Tommy had dodged the showers after gym period for most of the school year, but, now at eighteen, in his senior year, Mr. Akins, the gym teacher, had put his foot down. Tommy had to shower after gym, his teachers and other students had complained of his sweaty odor.
That was when Mr. Akins discovered why Tommy had been so reticent about being naked in the shower with all the other boys. No, it wasn't because he had a small penis. To the contrary, Tommy's fat penis, even when flaccid, hung down more than ten inches. Tommy felt he was deformed when in front of other boys with five or six inch penis's. He didn't realize that all the other boys were jealous of his 'equipment'.
His English class was the last of the day, where Miss Gloria Jackson was the teacher. She was a woman in her mid thirties, not especially attractive, except for her breasts. They were twin cones jutting out from her chest, with turgid nipples showing even through her bra and blouse. As with all the other boys in class, Tommy would develop a raging hard-on, just at the sight of them.
To his advantage, his penis would be trapped down the left leg of his Levi's and therefore not as noticable as the other boys. However, it would become quite painful. Every day after leaving Miss Jackson's classroom, Tommy would make a bee-line for the boys bathroom where he'd jack his cock, using both hands on the monster, for almost twenty minutes until his spunk shot out, thus releaving the pain.
It was during the last week of the school year that, as the class was dismissed, Miss Jackson called out, "Thomas, please stay a moment. I'd like a word with you."
Unknown to Tommy, the size of his penis had been the subject of discussion during a coffee break in the teachers lounge. Mr. Akins had described it in detail. While most of the older teachers had been horrified, Miss Jackson had almost drooled with the thought of such a tool invading her. She had spent the rest of the day with wet panties.
"Gee, Miss Jackson, please can I go to the bathroom? I'll come right back."
"Alright, Thomas, but there is something I have to discuss with you," she replied, waving him on his way. As soon as he left the room, the teacher reached up under her skirt and pulled her, now soaked, white cotton panties off, placing them in her desk drawer.
After almost twenty minutes she began to think he'd left school when he suddenly returned to her classroom. "Please close the door, Thomas, I need to talk to you about a personal matter."
"Yes Mam," and he pushed the door closed, not noticing that the lock had been tripped so that no one could come in. He turned to face his teacher, trying to keep his eyes off her tits, for him, a rather difficult task.
Miss Jackson began slowly. "Thomas, you...er... you..like looking at my...uh...boobies, don't you?"
Automatically, Tommy's eyes became glued to them and his recently relieved cock began to swell again. "Uh...Yes Mam, I guess I do. But, so do all the other boys."
"Oh, I know that, but, I've noticed that when you look at them you get a look of pain on your face. I was thinking you didn't like seeing them. Does your...uh...you know...thing...hurt when you look?" Then, "See, that's the way you're looking right now."
"It's on account of my tight pants. Oh geez, Miss Jackson, I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom again."
