Peter walks in at a very awkward moment...

I was still in shock at my predicament. Here be me, completely naked from head to toe, in my college's Human Anatomy course, which I was signed **** to participate in by my blackmailer, only to be used as the exhibit for what happens with male ejaculation, while being jerked off by my longtime crush. It would almost be poetically hilarious if it weren't so personally horrifying... or happening to me.

I looked down at my tormentor, and was shocked to discover that she had the faintest hint of a smile on her face. She was enjoying this! Unsure of her intentions, I managed to squeak out, "Uh, B-Becca?"

She lifted her eyes away from my schlong that she was in the process of pleasuring and met my gaze. "Yes~?" she sang.

"Um... do you think you could -- ah! -- slow down?" That gasp in the middle of my request was the realization that I could feel it coming. 'Please, god, no,' I thought to myself. 'I would never be able to look any of these people in the eye again if I cum in here...'

During Benjamin's involuntary pleasuring session, Peter was practically sprinting down the hallways, only slowing down when professors, secretaries, and other staff were in his path, giving him looks of confusion. He didn't want to explain what he was doing. He honestly didn't know if he should explain what he was doing. The new policy of allowing full nudity in certain contexts was really unpopular with many staff members, and something told him that they wouldn't take very well to the revelation that one of the university's best students was hiding au natural in one of the custodial closets.

'Dammit, Ben, where the hell are you??' Peter swore to himself, frustrated that his longtime friend had gotten not only himself, but now one of his best friends into such an awkward and potentially humiliating situation. Not just for Denise, but for Peter himself, as well as Robbie and Molly.

Benjamin's nude escapades weren't exactly discreet at this point, given just how public the tech store stint became afterwards, and the revelation that Benjamin had been spending the month or two without a stitch of clothing on for any reason whatsoever might as well have been the worst kept secret in town. Peter's classmates and co-workers consistently mocked him, wondering where his pervert boyfriend was every time he entered the room. It had made this entire experience a living hell for poor old Pete.

'Ah, that's it!' Pete suddenly remembered the schedule that Benjamin's tormentor had sent their way. 'He's in Human Anatomy!'. With that, he picked up the pace once again, eager to get this whole mess out of the way, at long last.

'Please, no!' I was practically shrieking in my head as my crush of several months continued to stroke my cock against my desires. 'Please, someone, anyone, save me from this!'

And then, just as I felt as if all hope was lost and I was doomed to live through an ultimate humiliation (seriously, I was this close to just exploding right there), the entrance to the lecture hall burst open, and there stood Pete, my unlikely savior, with a bewildered look in his eyes.

"Benjamin!" Pete shouted, jogging up to the center of the hall to my side. "We need to go! Denise needs your help!"

Well, now, all of my attention was away from the unorthodox teaching method that I had been center if attention for at that revelation. "What, Denise?!" I exclaimed, not bothering to cover up. "What's going on?!"

Pete shook his head briefly. "I-I don't know, let's just get out here and figure out what's going on!"

And without a second thought, he grabbed me by my wrist and began to pull me out of the room. Not that he needed to, mind you, as I proceeded to pick myself up from an accidental tripping to regain my footing and follow my dear roommate out of the room.

As we entered the hallway outside of the lecture, I could clearly hear the professor shouting that I needed to come back and finish the presentation (yeah, sure, lady. I'll get right on that), as Pete spoke up.

"All that Denise told me was that she was intercepted by Brittany and that wants you to meet her in the custodial closet." His explanation might as well have been a run-on sentence, she expressed the entirety of the situation in a single breath.

"What?!" I exclaimed. "What did Brittany do to her?!" My blind anger gave Peter enough time to catch his breath, as well as make me hyper aware of surroundings. The feeling of the cold marble floor underneath my bare feet and toes, the slight breeze from a slightly propped open door enveloping around my bare body, and causing me to shiver lightly, which, in turn, caused my still-erect penis to bob back and forth, as well as my balls to lightly bounce up and down...

Goddammit, I want my clothes back so fucking badly.

Without a second thought, I rushed past Peter and made my way towards my (hopefully) destination. There were several custodial closets strewn throughout the building, so if I want to find Denise before someone else does, I'll need to be fast. Absent-mindedly, I yelled out to Peter, "Thanks! I'll see you back at home!" If I had stayed around a bit after saying that, I would have witnessed Peter looking utterly done with me.

Unfortunately, as I was running down the corridor, I attempted to cover up my shame, but as it turns out, when you're as close yo ejaculation as I was and then very suddenly denied pleasure, that tends to make it so that so much as a single touch can send you over the edge and create a big mess. So, begrudgingly, I just let my rock-hard member flap about, slapping my thighs and lower stomach as I attempted to make my daring rescue.

Suddenly, the door opened. Expecting solace in the form of her close friend, Denise immediately emerged from her hiding spot, only to come face to face with the likes of Richard "Tricky Dick" Dixson, the well-meaning, yet oblivious, janitor at the University for the better part of 25 years. Upon his arrival, Richard was met with the remarkably unexpected, yet not entirely unappreciated, sight of Denise's large boobs, her neatly shaved pubic area... and her unobscured face, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that an honor student at the University was standing completely nude before.

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Richard was only able to let out an audible "Uhhh..." before Denise realized her mistake, slapped her hands over her breasts, yelled out "Fuck! FUCK!" and stormed out of the room to the safety(?) of the hallway.