When in Rome- Part 2/3 (Patreon)

It's time to continue exposing Ryan as he begins his lecture on Roman literature. For VIP members, head over to the private discord server to see the twelve pictures that my friend took to go with the story, and if you haven't already, make sure to read Part 1 first!

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Stepping into the warmth of my building, I was so thankful that this class was in an early time slot on today’s class schedule. It wasn’t early enough for campus to be covered in joggers, and it wasn’t late enough to take place when campus was fully awake. That sweet spot helped me walk from my car into my building without being seen. I was then able to head up the back staircase, quickly walk past three occupied classrooms before ducking into the one I was using this morning. I usually started my day in my office before heading down the hall to Room 314, but I wanted to be seen by as few people as possible. So, I stayed in the empty classroom for about 45 minutes finalizing my lesson before class begun.

“Good morning, professor!”

Of course Blaine would be the first student in class today. His entrance line was dripping in desire as he took a seat closest to me, not even pretending to not be imagining me just as I was in his art class last week. He’d been the student that walked in late and caused my exposure to spread around campus. None of the other students had recognized me, but he did, calling out my name loudly as I stood erect and frozen in front of them all.

I still felt exposed now, but I was in my domain, and even though parts of my body were exposed, I was dressed. This class period was not going to end the same as that one had.

More students were filing in now, and the entire roster was present one minute before the class was supposed to start. These were all English majors or students interested in the topic for one of their free electives, so that wasn’t a surprise. That meant that I didn’t think anything of it as I began to lecture with everyone focused on me. I’d heard the other professors rant about how students only came to class for attendance credit, sitting on their phones the entire time. I didn’t have that problem, and I felt proud of myself. This was a good lecture, and in my head, I didn’t even think that part of the attention was that each student was undressing me with their eyes.

“Wait, why isn’t this working?”

I held the clicker in my hand that navigated through my slides on the projection screen behind me, but I think the batteries were getting low. Not wanting to be seen as the professor who couldn’t work basic technology, I quickly walked over to my laptop on the lectern and clicked over to the next slide.

“Ah, there we go!”

Stepping back into the center of the room, I didn’t even notice what had gone wrong, and it might have disastrous for me if a different student had been sitting in the front row.

“Oh professor, one second!”

Blaine was out of his seat and standing in front of me now, and as I looked down to see why, I saw that my toga was beginning to unravel at my waist. Fuck- it must have caught on the podium as I went over to my laptop.

“Class, as I tend to this wardrobe malfunction, go ahead and copy down the passage on the board. You’re going to annotate that on your own, and I want it in your notes.”

As the class shifted gears and began squinting at the screen to see the words in the image that had been scanned too many times from an old book, Blaine whispered to me, “Are you wearing your toga as the ancient Romans did?”

“No Blaine… please sit down.”

My words came out in a whisper, and I looked up to see if the rest of the class heard, but they were still copying down the passage.

“Here professor, I can fix that really quickly.”

I was holding the edge of my almost unraveled toga in my hand, and Blaine took it from me as he knelt down. I’d quickly stepped back behind the podium when he’d walked up to me, and it blocked the rest of the class from seeing what he was doing. On his knees in front of me, he held the toga in one hand, and he grabbed onto my briefs with the other. He was smirking up at me as he pulled them down in one fluid motion, and I stopped myself from gasping and alerting everyone else.

I wanted to yell or hit him, but instead I just tried to grab back my briefs from him. I held them for just a second before he took them back and stuck them underneath his shirt as he used both hands now to clasp my toga once more at my waist. I was now naked under my toga, and there was nothing I could do.

Standing up with a wink, he walked back to his seat as if he’d done nothing wrong, and I somehow began talking again, unsure if anyone noticed the waver in my voice now. I still had twenty minutes of content left, but I was about to speed through it.

“Okay, as I was saying…”

The students weren’t listening to what I was saying though, and the reasoning wasn’t the speed at which I was talking. No, they were noticing how my toga was now much shorter after Blaine had fixed it. When they’d walked in, they had seen me with the toga going past my left knee, and while they’d been a bit shocked to see a sliver of my chest exposed, it wasn’t anything scandalous. Now though, they were looking at my exposed thighs, and they finally had their suspicions answered of whether I was wearing shorts under my toga.

Okay, boxers or briefs?

In the back row, two of my students were texting each other with their phones unseen in their laps.

Look at how much thigh he’s showing. I think he might be naked 😉

There wasn’t a text reply sent to that comment- instead, both girls moved their phones up onto the table they shared as they began recording whatever was about to happen next.

“Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears…”

I had just begun quoting Marc Antony when my own tragedy befell me. Facing the presentation screen, I heard the gasps a mere second before I felt what was happening. My toga had come untied again, but I didn’t have Blaine in front of me to stop it. I felt that end of the blanket come undone from my waist, and I felt it fall past my ass before I grabbed it. Quickly wrapping it back around myself, I just prayed that I hadn’t exposed too much.

Quickly wrapping the toga up once more, I tried to wrap the lesson up just as quickly, but that wouldn’t happen. The toga was coming apart again now, and the blanket wasn’t going to cooperate.

“Class dismissed!”

My voice was coming out as a plea now, and none of the class moved an inch as my toga continued falling apart. It was over one shoulder now, and the weight of the blanket pulled it away from my body faster now.

I grabbed it as it fell, but my chest was now totally exposed. Students were looking at my naked torso, glistening in sweat. My perky nipples on my pecs were in view, and so was my taut belly. My arms muscles looked as if I was flexing as I tried to hold onto the blanket and reach for it before it fell all the way to the floor, but I was too late.

Spinning around to keep my dick from being exposed, I flashed my ass at them, and I knew that no one had looked away when I heard the chorus of gasps from all of them.

“This can’t be happening!”

But it was- it was happening. As the blanket slipped out of my grip, I was naked once more in a classroom full of people…