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Under the Desk

Indigo Elementary was one of the best places in the state to get an education, or so the brochures promised the parents that considered sending their kids there. Here, they were guaranteed a strong education that was years ahead of their peers, and given the room to grow and be the best that they could be. They would not be talked down to, or treated like they were idiots; they would simply be given the chance to work up to whatever their potential was, and considering the entrance exams to the place, that tended to be rather high.

Of course, there were downsides for the students there as well. Being in such a demanding work place meant that they were forced to run while other kids were allowed to walk, at least in the terms of schoolwork. Junior high and even high school level work was crammed down their throats, driving them to learn as fast as they could rather than as well as they could. Mistakes were made, and those that were unable to make the cut were kicked out.

Mathematics, music, history, and literature were presented to the students. Those that were too slow to pick it up were kicked out the same as those that simply washed out. By the sixth year of being enrolled in Indigo Elementary, the very last year that the school was able to hold, the students were either geniuses or train wrecks, and a good bit of them were a mix of both.

However, just because the sixth year was the last year didn't make it the easiest. There was still another subject that was left untouched until they reached sixth grade. Not through the difficulty of the subject, but more due to the state laws that prevented the teachers from bringing it up to any younger age group. With the students already between 11 and 12 years old, they were still treading on thin ice, but with the agreements from parents and guardians signed and delivered, they were covered. Mostly.

After all, it wasn't like Sexual Education was about showing full on porn to the students.

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The television at the front of the classroom was showing porn. Crisp had never seen porn, but based on all the stuff he'd heard from his parents and some of the sixth-years before him, he was pretty sure that was what it was on the screen. After all, what else would have boners and other stuff on TV than porn?

The wolf was just one of the thirty or so students in the room that were staring at the television. He wasn't in the front or the back of the room, just slightly forward of the middle. He stared at the television with the same intensity as the rest of the class, watching as several different species were paraded across the screen, showing off different sized and shaped pieces of anatomy. They were...strange, to say the least, for the young wolf to look at. They looked like things that he should have been seeing in a toy store, not attached to someone's body.

The display of boner after boner, body after body on the television was something that he was not used to. He'd never seen any other penis but his own before, and seeing so many others at once was giving him a lot of weird feelings. It made him a little curious about the other people in his class, and when there was a small break - like when they were waiting for another person to come on for display, or when they were talking about females - Crisp turned to look surreptitiously at some of the other students in class.

Most of them were blushing about as badly as he was. The other guys around had their eyes glued to the screen too, and if they were looking around at some point, they were doing it when he wasn't. A few times, he looked under the desks, his mind unconsciously wondering just what some of his classmates looked like beneath their pants, and if they were as big as the guys that had been put into the video.

Of course, he couldn't really tell. None of them were really reacting to the video down below the waist. Not like him.

Crisp's face burned a little brighter as he looked down at the top of his desk for a moment. It blocked his view of his lower body, but he could feel the front of his pants getting tighter and tighter with each passing moment. It was like the movie was pulling on him down there, making him harder and longer. Oh, he'd had stiffies before, but with the video giving him so much visual stimulation, it was hard to think of anything but dicks. Dicks and boners. Dicks and boners and cum.

And the video had showed a lot of that. Horses, wolves, foxes, cats; all sorts of species kept coming up, having their crotches fondled by professionals - or so the video claimed - until they were big and hard and leaking. Some of the bigger guys got to spooge on camera too, making a huge mess on the floor when the camera turned to look at the puddle that they made. It was amazing, and...and very hot to the little wolf.

He didn't know what to think. He had never heard of this sort of stuff. The video had talked a bit at the beginning about the difference between 'homosexual' and 'heterosexual' relationships, about how some people were attracted to boners and some were attracted to...pussy, he thought the word they used was. But they talked about one like it was normal, and the other as though it was strange but still there, something to be studied.

Considering how hard he was, Crisp was pretty sure that he fell into the latter category.

