Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Kent was haunted all day the following day by that horrible pirate dream.
He tried to get his mind off of it, but he couldn't.  Ironically, the dream
distraction kept him from realizing he was in for trouble when it came.

   Kent didn't like Miss Devasquez's classes, because he always felt like
she was undressing him with her eyes.  And of course he was right.  He
wasn't thinking about that though, when that class ended.  He was still
trying not to think about swabbing the deck with his dick out.  So he
wasn't as suspicious as he should have been when Miss Devasquez kept him
from leaving.  "Kent?  Could I have a word with you before you go?  Brenda
and Cindy?  You too, please."

   Kent and the two girls saw that Miss Devasquez didn't want to talk until
all the other students were gone.  Once she had the door closed and locked,
it was just the four of them.  She sat at her desk while her students
waited.  She said to Kent, "You aren't going to be present during the
interview today, are you Kent?"

   He couldn't help a tiny grin.  He had been trapped in a bad dream, but
at least today he wouldn't be trapped with horrible Shelly in Miss
Hartick's office.  "No, I'm not."

   "That's too bad.  On the other hand, Chris, Dean and Reggie will be more
than enough for Shelly and Jasmine."

   Brenda and Cindy looked slightly disappointed.  Brenda said, "She got a
ninety percent?"

   "Ninety five.  She must have really wanted in that room."

   Kent couldn't help asking, "So you let her in to watch Shelly because
she got a good test grade?"

   "That's right.  Brenda and Cindy were taking the same make up test. 
They didn't quite make it, but they were so close.  Brenda got an eighty
nine percent and Cindy got an eighty eight.  It doesn't seem fair to me
that they should be denied that treat when they were so close.  I can't let
them go to the interview though.  A deal's a deal.  So I thought you might
help us with that."

   "What?  Oh no."

   "Don't be like that, Kent.  Do these girls a favor.  They worked hard
for it.  They won't get to see the three naked boys later today, but I
thought you'd make a great consolation prize.  So how about you pull your
pants down and let the girls see what you've got."

   Brenda and Cindy were wide eyed and smiling.  Kent was horrified.  "Miss
Devasquez, that's not fair!  I didn't do anything wrong."

   "Well of course you didn't, handsome.  But it's never a punishment when
we make you boys strip down.  You should be comfortable being naked for the
girls.  I'm starting to think you should treat it like a privilege."

   "Miss Devasquez, can't I just go?"

   Miss Devasquez smiled wickedly.  She couldn't help it.  "I'm afraid not.
I want you to act like a gentleman about it, and try not to complain."

   Brenda and Cindy both stared nervously at the handsome baseball player.
Miss Devasquez said, "I'm going to write a note for each of you, excusing
your tardiness to your next class.  That doesn't mean we have all day
though.  Kent, show the girls your penis."

   Kent stared at the floor as his hands started undoing his pants.  The
girls both mumbled little half words of delight as they waited for the
unveiling.  Kent stalled as much as he could, but there was no escape.  He
slid his pants down, then he fumbled his underwear down too.  He managed to
keep his hands under control.  He felt an overwhelming urge to cover up,
but he didn't.  He just let the girls stare in wonder with big eyes and
happy smiles.

   "He did it!  He really did it!  We can see his dick!" "Oh, that thing is
great!  HmHmMMmm!  M-Miss Devasquez?  Can he maybe take his shirt off?"

   "Oh come on!" Kent said.

   "Don't be like that," Miss Devasquez said.  "She's right, it would be
better if you were wearing less.  Off with it."

   "This is so unfair.  You shouldn't get to do this to us just because
we're on the baseball team." Even as he complained though, he complied,
baring more of his sexy body.  He had to hear the girl's little sounds get
louder and happier.

   Miss Devasquez stared as much as the girls did.  She had seen Kent's
naked body three times already, but that didn't make the sight any less
inspiring.  And to Kent it was no less embarrassing.  He finally gave in to
his impulses and threw his hands over his tool.  "Can't I go yet?"

   Miss Devasquez leaned back and explained, "Not yet.  I'm not through
enjoying this, so I know the girls aren't.  But I'll tell you what.  If you
get a good erection going, I'll count this as extra credit.  It'll help
your grade."

   "I don't want extra credit!  I just want to get dressed!"

   "Move your hands."

   Kent angrily threw his hands aside again only to hear a pair of high
pitched giggles from the girls.  Brenda sighed and said, "He's got a bigger
dick than the other boys did."

   Cindy said, "Will he get hard too?"

   "NO!" Kent said.  It was no good though.  He knew it was a lost cause.
He could feel his embarrassment moving through his body and rushing into
his loins.  "Oh man." Much to the delight the girls and Miss Devasquez, he
chose that moment to start.  It was a slow march upwards for his member as
his face turned a lighter but brighter shade of red.  "Not this, not this.
I hate this!  Miss Devasquez, don't let them look!  Let me get dressed
now!" She didn't even answer him.  She just mercilessly watched as he
arrived at a full hard on for their unblinking eyes.

