Peter had a hard time concentrating in his first two classes. Everything being discussed in class seemed to remind him of Samantha. First, he had World History. The class had just finished studying the Sun King Louis XIV of France and his court of voluptuous beauties. They watched a short PBS snip-it that portrayed French courtesans vying for the attentions of the king by boosting their cleavage. Peter had again become uncomfortable while his cock strained to be free from his jeans. Twice he noticed a classmate named Christina trying see why he was squirming in his seat. He did the best he could to hide his reasons, but he did not think he was successful.
After first period he attended Chemistry class, where they were in lab experimenting on the hydrogen bonds of water. His lab partner continually had to repeat directions, as Peter was distracted. Their first lab experiment was to see how many drops of water they could place on the head of a coin before it spilled over. Peter could not help but notice that the water formed a rounded edge like the roundness of Samantha’s breasts. The water giggled just like Samantha’s bosom when she would laugh. Then the problems began.
Peter had been ignoring his partner and the electricity coil running though the water basin tubes to his left. He reached to get more water from the bottle to refill the dropper and brushed the coil of wire. The static electricity from his flannel shirt caused an arch that lit his shirt on fire. Reacting immediately, he splashed what he thought was a beaker of water on himself. Too late, he realized that it was really rubbing alcohol and with a loud whoosh, the front on his pants and shirt exploded in flame. His only saving grace was that his Chemistry teacher Mrs. Lewis had had that extra serving of Starbucks this morning and swooped in to save the day.
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Mrs. Lewis had prevented Peter from experiencing and permanent damage from the accident in the Chemistry lab; his clothes were not a fortunate. Mrs. Lewis had flung him under the dousing shower almost immediately and ordered him to strip. Since he was afraid, he compiled without thinking. After a ten minute, ice cold shower Mrs. Lewis handed Peter a towel. He dried himself off while he listened to his teacher berate him because of his inattention to safety. The longer she talked the more turned on Peter became. He did not want to have these thought about a teacher, but Mrs. Lewis did have the same build at Samantha, just a little bit older, and a little frumpier in dressing style.
Before he could embarrass himself further, Peter asked if he could go to the Men’s Locker room and put on his gym clothes. Mrs. Lewis having gotten into a full rant, at first seemed enraged that he would stop her lecture to ask for clothing. Then a smile passed over her face and she immediately sympathized with the half-naked young man standing before her. She took pity on him and let me go to the gym before class was over.
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Peter entered the locker room through the gym, surprised to see the locker room was unlocked. Normally, it would remain locked during class time so that the lockers would be secure. Peter crossed the between the bays of lockers and headed for his locker. When he rounded the corner of the farthest bay, he stopped in his tracks when he heard voices.
“Shhh! Over here … stop pushing.”
“Dammit Shane move over! I want to see.”
“I did move over. You have your own peep whole.”
“Yeah, but there is a part of a locker in my way. I can only see one shower stall.”
“Well we already flipped for it and you lost.”
“I still think you cheated.”
The voices stopped for a little while. Peter peeked behind the bay of lockers to see Sean and Shane, the campus troublemakers hiding behind the equipment cage. At first, he thought that they had found a way to peep on the Women’s Locker room, but then he realized that the women’s showers were on the opposite wall. A wave of shock and realization hit him, Sean and Shane wanted to look at the men’s showers. He also realized that they would see him if he tried to get to his locker. He wondered if he should pretend he did not see them and get dressed. The last time they were near Peter, they had tripped him and removed his gym shorts.
Without realizing it, Peter had a massive hard-on that thrust itself out of the crease of the towel. The towel then fell to the floor in protest of being disturbed with a loud thwack. He heard two gasps and then saw Sean then Shane peer out from behind the equipment cage. They immediately saw Peter and then glanced at his hugely engorged member. Peter froze with fear and excitement. Never before had another man seen him erect. He found himself instinctively flexing his abs and arms in an attempt to impress Sean and Shane.
“Shit,” exclaimed Sean and Shane in unison and they both darted across the lockers and out the door. With his audience gone Peter felt ashamed, embarrassed and quickly lost his erection. He dressed in his gym clothes and then found another problem. No matter how he adjusted himself, he could not fit himself in his gym shorts. He now wished that he were more of a grower and not a shower. Then maybe he could hide his length without hanging below his shorts. After a few minutes of trying, he realized that he could tuck in his shirt and wrap is cock so that it would stay up near the elastic waistband. Once he was sure, he could walk with his cock tuck up and to the left he left the locker room and headed back across campus to the science wing to pickup his backpack. | 