He slouched deeper into his chair, trying to avoid getting looked at, but even doing that seemed to make him harder. Every little movement pressed the front of his pants tighter against his crotch, and he had to bite his lip to keep quiet. Every time that he had to bite his lip to keep quiet, he turned his head to the side, whipping it from one side of the classroom to the other, looking to see if anyone had turned to look at him. So far, no one had, but each time he came close to moaning, he worried.

It would be so embarrassing, so humiliating if they saw that he was hard while watching this thing. Nobody else was hard; nobody else had a stiffy in their pants that was throbbing hard and begging for their attention non-stop. He swore that there had to be something wrong with him for him to be this hard from this silly little video, but he couldn't think of what it was. Their health classes hadn't covered this sort of thing before; this was the first time that they had covered anything remotely sexual, and right now, he was wishing that they had talked about it before putting a video in.

Crisp squirmed in his desk, shaking his head as a wolf walked on again. This one had a more humanoid shaft than the last one, lacking a knot or a sheath on it. The tip of the cock was rounded with a bit of a helmet look on it, sort of like how his own cock looked, except...bigger. Crisp blushed at the sight, shaking his head a few times and trying to look away from the television, even when his own fascination inevitably drew his gaze back to it.

A feeling of growing wetness in his pants made him blush even harder. He didn't even have to lean back and look to know that he was starting to pre his pants, leaving wet marks in the front and probably oozing a little bit out; the wolf had always been one to leak heavily, ever since he started leaking stuff when he was a year younger. Groaning, Crisp closed his eyes and tried to imagine something else, something that didn't involve boners or tents in his pants or anything about it.

Sadly, all he could think of was the laughter of his fellow students if he actually got seen like this. They would have their mouths open wide in laughter, pointing and giggling at the sight of his boner, at how hard he was from an 'educational' video. The wolf grunted, shaking his head as the images somehow got him even harder than he was before.

He tried everything that he could think of, bringing to mind the disapproving look of the teacher if he found out about what the wolf was doing. Crisp imagined the look of the girls on the other side of school if they happened to see him like this. Hell, he even thought of his best friend in one of the other classes seeing him like this, laughing at how stupid he looked, and how embarrassing that could be.

But no matter what he tried, all the wolf managed to do was get himself harder and harder. Even the most embarrassing mental images somehow managed to get his tent bigger, make his stiffy easier to see. The wet spot on the front was spreading, too, as he got more and more excited. Crisp almost thought that his pants were getting transparent from how much he was leaking, and he had to fight the urge to put his hands in his lap to cover himself up. It might cover him, save him, but then people would wonder why his hands were down there, and he didn't want to look like he was touching himself to the movie.

While the wolf was trying to get himself under control, the teacher - a leopard - picked up the phone on his desk. There was a brief muttered conversation, and then he leaped up from his chair. "Sorry class, be right back; small emergency," the teacher said, and then was out the door and gone before anyone had a chance to ask him any more questions.

As soon as the door closed, the other students started to look away from the video and talk to each other. Crisp hardly heard what they were saying; probably something about what they were learning from the video. It didn't matter to him; the tape was still playing, and he just couldn't look away.

But there was a new thought now; with the other kids distracted from the tape, they would probably start looking around the room, and if they looked long enough - and without the teacher to keep them focused, they would - they would eventually see that he was hard as a rock under the table. And he couldn't bear something like that happening to him.

There was only one thing to do. And he had the perfect excuse for doing it, too.

Working carefully, he surreptitiously pushed his bulge over to the side, hiding it as much as he could, and he tugged his shirt down as far as it would go. It didn't quite cover all of the wet spot, or his tent, but it was enough to keep it a little disguised as long as nobody looked at it for very long. Getting out of his seat, he quick-walked down the aisle towards the media player under the television.

Several of the other students looked at him as he kneeled by the television, and a tabby cat asked, "What are you doing, Crisp?"

"I'm putting it on pause until the teacher gets back. Don't want to get in trouble by watching too far," Crisp said, his face still bright red from all the stuff that they'd seen on it. He wasn't sure that he wanted to get further into this, wasn't sure if he wanted to see the sexual stuff that was probably at the end of the tape, but if they had to, he wanted an adult in the room at the time.

