by AJ Gray
Much to Dan’s embarrassment his penis was soon resting on his belly, rock hard and straining upwards, the bulbous head, shiny, reflecting the light overhead. He looked ready for sex, was cocked and loaded. Haley smiled delighted, revelling at the sight of her former boyfriend, learning once again what it was like to be so undesirably on display.
A wolf whistle came from one of the girls clearly enjoying the show laid on for her. Mrs Lumley looked up and couldn’t help, but smile when she saw Daniel and his clearly excited penis.
“Its perfectly natural girls. Please carry on with your drawings,” she said, maintaining an order of sorts.
“Mrs Lumley, I may need some bigger paper,” said Haley, causing a ripple of laughter around the room.
Dan felt a curious mix of irritation, anger and desire. He gave Haley a hacked off look, leaving her in no doubt as to how he felt about her having fun at his expense. She just smiled a saintly smile back at him, and then ran her tongue over her top lip and let her gaze drift down to his big boner, leaving them in no doubt who’d won this battle of wills.
For the next ten minutes Dan held the pose, every second feeling like a minute, every minute like an hour. His cheeks were pink, his cock rigid, he was feeling the heat under the glare of the lights, the gaze of the girls. He was not the only one whose temperature had risen. Several of the girls were having hot flushes as they drew the naked stud. An undercurrent of suppressed sexual energy filled the room. Their lascivious looks were broken as there was a gentle knock at the door. Blonde haired Amy, one of the college’s secretaries poked her head around it.
“Mrs Lumley there’s a phone call for you,” she said, before coming in for a better look, having noticed the nude male model.
She couldn’t believe it when she saw it was Daniel, a friend of her younger brother. The normally surly confident boy she new was naked and hard, posing like a centrefold from playgirl. Dan wondered how this experience could be anymore humiliating. He’d always had a thing for Amy, but whenever he was around her, projected an air of casual tolerance, never wanting to give anything away. He’d been on family holidays with her, once during an exuberant water fight attempted to rip her bikini top off her. Yet, now here he was, showing her everything.
“Hello Daniel,” she said, her face lit up in a bright smile.
“Hey” he replied through gritted teeth, unable to look at her.
“Daniel here’s being a very good model for us,” said Mrs Lumley moving to the door.
“I’m sure he is,” replied Amy giving him the once over, impressed with what Daniel had been hiding all these years.
“I’ll only be a moment,” said Mrs Lumley holding the door open. ”Carry on with your drawings girls.”
Amy took a mental snapshot of Dan’s hard penis, wishing her art classes had been this much fun, before smiling and following Mrs Lumley out. Within moments of Mrs Lumley exit, Haley decided it was time to have some fun.
“I do like your big Cock Dan,” she said, casually tilting her head, as she looked it over.
Dan remained silent, unwilling to grant her a response. This was all he needed.
“Especially when its stiff,” said Haley continuing her teasing. “You don’t seem to have any trouble getting it stiff, do you Dan?”
He shook his head and glared at her. Haley was warming to this.
“Maybe you should put on a show for us like last week, we girls would like that wouldn’t we?”
“I certainly would,” smiled Michelle.
The other girls remained quiet, enjoying the tete a tete between Haley and Dan, understanding that this was her chance to exact some revenge for the photos he’d taken of her.
“Piss off Haley,” said Dan, finally losing patience.
“Moi?” said Haley looking the picture of innocence. “Aren’t you enjoying this Dan?”
Dan felt his temper rising.
“Judging by your big boner it certainly looks like you are,” said Haley, causing yet more laughter amongst the girls.
“You know Haley, you can be a right little bitch,” said Dan trying to control his frustration.
Dan watched Haley get up, and turned his head away from her as if in disgust, seems like she can’t take a bit of her own medicine he thought to himself. A few seconds later however, he felt what could best be described as cold splodges landing on him.
“What the?” He looked down to see droplets of blue paint over his belly, a few on his still raging erection.
Then up to see Haley sat back in her chair, grinning with a paintbrush in one hand, the bristles being held back with the other.
“Who’s the little bitch now,” she said smiling.
Dan snapped, jumped up, his anger boiling over, his penis bouncing as he waded over to Haley and grabbed her by the arm, picking up the small pot of blue paint as he did so.
“Lets see how you like it,” he said about to tip the pot over Haley.
“Daniel what on earth do you think your doing!” It was Miss Burnett.
She’d come to check up on the class, had heard raised voices from the corridor and now this. She was far from impressed. Dan froze, as Miss Burnett strode over, grabbed him by the arm, and marched him to the sink, his erect penis waggling all the way, much to the amusement of the girls.
“If you’re going to behave like a little boy then you’ll be treated like one,” she said wiping away the paint from his chest with a wet cloth, as the tail of it rubbed against his sensitive penis.
"You really need to grow up Daniel,” said Miss Burnett, continuing her chastisement of him.
Dan looked up to see a grin on Haley’s face. She wasn’t the only one, the girl’s had all stopped drawing, watching instead the arrogant jock get cleaned up by Miss Burnett.
“What’s happened here?” asked Mrs Lumley returning to the classroom.
