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Hey there! Thanks for checking out my first Literotica submission, I hope you enjoy. This will be an ongoing series containing some of my favorite kinks, notably, light humiliation, DDLB, sock/foot play, and of course, some very passionate and complicated love! Enjoy Chapter One!

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I tap my steel-toe boots against the floor with loud clacks as I look around the lecture hall. Every sound seems to echo in grand fashion, a reverberating sound that reminds me that I am sitting in my first college class, extremely early, waiting to learn human anatomy from an unknown professor. The room could sit hundreds, but aside from me, only three other people sit at different ends of the room. My counselor told me over the phone last night to sit in the front, as you will get noticed more, so I walked in and immediately sat in the second row back. Still, it only heightened my anxiety, as more and more students poured into the room.

I analyze every one carefully, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the stoners. I was always good at reading rooms in high school, but maybe college will be a bit harder... especially with the number of hot guys I've seen so far. High school guys never interested me, the basic looking twinks or jocks with no body hair. I was one of them, yet I always found myself fawning over my teachers and other school staff. Now, all of the students are adults. Some sporting full beards while others are tall enough to tower over me. I feel like every aspect of my being is on display as I admire all of the people around me, and quickly pull my laptop over my crotch to hide my growing boner as the professor walks in.

"Hello class, and welcome to Human Anatomy 101, I will be your professor." The tall yet lanky man says as he begins writing on the chalkboard.

He sports a thin mustache across his upper lip and dark brown hair, his skinny and pale arms glowing under the fluorescent lights as he writes.

"I am Mr. Davies, but you can call me Steven." He says with a comforting smile.

I lean back in my chair, one good professor down it seems! His demeanor displays a fatherly and comforting nature, which eases my anxiety for now. Suddenly, a tall figure stands next to me, casting a shadow down on my booting up laptop. I look up, the man's broad shoulders blocking out the light above. His jawline holds a scruffy black beard, and his body is a mixture of muscle and fat as he sits down next to me, his leather jacket scraping against the seat as he struggles clumsily to set his heavy backpack down. He tries to be discreet and not loud, but his late arrival doesn't go unnoticed.

"My first rule is, if you're gonna come in late, please be discreet." Mr. Davies groans.

Caught red handed, the boy leans back, avoiding the gaze of our brooding yet cheerful professor "Steven" as he opens his laptop. His eyes a dark brown and his fingers shakily typing in his short password and opening up the internet. His hair looks wet, most likely right out of the shower, as dark bags hang under his eyes, contrasting his pale yet chiseled face. He glances over and smiles at me, before glancing down at my crotch and raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, your fly is unzipped." He snickers in a dark and quiet voice.

My eyes widen, but before I can reach down to fix it, a sound erupts from my computer. I jump, startled as the students surrounding me dart their heads in my direction, including the boy next to me. I quickly avert my gaze to a horrifying sight on my laptop. A Pornhub tab wide open on full screen, the two subjects in the shot fucking passionately, kissing and moaning as they hug each other on a red silk bed. The volume set to 62, as I had forgotten to turn it down when I took out my headphones last night, the moaning echoes through the hall as I sit, paralyzed in fear.

"Damn man, already watching porn on the first day?"

"Oh shit we got a faggot on our hands"

The voices around me laugh. I quickly snap back to attention as I make eye contact with the professor and close the tab, lowering the volume to zero as my face turns red. I slouch in my seat, trying to avoid attention, but the deed has been done. Mr. Davies raises his bushy eyebrows, stepping forward and looking at me as the Halkalı travesti class begins to roar with laughter.

"So we have a few class clowns already. Sir, please stand up." He says sternly.

I feel my heart sink as the room around me seems to spin. Now, the attention is on me, and not just in my head. I feel the eyes of hundreds as my professor waits for me to stand, possibly to further humiliate me. I close my eyes, trying to imagine it as a dream, but soon realize that I don't have time to think. I grab my laptop to put it to the side, only to hear the booming voice beside me, now above me.

"I can send you the link if you want." The late arrived boy who sat beside me says.

"You think you're funny do you?" Mr. Davies responds. "Come to the front."

My brain takes a second to register what is happening as the students around us look around confused. Mr. Davies didn't recognize that it was my computer, and now this stranger is taking the fall for me, but why? My heart beats rapidly, watching as the boy steps forward with swagger, his Doc Martens clicking against the wood floor as he steps in front of the hundreds of students in the lecture hall. His tattered jeans flex with his heavy legs, and I watch as his ass jiggles up to the front of the class. Why was this mysterious man taking the blame for me? Why did he sit next to me in the first place?

"Nah, I know I'm funny." The boy smirks, "Just practicing human anatomy."

"Well then, we shall do precisely that. What is your name sir?" Davies responds.

