Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I was also now regretting that I was not wearing any jocks as my cock had become quite aroused and without the control of jocks was creating an increasingly obvious bulge in my shorts. As my cock pushed my shorts away from my body I became aware that the girls sitting at my feet could see up the open leg of my shorts and my two squirming balls. Their interest and shared glances to each other was blatantly obvious and I crossed my legs without indicating I had noticed their gazes. However, this only accentuated the appearance of the ‘rod’ rising from my crotch. The smiles were growing ever wider around the room.

By this time, I had been a teacher at the college for almost 14 months and it was common knowledge that I was a nudist and belonged to a nudist club. Also, from my tennis antics and my acceptance and comfort with female nudity and pussy teases in the school, it was obviously assumed that I was completely at ease with these questions.

In addition to Shelly and Lizzy, I had met a few of my other students at various nudist clubs with their parents, in and around Sydney, in the year leading up to this point. This might part explain how and why I now found myself, a 22 year-old male, in this position, in a large house in the expansive grounds of a Southern Highlands property, as part of a college religious retreat for my very sexually curious 17 year old female students.

It became blatantly obvious, as I read one very explicit question, where this discussion was leading. The anonymous author had blatantly asked if it was possible for a ‘show and tell’ of a male erection. After I read the question, a pregnant silence fell over the room. From the shared reaction of surprise, I sensed this question had not been amongst the ones from the collective and had Shelly’s bold and cheeky governance all over it. I was also initially stunned by the brazenness of the question. However, as the idea sunk in amongst the group there were a growing number of smiles on the faces in the room. I stood up sensing in my loins that as I did my cock would engorge and grow even further and the bulge in my shorts become blatantly obvious to every eye in the room.

I had long become aware of the fascination my erection had on girls in the school and I could be a tease too!

The girls at my feet now had a front row view up the legs of my shorts to every inch of intimate man-muscle and they beamed and blushed in equal measure. I slowly took time to look as many girls in the eye and queried whether they were fully aware of what this question was asking of me and was everyone comfortable with what they might see. Most faces beamed with smiles and eager nods and a few stifled giggles at the sight of the bulge in my shorts. It was not displaying my nudity that was a concern for me, that part of me had been fully recognized and appreciatively accepted in the preceding 14 months. My concerns were the acceptance of the explicit exposure of my aroused manhood. Up till this point that had only been presented as a bulge against my tight clothing to all but one of these hormonally charged young women.

I then made a point of trying to catch the attention of as many of the widening eyes around the room as I pretended that I was about to drop my shorts. The room went very quiet and I heard a few swallowed gasps. I slowly turned around the circle of eager faces to give every girl an equal opportunity of study. Every eye was totally transfixed on my now very healthy bulge. I couldn’t help but feel that I was now in a very unique position and I tried to stifle my whacky sense of humour. The latent exhibitionist and entertainer in me was potentially now going to emerge along with my erection. I broke the silence with the question, ‘OK, what do you want to know?”

Shelly broke the silence with a cheeky and forthright, “Would you mind showing us sir?” She was by now completely familiar with my comfort at sharing my erections with her sister, but feigned innocence in the tone of her question. Others turned first toward the questioner with a giggle, then back to me and shyly chorused, “Yes, can you?” I was certain that Shelly had shared many real and imagined details of our naked chats at nudist venues to her classmates and they were now keen to see the widely-discussed ‘Full Monty’ of a male erection.

Although I still had a relatively naive knowledge of the female mind, I was learning fast from my many experiences in this all-female environment that there was an innate rapacious curiosity amongst teenage girls toward the vagaries of male genitalia. The intense but discrete interest from the girls in my classes to my occasional involuntary erections, clothed inside my tight trousers always caused much mirth.

I was fully aware that I was being made the object of a challenge, borne from schoolgirl fantasies and for many of the girls it was more the dare rather than an expectation. I recognized that although some would have been delighted, many would be embarrassed if I’d agreed to this request. However, by now I was totally ‘charged’ with testosterone and the ‘performer’ in me was seriously considering this opportunity afforded me by this ardent audience to explore one of my own erotic fantasies.

Despite many public misconceptions, an erection even at a nudist venue is exceptionally rare and in all my years as a nudist I’ve never seen another aroused male. Also, most teenage sexual experimentation is done in the dark, without much planning and completed, thanks to teenage boy limitations, very quickly. So, I suspected, even though not a ‘first’ for Shelly my virile exhibition could well have been a ‘first’ for many others.

At this point rationality returned to quell the raging hormones coursing through my own head. The atmosphere was tantalizingly electric with expectation. Through the deafening surge of sexual hormones coursing through my brain I heard my rational self utter, “I think we will have to take a break girls and leave this till another lesson. I will have to discuss this request with Sister Mary and get her approval.” There was a collective moan and resigned acceptance that there was little chance of such approval.

After I felt the lesson in male erections had run its course, I suggested that the lesson was over. There was a combined ‘three cheers’ for my part and some individual “Thanks Sir, for being a GOOD SPORT!” as girls left the room.

A few girls remained after the rest had gone following the pastoral care discussion. These included Shelly and Lizzy and three more of the girls in my honours class, who were all studying Level 4 Mathematics for their Higher School Examination. The other three girls were Karen, my tennis opponent, Sue and Carly. They were intelligent, self-confident young women, with whom I had a more personal connection.

Our honours classes were held after school hours twice a week. With a small group, class discipline was never an issue and I was able to be more relaxed and treat them as young adults and my sexual peers. They were also around the same age as the girls I would have been dating – had I been dating!

They edged ever closer around me and began touching me and looking into my eyes with persistent “Please Sir, could you give us a personal session?” I could sense their collective perfumes and I must admit as they edged ever closer, pressing their breasts against me, their physical proximity, oozing sexuality and female pheromones began to cloud my better judgment. My hormonal surge began again and I knew exactly what they were asking without the words being spoken and they knew I knew!

I also knew that Shelly would have shared with her friends, many of our shared ‘antics’ and my trysts with her sister and this knowledge of my ‘ease with my erections’, was further fueling their ardour.