...larger than expected

I noticed there were at least 100 girls sitting in the bleachers. "This school has a big cheerleading squad", I noted.

"Oh, so, about that...", Beth teased, "I might have also told the captain of the football team, the captain of the basketball team, the baseball team, the tennis team, the drama club, and the book club. They probably told their friends to come too. What you're looking at is about half the school."

"What?", you shouted, "You didn't tell me that!"

"You said you wanted a bigger audience.", Beth pointed out.

"Fair point.", you conceded.

"Before you go out in front of them, take this.", said Olivia.

"A robe?", you ask.

"Yeah, it's sexier if you do a reveal.", Olivia argued.

I put on the robe and Ann saw us and waved. She then greeted the audience "Thank you all for joining us here! You have all done such a good job with working hard on your extracurriculars that we decided to have a special treat for you! Enjoy!"

The audience applauded. It was show time. I walked up to the middle of the bleachers. In my normal state of mind this would be a nightmare. In my highly aroused state, this was a dream. The audience was murmuring but I could faintly make out some of it. I heard, "There's a boy in our school?", "What's he doing here?", "Is this the surprise? I'm not impressed."

Ann started to explain "I hear some of you are confused. Yes, this is a boy, as will soon be obvious. He snuck into the locker room to take naked pictures.", the audience booed,

"He was caught by my best friend, Beth, and she believes in karma. Do you all believe in karma?", the audience erupted in cheer,

"That's what I wanted to hear!", she continued, "The first few pictures he got were of girls in their towels. That's why he's in a robe: it's a bit like a towel in terms of coverage. Not bad so far, right? Well, he also snapped a few topless pics, so let's get even!", the audience erupted again.

Ann pulled the top of my robe down and my arms out leaving the top hanging over my belt. The audience gave a mixture of laughs and jeers. I wasn't able to hear much of the conversations but I heard one comment from a nearby spectator: "Is it bad that I'm hoping he got some naked pictures?", the girl sitting next to her lightly smacked her shoulder but smiled.

Ann started speaking again "That's bad enough, but this boy even managed to catch a few girls changing and caught them in their most embarrassing outfit: their birthday suit!", the audience whistled and booed,

"I'd be happy to teach him his lesson, but you have to show me you believe in karma!"

The audience chanted "Karma! Karma! Karma!", and "Strip him! Strip him! Strip him!",

Ann talked as if she speaking to me, but was really still clearly addressing the audience, "Alright, you heard the crowd! Maybe next time you won't try something like this again!"

The audience was cheering loudly at this. But the moment Ann untied my belt and let my robe drop exposing my penis to the massive crowd, they collectively gasped. Then they started to murmur, whistle, cat call and taunt. It was exhilarating.

Ann was transfixed on staring at my aroused dick and she didn't speak for a couple minutes while she soaked it in. But, she eventually regained her composure and spoke, "You know, there was something I didn't want to say because it was so personal, but I feel like I have to now. I did something I wasn't supposed to do. I touched myself while I was in the locker room. I know, I know. I'm not supposed to do that, and I'm sorry, but it happened. I cleaned up after myself and didn't do it in front of anyone...or so I thought until I a saw this boy had full video of me. I was mortified!"

This was a lie, but I could see what she was doing. I appreciated her putting her reputation on the line just to justify what I was about to do. Ann reached the zenith of her presentation: "It was wrong of me to do that but even more wrong for this boy to sneak in and get video of it! What are we gonna do about that?"

The crowd extremely loudly chanted "Karma! Karma! Karma!"

And that was my cue. I put one hand under my balls and wrapped the other around my cock. I pulled back my foreskin and pushed it back over my dickhead. I repeated this slowly. The crowd chanted "Faster! Faster! Faster!", I sped it up just as they wanted. They chanted "Work it! Work it! Work it!" and I went even faster. The crowd was loving it with woops and whistles all over the place. They were certainly getting pictures and video of it. Videos they will share with their friends and watch over and over again. I know Ann lied about masturbating in the locker room, but I wonder if some of the girls in this audience will do that now that they got the idea? I hope they are thinking of me standing buck naked on this field jerking off for them.