There was no response from the rest of the room, and he let out a small sign of relief. Looked like nobody was wanting to question him on it, at least. Maybe he'd get away with this yet.

He turned around, standing up -

• And caught his shirt on the edge of the table the televison was on. It tugged on him, and knocked him right to the floor. The impact made him yelp, and it got EVERYONE in the class looking at him. His shirt was pulled up, and the impact knocked his bulge free again.

At first, Crisp didn't think that things were so bad. The fall stung, but he thought that he was alright. And then he heard the first little snicker. He rubbed his head as he sat up, looking towards the fox kit that was giggling, and asked, "What?"

"Look at that boner!" the fox said, pointing his finger towards Crisp's crotch. "Geez, how long were you hiding that thing, Crisp? That thing is huge."

The wolf pulled his shirt down, trying to cover himself up, but the damage was done. More than half of the students in the room had already see his boner, and they were giggling and pointing at him as he blushed worse and worse with each passing second. The burning in his face was only equaled by the stirring, twitching, tingling feeling that was growing in his crotch.

Another student, a panda, giggled and reached over to the wolf. Rather than helping Crisp up, he yanked at the shirt, pulling it up and out of the way, making sure that those that hadn't already seen the bulge had a chance to get a good look at it now. So many pairs of eyes were staring right at the throbbing tent in the wolf's pants, and Crisp could never remember being as red as he was right then.

There was no sign of the teacher coming back anytime soon, either, and the students were taking full advantage of that. The closer ones were reaching out, poking at him, while the others further back were just pointing and laughing.

"Geez, what a boner!"

"What the heck was making him do that?"

"Heh, maybe he's one of the homos that the video was talking about!"

"Those weirdos? Is that what weirdos do, get hard all the time?"

Everything they said, things that should have made him start going soft, were instead getting him harder and harder. Little shivers went down Crisp's spine, and he unconsciously bucked his hips forward slightly, rubbing the tip of his tented pants against fingers that were pointing at it, poking at it. He could feel his pants getting soaked inside, his pre running free, and he could see part of his tent even more clearly now that the soaked pants were getting a little transparent. He couldn't stop blushing, but he couldn't say a thing to make them stop either.

The panda laughed, pointing at his cock. "Look at him, he's twitching just like the guys on the video!"

"Oh, is he gonna spooge?"

"Oh come on, no one can do that without touching themselves!"

"He looks like he's gonna be the first."

"Go on, weirdo!"

"Don't you mean homo?"

"Yeah, weirdo homo, spooge!"

"Spooge!"

"Spooge!"

"Spooge!"

The entire class was shouting for him to do it by this point, and with all the pokes, all the laughter, all the teasing, there was no way that Crisp could hold himself back. The wolf moaned loudly, his face redder than his shoes as he came in his pants. White goo pushed through the cloth, and the wet spot spread enormously through his pants, covering his entire tent.

Everyone exploded with laughter at the sight, pointing at him if they could, and some were falling off of their desks and rolling around on the ground at the - to them - hilarious sight.

"Man, what a freak!"

"I guess he's a homo after all."

Crisp didn't know what to think; all he knew was that he had just spooged himself harder than he could ever remember doing. There had to be more cum in his pants than in any of the orgasms that the video had shown them, except for maybe the horse's one. He looked down at himself, his face red, and shook his head. He'd have to think about it later; he was...he was too confused right now to make any sense of anything.

Slipping around some of the other students, the wolf sat down at his desk again just as the teacher came in. All of the other students immediately shut up and got back in their desks, and the leopard arched an eyebrow. "Did I miss something?"

"No sir," the class chorused back.

"...Alright." He walked over to the television, and then looked back at them. "Let's continue where we left off." He pushed the play button, starting the video going again, before going to his desk and sitting down again.

As the video played, showing things off again, Crisp groaned. He could already feel his tent rising again. This was going to be a loooong lesson.