   Miss Devasquez stood up and said with a carefree voice, "Well I guess
that'll improve your grade, young man.  Well done.  I knew you could do
it."

   Even though it had happened before, Kent was shocked by his own body's
unwelcome reaction to all that attention.  He wasn't even thinking as he
let Miss Devasquez take his hand and lead him forward a few steps to the
girls.  Once Miss Devasquez let go of his hand, she grabbed his penis. 
Kent made a funny sound of embarrassment.  Miss Devasquez told the girls,
"You can have a quick feel too, if you want.  Then we really do have to let
this sexy young man get on with his school day."

   Brenda didn't have to be told twice.  She wasn't timid at all as she
wrapped her eager fingers around his shaft.  She slid her hand up slowly,
loving the feel.  Then she let her fingertips play along the head of his
penis a bit before he let Cindy have a turn.

   Cindy was a bit intimidated, but she wasn't missing out.  She made sure
to get a handle on his handle while she grinned and giggled.  She wanted
more than that, so she ran her hand up his body to feel his physique before
taking another quick fondle of penis.  "Oh, this is so good.  If this is
what we get for our grades, I'm really jealous of Jasmine."

   Miss Devasquez was glad that she would be there at the interview.  She
had been waiting for that for some time.  Before she could let this
interlude end though, she said to the girls, "Tell Kent thank you."

   "Oh, THANK YOU, KENT!" "MMMmmm-hmmm!  Thank you forever!"

   Kent picked up his shirt and got dressed while the girls watched.  Miss
Devasquez told him, "I hope you do well at the Bluff Lake game tomorrow."

   "Yeah.  Whatever."

   For Cindy and Brenda that was the treat of the year.  Not only did they
get to see another naked stud, this time they got to feel him up.  For Miss
Devasquez though, it was just an appetizer.  She could hardly contain her
excitement.  She'd never gotten to lead a pregame interview before.  Miss
Hartick had explained it to her.  In fact, Miss Hartick had even made it
clear that the pregame interviews didn't have to be as restrained as the
locker room interviews.  She encouraged Miss Devasquez to really have fun
with it and let Shelly be creative.

   Shelly and Miss Devasquez had talked it out before, so Shelly was as
excited as Miss Devasquez.  She had done this before of course, but she was
still as thrilled as ever at the thought of forcing some hot athletes to
strip naked for her.  There was just no limit to this entertainment.

   After school though, on her way to Miss Hartick's office, she had a
little trouble.  The girlfriends of the athletes had been harassing her
more and more lately.  They were getting a bit out of hand.  Shelly had
always had to hear insults.  She had almost gotten used to jealous girls
knocking her books out of her arm or writing dirty things on her locker. 
Lately these angry girlfriends had seemed a bit organized.  They didn't
even all like each other, but they would be together at times to stand in
Shelly's way, to cut in line in front of her several girls at a time.  It
was getting a bit intimidating.  What happened partway to the interview
though was a small step in a bad direction.  Shelly saw Lita and Bobbi,
along with a few other girls.  She didn't see any real way to avoid them,
so she tried to look away and walk past while she heard the whispers. 
Anyway, Miss Armstrong was right there.  The girls couldn't cause a real
problem with a teacher right there could they?

   Then Lita, a tall girl, strode right at Shelly and ran into her,
knocking her down hard.  Shelly was more surprised than hurt, but she was
still staring up in wonder at Lita's arrogant smile.  Lita said, "Why don't
you watch where you're going?  You could get hurt."

   Shelly was staggering to her feet as she glanced over at Miss Armstrong.
Shelly felt intimidated again since Miss Armstrong was smiling.  Miss
Armstrong had been trying to stop the interviewing for a while.  It looked
like she had finally decided that she didn't have to play by the rules. 
Miss Armstrong walked over and told Shelly, "I saw that.  If you're going
to pick fights with other girls, Shelly, then you're going to get yourself
in real trouble.  I'll let it go this time, but I don't think I can
overlook it again."

   What could Shelly say?  She had turn away from the laughing girls and
try to get to the interview on time.  She felt terrible until she got
there. Then she started to feel better once she saw that everyone else had
already arrived.  Shelly wasn't about to let the mean girls ruin her fun.
She was going to keep stripping their boyfriends.  This time the boyfriends
in question were Dean, Chris and Reggie.  Those three baseball boys already
looked miserable, standing there waiting for their inevitable
embarrassment. Miss Devasquez was sitting at Miss Hartick's desk with a
huge smile.  She wasn't going to pretend that she wasn't loving this. 
Along with those two regulars, were three other lusty females, breathless
with anticipation.  Jasmine was there, of course.  Miss Devasquez was true
to her word.  Jasmine had aced the test, so now she would get to see three
bare baseballers.  Shelly had also invited her editor, Nancy.  The other
one wasn't a student though.  Shelly had already promised to get some more
boys naked for Coach Young, so she and Miss Devasquez had her tag along to
see this.

