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 Audrie was going to need some time to gather her peers of the press.  In
the meantime Shelly was left with her regular responsibilities as a
reporter.  It had been great fun baring the baseball players for Audrie,
but the next day didn't have any scheduled athletic practice.  It would
have been just a normal school day, without any penis peeping, but Shelly
was feeling far too tantalized to let the boys off.  She knew where to find
a few studs who needed a bit of humbling.

   She could go to the weight room.  She had only done that once, but she
remembered it fondly.  Three of the baseball boys had been stripped there,
along with Rick, the weightlifter.  That was the first time she had ever
stripped and fondled a weightlifter, and he had so dutifully stiffened up.

   She knew that all the boys on the baseball team and the weightlifting
team kept their grades up.  She knew which classes the boys really excelled
in.  Miss Bridle had helped her with that.  Miss Bridle was also eager to
help Shelly get another weight room interview.  Miss Bridle thought it
would really help her understand the boys if she got to see the effect of
the interviews in different settings.  So Miss Bridle got Shelly special
permission to skip a biology class so that the two of them could go and
enjoy some more human biology.

   On the way, Shelly noticed how Miss Bridle's voice slowly changed from
serious counselor to penis greedy enthusiasm.  "I don't think we'll get to
see any of the weightlifters in the weight room," she said.  "They get all
the workout they need during their practices after school.  The baseball
players like to get some extra exercise during the school day though."

   Shelly asked, "How do you know any of them will be there?"

   "Oh, well, uhm, to get permission, the boys have to sign a form.  I sort
of, uhm, checked to see when and who."

   Shelly had to ask, "Are you supposed to have access to that?"

   "Not officially, but there's not really a rule against it.  I'd kind of
like it if you wouldn't tell Miss Hartick."

   "I don't think she'd mind," Shelly said with a smile.  Then again if
Miss Bridle wasn't sure, then it couldn't hurt to keep it secret.  "It's
just between us though.  After all, if this is fun, we'll have to do it
again."

   Miss Bridle couldn't keep the smile off her face even as she said,
"Shelly, you have to remember that we're not doing this for fun.  This is
serious business."

   "I know, Miss Bridle.  For me it's both."

   "I suppose it is for me too," Miss Bridle said, blushing slightly at the
admission.  She couldn't help having a major attraction to the boys on the
baseball team even though they were students.  And she had already seen so
many of them naked.  And hard.  And blushing.  If only she could convince
them not to be embarrassed.  She hadn't had any success at that.  The
upside of that meant that she just had to keep trying.  Maybe if the boys
weren't in their own territory, the locker room, they wouldn't be so
bothered.  Did that have anything to do with their reactions?

   Shelly asked, "Did you bring your stopwatch?"

   Again Miss Bridle felt just a little bit of inappropriate nervousness.
"I hope you don't mind."

   "Oh, I don't mind.  In fact, I think it's a really interesting
experiment.  Have you learned anything so far?"

   "Well it's confusing," Miss Bridle said.  "I can't seem to notice any
pattern at all to the speed of the boys' erections.  Although that's
somewhat informative in itself."

   "Oh certainly," Shelly said.  She had to hold back a little laugh. 
Could even Miss Bridle really believe that timing the boys' embarrassed,
involuntary erections was important?  Apparently so because she kept doing
it.  Shelly just loved the extra humiliation the boys had to endure,
knowing that the stopwatch was keeping track of the progress of their
performances.

   "Here we are," Miss Bridle said.  "At least two of the baseball boys
will be in here."

   "Oh good," Shelly said.  It turned out to be better than that.  Shelly
said the boys' names out loud, and each one of the boys looked shocked at
the intrusion the moment his name was called.  "Greg, Steve, Mark and
Kent."

   "Oh no!" "Not here!" "Can't we get a break?" "Miss Bridle, we're kind of
busy."

   "We'll try not to take up too much of your time then," Miss Bridle said.
She meant it too, much to Shelly's annoyance.  "It's important that you
cooperate with Shelly's career as a reporter though."

   Shelly told them, "The last time I did an article about the baseball
team's exercise regimen, it was a really popular piece.  A follow up is way
overdue."

   With crossed arms and stony eyes, Steve said, "What do we have to do?"

   "I'm glad you asked that," Miss Bridle said.  "I have my stopwatch here.
This is an interview, so you'll all be expected to strip naked, just as you
would in the locker room." That didn't surprise any of the boys, but it
sure did disappoint them all.  She continued, "I want the four of you to
get everything off except your underwear."

   Shelly had a fun idea.  "Maybe they could just pull that underwear down
every time I ask a question, and then pull it back up after they answer."

