Baldy

Baldy 3 and 4

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Chapter 3

Sarah had been tormenting her older brother in her bedroom, blackmailing him brother into pleasuring her. Billy meanwhile was desperate for his own release, Sarah now denying him the sexual favour he had just performed on her. When their mother called them for dinner, Billy saw this as an opportunity to get back at his sister, he would tell their mom all the things she had made him do.

Before Sarah knew what was happening, Billy grabbed her phone from her and went running off to tell on her, his feet thumping down the hallway. Sarah wasn't overly concerned, though; their mother always took her side.

“Moooom! “ Billy yelled as he marched his nakedness into the kitchen, “Mom! Sarah is making me do things I don't wanna do!”

“Well, hello there young man” Margaret, their mother chided. “I see your little guy down there has made an appearance at last.”

Billy realised he still had a boner, and his mom was now staring at it for the first time in probably years. His face turned crimson, and he quickly used Sarah's phone to cover his hard-on from his mother.

“Mom, this is serious!”

“Now, remember Billy, no hiding yourself. You're not to be ashamed. Let me see your little erection there.”

Billy huffed. He wasn't little, damn it. Was she even listening to him any more? He sighed, and moved the phone away, showing his 4 inches of glory.

“My Billy, you have grown since you were a baby, but not much. You're still much smaller than your father's was. And look at those cute little pink balls of yours down there, aren't they precious!”

Billy also hated that his mom had suddenly become so blunt about his nudity too.

“Mom, I'm not little! Ugh...just...listen to me! Sarah has been making me do awful things. She stuck pencils up my butt, and she even made me lick her thing…down there too. It was all wet down there, I can still taste her stuff in my mouth!”

“I sure did!” Sarah replied, almost skipping into the room. She was quite aware she was basically bulletproof from their mothers' scorn at this point.

“Sarah made you lick and kiss her private parts?” Margaret confirmed, as Billy noted his mom was still censoring anything referring to Sarah's intimate parts, but not his own.

“She did mom! It was all slimy and gross down there!”

“Oh nonsense, I am sure Sarah is perfectly clean down there, she is a girl after all. I think that was a clever idea of hers, actually. Your penis is much too small to pleasure a girl, so I think it's a very good idea for you to get practice pleasuring a girl with your mouth. Did he do a good job on you, Sarah?”

“Oh yes, mommy, it was very nice. He was a little scared at first, I think. He should probably still do it some more though to get the hang of it. Maybe he could do it to some of my friends to get more practice?”

Billy's mouth dropped; he was flabbergasted. How in the hell did Sarah always get away with this stuff? Why did their mom always seem to twist things and make Sarah look to be doing good? Why?!

Sarah and Margaret discussed for a moment the actions he had taken earlier in the bedroom, performing his cunnilingus on his little sister. They discussed exactly what he did, their mom also suggesting some ideas which Sarah could get Billy to try for next time. Billy's head was a fog, their voices fading like in the background as he tried to find some way out of this. They didn't seem to care. It was all about them, and their pleasure, while he seemed to becoming more and more at their mercy. Snapping out of it, he remembered he was still holding her phone!

“Mom! Look! She at these pictures she took of me!” Billy interrupted, almost shoving the phone directly into his mom's hands. He paused a moment just at the last second, realising he was literally showing his mum pictures of his naked body, but decided to go through with it. She had seen everything anyway. He had no other choice. This was his last bit of ammo he had left against his sister.

Margaret eyed the photos.

“Wow, you take good photo's Sarah. Look, this one you can see his face and soft penis hanging there. I might have to get this one framed on the wall.”

“No mom, look! This one here, see? She stuck things up my butt!”

“Oh Sarah, I am not sure if I like this one.” she said, pointing to one which clearly showed Billy on the bed with his bum in the air, with about a dozen different coloured pencils sticking out his anus.

Yes! Billy thought inwardly. Finally, their mom was seeing what was going on!