   Coach Young couldn't wait.  She had been denied access to the locker
room interviews, but she was here now, ready to see three boys naked who
weren't even on her weightlifting team.  She felt flutters of excitement
that made her occasionally shudder in delight.  This was really happening!
Sexy boys were being forced to get naked while she watched!

   Miss Devasquez managed to get her own urges under control enough that
she could get into character.  "All right then.  Before we begin, boys, I
want each of you to take one of these." She had a Prellis baseball cap for
each of them.  Then she explained to Coach Young, Nancy and Jasmine,
"Ordinarily we don't like to let the boys cover at all.  This time though,
just in the interest of helping the interview, Shelly and I have decided to
let the boys use these baseball caps to cover their essentials." To the
boys she said, "I expect you to show complete composure while you undress
and answer the questions.  What's more, whenever Shelly tells you to,
you're going to move those caps so that we can all see your penises. 
Understand?"

   The boys all gave angry glances while they took their caps.  They hated
being made to strip down.  They hated being told they were selfish for
hating it.  And they really hated being toyed with.  This baseball cap idea
was just another way for the women to tease and taunt them.  The boys could
already imagine themselves standing there naked, holding hats over their
cocks.  Reggie was true to form.  His cockiness vanished as he started
slipping off his clothes.  He was shaking with embarrassment as he felt the
eyes on his body.  Chris was so nervous that he had a hard time getting his
clothes off.  Dean was the first one to get everything off.  He turned away
from the girls so they wouldn't get to see his goods, but he heard gasps
and giggles and Shelly's wolf whistle as soon as they got a look at his
bare ass.

   He considered turning around with his cock in full view.  He knew they
would get to see it anyway.  Why give them the satisfaction of giving him a
little cover only to take it away?  He stood there, back to them all while
he tried to work up the nerve.  He just couldn't do it.  All he could think
about was the fact that he was naked in front of five happy females.  So he
stood there starkers except for the baseball cap that protected him like a
fig leaf.

   The girls were delighted to see Reggie's butt before he turned back
around with a cap for cover.  Then was Chris.  He was blushing delightfully
when he turned around.  Jasmine felt like she couldn't blink if she tried.
"This is great!  Look at how naked they are!"

   Miss Devasquez couldn't hide her smile.  "Oh, buck up, boys.  It's not
as bad as all that.  Show a little self respect.  I swear, I don't know why
you boys have to act so bashful about this."

   Dean glared at her.  "Can we just get this over with?"

   Miss Devasquez knew she should have been upset with him, but she just
loved his defiance while he stood there bare body wonderful.  She couldn't
let him get away with that though, so she decided to draw out the
embarrassment a bit.  "Jasmine?"

   "Y-yes?" She couldn't tear her eyes away from those bodies.

   "Before they leave here, all three of these boys are going to bare their
penises for you.  Which penis are you most looking forward to seeing?"

   The boys' jaws all dropped.  Were they really just going to be sized up
before the humiliation?  Jasmine finally looked away from the boys.  She
blushed like they did.  She was smiling, but she couldn't help a delightful
embarrassment at talking about the naked boys while they listened.  She
almost couldn't stand it, but she admitted, "I, uh, I really have a crush
on Chris.  Reggie and Dean are hot, but I really want to see Chris." She
made eye contact with Chris, and he glanced away.  She blushed again while
her eyes roamed all over him.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Nancy?" Nancy wasn't even a little bothered to
answer.  She warmed up and grinned as evil as Shelly ever did.  "Well, I've
seen Chris naked before."

   "You have?" Jasmine asked.

   "Oh yeah.  I've seen Reggie's dick too.  I've even felt Reggies' dick
while he was hard up."

   "You got to do what?" Jasmine demanded.

   Nancy smiled at her.  "I haven't seen Dean's dick yet though.  I can't
wait for that."

   Miss Devasquez said, "Coach Young?  Which boy has your eye?"

   "Me?" She couldn't believe this.  She knew this was going to be a show,
but this wasn't much like the naked weigh in she'd been there to see.  Her
heart was pounding as she let her eyes wander over the boys.  "I don't
know. I want to, oh I'm sorry boys, I want to see all of them uncovered. 
Oh goodness.  I guess, I guess, oh, I can't pick one.  They're all, uh,
they're all..."

   "They're all hot," Shelly said.  "Miss Devasquez and I have already seen
all three of these boys butt naked.  You won't be disappointed.  Can I
start the interview now, Miss Devasquez?"

   "Naturally."

   Shelly asked Jasmine and Nancy, "I think I'll start with Chris, and save
Dean for last."

   "Sounds good to me," Nancy said.  Jasmine looked Chris over yet again.
"Mm-hm."

   Chris shivered a moment.  He was about to give up his modesty again. 
With nothing but that hat for cover, he clenched his eyes shut tight
waiting for it.  Then Shelly said, "So, Chris, you had that issue with your
shoulder.  How's that coming along?"

   "Wh-what?  Oh, uh, it wasn't really a serious injury at all.  I'm
already recovered."

