Your teachers' bulge!

Okay, I'm only telling you this because I trust you...but when I was about thriteen my mom had me see a therapist about being gay (long story) and he had a nervous tick where he would be constantly grabbing his crotch. The therapy sessions were, let's just say, ineffective.

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It sounds like an experiment for you to realize once and for all what you liked to focus on, so sounds like he did a great job for you.
BTW did his 'nervous tick, aka constantly grabbing his crotch" get arise outta him, with all that touching of it you had to see it grow, right?

Yeah my history teacher back in 8th grade was short and kinda chubby, he had 2 kids, and i wondered why his wife would ever be attracted to him. Well one day hen he sat down on a desk, i guess cause he wasn't wearing underwear cause everone could see his giant cock, outline and all. he had to be like 8 inches soft, it was so hot.

I always looked at my teachers bulges back in high school, I had nothing better to do, I think of my math teacher and my track coach, social studies teacher when I think about high school.

I had an 11th grade history teacher who had a really nice package and a professor in college, too. Both were just my type and sat on the edge of the desk a lot and displayed their meaty crotches. Not side snakes - probably big big balls.
I had an 10th grade history teacher who had a really nice package. he always sat on the edge of the desk a lot and displayed his meaty crotch. Not a side snake - probably big big balls.

my pre-calculus teacher had a nice round ass, and she always wore tight pants. pre-calculus has never been so much fun, im sure. i bet she noticed how most of the guys sat in the first couple rows (including myself, as i was "straight" at the time) and the majority of them got no work done lol. that was pretty much my teacher highlight in high school. all my other teachers were old

In year 7 - I was 12, my PE teacher was your typical young PE teacher.

I remember he was demonstrating a move and he made a bridge, and his cock flopped down, causing a lot of shocking/giggling faces from the girls. I was in the change room when he was changing after the Teacher's race at the swimming carnival - great body. I saw him bend over when he took his speedos off - and his balls were almost down to his knees.

I went bright red and bolted.

had this one teacher, i would always try to program going to the mens room when he was there......those old type urinals that went to the floor, and way he would stand about 2 feet back from the pisser, and make small talk with me.....im pretty sure he enjoyed me looking at it......

He bulged pretty nicely...and at the end of the sessions, he said that he thinks that I already figured out what I wanted to do and that these sessions weren't really going to help me. I think that was code for, "I know you stare at my junk."

ok, i dont post a lot, but this takes me back to one great moment. I had a english teacher in high school that was absolutely hot. he was young, maybe a first or second year teacher when i had him in 10th grade. He was tall, lean, dark brown hair always combed nicely and to the side and boyish good looks. Everyone liked him cuz he was so cool and nice. Anyway, he used to wear docker type pants and usually a button up shirt always tucked in and with a thin black belt. He had a killer package!! (made all the better by his good looks). I always remember the days he wore the light beige colored ones becasue you could see every detail of his cock and balls. I think he wore boxers because sometime you could see the outline, but flaccid i would guess he was about 4 or 5 inches with low hangers cuz I remember specifically that there was always that rounded bulge of balls on the left and outline of cock on the right. (this made an impression on me cuz my friend had recently informed me that your dick points toward the direction of the hand you use to jerk it) I was right handed and so was he so we had something in common!! When he sat at his desk, i would also go to his desk to ask him questions just so i could see the whole bundle forced against his seat tightened pants. oh the good ol days!

We had a teacher at who used to easily get a hardon, a nice fit guy probably only just qualified.
Sometimes you could walk into the room and he was already hard and bulging really nicely other times, you could see if grow... and grow.. those where my favourite days..
We sometimes used to take it in turns to see who could get him hard, girls or boys..
It was the boys turn, and I was sat next to the guy who had to see if you could get the teacher hard, my mate was sat back, just rubbing himself gently until a bulge became visible, the teacher caught glimpse of what he was doing and instantly started to spring a hardon, you could see the fabric of his trousers move and stretch, wow it was hot, strangely half the lads left with hardons as well, including me.

Oh the fun days of school.

I got bad grades in those classes since the teachers were so distracting. The college prof was my complete ideal and the view made me attend very well for a boring poli sci class. Both were really nice guys too.

It is said that one of the PE teacher in my school has his flaccid penis as long as a beer bottle, but i've never been so lucky to verify it, because in my country teachers never have a shower with students, no way, lol!

In high school we had a teacher who was one of those... I don't know what to call him, he didn't teach anything in particular, rather he was always subbing in for someone else. One week I'd have him for econ, the next week for biology and then the following week for gym. And he tried to pass himself off as an authority on all things, of which I was increasingly skeptical. Particularly because he was a jock (one of the assistant coaches on the football team), looked it and acted it, and at the time I was very much hating jocks.

Anyway, Mr. S was very built. Short, but built like a wrestler. I didn't really notice a bulge on him until we had him for gym class, and his sweat pants indicated what looked like a kielbasa packed in there. Thus began my lust-hate fantasies about Mr. S.

So cut to the week my French teacher is on vacation and lo and behold Mr. S is our substitute. He told us our teacher wanted us to help each other get through a few more chapters of "Le Compte de Monte Cristo." So we circled up our desks and started going through the text while he sat as his desk and did a crossword puzzle or something. This was my Level 4 French class, so we were all pretty fluent at that point, and even when one of us would ask what a particular word or sentence meant we'd respond to each other in French.

Us being a group of high school seniors (read: assholes) we obviously started talking about everything but the book. And the topic turned to Mr. S, unbeknownst to him. We covered everything: his cluelessness, the teacher he was rumored to be having an affair with, and of course the apparent gargantuan cock he had swinging between his legs.

A few minutes later he put down his crossword puzzle, cleared his throat, and said "Je nous donne le detention, tout le monde." His face was almost purple with anger.

And that, my friends, was the day a teenage hotbtminla's uppance came.