Four eighteen year old girls. Horny. And determined. Mr. Crete didn’t have a chance. The plot was quickly planned and the conspiracy was put into action.

Since Chad had the most intimate knowledge of Mr. Crete, he volunteered to do the dirty work. 

Monday was a normal PE class. Basketball. Again. As usual. At the conclusion of the class, all the guys, Mr. Crete included, headed to the locker room, stripped naked, and hit the showers. 

Chad was first man in and first man out. As usual, Mr. Crete took his time and was the last one out of the showers. Mr. Crete finished his shower, grabbed his towel, and dried off. He headed back to his locker that he usually kept open and started to dress. Except that something was missing. Where did he put his underwear?

He checked the hooks in his locker. Not there. He double checked his pile of clothes. Nothing. He searched his bag. Empty. 

Okay, it wasn’t the end of the world. He often went commando on the weekends, just never at work. 

Class started as normal, but now the plot went into action. Mr. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture about Shakespeare.  He had the habit of lecturing from the front of the class and then wandering into the rows.

All four girls had broad smiles on their face. Bigger smiles than ever before. They alternated making long extended eye contact and then making obvious stares at Mr. Crete’s crotch.

At first he was able to ignore the odd behavior, but then it became noticeable. The girls’ strange eye contact, smiles, and then their long stares at his crotch started to have the intended effect.

The first thing the girls noticed was that Mr. Crete lost his place and seemed distracted. But the girls who were maintaining the “crotch watch” noticed something stirring in his pants. At first it was a slight twitch. 

Mary was the first to recognize the faint outline of his cock head that she had noticed before.

Mr. Crete realized that the girls were now staring at his enlarging cock, and worse, that it was visible through his light khakis. The girls’ smiles changed to looks of awe, but he was determined to get through the lesson. Romeo and Juliet would not suffer due to his hard-to-control erection. 

Mr. Crete’s eight and a half inches of manhood were now fully evident to everyone in the class. As he walked up and down the rows, his cock was only inches from the girls’ faces. They could smell the aroma of freshly showered cock, and no one was paying attention to Romeo, Juliet, nor anything else being said. 

Mary was the first to notice that there was even a small but growing wet spot at the very tip of his cock coming through his pants. Mr. Crete became aware of it when Mary ran her tongue across her lips, and he happened to glance down at his pants.

The lecture was quickly over, everyone was to read the next chapter silently, and Mr. Crete retreated to the safety of his desk.

The girls’ conspiracy was successful. They got to see what Mr. Crete was made of, at least as viewed through thin khakis. 

After class everyone quickly left, satisfied, exhilarated, and wanting more. Mr. Crete was the last to leave the classroom. As he closed the door behind him he reached for the doorknob and felt something strangely familiar. His bikini briefs were hanging on the doorknob.

Funny, he didn’t remember leaving them there.