“It seems Daniel here has a problem following orders,” said Miss Burnett, vigorously scrubbing around his groin where a few drops of paint had dried, her arm unavoidably rubbing against his sensitive glands.
“Maybe you should let Daniel take care of that,” suggested Mrs Lumley seeing the glazed look in Daniels eyes.
All that teasing he’d endured meant his young body was primed. Dan felt a sudden pulsing and throbbing in his penis, ‘Oh no this can’t be happening.’ Miss Burnett sensed it too and immediately stopped with the cloth. It was too late, despite his desperate attempts to control himself, an all too familiar sensation rose within him. His penis convulsed and a thick stream of pearly white cum exploded from him, as if demonstrating to the girls what a particularly forceful volcanic eruption looks like. After the initial shock, laughter and giggles filled the room as Dan’s penis continued to pulse in spasms as his balls emptied themselves.
Jane and Mrs Lumley, regaining some composure as Dan’s involuntary performance came to an end, quickly ushered him into the adjoining office where he’d previously undressed. There, he quickly closed the door to block out the raucous laughter and chatter of the girls next door, and took some deep breaths, trying to recover his senses. What had just happened?
When Dan sheepishly emerged from the room five minutes later, clothed this time, nearly all the girls had gone. Only Haley stood saying her goodbyes to Mrs Lumley, before leaving she flashed Dan one last triumphant smile. It was the final straw as far as he was concerned, but before he had opportunity to storm out the room Miss Burnett stopped him. She wanted one final chat.
Mrs Lumley thanked Dan for his contribution to the class, told him not to be too embarrassed by what had happened. ‘Yeah right,’ thought Dan as he was left alone with Miss Burnett.
“Daniel, I realise that must have been incredibly embarrassing for you and I can only apologies for my unintended actions."
Dan remained silent looking down, still mortified.
“I know its difficult for you to understand right now, but excessive pride can sometimes be a hindrance in life, and that if you’re to be a success in any aspect
of your life, not just on the sporting field, you’re going to have to accept a certain degree of authority.”
Dan nodded and, encouraged, Miss Burnett went on to tell him a few more home truths. As his anger waned, Dan opened up a little, even muttering one or two apologies of his own for his behaviour at the college. Finally someone was getting through to him. He left on good terms with Miss Burnett and despite it being the most excruciatingly, embarrassing experience of his young life, he’d look back on the past fortnight, in later, wiser years, with a certain fondness. He’d shake his head and chuckle at the memory of Miss Burnett and that minx, Haley, and indeed the young buck he once was.
That night, however, he was anything but wistful. At dinner he was quiet and morose. When his phone buzzed he expected it to be a teammate updating him on how the game had gone. He almost spat out his food when he saw his nude, hard, self, staring back at him. It was the picture from the gymnasium, tagged with the message:
‘Think this belongs to u stiffy. Oh by the way nice show Big Boy!!! lol Haley xxx.’
Dan quickly put his phone away, muttered some excuse for not finishing dinner and retreated to his room, slamming the door behind him. There he collapsed on the bed, put his face in his pillow and exhaled deeply.
Unsurprisingly that night Dan was unable to sleep. As he tossed and turned the day’s events were still running through his mind. Thoughts of his unfortunate accident, images of it, and the girls who’d seen it, replayed like a film in slow motion, time after time. That smug self-satisfied look Haley had given him wouldn’t shift. When Dan looked down he saw his sheets had ballooned tent like, his penis resuming its earlier, uncontrollable stiffness. He lay back in bed, held his hands to his face and shook his head. It was going to be a long night, in more ways than one.
Four of a Kind
*****
Mike chalked the tip of the pool cue, “you got this,” his buddy Chris was telling him. He looked across at the two Austrian girls they were playing. Both of them were bubbly, blonde, young and sexy. He smiled at them. All he had to do was pocket the eight ball and the game was theirs. He bent down, coolly drew back the cue, and wham, down it went.
“Good game ladies,” he said, smugly picking up the cash from the table.
“Nice shot, you play very good,” replied busty Annika, in her cheerful native accent.
“Here.” Mike handed her the cash. “We really couldn’t take your money.”
“And a gentleman also,” said long limbed Joanna, her friend.
“Yep, that's us.”
Mike looked across at Chris with a knowing smile. The two men had been shamelessly and, not so gentlemanly, ogling their opponent’s assets throughout much of the game. There was a time when they’d have taken advantage of a situation like this. Instead they said their goodbyes to the girls and returned to their seats, glimpsing their reflections briefly in the mirror behind the bar as they did so.
They were both tall good looking guys in their mid thirties. Never had much trouble attracting the opposite sex that was for sure. Mike had a rugged, handsome face, short dark, curly hair. Chris on the other hand, had more angular pointy features. His fair hair was tousled and a smattering of stubble covered his strong jaw line.
It was evening, the third day of their holiday. They’d nipped out for some beers, while girlfriends Jennifer and Louise rested after a long day of skiing. The quartet had rented a cabin at the swish, alpine ski resort. They were the work hard, play hard types, who liked being active and in the outdoors. Although the women weren’t averse to a little pampering, something they’d experienced little on this holiday.
