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My name is Roger Thompson. I was in my first year as a university professor of mathematics. Although I am married with two young sons, I am a homosexual trying valiantly to live the life of a normal, middle class suburban husband and father, not always happily, nor successfully.

In one of my classes, an evening class, there were several boys whom I could hardly take my eyes off. One of them, a particularly handsome young man named Chip, sat in the front row. He was always on my mind. I often visualized him when I was fucking my wife or when I masturbated. One evening, I noticed that he was sitting there with his hand on his crotch, slowly and almost imperceptively rubbing it. I had my left hand in my pocket as I stood behind the large lectern. I often lectured with my hand in my pocket. As I looked at the young man moving his hand over his bulge, I could feel my penis getting hard. I was wearing no underwear, so it was easy for me to grasp hold of it through my pocket.

I tried not to let it be noticeable, but I began to massage the head of my penis. I could tell, however, that I was unable to keep my arm from moving a little as I stimulated myself, even though my body was completely hidden behind the large lectern. Then I noticed that Chip was smiling at me very slightly in a way that made me sure he knew what I was doing. As I talked on, I was stunned to see Chip slowly unzipping his pants and pulling out his own very hard penis. He continued to stare at me with a slight smile on his face. I thought, "My God! He knows what I'm doing!"

But I was getting hotter and hotter and I couldn't stop massaging the head of my own penis. Hidden under the top of his desk, the boy began stroking his hard-on, as he kept his eyes on me. I dug deeper into my pocket and was able to grab hold of the shaft of my penis. Even though I knew that the movement of my arm could be noticeable to the class, I stroked faster and faster as I continued to lecture. The boy was now beating his rod harder and harder. Then taking a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it under his penis, he began shooting streams of thick white cum into it.

There was no holding back. As I continued to try to sound normal as I talked, my orgasm took hold of me and I could feel my knees become weak. I felt my sperm shooting against my leg, as the cloth pocket became soaked. I was talking throughout my orgasm, but I knew I was out of breath and talking haltingly and strangely as my penis was spewing out my sperm.

Chip wiped off his penis and pushed it back into his pants. I could feel my cum running down my leg. I quickly glanced down and could see a large dark wet area all down the front of my light colored left trouser leg. It was then time for me to step away from the lectern and go to the blackboard to put up some mathematical problems. I was terrified. My mind was spinning. I tried to think of a way I could somehow avoid stepping away from the lectern. But, in the end, there was no way. As I walked to the board, I could hear a few giggles from the class. I was hoping they had thought I had merely peed in my pants. That was bad enough, but for them to know I had masturbated and cum in my pants in front of the class would be worse.

After class, the boy came up to me and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Thompson, that I caused you to become embarrassed. But you and I have kind of a connection now, don't we? Maybe we can do that together in private sometime. By the way, one of your sons is a good friend of mine. And we jerk off together a lot. Maybe you could join us."

I said, "Chip, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mention this to him."

Chip just smiled and walked away.