stop in your tracks before him in the empty house.

"Well, don't you look like a PE teacher's wet dream!" he cracks, taking a swig from an amber-colored beer bottle after he does.

You watch as he moves slightly behind and around you to complete his appraisal, staying silent all the while.

"The question is, who would it be that goes after you when the bell rings? Butch Mc Dyke?" he questions, walking around further, softly trailing a hand over your taut bare belly before he disappears behind you, whisking the fingers over the small of your bare back before he grasps a chunk of your assflesh thru the thin nylon of the girls' running trunks.

You know Ms. McPyke had a reputation for being overly affectionate with the female charges in her gym classes, touching, swatting butts for good work.

"Or maybe Barry Ballbuster?" Richard continues to theorize. " 'Bet he'd like to see that package in these little shorts!" Richard grabs at your tightly bundled sex assembly as he completes his circle around you.

Barry Armbruster, or course, headed the Phys. Ed. Department and had a similar reputation in the boys' side of the lockerroom.

Despite your predicament, you can't help but be turned on by either prospect. Your cock swells, the flared head barely contained below the low waistband of the short shorts.