   "We're all glad to hear that.  Are you going to play in tomorrow's game
for certain then?"

   "Yeah.  I can't wait."

   "Neither can anyone else.  Now, tomorrow before the game- Oh wait, I
forgot for a moment, could you put that cap on while I interview you?"

   Chris froze.  For a moment he had almost thought he'd be spared.  How
did Shelly do that?  Then she wanted him to wear the hat.  What she really
meant was that she wanted the hat out of the way so all the girls could see
his dick.

   Miss Devasquez had to urge him on.  "Chris?  Shelly asked you to move
that hat."

   "I - I uh, but," he glanced around helplessly.  "Jasmine!  Tell her to
let me keep the hat here.  Please?"

   Jasmine did have a crush on him.  She'd already admitted to it.  She
really wanted to do him that favor and save him.  Then again, she also
really, really wanted to see his penis.  She couldn't answer until Shelly
asked her, "Should he move that?" Jasmine gave the littlest devilish grin
as she nodded.  Chris groaned as he moved the hat aside.  All the women
inhaled sharply at the sight.  He'd heard that sound before, and he hated
it every time.

   Shelly said, "Put the hat on, Chris.  So that you look like a baseball
player."

   "A NAKED baseball player!" Nancy added.

   Chris had a wonderful pink blush as he capitulated.  Jasmine was staring
happily at his manhood.  She had to ask, "Do a lot of girls get to see his
penis?"

   "Oh yeah," Shelly said.  "Me, Miss Devasquez and Nancy have seen him
naked before.  So had Miss Hartick, and Mindy.  And, uh, let's see if I
remember, Gayla, Allison, Jean, Leslie, Nina, Aurora.  Oh yeah, and Greta.
And now you and Coach Young.  Wow.  More than a dozen girls have gotten to
see him like this.  You can tell that he has a hard time with it still. 
Why is that, Chris?"

   "Can you just ask me the sports questions again?"

   "You're right, Chris.  I don't want to get too distracted from my job.
You're really not helping me out with that though.  Really, Chris, I almost
have to wait now that you're lifting up for us."

   Chris was usually quiet, but this time, he wailed, "Let me cover up!"

   "No way!" Nancy said.

   Jasmine was all aflutter.  "Look at him get hard!"

   Miss Devasquez agreed, "If you really didn't want our attention, Chris,
then you shouldn't have done that."

   Chris felt all the dignity drain out of him, replaced by flowing, angry
shame.  His penis was rising so slowly while they all stared.  "This isn't
fair!"

   Coach Young was breathless.  "He's gorgeous.  Look at that, uh,"

   "Dick!" Nancy said.  "Look at that dick!"

   Miss Devasquez said, "It really is a shame that the boys can't get over
their embarrassment."

   Jasmine giggled, never taking her eyes off of Chris's hard on.  "I don't
think so.  I love the way they blush.  Hee-hee!  Look at him when he
wiggles!"

   Chis hated that.  He couldn't just hold still, even though he knew that
any little motion made his stiffy sway for the girls.  He wasn't allowed to
cover his goods, so he covered his eyes instead.  The burning blush in his
face was almost as terrible a feeling as that involuntary erection.  Shelly
started in on the interview again while he tried to pretend he wasn't
naked. He couldn't see the girls, but he could hear them whisper and
giggle. When she had only a couple questions left, Shelly gently urged his
hand away from his eyes, making him endure the stares.  He flushed red
again.  "Am I done?"

   "I need you to pay attention, Chris.  You were having a hard time."

   As though he would have an easier time this way.  He got through it
though.  Once Shelly said she had enough, his wavering voice asked, "Can I,
can I put the hat back?  Where I want it to be, I mean?"

   The girls all giggled again, which only sent another shiver of
embarrassment through him.  Miss Devasquez gave her lusty smile as she
looked him over.  "I tell you what, Chris.  If you can put that hat there
without having to hold on, then you can cover up."

   "What?  Oh come on!" Chris was full of indignation, except for that one
part that the ladies were all most interested in.  Right there it was like
a boundary, anger in his body except for his dick where he could feel
nothing but cold embarrassment.  He knew that as ridiculous as he'd feel
hanging his hat on his hard on that it was better than just keeping it out
pointing to the sky where the girls could enjoy the sight.  His fingers
fluttered like butterfly wings as he balanced the hat.  The girls all loved
the sight.  It was a chorus of merrily abusive laughter as he stood there,
hands at his side, protected only by the fact that he had reacted so
strongly to his embarrassment.

   Shelly moved over a few steps.  "Well, I guess that means it's your
turn, Reggie.  Move that hat and show us your dick."

   His head twitched.  He tried to think of a way to stall, but he
couldn't. He just stood there, mute and dreading the next moment.  Miss
Devasquez had to urge him on.  "Reggie, either show us your penis, right
now, or you'll end up naked in detention."

   "But I...  I..." He couldn't think of a thing to say.  He tried to look
cool about it, as he snapped the hat up onto his head.  That lasted a split
second.  Then he threw his hands over his cock.