   Miss Bridle thought about it.  "That might make it hard for me to time
their response, but it's not a bad idea.  I'll be taking notes, of course.
Boys, to make sure that this is done properly, Shelly will point to you
before her question.  I want your underwear down right away when she points
to you, okay?  Then she'll ask her question.  You can answer, and if she's
satisfied with your answer, she'll let you pull your underwear back up."

   Shelly was already having fun.  "I'll gesture like this." She held her
hand out and flipped her fingers up.  The boys all fumed.  They felt like
pets being told to sit up, speak, beg.

   Miss Bridle was no longer worried about how appropriate any of this was.
She was caught up in the moment, and she just wanted to see one dick flash
after another.  Would this effect the boys' erections?

   Shelly made her first choice.  "Steve?"

   Hearing his name and seeing her point made him frown and shake his head.
He did what he had to do though.  He slipped his underwear down, baring his
cock for Shelly and Miss Bridle's very eager eyes.  After a second or so,
he said, "Well?"

   Miss Bridle didn't stop staring at his fabulous goodies even though she
told him, "Be patient, Steve."

   He crossed his arms, his cock feeling the intense embarrassment of
exposure.  Shelly couldn't hide the smugness in her voice.  "How often do
you use the weight room during school hours?"

   He sighed.  Neither of them noticed anything but his intimates as he
fumbled through an answer.  Once he was done, he had to wait another second
or two for Shelly to give him the sign that he could cover back up.  Shelly
wished she had Miss Devasquez or Mindy for this.  She would have loved to
brag about how much fun it was to uncover and cover their dicks with just a
point and a wave.

   Next she pointed at Mark.  She didn't even say his name.  She just
smirked and pointed to his briefs.  A moment later he was blushing and bare
yet again.  He had to let them enjoy while he answered Shelly.  Then Shelly
let him pull his underwear back up.  He still felt the embarrassment, but
he could breathe easier with his johnson put away.

   Shelly looked at Kent, then Greg, then Kent, then Greg.  The agonizing
anticipation on the two boys was exquisite.  She settled on Greg.  He
mouthed an obscenity as he lowered his protection, treating the ladies to
good view of his perfect penis.  Shelly spent a moment just taking that in
before she repeated the same question, "How often do you come here during
school hours?"

   The tingling embarrassment in his nethers kept Greg from answering
easily.  He didn't get the cover up gesture the other boys had though.  She
had to ask him a follow up, "Do you think that's typical of the baseball
players?"

   It took him a second to realize that he had been asked a second
question. And his penis was already screaming the warning sensations.  He
said, "Wh -- what?"

   "Is that about the same as the rest of the baseball team?  How much time
during the school week do most players spend in here?"

   "Uh, I don't know.  I don't keep track.  I don't know!" He sounded
hilariously frantic.  He couldn't keep the panic out of his voice as his
dick began a dramatic rise.

   Shelly wasn't about to let him off the hook while he was performing so
admirably.  "What I mean is, do you spend as much time working out in here
as the others?  Or more?"

   "Uh, about average, I guess.  Can I cover back up now please?"

   Shelly almost gave him the go ahead, but she had to wait just a few
moments longer so that he would be completely hard.  His embarrassment
towered there for her amusement.  At last she gave the beet red hottie the
signal, and he quickly yanked his underwear back up.  With that erection
going, his cock pointed up over the boundary of his briefs though.  It
looked like he was about to try to tuck it in, but Miss Bridle wouldn't let
him.  "Greg, just leave it like that."

   "But, but you said we could cover up!"

   She sighed.  "It's not healthy for you boys to be so fanatic about
preventing your erections."

   He gaped at her.  He was frantic about hiding his dick from view and
restoring some measure of privacy.  It didn't look like that was going to
happen though.  He didn't get to protest though.  Shelly was already
pointing at Kent.  She had to say, "Look, Miss Bridle, he's already partway
hard, and he hasn't shown us anything yet."

   "That's the spirit, Kent," Miss Bridle complimented him.

   With stiff movements, he put his dick on display.  Shelly took a moment
as she had before.  "The biggest of them all," she said.  Then she asked
him the same questions about how often he came to the weight room.  He
could barely talk above a whisper as his penis betrayed him and rose up to
full standing against his will.  He was fully conscious of the stares his
well developed erection inspired.  In fact, he was hardly conscious of
anything else.  When he was allowed to raise his underwear back up, he also
couldn't cover it completely.

   Shelly was thoroughly entertained.  "Mark?"

   "Wait, what?  It's not my turn."

   "Hey!" Steve said.

   Shelly said, "It's not about turns." Then she pointed again.  "Go ahead.
Get that dick out where we can see it." She loved hearing the tiny guffaw
from Miss Bridle.  Not even the well intentioned guidance counselor could
completely hide the humor she felt at the boys' expense.

