Sex Ed Demo Part 2 by DaddyWolf
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In a panic Drew looked out at the class. He couldn't seem to make his body respond to Ms. Cotton's commands. But he did. He did because he had been trained to. He jumped at her command, and he just couldn't help himself as he stood up from his desk, levitating as it were, and moved to where she was standing with Tommy, the clas troublemaker. He was tall, much taller than Drew, almost by a head. Drew stared at the ground like he was in a face off, unable to look his opponent in the eye, doing everything possible to forestall the confrontation he knew was coming.
"Drew, I'm so proud of you!" she gushed. "Isn't he brave everyone? Let's have a hand for our lesson models," she said with exaggerated flair, grinning at the clear discomfort of her demonstrators. A polite smattering of applause followed as the class took part in the embarrassing joke. Tommy rolled his eyes and looked away, seemingly too cool for it all.
"Drew, let's show everyone the pretty things you put on today..."
His eyes shot up to her in shock. Drew knew what she meant, but he was mortified. How could she? But he was powerless to resist. She had trained him too well. Drew always took care to maintain a studious appearance, and in fact, his dress was informed by Ms. Cotton's advice. She had wanted him to look smart, and made several pointed comments that let him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. His hair was neatly parted and gleamed with product. The button up shirt that he wore, tucked into belted dress slacks was the antithesis of the slouchy uniform of t-shirt and jeans so prevalent in school fashion. His hands went to his buckle and exposed what he had thought was just a little secret between him and the teacher. His teacher had never asked to see his naughty underthings, and for a while he wondered why she had asked him to wear them in the first place, but all she would do is ask if he had on his pretty things and he would nod in embarrassment, red cheeked. That would be enou
gh for her. It was something so subtle that they both got a thrill from it being under wraps, away from the eyes of others. It was their own little secret.
Now she was asking him to reveal that secret to the world, but he had put them on for her, so why not reveal them for her? As he fuddled with the closures of his pants, he released his slacks (which were tight after the fashion of the day) and wiggled out of them, just like the girl in the video. As he pulled them down he revealed white lace panties with matching stockings attached to a garter belt just like the girl they had just seen. However, unlike the girl in the videos, his panties were tenting out in the front from an adorable erection that made the class burst out with laughter. The tittering of the girls behind their delicate hands shamed him as he compared their reaction to his with their reaction to Tommy's. He could do nothing but step awkwardly out of his pants and shoes, tripping as he did. He stood there in the lacy undergarments that Ms. Cotton had bought him, shirt tails offering inadequate coverage as he tried to hold them down over his embarrassingly small stiffie.
"That's it, Drewie! Doesn't he look lovely?" she goaded the class on. Drew's milk white legs pressed together at the knees as he tried ineffectively to defend himself from their gazes. "Help Tommy out, Drew," she told him. For a second as he looked back and forth from Tommy's bulge to her expectant, perfect face, he was confused. Surely she didn't mean?
But she did. "I can't do it, Drew. I'm his teacher! You have to do it. Won't you be my strong, little man and help me out this one time for the class?" Nevermind that he was still a boy and not a man, and he definitely didn't feel strong or manly compared to Tommy, dressed as he was in these frilly underthings. Still, he felt the pull of her voice, the subtle coercion of her influence and he bent to her will like grass in the breeze. In slow motion he took the zipper tab between his forefinger and thumb and drew it down. With an agonizing click-click-click it slid apart. Reaching in, Drew saw that there was no way to pull the massive member through the hole, and he received a shock as he touched bare skin - Tommy wasn't wearing any underwear! Trembling, his hands moved upward as his slender fingers struggled clumsily with Tommy's belt and buttons. He was absolutely crushed by how difficult this was, a task that he would normally be able to perform blindfolded. In that moment he hated
buckles and buttons and cursed them in his mind.
"Stop playing around, Drew! Get on your knees and get down to it." Ms. Cotton chided. Drew fell to his knees, painfully aware of his puny erection straining against his panties and the draft from having his bare cheeks exposed to the class. Finally, Tommy's pants came undone almost by themselves and Drew reached in and down into Tommy's pants to pull out his prodigious member. As he wrapped his fingers around it, it was like nothing he had ever felt. He didn't even imagine they made them so big, comparing it to his own dimunuitive, little prick. He sucked in a deep breath as he grabbed it (his fingers wouldn't even reach around!) and carefully pulled it out. It sprang free like a water hose, leaping out of his pants and almost smacking Drew in the face. He held it up in front of him like it was a medical marvel (which to him it was) and Tommy smirked down at him, peeking at the rest of the class to catch their astonished gaze. Far from shrinking from the occasion, he thrust his hips
out further so that the head almost brushed up against Drew's forehead.
"All right, class, gather around. Shorter ones in the front. I want everyone to see what Drew's doing in our little demonstration," Ms. Cotton announced to the class, gesturing everyone forward. Shorter ones in front meant the inner circle was mostly girl. She put her hand on Drew's shoulder to get his attention. He tore his gaze away from the monster in his hand and looked up at her. "Drew, I want you to show the girls how to stroke a cock, just like you saw in the video. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" she cooed. Drew turned back and gulped, and watched as his hand started moving up and down of it's own volition. He was mesmerized by the way the skin slid up and down, revealing the swollen, purple head and then covering it. A clear, wet bead formed at the tip, and as the skin of the head touched it, it began to spread over the surface of his cock.
"Use that, baby," Ms. Cotton instructed him, her hands drawing back to cover the front of her skirt, as though she was trying to keep her hands from doing indecent things to herself. "Smooth it around the tip with your finger." Drew closed one hand around the base to hold Tommy's swollen member still, then dabbed the fingers of the other hand into the clear drop of pre that was now turning into a steady dribble. Clearly he wasn't expecting it to feel this good. He had never had anyone other than himself touch it like this. Drew found himself oddly arroused as well. He never thought of boys or their cocks like this before, but now that it was happening, that he was in this moment, he found himself incredibly turned on by being a spectacle for the class, the vessel for this man's pleasure.
"That's it..." Ms. Cotton whispered, almost to herself. Drew peeked over at her. She was such a babe, a drea to him and he never thought that he would get her attention doing something like this. He glanced around the room at the rest of the girls in the class, girls he had certainly had fantasies about. They were all breathless, turned on, and most were touching themselves in some discreet way. Drew could not have imagined that he would be surrounded by pretty girls and the only cock in the room was in his hands, and that he would be turned on.