   Nancy and Jasmine loved his discomposure.  "What's the matter, Reggie?"
"Don't you want us looking at your goods?"

   Reggie tried to give them an angry look, but he couldn't bear to look
any of them in the eye.  Miss Devasquez said, "Move the hands.  Now."

   Reggie clenched his eyes shut as he moved his hands to surrender his
dignity.  Then his eyes opened wide.  "No!  No!  No!" This was what he was
afraid of.  His dick started to lift right away.  He was surrounded by
smiling females, and his penis just shot up as fast as it could for them
all.  He had to struggle to keep his hands at his sides.

   Shelly looked up from the stunning salute to his remarkably bashful
eyes. He was almost better looking when the cockiness was forced out of his
face.  She said, "Your performance just continues to improve in every game,
Reggie.  What's it like to be such a rising star?"

   "What did you say?" But he had heard her.  And he had heard the laughter
from Jasmine and Nancy and even from Coach Young!  He couldn't help it.  He
grabbed his cap and clapped it over his stick.  Miss Devasquez let her
irritation show.  "Reggie!  You stop that this instant!  That's better. 
The girls are here to see what you've got, so let them look.  In fact, you
can apologize."

   Reggie stared at Miss Devasquez in horror.  Then he stared at the
others. None of them were looking at his dick right then.  All of them
looked him square in the eye, waiting to see what he would say.  What he
wanted to say wasn't anything he could say though.  Not if he wanted to
keep playing baseball.  And not if he wanted to stay on Miss Hartick's good
side.  So he took a moment to settle his panic, then he said, "Okay, okay.
I'm really, really sorry that I covered my dick.  Go ahead," he had to stop
a second to force out the words, "go ahead and look at me." He couldn't
believe he had said all that.  A simple I'm sorry would have been good
enough probably, but the threat of another detention made him compliant. 
He still had flashbacks to his interview in the coach's office, alone with
Miss Devasquez, Mindy and Shelly.

   Reggie felt like he could just melt with shame while he let the girls
stare at his unwilling stiffy.  He managed to get through the interview
without any more incidents though.  Chris didn't though.  Partway through
Reggie's interview, while all the girls were staring at someone else,
Chris's penis lost some of its swagger.  Instead of standing, it started
slouching a bit, and that hat fell right off, dropping his modesty with it.
"Awp!" He immediately covered with his hands.  Instead of Miss Devasquez
correcting him though, Coach Young let her impulses get the better of her.
She said, "Chris, you can't do that.  Move your hands to give us another
peek."

   Surprisingly, his penis continued to decline slightly as he asked, "Can
I at least use the cap again?"

   "I don't know why you'd bother," Miss Devasquez said.  "We're just going
to make you move it again.  But if you really can't take it, then go
ahead."

   Chris picked the baseball cap back up so that he could have some cover
again for as long as it would last.  He knew they loved it that he would
try to protect his pride.  He knew that they loved it when they made him
give himself up again.  He couldn't bring himself to just leave his dick
out there for them though.  It was all too humiliating.

   While Reggie stood there stiff and Chris stood there blushing, Shelly
finished the second part of her interview.  Next was Dean.  She saw the
frantic look on him.  He was hoping for some way to escape, but he was hers
again.  Before she started there, she saw Reggie move his cap down.  She
gave her evil half smile.  "Ah ah ah, Reggie.  You can use the cap, but
only if it can hang there on its own.  If you really want to keep it from
falling, just think about all the girls that have already seen everything
you have."

   Jasmine was eager to hear that.  She'd loved the look on Chris's face
when Shelly listed the girls that had seen his dick.  Reggie tried to act
like he didn't care while Shelly went through her memory.  "Let's see, I've
seen you naked of course.  And Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez and Mindy
and Miss Bridle.  Greta has seen his dick.  So did Hannah and Aurora,
Wendy, Allison, Nina, Tatiana, Jean, Nancy of course.  Oh yeah, and Miss
Fox and Miss Armstrong, even if Miss Armstrong had to pretend she didn't
like it.  How anyone could dislike that delicious rod of his, I don't
know." The girls all had another giggle at Reggie's expense.

   "But now it's your turn, Dean.  Before you move that cap and give the
girls what they want, let me see if I can remember everyone who's gotten a
look at your tool.  Me, of course.  Miss Hartick Miss Devasquez, Mindy,
Miss Bridle, Miss Armstrong and Miss Fox.  Jean, Greta and Gayla.  Wendy,
Aurora, Hannah, Nina, Allison, Tatiana, hey wait!  You have too seen Dean's
dick, Nancy."

   "Well yeah, but I haven't seen him get hard.  He will get hard won't
he?"

   "No!" he said, hoping beyond hope that he might finally resist the call
to arms.

   Miss Devasquez sounded condescending.  "Now don't be like that, Dean. 
The girls want to see your stiffy.  I expect you to give them a good show.
Once you're bare, I want you to harden right up for these girls.  All
right?"