“Why not mommy?” Sarah asked innocently, looking over to check which picture it was.

Billy was doing cartwheels on his head now. Here it comes, Sarah! You're going to be in so much trouble!

“Pencils contain lead, Sarah, and they can be quite sharp. The sharp points could poke Billy's insides and make him very sick.”

Not quite the reaction Billy had hoped for, but, still, okay, she can still be in trouble from that, right?

“Oh, I'm sorry mommy, I didn't know. I wanted to see how stretchy his hole was. And I thought it would be a good one in case he misbehaved; we could show it people he doesn't like.”

“I understand, you were just being curious, I'm not mad at you. I did say to experiment. Perhaps use something other than pencils next time. Sharpies could leak into him too, and I would hate to have to take him to the hospital to explain that! Next time, perhaps use some kitchen utensils, or a candle? They will be a bit bigger if you think they could fit inside him?”

“Yes mommy, I think they could fit well”

Billy just groaned. Nothing seemed to work, and he hated having things stuck up his ass. The two girls' discussion moved to the various items they could try to fit inside him, and none of them sounded too pleasant. Some descriptions were made about how stretchy he was, and if they should try some bigger things. However, their conversation was stopped abruptly by distinctive footsteps and then a loud knocking at the door. Very loud.

Billy yelped, quickly covering himself with his hands again.

“WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?!?”

“Oh, that will be Mrs Crookshanks, I invited her over to talk about you.”

“AHH!! HER?!? WHYeeee?!”

Sarah wasn't sure what the commotion about, but the footsteps meant Billy exactly who it was. Mrs Crookshanks, who was his teacher at his previous school. Before he changed schools, that is. A lot of kids had nightmares long after they left her class of her, especially Billy. Nightmares which featured the approaching sound of her boots. Getting louder. Every kid hated and respected her. She was tall, and large, like something out of a Disney film. Her clothing always seemed like something out of the 1800s, and she was always carrying around a cane, which she made regular use of.

Billy, just like everyone else from his old school was terrified of her. Even though Billy was gifted in learning, that only made it worse. During the year with her, she would often ask him really difficult questions, ones he had no hope of knowing. She would demean him and call him stupid when he didn't know an answer, and the class would laugh at him. Billy had tried to bring it to her attention, but then learned why everyone really hated her. She always found an excuse to use that cane. She didn't make him strip or anything, but even though he was wearing jeans, he still couldn't sit down for a week by the time she was done. From then on, he just put up with her awfulness. He did his best he could to avoid her wrath after that, just as everyone else.

Mrs Crookshanks could be heard huffing outside, deciding to open the door herself. She said good evening to Margaret, but barely acknowledged her children. Adults were fine in her books, but she hated children, especially boys.

“Good evening, Mrs Crookshanks. “Their mother said, “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Hmmph. Dispense with the niceties, you said you had something to show me?”

“Oh yes. I understand you are working on a sex education lesson for your school, and were having difficulty finding volunteers.”

“Indeed. Finding volunteers is difficult, plus there is also the matter of parental consent, and legality.”

“Yes of course. Well, you'll remember my son Billy from last year? He has a bit of a problem, and I think a lesson like that could help both of us?”

Even a year later, Mrs Crookshanks still towered over Billy, glaring down at his compared smallness to hers.

“I see. Yes, I do remember Billy. Why are you naked boy, where are your clothes?”

Billy was trembling with her there. His dick had instantly shrivelled in the presence of his old teacher, he clutched onto himself desperately. “I...they....” Billy trembled.

“Speak properly boy. Do you have a stutter or something?”

“Billy here has a problem with his penis Mrs Crookshanks,” Margaret answered, “He is shy about it, which is why I thought your lesson could help him get over that too.

“Shy? What is wrong with it?”

“There is actually nothing wrong with him, he is just a little behind most of the other kids at his new school, so is getting teased about it a bit. Billy, show your penis to Mrs Crookshanks please.”