   Furiously, Mark thrust his underwear back down, baring his goods yet
again.  Shelly made certain to ask a lengthy question in order to see his
length increase.  She couldn't get him up quickly the way she had with Greg
and Kent, but Mark certainly did move up in the world, pointing right at
her.

   Then it was Steve's question.  His penis returned to view and Miss
Bridle sighed lovingly, oblivious now to her own condescending sounds. 
Steve muttered his replies, trying hard to prevent his anatomy from
entertaining the women.  He did better than Mark, but it was clear that he
had begun to feel the call to arms.

   Next Shelly put Greg back on the hot seat.  She didn't quite point to
him right off.  She had to say, "He's declined a bit while we've been
paying attention to the others."

   "He certainly has," Miss Bridle agreed, writing a quick note.

   Then Shelly's finger commanded Greg to give up his modesty again.  He
had felt the fast return to tumescence just hearing them comment about how
he had lost some wood.  Shelly didn't even have to finish her question to
see him at his stiffest again.  In fact, she giggled in the middle of a
sentence.

   The boys kept baring and covering up again, Kent, Steve, Mark, Greg,
Steve again, Kent again.  She kept them off balance by avoiding a pattern,
but all four boys would have to give up some penis time over and over
again. Every time they rose up.  Every time the lost a little of that
involuntary excitement.  By the end of it though, none of the boys were
able to decline.  All four of them sprouted out above their waistlines,
much to the delight of Shelly and her chaperone.

   Miss Bridle finally said, "I think the underwear is a bit pointless now.
Maybe the boys should just all strip it off now." She heard the groans, so
she said, "Boys, behave.  Don't act like this all some punishment."

   Right.  They bared their bodies completely and finally, four erections
while Shelly and Miss Bridle looked back and forth along that line up of
naked shame.  When Shelly said the questions were over, Miss Bridle said,
"I guess we're almost done here.  I have to ask you boys though, are you
used to your exposure at all?"

   "Oh, Miss Bridle, don't ask us that!" "How can we get used to it?"

   She gave them a cross expression.  "You simply must get used to your
nudity, and ideally your erections as well.  Miss Hartick is right, you
know.  We can't allow your sexism to prevent Shelly's work as a reporter.
This should be easy by now." She still believed she was doing the best
thing for the boys.  "Now, I want you all to try to get comfortable.  I'm
going to have Shelly touch your penises, and when she does, I want you to
tell her it's okay."

   The boys all looked disgusted.  They tried to brace themselves for the
last bit of mandatory humiliation, but Shelly had to add to it.  She could
tell that Miss Bridle was really involved in getting the boys to accept
more of her shenanigans.  "You know, Miss Bridle, the last time I did an
interview in here Miss Hartick made the boys do some jumping jacks.  You've
got to see the boys' dicks bounce up and down now that they're all so
stiff."

   Miss Bridle was about to say it wasn't necessary, but she saw the
embarrassment in the boys' eyes at the suggestion.  Why should they be
embarrassed to let Shelly enjoy?  Wasn't that exactly what she wanted them
to get past?  "All right then.  Boys, thirty jumping jacks.  Shelly can
count them for you."

   "Oh man!" "Do we really have to do this?  "This is bullshit!"

   "Steve!" Miss Bridle said.  "Now I won't have that.  I expect you in my
office after school today."

   He threw his hands up in disgust.  "Okay, whatever.  Can we get this
over with?"

   The boys got in position and Shelly gleefully counted as she watched
their fabulous stiffies move with the exercise.  Every jump bounced the
boys' erections up and down.  Shelly and Miss Bridle couldn't prevent their
involuntary smiles any more than the boys could prevent their boners. 
Shelly didn't stop at thirty either.  She was too caught up in the show. 
She kept going to forty-eight before Miss Bridle stopped her.  "Okay,
that's enough I think.  Boys, are you ready?  I said, are you ready?"

   "Yes, Miss Bridle," they all muttered.

   Shelly moved in on Kent, the one closest to her.  She gently grasped his
marvelous toy.  She asked him, "Aren't you supposed to say something?"

   He blushed deeply, but he managed to stammer out the words, "It's okay
for you to feel my penis." Shelly grinned.  "You know this is the first
time I've felt you when you were hard.  I grabbed your dick once when you
weren't standing up, but this is my first Kent hard on fondling."

   She moved on over to Mark.  "I've certainly felt your stiffy a few times
though, haven't I, Mark?" he had to endure her hand on his rod while he
repeated the line.  "It's okay for you to feel my penis."

   Steve was next.  It took him a moment to work up the nerve to say it,
but Shelly didn't mind because that was a few more moments with his hard on
in her hand.

   Greg was last.  While she toyed with his privates, he told her, "It's
okay for you to feel my penis." He even added a, "Thank you."

   "All right then boys," Miss Bridle said.  "You can get to your workouts
now.  Steve, remember, I expect to see you after school today."