Human Anatomy 101

Title: Human Anatomy 101
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Toby felt butterflies in his stomach as he walked into the classroom. About half the seats had been filled so far, and other students slowly filed in. Toby wasn't sure what to do. Should he sit? Stand in front? After hesitating for a few moments, he made his way over to the far corner, at the front of the room, where the professor was sitting at her desk reviewing some papers.

He knew her well – this was Mrs. Johnson, head of the college's Science department. She regularly taught this class, "Human Anatomy 101". Toby had her for this class, as well as several others. Though not much on the hard sciences, he'd had to take several of her courses as part of his general education requirements.

As he approached the desk, Mrs. Johnson looked up from her papers, and greeted Toby with a warm smile. "Hi", she said, "I'm glad you decided to participate". Toby wasn't sure what to say – in fact he wasn't prepared for what he thought he was about to endure. He stood there for a minute fidgeting, and then mumbled a "hello".

"Class will start shortly, Toby", Mrs. Johnson said pleasantly. "Why don't you sit over there while you wait", as she pointed to an armless wooden chair near the blackboard at the front of the room. It was a tall chair, like you might find at a bar.

Toby shrugged, slowly walked across the front of the classroom, and hoisted himself up to sit in the chair. He sat nervously watching the last of the students enter the room and find their seats.

As he glanced around the room, Toby felt a bit of relief as he saw he didn't recognize any of the students. This was a first year class, and although he knew, or at least recognized most students on campus, he didn't have much direct contact with freshmen. This class was filled with 20-25 students, a mix of guys and girls.

Toby wasn't sure exactly what was in store for him, but had a bad feeling about it. His discussion with the Dean of Students about participating in this program left him with more questions than answers. The dean had been cagy in his description. All Toby really knew was that he was required to provide a "demonstration" for the class. He figured as the professor conducted the lecture, he might ask him to strike certain poses, or maybe lift his shirt to show certain muscles, or something like that.

Finally, Mrs. Johnson pushed back her chair, cleared her throat, and addressed the class, slowly walking to the front and center of the room. A hush came over the room as the students sat expectantly. They had been told this would be a "special" session of their Anatomy class, but didn't know quite what to expect. Several of them glanced over at Toby, wondering what part he'd play.

Mrs. Johnson began, "as we discussed in our last class, we'll have some live demonstrations to reinforce our learnings in this class". There's nothing like being able to see, and touch, the real thing to really drive the point home.

As Toby listened to Mrs. Johnson, and her reference to "touch", panic began to well up inside him. Just what did she mean by "touch"? What had he gotten himself into?

Mrs. Johnson continued. As you know, in the last few sessions, we covered the major muscle groups. Today I'll point them out to you on our live model, and you'll have the chance to get a better understanding of how they work. We'll also go on to some of the main functional systems of the body – today we'll start with reproductive organs.

Toby's anxiety level continued to rise. Just as he began to digest the impact of Mrs. Johnson's comments, she turned to him. Toby, I'd like you to get ready so we can proceed through the class without interruption. Toby wasn't sure what she meant by "get ready", but she went on. I'd like you to disrobe now. Then we can start with the demonstrations."

Now Toby really paniced. "Disrobe?" He expected maybe a few glimpses of his arms, or his torso – but UNDRESS?

Seeing his lack of response, Mrs. Johnson went on. "Please take off all your clothes and hang them in the closet", pointing to a closet at the rear of the classroom. "Then you can come back and sit and wait until we need you."

Toby sat for a minute and weighed his options. The dean had been very clear about one thing – either he cooperate fully, or he wouldn't graduate this year. So he didn't really have a choice; he needed to do as Mrs. Johnson asked, or the last three years of college were for nothing.

Mrs. Johnson looked at Toby rather sharply. "Toby, is there a problem?" "Umm, no", Toby mumbled." He stood up from the stool and looked around the room – then back at Mrs. Johnson – and then back at the class. The students, too, were a little shocked to hear Mrs. Johnson's request. She had told them this would be a special class, but they had no idea it would be *this* special. After all, guys that looked like Toby were pretty rare. And most of them at least recognized his name, if not his face, so they knew what a popular athlete he was at the school. They couldn't believe he was about to strip naked for them right there in the classroom.