“He is still getting teased?” Mrs Crookshanks tutted, “Well, let's see it then. Show us what you've got”

“N..no I don't want to.” Billy whined.

“Show her Billy. Right now.” Margaret ordered.

“Yeah, show her your dick, Billy! Show it, or I show your friends the pics!” Sarah pipped in, feeling ignored.

Billy groaned. Mrs Crookshanks never thought much of him, or any other boy. But he had to. It was 3 to one. And he could never show his face in public again if the pictures his sister had got out. He was still considering his options, when Mrs Crookshanks made the choice for him, yanking his arm away for covering himself. His now soft member being examined by the females in the room. He was particularly small in that moment, his dick retreated from fear, and all the attention. It wobbled slightly as it came into view.

Mrs Crookshanks, as blunt as ever, seemed quite unphased by her previous student now naked before her. “It is pretty pathetic, isn't it?”

“He is a little small, but I thought he might be a good model for the younger children. Less intimidating for them to see perhaps?”

“I suppose. Can you ejaculate yet boy?”

Billy was still stunned, squirming as everyone was talking about his body so openly. Sarah answered for him. “He reckons he can miss, but we haven't seen it yet. His little peter was like this big before though?” Sarah indicated, using her fingers to demonstrate his size.

“I doubt that tiny little thing can even produce semen yet, but I think you may be on to something here, Margaret. He would be similar in size to his younger counterparts, so he could be a good subject. I have some lesson time tomorrow; I can do a trial run with him then, perhaps.”

Billy had finally pulled himself together. He had to say something before it was too late.

“Noo, I don't want to do it. What if Jason is in that class?”

“Oh, stop your snivelling you silly boy. Your friend Jason isn't in my class, he is in the next one over. I have made the decision. You will come to my class tomorrow, and show everyone your genitals, and answer their questions. You will be expected to answer any and all of their questions truthfully. Margaret, is it okay if our class has a hands-on section as well?”

“I don't see why not. I will ensure he has a good wash up beforehand.”

“Excellent. We shall see you tomorrow then boy, 2pm sharp.” Mrs Crookshanks confirmed.

“Billy, you're so screwed!” Sarah laughed. “I think my friend is in that class.”

“Please Mom…please mom, don't make me do this…” Billy complained. Showing his body to a bunch of school kids sounded like a nightmare.

“You're doing it, Billy. It will be a good first step to getting over your modesty. Besides, you wanted some time off from your school, here is your chance. Oh, and thank you for the opportunity, Mrs Crookshanks.”

Sarah laughed, “better hope you don't pop a boner in front of all the boys, or they will think you're a homo!”

“Ah, actually that reminds me” Mrs Crookshanks said. “Please see to it that he has masturbated before my class. I don't want to have to deal with any spontaneous erections or explosions, especially with impressionable girls around.”

“Oh, he had an erection just before, but it seems to have gone down,” Margaret remembered. “How about you stay a little longer, and we can have Billy put on a little show for you, as a thank you?”

“Yes, I suppose I could stay for that.”

Margaret, Sarah, and Mrs Crookshanks made themselves comfortable on the sofa in the lounge, while Billy stood in front of them, his soft penis as usual the centre of attention. Billy gulped.

“So...you want me to like…jerk off right now?”

“What's the problem, big brother?” Sarah joked, “You were begging me to let you cum before!”

“Yeah, but now you're all...oh man…now with everyone watching?”

Mrs Crookshanks checked her watched and puffed impatiently. “Get on with it, boy, I haven't got all night. I'm not even convinced that immature penis of yours can even ejaculate yet.”

Billy's ears grew red. His temper was growing, but he didn't dare get mad with her there. He would show them. He would show all three of them.