   Dean didn't answer.  He just moved his cap so that they wouldn't have
the pleasure of demanding him to do it.  Right away, every female eye
turned to his penis.  He said, "God, you're all a bunch of perverts!  Why
do you make us do this?"

   Shelly smiled.  "Seventeen girls have seen you naked before.  And now
Jasmine and Coach Young have.  That's nearly twenty girls getting to see
your dick.  Come on, be a sport and stiffen up."

   "Would you do your job, already?"

   Shelly figured she might as well.  "You're looking forward to tonight's
game, right?"

   "At the moment I can't even think about it."

   "So what are you thinking about?" She chuckled.  "It looks like you're
going to give us a stiffy show after all."

   Dean's eyes were furious, but he was blushing at the same time.  His
penis was moving ever so slowly, but it was moving.  He had to look away
from all the girls, but the girls were all staring at his gradual change of
direction.  Shelly kept up the interview while he kept up that wonderfully
entertaining, suspenseful rise.  She didn't have too many questions left
after the other two boys, but she was careful to draw them out long enough
that he got his apex before she was done.

   When it was over, Dean snapped the cap off of his head and hung it on
his dick.  He still felt horribly embarrassed, but at least he was covered.
"There.  Can we get dressed now?"

   "You're joking, right?" Shelly asked Miss Devasquez, "He thinks they're
done.  Are they done?"

   Miss Devasquez managed to sound completely serious.  "Now, Dean, you
know that wouldn't be fair to the girls."

   "Oh come on!" "Don't make us do any more." "Th-th-this isn't f-f-fair!"

   Miss Devasquez shook her head.  "Why do you boys always say it's unfair?
You still don't understand, I guess.  Well, maybe we can convince you
sooner or later.  You just have to get used to this.  It's for your own
good, and the girls certainly benefit from it.  Now put those caps back on
your heads so the girls can get a feel of those sitffies."

   Coach Young was startled.  "Feel?  They're going to feel the boys?"

   "Don't worry, Coach.  You can have a handful of those handles too if you
want."

   Coach Young was amazed.  "Do you do that often?"

   "Certainly.  You sound unsure.  You don't have to step past your comfort
zone if you don't want.  I think it would be good for the girls to see that
grown women have the same urges they do though.  I'm certainly going to
enjoy these young men's charms." With that, Miss Devasquez stood up and
strode over to nervous Chris.  Chris's eyes were huge until he felt Miss
Devasquez's hand on his cock.  Then his eyes shut tight.  He couldn't even
comment when he heard her say, "See, he doesn't mind so much.  Granted, the
boys don't seem to approve, but they're learning that girls' desires are as
important as a boys'." Miss Devasquez slid her hand up and down that
wonderful penis slowly.  "I really am grateful at how quickly you got back
to full arousal once you put that hat back on." She let him go and turned
to the anxious audience.  "Now girls, we need to be orderly about this. 
Form a line.  Take turns.  Start with Chris, and work your way across. 
Speaking of which, I believe Reggie is next."

   He took a step away.  "Miss Devasquez, no!  There's too many of you!"

   "Don't be ridiculous.  Plenty of girls have felt you up before.  Now
come here.  Or don't.  I'll come to you." She did just that.  She ran her
hands down his awesome body to his erection while Shelly had her way with
Chris's penis.  One by one, every boy found his dick in the hand of every
girl, first Miss Devasquez, then Shelly, then Jasmine, then Nancy, then
Coach Young.  Coach Young wasn't sure she was going to follow through, but
as soon as she was close to Chris's inspiring scepter, she just didn't have
much choice.  She couldn't let the students have all that fun without
taking some herself.  "Thank you, Chris!  You're so good looking and well
built.  And this penis of yours marvelous.  Oh, I love the way you blush.
Don't look away.  Look me in the eye.  OoOOoooOoH I love this!" She
couldn't believe her good fortune.  One after another she got to fondle the
rods of three very sexy, naked baseball players.

   The boys couldn't believe it.  It was such an embarrassing parade of
touches that it seemed like there had never been anything else.  The boys
tried to think of anything else, but they were completely focused on the
sensation of hand after hand on their boners.

   "We're almost finished," Miss Devasquez said.

   "Almost!" Reggie shouted.

   Shelly was loving this.  The boys kept thinking they were off the hook,
but the ladies were entitled to as much fun as they could get away with. 
Shelly told him, "We have a tradition.  At the end of a special interview,
we give the boys an autograph."

   The boys had seen the names written on the butts of other boys in the
locker room.  "Oh no." "Not that." "Why do you even want to do that?"

   Miss Devasquez uncapped the marker she had on the desk.  "I talked to
Miss Hartick about this.  She doesn't really approve of it, but she knows
that it's happened every time.  So she said it would be okay.  Now to be
fair, we'll let the new girl go first.  Jasmine?  Would you care to write
your name on Chris's butt?"

   Jasmine's eyes and Jasmine's smile were impossibly big.  She took the
marker with trembling fingers.  "Can I really do that?"