Toby knew he had to obey Mrs. Johnson, so he began slowly. He was wearing a pair of Levis and a t-shirt, white socks, and tennis shoes. He slowly peeled the t-shirt off and lifted it over his head. There were murmurs throughout the room as the girls saw his well shaped physique suddenly on display. They'd never seen such a thing right in a classroom!

Next, Toby kneeled down and untied the laces of his tennis shoes. He moved very slowly, as if to postpone the inevitable. He stood up, and kicked off the shoes, and leaned over again and pulled off his socks, one by one.

Here he paused again. Did he *really* need to strip completely naked in front of the class? He gave Mrs. Johnson a look of pleading –please don't make me do this. But she stood silently and expectantly.

Toby relented, and began unbuttoning his jeans. Lowering the zipper, he then slowly pushed the jeans down, and then lifting one leg at a time, removed them completely, and set them on the stool with his t-shirt.

There he was, standing in front of the class, wearing nothing but a pair of "tighty whiteys". He could feel the flush of embarrassment rising through his face.

Realizing he had no choice, he went for the last vestiges of modesty. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, leaned over, and pulled them off.

He stood up slowly, feeling his face turn a deep crimson. All eyes in the room were on him. He could see the girls – and even the guys –eyeing him up and town. As he stood there, he began to feel a stirring. He'd always been easily aroused. But NO! He couldn't let that happen here – not now!

But Toby wasn't able to will it away. As he stood there, he could feel his ample cut penis being to fill out, and slowly rise. Before long, it jutted obscenely out in front of him. There were a few snickers from the guys in the room. The girls sat their with their mouths agape, unable to believe what they were seeing. Not only was this incredibly fit upper classman standing there, completely naked, in their class – but he had a woody too!

Finally, Mrs. Johnson spoke again. "Toby, please put your clothes away in the closet."

Toby gathered up his clothes from the stool, and headed for the back of the room. It was incredibly embarrassing to not just be naked, but to now have to walk through the full class in this state. He made his way toward the closet, face still deep red, his hard penis bobbing in front of him. As he went down the aisle, the students on either side got a good close-up view of his entire body. All eyes followed his progress toward the closet.

When he reached the closet, Toby carefully hung his clothes – the door was already open. He then closed the door. As the door latched, it made a loud click – and he noticed there was no key. Somehow he knew his clothes had just been locked inside. This point was not lost on Mrs. Johnson either. She knew the door was locked – but this was all part of her master plan to keep senior stud naked for the rest of the day.

Toby turned around and walked toward the front of the class. As he neared the stool, Mrs. Johnson spoke again. "Oh dear, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce you to the class!" "Class," she said", "this is Toby Smith. He's going conduct demos for us for the rest of the semester". "Now, Toby, I'd like you to go around the room and introduce yourself to each class member, and each student will do the same with you."

Face still red, Toby made his way down the first aisle. As he approached each student, he paused, turned to them, and said, "hi, I'm Toby". Each student shook his hand, and told him their name.

It took a bit of time for Toby to make the rounds through the class. He felt completely humiliated to be made to walk completely naked through the class this way. Worse yet, his arousal had not subsided. In fact, he couldn't remember ever having been harder. His erect penis bobbed about and pointed at each student at eye level as he faced them. He felt painfully aware that each student, even the guys, gave it a good close-up look before looking him in the face and shaking his hand. He never could have imagined being so totally exposed. It was a complete embarrassment.

When he had introduced himself to the last student, he walked up to the front of the room, and sat in the stool. He sat facing the class – his crotch at eye level, as he sat on the stool. His still erect penis pointed out at them, raised above his legs, with his balls on full display. What humiliation!

"Thank you, Toby", said Mrs. Johnson. "Class, as you can see, Toby is a fine example of the male form." She then went on to review material presented in previous classes. After a while, she turned to Toby again and asked, "Toby, would you come stand over here please?" She pointed to a small footstool at the center of the room in front of the students.

By now his arousal had subsided. But his penis still wasn't fully contracted. It was, as he would say, in a "semi". As he stood up and walked over to the foot stool, it swung heavily from side to side. Once again, he was the center of attention.

As he stepped up onto the stool, Mrs. Johnson turned to him. "Now I'm going to give you all an overview of what we've covered, and point to the relevant parts of Toby's body". She then reviewed the major muscle groups. As she mentioned each one, she put one hand on Toby's shoulder, and with the other gently caressed the area under discussion. First the pectorals – then the abdomen – then skipping to the thighs. Using both hands to pivot Toby on the stool, she turned him so he now stood with his back to the class. She then repeated the same routine, pointing out the muscle groups in the back, the buttocks, and finally the legs.