He took his right hand and wrapped around his soft member, jiggling it to get it to come to life. He needed to get hard and get hard fast. He shut his eyes to block out where he was, and who he was with. He felt a familiar tingle down there as he tugged on himself, as the blood began to rush to his privates. Using his other hand to stretch his nutbag slightly, which always felt nice to do.

It didn't take long before he had an erection once again, the previous actions in his bedroom meant he was still pretty horny. The 3 girls watched him intently as he sped up, jerking his little sex tool faster now. The purple head of his glans pushing out as he fapped away, the skin of his hand slapping at his groin as he tried to get off, his balls bouncing. The earlier interactions with his sister in his mind, to bring him to full hardness.

Please let this be a big load, he thought to himself. Please show these tormentors what he could do. He felt the pressure build. His knees bent a little, and his thrust his hips up slightly as he went at it. He couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure in front of them. He heard his sister let out a chuckle, which made his impending pleasure retreat slightly. He tried harder, he had to cum. He had to let it out. His little bone was at its full size, fully throbbing. With another unintended whimper, he finally came. A half dozen small squirts of whiteness shooting up about 2 inches from his tip before oozing back down his shaft, some dripping along his sack to the floor. If he wasn't at the height of orgasm, he would have heard Sarah whoop for joy and clap at watching her big brother cum.

Billy was panting, exhausted now from his efforts.

Mrs Crookshanks got up to let herself out. “Well, that was quite a disappointing performance.” she said cruelly. “Just be sure he ejaculates again before he joins us tomorrow, his testes will need to be emptied to prevent any unnecessary reactions.”

“I can just watch him when he showers in the morning, mom, and make sure he cleans properly too?” Sarah suggested.

“Thank you, Sarah, that would be very helpful.”

Chapter 4

While Billy was glad he was getting the day off school away from his bullies, he had bullies of another type to deal with today. His mom, sister, and now his old teacher. And a pain in the pit of his stomach for what he had to do today.

His mom had to leave early that morning to some kind of emergency, leaving Sarah and Billy to prepare for school alone, trusting Sarah to get her brother ready for his big day.

Sarah diligently made sure her older brother did all the right preparations. Even pulling up a chair in the bathroom to watch him jerk his cock in the bath. She took a few more opportunities to take some pictures of him on her phone, while he was covered in soap bubbles, his skin-coloured cock with its purplish red tip clearly shown his face all in frame. She took video too, as he jerked himself, spraying his load over his chest before taking a shower to wash off. She caught every moment from her seat, also ensuring he thoroughly watched his hair, balls and crack properly, making sure he spread his buttcheeks to show her his hole was nice and clean. Billy was definitely thankful when it was over, as he could finally put some clothes again for his walk to his old school.

Billy arrived at his old classroom later that day. Looking through the window pane into the room, he realised the last time was here was only a little over a year ago, but it looked so different to him. It seemed kind of looked smaller than before, or perhaps he was bigger. So much was still the same though. The same posters on the wall were still there, marks on the ceiling were still there. The school desks were still arranged the same, paired up, and in rows. Memories of the times he was there flickered in his mind. A much simpler time.

Mrs Crookshanks had instructed to come towards the end of the day, as his visit would be the last activity for the day before the weekend. Not wanting to be late, Billy opened the door, walking in, expecting Mrs Crookshanks to be waiting for him, but it was just him, and about 20 other kids, boys and girls, all fooling around.

Some of the kids noticed his entry, Billy could hear whispers of 'who's that?' and girls whispering to one another. A class clown somewhere yelled out “Wrong room, idiot!”. Those closer to Billy did ask a little more genuinely who he was, and why he was there. They were all curious as to who this strange boy was, and why he was in their room. Billy didn't know whether he should answer them why he was there or wait. Billy found a spot near the front of the room and stood there awkwardly as many puzzled faces looked at him, some of whom he could remember bumping into in the hallways when he was there a year or so back.

Just then Mrs Crookshanks pushed her way past Billy, and the entire room immediately went quiet now that she was present.

