For most of my life now I've had a problem, and the problem has been with my "package". It's too big, 12" inches long and almost 5" inches around, I've measured. Of course it hasn't always been that big, the problem started when I was around 13, when puberty really began to take effect for me. Soon after I started growing at a furious rate, and when I grew, all of me grew. When puberty started for me, I guess my "package" was around 4 1/2, maybe 5 inches. Two years later it was the 12" inch monster I carry with me now. You might think it's great to have a 12" inch penis, well let me tell you, it's not great at all, in fact it's a huge pain in the ass. For starters, when "it" really started getting huge, I couldn't wear a cup for football, and I was forced to quit in my freshman year. It was also the target of jokes with my classmates, it's huge size making me "different" from them, and therefore a target for ridicule. Most importantly (and painful for me), if I became erect while I had any kind of clothing on below the waist, it was (and still is) incredibly painful, and that is the "problem" which leads me to my story.....
In my senior year, my last class of the day was English class. If it had been any of my other classes, I probably would have been dying to bolt out of the room as soon as the bell rang, but that was not the case for this class. What made this class different was Ms. Brown. She was young, no older than 26 if I had to guess, and very witty and outgoing. She made class fun for us, and most of the class liked her immediately. Ms. Brown was also the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had the nicest auburn hair which reached about halfway down her back; bright blue eyes and an infectious laugh. She also had beautiful, well-rounded breasts, at least a C-cup, which fit in well with the size of her body (She was about 5'8" and no more than 120 pounds). She usually wore simple earth colored sweaters, although on some days she wore a white blouse, always a knee length black skirt, and simple dress shoes which put the whole outfit together. She was also part of my problem. I would constantly get an erection while in her class, and those erections were some of the most painful things I've ever experienced in my entire life. Finally I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do something. One day while I was sitting though another one of my painful English classes, out of the blue I decided I would have to unzip my fly and let my cock out, I couldn't stand the pain. Slowly I unbuttoned my pants, then unzipped them and pulled them down a little bit, enough to let my cock get out. It worked, I felt much better, now all I had to do was keep my mouth shut and not attract attention. Since I was the lone student at the back of the class, I knew I had a good chance of not being detected with my exposed member, and I wasn't, for a while.
A few weeks later, while Ms. Brown was teaching, I repeated the "dropping of the pants" routine, as I had done for the last few weeks. That day Ms. Brown had been looking even better than usual. That day was "casual Friday" at our school and Ms. Brown had dressed accordingly. She wore one of her white blouses, which gave everyone in the room a clear outline of her bra through the material. She also wore tight blue jeans which showed off her wide hips and beautiful, round ass. On her feet she wore a pair of strapless black sandals, and her auburn hair was pinned back into a bun with a black hair clip. About halfway through class, as I was daydreaming through one of the boring lectures on British Literature in the Middle Ages (Something even Ms. Brown couldn't make exciting) I noticed she had stopped her presentation abruptly. It was then I noticed her staring at me, well not at me, but under the desk, which could only mean... "David I want to see you after class" she said with a look of disdain on her face, and then went back to her presentation without another word. My shock was total. Several of the kids in my class looked back at me but by a miracle of God didn't see my giant one-eyed monster under the desk. It didn't matter, Ms. Brown had, that was all that mattered. I spent the remainder of the class with a blush on my face and thoughts of what I should do during my suspension in my head. I also managed to slip my pants back on during the lecture, my erection had vanished almost instantly.
The school bell, "My death bell" I thought dryly, finally rang 25 minutes later, and all of the kids in my class began to stream out into the hallways. First to their lockers, then on the buses to go home. I would not be going home, except maybe in a squad car after the police got finished charging me with indecent exposure or whatever they charged flashers with. That was what I thought was going to happen, I could not have been more wrong.
As soon as all my classmates had left the room, I assumed Ms. Brown would simply drag me down to the Dean's office to explain to them what had happened, and I would be off on my way to jail. Instead, she sat down in her seat behind her desk and quietly began to work on grading the research papers we had submitted at the beginning of class. She continued grading for about 15 minutes, then got up silently and closed the door. There was no one left in the school by now. All of the kids were gone, the buses carrying them had left 10 minutes after the bell rang, and all of the teachers had left just as quickly, anxious to get home and do whatever teachers do there (Probably grade papers).
After closing and locking the door, she proceeded to walk to the back of the room where I was sitting, pull out one of the student chairs, and sit down on it backwards, inadvertently spreading her legs slightly to get around the back of the chair. She sat directly in front of me, with her elbows laying on the neck of the chair, her body leaning forward slightly. From this angle, I had a great view down her blouse, but now would not be the time to sneak a peak. I forced myself to look up at her face, her blue eyes looking directly into my green ones. I saw a look of concern on her face, like she was anxious or nervous, "why would she be anxious" I thought.
