Nope.

"John?" Mrs. Kunt asked. I found myself unable to answer.

"John... Doe?" she asked again, looking right at me, as I sit writhing in my seat, confused as to why I wasn't answering.

"I think he's sick," some helpful person behind me said.

"John... are you okay?" She stood up again, walked over to where I sat, crouched down in front of me. "Do you need to see the nurse?" she said, gently. I covered my errection as best I could, embarrased at the attention I was recieving, and yet strangely aroused as well, which actually made things worse.

"Where does it hurt? Here?" she asked, reaching out. She moved my hand aside and put hers in their place atop my rock hard blue jean covered member. "Does this hurt?" I nodded yes as well as I could. "It's very... hard." She said, before looking away in what might have been embarassment, or consideration.

"Tiffany, can you please call the nurse's office, tell Mrs. Olivia we're sending her a possible emergency?" She said, gently stroking the taut fabric covering my lap, reasuringly. "Everything's going to be okay, John. Just hang in there." She switched hands for a moment before removing them from my crotch entirely, and standing up. I could only groan in response.

"How do I dial the nurse's office?" Tiffany asked from the front of the room.

"I'll show you..." Mrs. Kunt replied, walking over to the phone.

"Are you okay... John, was it?" The pretty blonde girl to my right asked, "I'm Susan, or Sue if you like... here." She reached over and took over where Mrs. Kunt left off, massaging my crocth through my pants, more forcefully and rythmically this time, which actually helped a bit.

"...Th-thanks," I managed to **** out, almost in tears.

Sue bit her lip, adorably, in concern. "Maybe we should unbutton his pants?" she asked loudly of Mrs. Kunt in the front of the class. There was no response.

"Or we could take them off entirely!" said an enthusiastic voice to Sue's right.