The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 6 (Finale)

After Mr. Ryan suffered yet another embarrassing setback as Ms. Skinner's art model, he just has to keep his head down and make it to the end of the year. It's calm for a bit, but read the finale below to see the students end the year with a bang...

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When I’d come to school the next day after being a model for the art class, I was placed in a different science classroom to finish out the semester. I was placed with the oldest students now, the second-year junior college students. They were too preoccupied with going to a real university next year that they laughed off my embarrassment with me.

Everything was going great- I stopped running into my former students in the hallway, and I was able to actually learn from my mentor teacher who quickly wrote me a recommendation letter. About a week before the end of term, I was called back into Ms. Grander’s office, but I was less nervous this time.

I have another favor to ask you, but again, you can’t really say no.

I-

Don’t worry- you’re keeping your clothes on for this. In fact, you’ll be adding more. Our school’s end of the year pep rally is approaching, and we like to playfully prank our student teachers by making them wear the mascot costume. All you have to do is run out, flex your bear arms, and then head out.

Sure- this one I can actually do!

Cornily enough, I’d been my mascot back in high school- we were the Spartans, and I liked being the muscle man in felt green armor. Unless the gloves slipped a little, I didn’t show an inch of my skin, and I got to be someone else for the day.

Ms. Grander was only wrong about one thing. I definitely wouldn’t be wearing clothes in that sweat suit. Especially not if it had fur.

Pep Rally Day:

One more week passed, and I was finally ready for my last day. All I had to do was cover the first three blocks of classes before we went to the pep rally after lunch. I’d brought a salad today, and after throwing away my trash, I sneaked out of the teacher’s lounge and headed to the gym’s locker room. It was empty except for the large bear suit hanging up on an open locker. It was wearing a basketball jersey and nothing else. Seemed fitting for me after everything I’d gone through…

Stripping out of my shirt, I hung it on the hook in the open locker and then placed my shoes inside followed by my socks. Looking behind me one last time, I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. I was wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxers, but I stepped into the bear suit to cover me up as I heard the sounds of the marching band playing next door. I reached behind me for the zipper, but instead, I had to slowly secure the velcro strips along the right side. Then, for the finishing touch, I plopped the bear head on top of mine and walked outside.

I was under the bleachers, and not even the thick mascot head could deaden the familiar sounds of a raucous school assembly. Up ahead, the PE coach was gesturing for me, and right as I got there, she pushed me forward. The band was playing the fight song, and I ran out to uproarious applause. Flexing my arms, I posed a bit before stepping to the side as the student body president walked on stage to say a few words.

Already seeing summer vacation in my eyes, I zoned out until I heard her announcing a video presentation up on the screen behind her. I was expecting to see some clip show with a cheesy song, but instead, I reacted in horror as the video began. Because instead of clips of the students, it was all about me.

The slideshow moved quickly, and I’m assuming whoever made it was expecting some principal to rush on stage and shut it down. All of the photos from my anatomy lesson flipped by on screen until my fully naked body was projected for the hundreds of stunned college students around me. I thought that was it, but then, the photos from art class came up, including some that I hadn’t even seen taken. There were pictures of my hard cock now, and the laughter just got louder. And then, the worst thing appeared.

The slideshow transitioned onto a dark screen, and I thought it was over, but the humiliation was really just beginning. As my eyes adjusted, I saw my own naked body again on screen, and I unfortunately knew exactly where this was taken even if I’d never seen it before. It was me standing in Skinner’s office after her class was over, and Marcus was probably right below the camera.

He’d walked me into the office and knelt down in front of my still hard cock. Even thinking about it now had me growing harder in my bear suit…

I could remember the feeling of him wrapping his mouth around my shaft, and it wasn’t long before that orgasm was rearing its head again.

I’m going to cum!

He’d pulled back, and I took my own cock into my hands, leaning back as I jerked myself past the point of no return.

As the PE teacher finally bounded on stage to try and shut it off, everyone else watched as my body trembled as I came in forceful bursts right near the camera. Pumping my cock in my hand, I shot out my seed right towards Marcus’s still unseen face. As I breathed in ragged breaths and moaned loud enough for the camera to pick up, the video went black, replaced again by a view of the gym.

Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Ryan!

Shit! The camera was aimed at me now, and I saw two guys from Simmons’ class running up behind me on the video screen. Before I could react, one of them had his arms wrapped around the mascot head, and the other was ripping off the Velcro. In seconds, they were done, and I watched in slow motion, as my sweaty body came into view on the giant screen. My blushing face watched the fur fall, and the waistband of my boxers came into view before disappearing again. As the suit fell, it snagged my boxers, and for the last time, I was exposed… just at a much larger scale.

The entire gym, all the junior college students and teachers, was now enjoying an uninhibited view of my exposed body which was dripping in sweat. My dark hair was matted down over my forehead, and my muscles looked more defined under my olive skin as they strained to run out of this school and never look back.

My fight or flight finally kicked in, and as I tried to run, I noticed a foot on the suit to keep me from bolting. Dropping my hands from my crotch, I leaned down to pull my feet free, and I heard more gasps. I couldn’t even waste time to look up, but everyone else was seeing me leaned over with my ass directly towards the camera.

My cheeks were spread open, and my pink hole was open for everyone to see. Between my legs, my balls dangled to and fro in front of my still hard dick. I willed myself to go soft, but it wasn’t budging. As one foot was freed, I motivated myself to get the other one out. Finally, I was good to go, and as hands grabbed at me, my sweat covered body slipped free.

Running towards the locker room, I was met with a wall of resistance, and I knew I had to find another way. Frantically, I looked for other exits, but I knew what I had to do, and I didn’t like it. At the top of the gym, there was an entire wall of open doorways to easily get everyone in. The only way up there was to get through the bleachers though.

So, with a deep breath, I abruptly changed course and bounded up the bleachers. As my cock slapped against each leg, I took the steps two at a time as hands reached out to caress my legs. The students near the top had more time to prepare, and they stood up to grope my chest and cock. One finger even slipped right between my ass cheeks before I made it to the top.

Stunned teachers stood by as they contemplated whether they could be next, and no one stopped me. Bursting through the doorway, I was in the empty hallway now. I had time to catch my breath as I decided whether it was worth it to head back to grab my clothes from the locker room, but I realized it wouldn’t be. I had left my school bag in the car at lunch, so everything I needed was there.

So, I ran again, fleeing through the lobby before the other grades were aware I was here. My bare feet slapped against the hot parking lot as I made my way to my car, and finally, after grabbing the spare key under the hood, I was on my own. As my breath caught in my throat, I started driving away before anything else could happen.

Three months later:

You’re hired! Welcome to the team, Joseph.

Smiling at my new principal, I shook his hand before he led me to my classroom. It took some getting used to going by my middle name now instead of Andrew, but it had to be done. My photos had become famous locally, but after applying to schools across the country, I’d left that behind me.

I’d weathered more than most student teachers ever encountered, and I knew I could now handle anything from here on out…