   Chris forced out the stammer, "I thought, I thought, you said, um, that
y-y-you had a cru- a crush on me."

   "Mm-Hm!" Jasmine said happily, staring at his naked body.  Chris wanted
to say something about how she should leave him alone then, but he couldn't
since Miss Devasquez was turning him around.  She urged him with her hands
on his shoulders.  "Let's see that butt, young man."

   Chris blushed all over again at the sound of the tittering sighs from
every girl staring at his backside.  Jasmine knelt down and tried to get
ready to write her name.  It was harder than it seemed.  She broke out
laughing at what she was about to do.  It took her a bit to get control
over herself.  She put her hand on the bottom of his butt and she almost
had the marker to his skin when she started laughing again.  She was
shaking too much to write.  Chris shot a look over his shoulder.  "Could
you get it over with?"

   She had to squeeze her words around her giggles.  "You want me to put my
name on you?"

   "NO!"

   She got her laughing under control again.  "I'm sorry Chris.  Let me
take a deep breath.  Hee hee hee!  Oh my gosh!  I'm writing my name on
Chris's butt!" And she was.  She was laughing still, but she managed to
scrawl her name there.  "Tee hee hee!  Oh, that was great!"

   "Can I get dressed now?" Chris pled.

   "Not yet," Miss Devasquez said, "because the other boys need their
autographs too.  I can't let you get dressed while they're still naked, can
I?  You can turn back around though so that we can get another look at that
marvelous penis of yours."

   As Chris reluctantly turned back toward them, Reggie was made to turn
away from them.  Miss Devasquez handed the marker to Coach Young.  "Your
turn."

   "Me?"

   "Why not?  Miss Bridle has signs more than one boy on his butt."

   "Not really!"

   "Oh yeah.  Go ahead and give Reggie a reminder."

   Coach Young got down on knee and put her name on him.  She took no time
at all, but she did take a good squeeze of his other cheek.  "There's my
name on Reggie's fine ass.  I almost like that as much as I like looking at
their penises.  No, not that much.  Turn around, Reggie."

   "C-Coach Young..."

   "Turn around!  I want another look." She had to practically push him to
get him started moving, but there it was, his hard penis right there in
front of her.  And she didn't just get another look.  She helped herself to
a playful squeeze before she stood back up.

   Dean was shivering slightly now that it was his turn.  The suspense had
been awful.  Now he was going to have to let some girl sign him like a
baseball card.  "Who, uh, who gets to- You know, I don't even care." With a
surprising amount of dignity, he turned around.  If he hadn't still been
shaking just slightly, and if that dick weren't still standing tall, no one
would have known he was embarrassed.

   "Can I?" Nancy said.  She was handed the marker, and she put her name on
his right cheek.  Then she gave him a pinch and a caress on the other side.

   Miss Devasquez told Dean to turn back around, and staring at the trio of
hard ons, she said, "Well, only me and Shelly are left.  One of you is
lucky enough to have only one name.  The others are going to have two
autographs."

   "Wait," Shelly said.  "What about Mrs.  Baker in the front office?  Last
time I brought Tommy to the front office so she could sign him."

   "That's a great idea." Miss Devasquez loved the loud groan from the
boys. "Who will volunteer?" Of course the boys all looked away.

   Shelly said, "I think Dean is probably the closest to Mrs.  Baker's
taste."

   "You might be right.  I'm sure she'd love to see any of these boys, but
Dean is a good choice."

   So Shelly grabbed Dean by the hand and led him along.  Dean quickly put
his cap over his goods.  "Wait!  Out there?  What if, what if, AH!" Dean
was stunned that he was being led along out in the open.  Shelly had hoped
to see a girl or two waiting right outside the door, just like last time,
but she had no such luck.  Unfortunately for Dean though, Mrs.  Baker
wasn't the only one in the office.  "Oh no!  Shelly, you can't bring me in
here!"

   A teacher and a student, both female, were there talking to Mrs.  Baker.
Mrs.  Robbins said, "Oh my word!  Sally told me about this, but I didn't
think the boys would really be naked."

   Daphne had to whisper, "Are we allowed to look at him?"

   Shelly said, "Of course you are.  The boys need to learn to deal with
their nudity.  In fact, Dean, why don't you move that cap so the ladies can
see what you've got?"

   "NO!"

   "Go on," Shelly said win a coaxing voice, "give them a thrill."

   Mrs.  Robbins couldn't take her eyes off of Dean, but she said,
"Th-that's not really necessary."

   Daphne said, "Don't say that!  I want to see!"

   "No," Dean repeated.  "This is stupid.  Shelly let me go back to Miss
Hartick's office."

   "Not yet.  Mrs.  Baker hasn't signed you yet."

   "What does that mean?" Daphne wanted to know.

   Shelly didn't answer that.  She knew how to get Dean to play along.  She
whispered in his ear, "Move the cap or I'll interview you after the next
five practices, and I'll always bring along two other girls.  Imagine being
fondled by two different girls after every practice."