"Daniel Oakland" The boy states casually, his white smile gleaming.

Under the fluorescent lights, I notice a deep scar on his neck, slightly hidden by the leather jacket. Could this be the reason he wore it? He shifts from foot to foot, smiling with confidence despite his shaky and late arrival just a few seconds earlier. I lean back, feeling the heat rise to my face as I make eye contact with him as he smirks, winking with a head nod. My mouth goes dry and my stomach feels queasy. Could he me winking at me?

"Daniel, you know so much, how bout you be our first demonstration?" Davies smiles.

I feel my heart drop to my stomach as the class goes silent with the exception of a few whispers. He can't be doing this? All to take the fall for me?

"Today class, we will examine the human male body. Daniel, remove your shirt."

He looks at the professor with a fire in his eyes, the kind that shouldn't be displayed in front of hundreds of his classmates. With force, he pulls the leather jacket from his arms, exposing his white, tight-fitting t-shirt underneath. His bulging arms almost rip the t-shirt as veins pop out. He throws it to the side, and reaches down to his stomach to pull the shirt up over his head with ease. It sticks to his body as his broad build tightly fits the shirt, finally removing it from his head as he throws it aside also. His body is pale, his stomach and chest big and broad, but not necessarily from muscle or fat. His abdomen is covered in black, combed out body hair, and a line of fur cleanly leads down the middle of his chest, down his stomach, and under his blue jeans.

"Now class, as you can see here, we are examining a very unique human male for his age, as he has developed pretty quickly." Mr. Davies states as he points at the body hair.

The girls in the class snicker while other guys pull out their phones, furthering Daniel's humiliation by recording the "examination". I tremble anxiously in my seat, as the people around me glare, being the only ones to know that he is taking the fall for my silly mistake.

"As we can see here," Davies grabs Daniels nipple "Daniel has pretty small nipples, which is common for a healthy, more muscle built adult male."

"Don't worry, I have other fat parts of me." Daniel quickly retorts as the professor glares.

The class laughs as all eyes are on him, yet, he turns his head and looks at me, as if he's directing his words only towards me. I gnaw on my pencil in fear, wanting to just run out of the room as I feel the bulge in my pants reach its maximum, bopping the laptop up and down.

"Well, then let's see it Mr. Oakland." Steven says with Levent travesti a ridiculing glare.

The class goes silent once again, in shock of the performance happening in front of us. I feel like I'm in a dream, watching the hot guy in class stripping, only targeting his attention towards me. But he won't do it, he can't, right?

As soon as the thought pops into my head, Daniel looks at me with a grin, pulling his teeth back and biting his lip as he fondles his belt buckle. It quickly comes undone and he pulls it from the loops, whipping it to the side as if he is putting on a show. His eyes don't separate from mine, his wet lips begging to say all the words he communicates with his eyes. And without a care in the world, Daniel grabs his waistline and yanks his jeans down, exposing his... tighty whitie underwear?!

The class roars with laughter and screams as Daniel effortlessly tosses his jeans to the side with his socked foot. He now stands in nothing but his white underwear and black Nike socks in front of hundreds of his classmates, without a care in the world. He turns to the professor with a grin across his chiseled, furry jawline.

"Checkmate." He says in his deep, groaning voice.

My dick under my jeans rages violently. Feeling it press against my laptop as I try not to grind into it. I stare in awe at Daniel as he stares back at me. His fur now clearly visible to go down into his tight underwear. His body curves elegantly, his ass wider and his bulge predominantly clear to the class as his dick curves to the right in the compression.

"Awfully cocky for someone who wears tighty whities" The professor giggles.

"I don't need to buy expensive underwear to be sexy, believe me, I know there's at least somebody here who wants this in their face." Daniel says as he continues to stare at me.

My dick can't take it. I squirm in my seat as precum leaks through my underwear and jeans. My asshole tightens as the throbbing in my taint increases, forcing me to grind into my laptop as Daniel smirks at me. He knows what he's doing. But why me?!

"Well, let's see that sexiness then. Class, are you ready to examine the male genital system?" Mr. Davies says with a smile.

I can now see Daniel blushing profusely, he boasts confidence but I can see through to his embarrassment. Why did he do it though? Who signs up to strip naked in front of an audience? Is it just to get my attention?

The class murmurs and cameras flash as Daniel keeps his eyes on only me. The professor stares at him, waiting. We all watch as he dips his thumbs into the waistband of his pristine underwear, like a pool of sexuality that my writhing dick screams to swim in. His hands graze his pubic hairs below as he slowly spins around, his back to the class before he yanks the underwear down. They drop to his black socks, and the class gasps collectively, before finally bursting into rambunctious laughter.

"Holy shit look at that freshman's ass."

