Not what John had in mind

"Uhmmm..?" John Doe responded, hoping he was reading what he thought he was in the sly smile and little wink that his favorite teacher just gave him. He wondered what sex act his high school geography teacher was planning next, when he caught her staring at his over-sized, tented boxers. He didn't really care what she did to him, as he stood before her, only inches between them. Her model-pretty looks were as intoxicating this closeup as the perfume that filled his head, making him dizzy.

"Those big boxers of yours. There's no way you can wear them under these coach shorts." Kelly Testone held the instructor's shorts out to him on the crook of her index finger.

John's heart fell. He thought she didn't want her cheerleaders to see his stiff cock, and was eager to do something about it. Instead she was worried about his choice of underwear.

The cheer coach was right, though. The white polo shirt and navy shorts she had offered were of course from the female staff, and were cut smaller than what their male counterparts might wear.

"You wouldn't happen to have an athletic supporter in your backpack?" asked the blonde instructor, one of her shaped eyebrows arched quizzically as she glanced at his big blue bag in the corner.

John looked at her, his gaze dropping to her outthrust boobs when she mentioned his backpack. He realized he still had her bra and panties stuffed inside an outside pocket for 'safekeeping'. She hadn't mentioned them when she brought him to her office to change. She simply tugged into the second-skin tee and shorts, without regard for the aforementioned undergarments. John couldn't help but notice the way her braless boobs stretched out the blue stencilled letters of 'Trojans Cheerleading ' that were emblazoned across her impressive chest. His teacher's stiff nipples dented the tight grey material, threatening to poke holes through the thin cotton.

John was brought out of his trance by the waving hand of his teacher.

"Hello, John! You know... a cup, a jock, a jockstrap?" Miss Testone continued to question.

"Uh.. uh..no" answered John, snapping his head up to meet her questioning stare.

"Well, since this is the women's coaches' lockerroom, I'm afraid I can't help you there. You'll just have to go commando, I guess!" Kelly said, referring to his going without underwear under his impromptu uniform. She ruffled her prize student's hair as she headed for the doorway to the gymnasium. "Please hurry and come out, we don't have much free time!"

John just stared at the door behind which the nicely rounded cheeks of his teacher's ass had recently disappeared. He couldn't believe his wet dream of a teacher had left him with this big hardon.

The frustrated eighteen-year-old dressed in the outfit he had been given. It was kind of ill-fitting, his belly showing beneath the short hem of the lanky lad's pullover shirt. The shorts were high on his legs. John **** his erection down one leg, hoping the head didn't show below.

As John made the painful decision to go out to the gym this way, he noticed a sliding door in the wall of the office. His eyes gleamed when he realized what it was. When he had been called to the coaches' office on the boys' side, he had noticed an observation window that was mirrored on the lockerroom side. This must be the girls'. Looking around to make sure he was alone, John lowered his shorts and grasped his thumping hardon in preparation for what he might find behind the sliding door. With his free hand, John shakily pulled aside the partition.