“Now class. Today we have a guest. “Billy here has been chosen to be a model for our next lesson. Sex Education. He will answer any and all of your questions, and we will have a hands-on session afterwards”

At this there was a load of commotion. Friends murmuring to each other, a few shrieks and nervous laughs from the room. One jokester yelled out “show us the goods!” which made Billy's stomach do a turn. He felt a bit sick, knowing what was quickly approaching. Girls in the class eyes him up like a piece of meat.

“Billy here is a little older than you lot, though I have observed he is a little smaller than most boys his age. He is thirteen, but is in 9th grade because he thinks he is smarter than everyone else.”

There were a few snickers at Mrs Crookshanks comment.

“QUIET! As part of the first session, I will be standing aside for the most part. Billy here will answer any of your questions in his own words. I will only interject if he says something wrong or incomplete. Feel free to ask him anything sex or puberty related. This is a sex education lesson, and Billy here is expected to answer you truthfully. Isn't that right, Billy?”

“Um, yes, Mrs Crookshanks.” Billy swallowed.

“Good. Be sure to put hands up to answer questions. Fire away”

For a moment, no one asked anything. The room was deathly quiet, 20 kids just staring at Billy. At least he was still fully dressed, but probably not for much longer. The first arm finally shot up from one of the boys nearer the front.

“Um, are you going to be taking ALL your clothes off?” he asked.

“Yes…”

The hubbub rose at this answer. They couldn't believe there was a boy who was willing to do this. The boys couldn't believe someone would agree to do something like this, and the girls were more-so excited about what was coming up, some giggling to one another. A girl was the next to ask a question.

“So…if you're smaller…then how big is it?” she asked, eyeing him up.

“It?”

“YEAH, YOUR DONG!” The class clown shouted out. A few of his peers laughed along with him.

“Uh…like…this big? “Billy indicated, putting his hands about 5 inches apart.

“HAH!” One of the louder boys in the back laughed, “I'm like twice that size.”

The class laughed, getting louder and more out of control.

Mrs Crookshanks stood in to take back control, before they returned to more questions.

One boy asked, “So if you're a year ahead in grade 9, does that mean you should be in this class with us? But you're thirteen?”

“Uh yeah, I was in this class a little over a year ago, I sat at that desk there, " Billy answered, pointing to one of the tables in the front row. "I'm a year older, but I'm two grades above you guys”

“But aren't you like, super embarrassed? Why would you wanna strip?” The same boy asked.

“Um yeah, I'm pretty nervous about all this, but I didn't have much of a choice.”

Mrs Crookshanks spoke up, “Enough of the pleasantries, Billy is here to answer questions related to sex education, puberty etc, not have a chit-chat.”

The room went quiet again. Clearly, all the kids were pretty shy about the subject. Mrs Crookshanks had anticipated as much, but was sure the next step would at least be educational.

“Well, if you don't have any questions, we might as well move onto the next part. You will still be allowed to ask questions as you think of them. Billy, it is time to remove your clothes, you can leave them on the floor behind you”

Billy swallowed hard. This is the part he had really been dreading. His whole world went dark, except for a few dozen pairs of eyes now on him.

“Does he have to take everything off?” A shy blond girl asked from the front, breaking the silence.

“Yes, Billy has agreed to remove everything. He will be completely naked so that you can see his naked body. His upper and lower body will be on display. You will all get to see his penis and his testicles. Boys will be able to compare themselves in their own development, and you girls will get to see a boy up front in a safe environment. “

Billy was dragging his feet with getting undressed. His socks and shoes were off, then he decided to take off his shirt off next, delaying the inevitable as long as possible. Some wolf whistles teased from the students when his bare chest could be seen. Mrs Crookshanks glared around the room, trying to catch who it was.

“After you are fully undressed Billy, I will get you to sit up on my desk here. Pop your feet up on the desk too, and then spread your legs so the class can see your genitals clearly.”