"God damn he's got CAKES"

"Bruh I can't believe this is happening"

I stare in awe at Daniel, now completely naked except for his socks in front of the entire roaring class. His back is perfectly centered, his muscles showing more than anywhere on his body there. His tight and smooth skin slopes down to his bubble butt, covered in thick, black hair. He clenches his butt together as he turns his head to the professor, smiling.

"I cannot believe this pussy is hiding." The girl above me hisses.

"Man, you're a fuckin dick." The guy besides me mumbles to me as I sink further.

"So, you ready for the full show?" Daniel yells, with a slight quiver in his voice.

My stomach feels like a pit as my balls get tighter and tighter, watching as the professor raises his eyebrows and nods. I can feel the wet patch in my pants more than ever, and I know that if this keeps going, I may bust. I haven't jerked off in two weeks due to the stress of my freshman year of college, little did I know, I would be getting a strip show on my first day. And with one final breath, Daniel spins on the balls of his feet, exposing himself, completely naked to hundreds.

The sound around me seems to mute as I stare in Şirinevler travesti awe at Daniel. I try to keep my jaw from dropping as I look at his crotch as if time goes into slow-motion. His hands on his hips, he smiles at me as his manhood dangles in front of me. His dick is semi-hard, dangling low but bobbing up and down as the class laughs loudly. His balls hang even lower, bigger than any balls I think I've ever seen before, just below a large patch of trimmed, black pubes. His six-inch dick bounces as he looks at the professor and then looks at me, and I almost lose control.

With one swift motion, he makes eye contact with me and the world seems to stop, the sound around me ignored by my red ears. He winks, and then purses his lips and blows a kiss at me, all while his thick cock bounces up and down in a semi-erection. He shifts from foot to foot again, curling his toes in his black socks as he sighs and brings his arms over his head, exposing his furry armpits in a cocky manner, his slight muscles flexing through bated breath.

"Expected you to be more nervous I guess." The professor groans.

"I guess I enjoy all the attention." Daniel says as he crosses his arms.

My whole-body cringes as I grip my laptop tightly, shoving it down onto my hard cock as I grind into it and precum drips down my leg. It takes all the power in me not to groan as I stare at Daniel. His cock now at full mast, sticking straight up, exposing his hairy, full balls that now are tightening to his crotch. His dick has to be seven to eight inches at full mast, and his cockiness shows it off as if bobs back and forth. He flexes it repeatedly, until a small amount of precum pools at the top of his pink head, and drips down to the floor in a string.

"Yo are you alright?" The girl in front of me asks as I groan.

My entire body trembles as my hairs stand on end. I attempt to resist every muscle in my body, but my lust takes over as I bite my lip and watch the sexual spectacle. I can't cum right now, I can't do this on the first day! I try to close my eyes and imagine something else, but my mind immediately bounces back. And as I open my eyes one last time, the entire world crumbles around me all at once.

Daniel looks down at the string of precum dangling to the floor and grabs his cock head and squeezes, releasing the heavenly liquid from his dick. He shakes it off and giggles as his hard dick bobs, before looking up at me and staring into my eyes.

"Sorry bout that, I guess I'm a bit turned on right now." He says with a grin.

My body loses control. I sit straight up and lurch forward in a desperate, high-pitched moan. My laptop crashes to the floor as the class turns to me, and I look in horror down at my crotch. My unzipped fly that I never closed opens up, and my uncontrollable dick pops out, shooting upwards as students begin to roar around me.

I push my hands into my crotch, pushing my balls and taint in a worthless attempt at stopping the incoming tragedy, but it's too late. I look up and watch Daniel's eyes widen, as I moan and thrust forward. Streams of white cum shoot out of my pulsing red dick and splash onto the seats in front of me. I try to hold back, but it feels so good that it hurts as I open my mouth and scream in a confused mixture of torture and pleasure. Cameras flash and students scream as Daniel stares at me. My eyes rollback as I pull myself downwards, grabbing my dick and allowing the rest of the thick load to pool onto my hands and drop down onto my pants.

The sound around me continues to grow as my eyes stay closed and I try to process what just happened. I feel as though my heartbeat has stopped as I sit in the front row, every eye on me as my cum covered dick sticks straight up for all to see. My body trembles, and my body seems to be taken over by pure humiliation as I shove my dick back in my pants and grab my backpack and laptop.

"Holy shit did that kid just fucking cum?!"

"What the fuck bro these freshmen are wild!"

"I can't stop fucking laughing."

The voices of the lecture hall echo, as I stumble to my feet and run into the aisle and down the stairs, my crotch holding a sizeable stain that drips down my legs as I look down and march out of the laughing hundreds of students. As I began to leave the room, I look up to see Daniel, now putting his underwear back on and seeming to chase after me, but I can't stand to look at him. I flee the classroom, my face beet red as I try to calm myself down.