   Dean stiffened.  Not his dick, because that was already as hard as it
could get.  His posture straightened up totally.  He couldn't help
imagining girl after girl, day after day, handling his goods.  He whispered
back to Shelly, "Do I have to let these ones touch me?"

   Shelly giggled at the bartering.  "No.  Well maybe Mrs.  Baker if she's
feeling that bold.  Not the others."

   Dean breathed in deep and swallowed his pride.  He moved his cap aside,
baring himself for them all.  There he was, nice and hard, reaching upward
with strength and virility, if not pride.  Daphne got the funniest
expression ever as she stared.  She hadn't really thought she'd get to see
that.  She certainly didn't expect it to make her feel so funny all at
once. Mrs.  Robbins also had wide eyes at the sight.  She didn't know what
she was supposed to do.  How was she expected to handle this?  She did the
opposite of what she wanted.  "Okay, we've had our fun, Daphne.  Let's get
back to class now."

   "AAW!  Come on, Mrs.  Robbins!  It's not every day you get to see some
naked hunk in school!  Oh my gosh, look at how much he's blushing!  Shelly,
why do you get to do this?" She kept yammering as Mrs.  Robbins urged her
out the door.

   Shelly sighed contentedly.  "Well that was fun.  But now we're alone
with Mrs.  Baker.  Come on over so she can put her name on you."

   Mrs.  Baker was grateful beyond words.  She thanked Shelly over and over
again, but she was also surprised.  "He already has a name on him!"

   "Yeah, Nancy, my editor.  We had to let you have another boy to sign
though.  Don't worry.  He doesn't mind.  Do you Dean?"

   Dean hated Shelly in that moment, but he remembered her threat of
continuous interviews.  As bad as this was, at least it would be over soon.
He mumbled, "Go ahead, Mrs.  Baker." Mrs.  Baker could tell how much it
bothered him, but she couldn't manage to let that bother her.  She gave a
girlish giggle as she took the marker and carefully put a perfect signature
on the young man's wonderful bum.  "I really do appreciate this, Dean. 
Could you turn back around so that I can see that thing of yours again? 
Oh, THANK YOU!  Oh I don't know why you boys get so hard, but I'm so glad
you do!"

   Shelly had hoped that Mrs.  Baker might take some liberty with him, but
that didn't happen.  So Shelly led the blushing boy away to where the
others were waiting.  When she got back to Miss Hartick's office, Shelly
had to take a moment to figure out what was going on.  Miss Devasquez had
the girls playing a game.  She was inspired by the ring toss game from her
last detention.  She wished she had thought to bring the rings with her,
but that was okay.  She had something else for fun.  She and the others
were taking turns gently lobbing the baseball caps at the boys, trying to
get them to stay on an up right penis.

   Shelly said, "Oh that's great!  Can I have a turn?"

   "It's hard to do," Jasmine said, handing Shelly a cap.  "Nancy got one
to stay once."

   Coach Young bragged, "I've gotten a cap on the flagpole three times."

   Shelly tossed one carefully at Chris.  Reggie didn't want to be a target
again, so he said, "They're back, so aren't we all done?"

   Shelly picked the cap up and got back into throwing position.  "Miss
Devasquez and I haven't gotten to sign you boys yet." She tossed it at
Reggie, but she couldn't get it stay there.

   Coach Young picked it up.  "Look, you have to throw it up high." She
tossed a perfect shot that dropped right onto Reggie's waiting boner. 
There the cap stayed, protecting his penis from view.  Instead of being
pleased by that, he blushed furiously as the girls all applauded Coach
Young's skill.

   Miss Devasquez got the marker ready.  "Reggie's right though.  Play
time's over.  Shelly's right too though.  Two more names have to be
written. She looked back and forth at naked Chris and naked Reggie.  She
gave Reggie a wicked smile.  "Ready, Reggie?"

   "Miss Devasquez, please don't do that.  It's too much.  I just want to
put my pants back on."

   She ignored him of course.  When she got close, he started to turn
around, but she stopped him.  "Uhn-uhn, Reggie.  Stay right where you are.
I'm putting my name on this," she said as she ran her fingertips along his
cock.  Reggie mumbled some complaint, but no one could hear it.  Miss
Devasquez pushed his penis down horizontally so she could get to the other
side of it.  That's where she wanted her name, where it would be visible
when he wasn't hard.  She heard Reggie's squeaky little sound of
embarrassment as she carefully put her name there.

   She handed the marker to Shelly, who stepped over to Chris.  "Is your
dick ready for my name, Chris?"

   "Oh m-m-man!"

   He couldn't stand completely still while she held his penis out like
Miss Devasquez did.  She complimented him, "You're so hard, Chris!  I'm
surprised you boys don't pass out from the exertion." The boys felt like
passing out all right, but from embarrassment.  At least with Shelly's last
little torment finished, they were allowed to get dressed.  The girls kept
ogling them the whole time.  Miss Devasquez said to them, "Thank you, boys.
This was more fun than a teacher should have.  And Reggie, I can't wait to
see my name on you the next time I come to the locker room."