Oh god, Billy thought to himself. He couldn't delay it much longer. He pushed his jeans to the floor, some gasps from the classroom audience now as he was just in his boxers. He had wisely chosen cotton boxers that morning so that even in just his underwear, nothing could really be made out. That said, the front row of kids were bent over their desks now, almost leering at him, while those in the back were stood up, arching their necks to get the best view. Some graunching of chairs could be heard as those in the back stood up to get a good view for the next part.

This is it, Billy thought. He closed his eyes, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and gave them a tiny push, letting gravity do the rest. He felt the cloth drop to his feet.

There were a few gasps, and shrieks as his nakedness came into view to the whole room. The worst were the giggles from the boys. Billy tried to block it out in his mind as he climbed up on Mrs Crookshanks desk, splaying his legs wide to show his cock and balls to the class. He was conscious that sitting like this, those near the from could probably see a little under his balls too, towards his butt. The class was a roar of excitement now as they all watched him get into place. Laughter, and jeers, all quite a din. Somewhere talking about his size, and lack of hair. The commented on his flaccid cock drooping against his balls, and others talking about how he was circumcised or the shape and colour of his scrotum.

“QUIET!” Mrs Crookshanks bellowed. “Now. For those that want to see Billy up close, form a line across the front of the class. You will each get a turn to see him up close. You may touch him if you wish, and you can touch him where-ever you like. Be sure to make the most of this opportunity.”

None of the boys moved a muscle. They had looked at one another and silently agreed that there was no way they wanted to get up close and personal with some other guy, and risk social rejection, or being labelled gay or something. They had no interest being up near some guy's junk. The girls on the other-hand leaped at the chance, not only to be able to see a naked boy up close, but for the chance to touch a boy's privates.

Billy's heart was beating out of his chest. He could see the shy blond girl from before was waiting first in line, fidgeting, followed by about another dozen or so girls behind her. Before the line got started, one of the boys at the back asked another question.

“Yo dude, I thought you were thirteen? My older brother is the same age as you, and he has a whole forest of hair on his dick. You shave yourself or something?”

This struck Billy to his core, his most self-conscious weakness.

“Um…yeah, I shaved mys-”

“No Billy.” Mrs Crookshanks interrupted. “Tell the truth. Billy here hasn't grown any pubic hair around his penis yet. That is why I chose to use him as a subject, as you can see him in more detail. He is slower than boys his age, but he should grow hair eventually.

“Haha what? Like none at all? Hell, I even got a couple hairs, this guy is smooth as a baby”

Some of the other boys nodded and spoke in agreement, boasting they too had hair already, whereas Billy didn't, others a little less bashful but nodded in agreement anyway.

“Billy, tell them.”

“Ugh, okay yeah um. I guess some boys are just different to others. Some boys start changing sooner and other boys a bit later. I guess you're just further ahead than me.” Billy desperately wanted to close his knees. He felt so exposed, everyone gawking at him, talking about him while it was all hanging out for everyone to see.

“Haha! Sucks to be you!” The boy jested,” So basically what you're saying is, I'm more of a man than you, yet I'm two years younger?”

“Um… yeah, I guess s-”

“HAHA! What a weirdo. Grow some pubes already, nerd!”

“NATHAN, STOP IT! “Mrs Crookshanks bellowed, “You'll see me after class for that outburst. Go out in the hallway and wait till I come get you. “

Billy felt like he was about to cry now, being made fun of by a boy two whole years younger than him. Why couldn't he just be normal. His only solace being that he guessed Nathan hadn't faced Mrs Crookshanks wrath yet. When Billy looked up, he saw the first girl from the line was now standing directly in front of him, almost between his outstretched knees.

“Hi…” She said quietly, before poking a finger to his upper thigh. She was afraid of doing much more than that yet.

