The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 2 (Patreon)

We're back at the community college where Mr. Ryan is having to work with students just two years younger than him, and this installment is one of my absolute favorites...

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Another few weeks passed and other than small jokes from some of the girls in the back of the room, the sink incident seemed to fade away. We were moving swiftly through the curriculum, and the students had an exam coming up about the systems of the human body. Today was supposed to be a review day, and the students already had a dazed look as Simmons rolled the model skeleton in front of his desk. As it slid into the center of the room, I’m not sure if it somehow hit a desk leg or if it had just been moved one too many times, but it suddenly fell apart into 206 pieces that scattered across the floor.

Free day!

No, we are not having a free day. We’ll just pop some diagrams up on the projection screen.

As if karma had caught up to him, once Simmons pulled the cord for the screen to roll down, it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he yanked it.

Well, Mr. Ryan will just have to do for the day.

What? I can’t, I-

I’ll count it as one of your observations so you can skip a lesson plan. Relax, this block has already seen you without a shirt, remember?

I’d never be able to forget, but it almost seemed worth it to skip having to write another one of those ten-page lesson plans that my professor required.

Fine.

As I got up from my desk in the corner, I didn’t catch the students pulling out their phones in the front row as if they already knew that something was about to happen.

Okay, let’s get that shirt off to begin going over the muscular system.

Simmons could be so forceful when he wanted to be, and I felt like if I didn’t strip now than he’d fail me for my observation. So, I pulled open the buttons on my shirt and got half-naked for the second time in this class.

For the next ten minutes, I was poked and prodded as Simmons instructed me to lift my arms and flex them, and then I had to do the same thing facing away from the audience.

Okay, time to get those pants off so we can look at your leg muscles.

The class and I both looked shocked, but it was only me that had a crimson blush spread to their cheeks as goosebumps traveled up my arms.

Mr. Simmons, I can’t take off my pants, I tried to whisper to him, but my nervous voice still came out too loud, I’m wearing briefs.

Nonsense boy, I’m wearing my white briefs as well, it’s not like any of them care.

I knew they’d care very deeply about mine, but again, I was too worried about the observation to actually use common sense. So, after looking up at the clock that seemed to move at a glacial pace, I began undoing my belt. It felt wrong, and I knew that I should stop, but my hands were moving by themselves now. Pulling the belt open, I began unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. Before I could even have time to brace myself for the humiliation, gravity took over and sent my slacks to the ground.

Stepping out of them, I didn’t even see Jake in the front row nab them with his toe and pull them under his desk. In fact, the next few minutes seemed to be a blur as I flexed and relaxed my quads and calves in front of these students that were supposed to respect me. They never would be able to again now, not after seeing me in my little briefs. The fabric was thankfully not too tight, but there was still nothing left to the imagination. The pair was one of my older ones, and the fabric was getting a little thin in some areas.

As I turned around, I knew that the students were basically already seeing my ass based on the gasps and small pockets of laughter that Simmons was somehow ignoring.

Okay, one of the last muscle groups are the glutes which you probably know by some other names.

I was so thankful to be almost done, but that joy was felt too early. Without any warning, Simmons took the waistband of my underwear and yanked them to rest right under the base of my bubble butt. I’d always been proud of it, but that didn’t mean that I wanted it shown off in the classroom. I tried to think of anything to say to relieve my humiliation, but I couldn’t speak. I just stood there as Simmons rubbed his hands over my exposed ass. With every touch, my ass seemed to jiggle up and down, and it was all caught on video from every angle. To make it worse, when he asked me to flex, I did it without thinking.

I’d been as humiliated as I could be, but it was only about to get worse. Without seeing her raise her hand, I jumped a bit as I heard Melanie in the back begin to speak up.

Mr. Simmons, what about the Apollo’s belt?

The what?

The Apollo’s belt. It was in our book, but you hadn’t mentioned it yet. It said it goes by other names too, but I can’t remember them.

Well, why don’t you come on up and show us what it is?

Of course, Mr. Simmons.

Melanie had always been one of my favorites, and as I racked my brain why, I tried to reason with myself that it wasn’t just because I’d occasionally see her eyeing my body whenever I helped her with her work.

Can I?

Sure, you can touch him.

And she did, her warm fingertips hugging both sides of my waist. She began turning me around to face the class to help her with her demonstration.

So this, she traced her fingers around the V-line of muscles leading down past my waistband, is the Apollo’s belt. It starts at the hip bone and then travels down… to the pubic bone.

Just the mere mention of the word pubic had the students giggling again, but if only they knew what was coming next.

Oh, did you want to fully show off his anatomy so we can all get a better look?

Oh, yes sir!

This time, I was prepared to move into action, but I was too slow. As my hands tried to stop Simmons, he’d hooked a finger into my waistband and began pulling my briefs, my last shred of dignity, to the floor.

As time stood still, I saw everyone staring at my naked body. Sweat started dripping down my forehead as Melanie’s fingers moved in slow motion to outline my pubic bone which was really just an excuse for her to run her hand through the bush above my cock. I was mortified, completely and totally embarrassed.

Thankfully, I was saved by the bell and everyone filed out of the room. Pulling up my briefs, I looked around for my shirt and pants, but they were nowhere to be found. The only thing left in the room was someone’s phone they’d left behind on the desk. As I walked over to get it, I saw in horror that it was my phone. Some student must have nicked my pants and left this. As I opened it up, I saw text message notifications flying in, and my blood ran cold. Pictures of my naked body had been sent to my entire contact list… soon, everyone I knew would have seen me naked.

Hey, thanks so much for helping out.

Looking up, Simmons’ casual tone was the last thing I wanted to hear.

Do you have an extra lab coat or something I can wear? My clothes are missing.

Oh, don’t worry about that- you don’t need to get dressed yet. We still have two classes to go.