In fact Jennifer and Louise were becoming more than a little miffed with the way the holiday was going. Their men always dashing off on the slopes, initiating snowball fights, leaving the place a mess and generally acting like teenagers. It really was like snow turned men into little boys again.
As the men drank up, unbeknownst to them, their girlfriends back at the cabin were hatching a plan to change a few things. Blissfully unaware, the men toasted to the holidays success and after several more beers, readied themselves to leave.
“Another beer guys,” asked Maria, the cute brunette who’d been waiting on them all night.
She was wearing tight jeans with a cut off vest top, the sort of outfit to entice guys to the bar on cold nights like this. Mike and Chris certainly weren’t complaining.
“No, that’s okay honey, we better be making a move,” said Chris, his gaze lingering on her cleavage longer than he probably realised.
She smiled and took away the empty bottles in front of them. Both the guys watched her as she turned and walked away.
“Mmm, that girls got one fine ass,” said Mike, slightly tipsy from the several beers they’d drunk.
“Come on big guy, lets get you back to the cabin, we’ve both got some pretty fine ass waiting for us.”
When the men got back, Jennifer and Louise were relaxing comfortably on the sofa, wine glasses in hand, a roaring fire before them. They’d known each other since their university days, in short become the closest of friends.
Chris gave Louise a peck on the cheek and sat down beside her. She was an elfin beauty, with straw blonde hair, was delicate and elegant in appearance. Mike took off his jacket and sat down on the single armchair sofa.
“Where’s my kiss,” teased Jennifer, an English rose type, with full, but soft features.
Mike got up and kissed her on the cheek, giving her a little tickle as he did so.
“Hey that’s for later,” said Jen, slapping his hand away.
Mike sat back down grinning. He’d remind her of that.
“I hope you boys didn’t get up to any trouble while you were gone,” Louise said, looking at them somewhat accusingly, knowing full well what the two of them could be like in each others company.
“Who? Two fine upstanding citizens such as ourselves, of course not,” replied Chris.
“Hey, enough of the sarcasm mister,” said Louise, pinching his arm.
Chris feigned an expression of pain. Louise turned to Jen.
“See how mature he is.”
Jen just shook her head and laughed. Mike, seeing where this was going, quickly decided to speak up and move on from the subject of maturity, before he was brought into the conversation.
“So what we got planned for the rest of the night? How about we hit the hot tub or…” he said grinning. “You girls could just put on your cosies, give us a little show right here.”
The two women rolled their eyes.
“Actually, we thought we’d play a game of cards, girls versus boys,” said Jen.
“I thought you hated cards,” replied Mike, somewhat incredulously.
“As it happens Louise here has rekindled my interest. So what do you say boys or don’t you think you’re up to the challenge?”
“Well wonders never cease, get over here Chris and get your poker face on, it looks like we’re going to have to lay down the law to these ladies.”
The couples moved away from the roaring fire and over to the dining room table, the men on one side the women on the other. They substituted chips with round chocolates wrapped in green foil. It didn’t take long before the men had accumulated all of them.
“Tastes good,” said Chris biting into a chocolate, taunting Louise.
The women leant back and looked at the smug faces of their partners. Now was the time to implement the plan they’d decided beforehand. Little did the guys realise it, but secretly Louise was something of a whiz at the game. Jen was about to suggest they spice things up, when Mike inadvertently did it for her.
“How about we raise the stakes a little,” he said, confidently eying the two women with a mischievous smile.
“What do you have in mind?” asked Louise.
“Swap the chips for clothes, make this contest a bit more meaningful.”
“Nice idea, strip poker, I like it,” said Chris patting Mike on the back.
“What’s the matter Jen, don’t think you’re up to the challenge,” said Mike, intentionally repeating her earlier words back at her.
She put on her best look of reluctant apprehension.
“I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you girls a head start.” Chris took off his jumper, revealing a tight navy t-shirt.
The ladies demurely looked at Mike, who copying Chris took off his top. He had a crisp white t-shirt underneath.
“Okay,” said Jen noticeably perking up and dealing out the cards. “Lets get this game started.”
The game immediately spun around in the women’s favour, with the guys quickly on the back foot and discarding clothes at a rate of knots.
“Are you sure you’ve not played this much?” asked Mike, peeling off his t-shirt exposing his strong upper body.
The women shook their heads. They were the ones now doing the smirking.
“Yeah right.” Chris sensed a stitch up.
He’d fared no better than Mike, and now only had two pieces of clothing left on, his red boxers and the jeans that covered them. Both the guys had good bodies, they worked manual jobs, all that labour had kept them in shape. The women had no complaints as they surveyed the chiselled features of the two men.
“What’s the matter boys having cold feet,” said Jen, enjoying seeing the cockiness of the guys ebb away in front of her.
“They must be cold, with no socks on,” teased Louise, more than pleased with how the game was developing.
“Alright, alright its not over yet, don’t get too confidant,” warned Mike, trying in vain to offer some resistance.
Not prepared to go down with out a fight, the guys rallied and won the next two hands. Louise took off her ugg boots to compensate.