“Oh hey…” Billy replied, with us much gusto as a naked boy could muster, in front of a girl who was jabbing a finger into his naked upper leg.

“I think your willy looks nice…” The girl whispered so that no one else could hear.

“Um, thanks. I um. Did you have any questions for me?” Billy said, blushing, trying to move things along.

“Remember Claire, you can touch Billy wherever you like. Don't be shy.” Mrs Crookshanks said.

Claire poked a finger again, just brushing against his exposed glans. Billy gasped. He was still soft, so the tip was still small and spongy, lying against his balls. With her delicate prod, he felt himself start to stir.

“Um, is it true that boys pee and make babies out of the same hole?” Claire asked quietly.

“Uh yeah. Both come out of the little hole right there next to your finger.”

Claire ran her index finger over the little entrance.

“That is called a Urethra,” Mrs Crookshanks confirmed. Girls have one too, but for boys they pass everything through that same hole”

The next student was a boy. He was a slight little Asian boy, which Billy figured why he didn't notice him in line earlier. He was a little hesitant of walking up to Billy, dragging his feet.

“Can you…you know…make splooge?”

Before Billy could answer this one, the teacher did so for him. “The correct word is ejaculate. And yes, Billy here can make sperm. However, as I have no interest in having to clean up after any immisions, we will not be having Billy give us a demonstration.

Then Mrs Crookshanks announced that she needed to go deal with Nathan in the hallway, but for them to continue. The boy moved on without touching him, replaced with a dark-haired girl, who look a far less impressed with Billy's nudity.

She stood there for a moment, chewing gum now that the teacher was out of the room. She just stood there looking down at Billy's cock.

“So…your dick pretty small, huh?” she basically grunted.

“I um... I guess so. Did you want to ask me anything?”

“Nah, not really. I wanna grab these, though.” She replied, jabbing a finger at his ball bag. “Apparently boys are pretty sensitive down there, huh?”

“Y…yes. If you're going to touch them, please be- ”

“If I grab and crush them, it'll hurt?”

“Yes, but, please don't…it'll hurt real bad.”

The room had gone quiet again, boys watched, half winching, knowing what sort of reputation the girl had. She was a bit of a tomboy, and a bully, and was bigger than most of the other kids, even the boys.

“Don't make any noise,” She ordered him. She turned her head to make sure Mrs Crookshanks was still fully out of the room, then grabbed a fistful of his balls, squeezing. Billy was half shriek, but was able to contain himself as she gave his jewels a single hard squish.

“Hah, weird. I can feel your nuts in my hand all scrunched against each other.”

Billy wheezed and grunted as she grinded his balls together. After about 20 seconds, she released them, satisfied. With her now gone, billy brought his legs together, bringing his hands to tend to his smooshed balls.

One of the boys in the back then called out to show his ass. Clearly, Mrs Crookshanks had been gone long enough for the class to start to descent into chaos again. Billy looked towards the door, but it seemed she wasn't back yet, in fact it looked as though she was on her mobile phone.

Still cupping his sore balls, he rolled onto his back, with his knees together, this showed his asshole to everyone. There was a chorus of eww's and why would you get someone to do that from the class.

“What on earth are you doing!?” Mrs Crookshanks yelled, seeing Billy lying on his back showing his anus to the class. Mrs Crookshanks had entered the class and seen him in such a position. “What a filthy boy, doing that in my class. Get up!

Billy pulled himself up, rolling off of the desk at last.

“One of the boys ask-”

“And you thought that was appropriate, did you?! What does your disgusting backside have to do with sex or puberty?! I should never have left you in the room alone, I knew I couldn't trust you to be sensible. This lesson is cancelled.”

As mad as she was, Billy was definitely relieved, though the students disappointed.

“Get out of my class. “ She ushered, basically pushing Billy out into the hallway, throwing his clothes after him. “I don't want to see your face again! How disgusting!”

The class went quiet once again.

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