Finally, she again turned Toby around, so he was once again facing the class. Toby quivered as he turned again, realizing his softened penis had once again fully hardened from being touched all over – especially in front of the class!

"Oh, good", she exclaimed, as she looked at his erect penis. "That's the one final area we'll talk about today – the male reproductive organs." With that, she reached down, and firmly grabbed Toby's hard penis. Toby gasped at the touch. A series of giggles were heard throughout the room. She gently massaged his hard penis as she described its various parts to the class. Then, holding it up with one hand, she did the same with his testicles. She manipulated them gently with the other hand, moving them from side to side as she explained their function to the class.

"Now, class, I'd like you to all really get the feel for these body parts". "You'll need to be able to explain them in detail on your exam next week." Toby bristled at Mrs. Johnson's comments. Just what

did she mean by "get the feel"?

Mrs. Toby then instructed the class members to form a line, and one by one, perform a close up examination of Toby's genitals. The students looked back at her, unsure how to respond to this unusual request from their teacher. "Come along now, don't be bashful!". Slowly the students stood and formed a line. As the first student came forward, Mrs. Johnson demonstrated. She again took Toby's penis in her hand, and slowly massaged its length. While still holding his penis, she took his balls in her other hand, gently massaging them. "See," she pointed out, "this is how you can really get the feel for how these organs are formed". "Don't be afraid to touch any part of Toby, so you can really understand not only the sexual organs, but the various muscle groups."

One by one, the students came forward and repeated Mrs. Johnson's actions. Toby felt himself quiver with each touch. He'd never experienced, or even imagined, such blatant humiliation – being touched in his most intimate areas by students in a class. A few of the students took Mrs. Johnson at her word – and took extra time to slowly caress Toby's chest, his well developed shoulders and arms, his back, and then down his legs –starting in his groin, and reaching down to his feet.

Toby heaved a sigh of relief when the students had finished. He had never experienced anything so embarrassing in his life! Naked  and totally erect – and touched all over by his teacher by a class of curious students. He gladly retreated to sit on the tall stool, which even though still had him on full display, felt safe by comparison.

"That's all for today, class", said Mrs. Johnson. She went on to explain what to expect in the next lesson. Turning to Toby, she said, "please report now to Mrs. Bixby's class. She teaches Women's Studies to the Senior Class, and today will be reviewing male sexuality."

Toby could not believe his ears. It had been bad enough being naked, and inspected, by a group of freshmen. But now he was to repeat this in front of a group of girls he knew? He knew his girlfriend, and a number of her friends, were in that class. How could he possibly face them like this?

He headed for the closet to get his clothes. Mrs. Johnson saw this and called out, "No, Toby, you won't be needing those!" Toby was stunned! Was he now expected to walk through the school halls in the nude? He turned to Mrs. Johnson, and said in a low voice, "huh? How will I get to Mrs. Bixby's class?"

Mrs. Johnson then commanded him, "just go as you are. You won't be needing your clothes for the rest of the day. Come see me after all your classes are finished."

By now most of the class member had filed out into the hall on their way to their next class. Toby stood still for a moment, wondering what to do. Finally he realized he didn't have an option, and headed cautiously for the door, and out into the hall.

The hall was full of other students headed to their classes. Toby recognized many of them. As they saw him enter the hall, stark naked, the reactions were mixed. There was some laughter, some indifference, and several students just stopped and stared. They couldn't believe what they were seeing!

After a moment, as Toby started making his way through the crowd to Mrs. Bixby's class, several of his classmates passed by. They stopped and laughed. "Hey, Toby, what are you doing?" they called out. Toby tried to ignore them and just keep walking. He was just too embarrassed to face them like this.

Sure, they had seen him naked in the locker room, but never like this. Here he was, in a busy school hallway, walking along completely naked, with his heavy cock partially aroused and swinging between his legs.

His classmates, Dave, John, and Kevin, made their way over to him. "Hey, what's up?" they asked. Toby looked down and just mumbled, "I'm going to class". They looked at each other, wondering what to say. Finally, Dave said, "ok, whatever floats your boat guy". With that, he and the other two headed off to their own class. Toby continued to make his way down the hall, pushing his way through the growing crowd.