[Story] The Gym Teacher

In college I had to take a 1 hour Leisure skills class, so I just chose the first one, “General Athletic Activities” which was basically just your standard high school gym class, but in college. It was mostly uneventful, except for the one day we played dodgeball. The instructor for that particular class was Coach Sarah, easily the hottest of all the instructors we had, standing at about 5’10” long legs with tanned white skin, dirty blonde hair and solid D cups. after about our second or third game, I rushed up to the line, and got blindsided to a dodgeball to the nutsack. After the whole room reacted, coach Sarah made a b-line towards me, rushing to help me off. She said to the class, “I’m gonna take TotallyNotJared to my office for first aid, you all remember to put the equipment away after the class is over.”

When we got to her office, she had me lie down on the couch and then she grabbed an ice pack, pulled up a chair and held the ice pack to my crotch. The interrogation began then.

“How do you feel, NotJared?”

“It hurts so bad “, I respond

“Did you feel anything burst?”

“Uhh no I don’t think so”

“Is there any bruising on your testicles?”

I didn’t know. “Uhh I havent seen them yet I cant tell.

“Good point”, she shoots back, “I’ll have to inspect them for you.”

I was visibly shook by this command. “Uhh are you sure?”

“Yes, this college can’t afford a liability, I need to know I did everything in my power to ensure that your testicles aren’t damaged”

It didn’t seem like I had a choice. I took off my sneakers began to pull down my basketball shorts, with the intention of leaving my boxers on. But I was cut off,

“The boxers too, taking off just the shorts does me no good if I’m checking for bruising”

Fair enough. With my stomach still aching, I nervously dropped my boxers with Coach Sarah still staring me down. As I exposed my cock and balls, her serious demeanor momentarily broke, letting out a snicker.

“Um, wow, it must have been a pretty accurate throw to hit such a small target.” She let out a reflexive thought.

My pride now hurting as much as my balls, I presented them to coach Sarah for inspection. She lifted my sack up and moving around my dick, looking for signs of damage.

“Well the good news is I don’t see any bruising...”

But the examination continued. The more her soft hands continued to handled my privates, the more I dreaded the erection that was stirring. It wasn’t long before my cock had quickly sprung to life.

“Wait what is that...? Jesus fucking christ is that a hard on? Seriously? I’m trying to do my job to make sure you’re okay, and all you can think about is getting your little dick stiff?”

She quickly lost her temper, I tried to de-escalate the situation to no avail. “No its.. um an accident. I’m sorry-“

“You’re about to be sorry. You probably faked getting hit by that ball so that I would take a look at your pathetic little dick. Fine. you want to injure your balls in gym class? Let’s do it”

I attempted to explain the situation as coach Sarah put down the ice pack and stood me up. Before I could utter a word I felt her right knee swinging into my balls. Her arms prevented me from hunching forward.

“There. Happy now?”

She let go of my shoulders, I slowly begin to fall forward, but not before she managed to swing the point of her sneaker into my nutsack.

“I have **had it** with you horny college boys bending over backwards to show me your four and a half inches.” She said as I fell to the ground, hands covering my crotch, she puts part of her weight on me with her right foot perched on my back.

“Although in your case that’s probably just 4 inches even.”

As bad as my balls were hurting, I was relieved to have reason to think it was over, as she helped me back up to lie down on the couch. However, I was surprised to see her sliding her shorts off and then sit on me, straddling my stomach, facing my crotch. I could see nothing but her plump ass cheeks, separated by a meager thong. I felt a thumb and two fingers stroking on my dick and another hand gently massaging my balls.

“Is this what you think I’m gonna do? Stroke your tiny pecker until you spill a teaspoon of spunk?”

She continued to stroke until I was moments away from cumming. My cock began to twitch and my balls retracted. Just then I felt her hands let go. She edged me just a second before I would cum, and then I felt her fist slam into my balls, forcing out a few drops of precum.

“**Not** gonna happen.”

She stood up off me, taking off her shirt and then her bra as I stay rolling in pain. Now completely naked, barring her sneakers, thing, and whistle, she sat back on top of me, this time straddling my legs with her face, and perky tits, facing me. She gentles slides one finger down the shaft of my rock hard penis.

“I know how bad you want me to make you cum, NotJared” she whispers softly. She works her way down to massaging my tender nuts.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all semester.” She slightly tightens her grips on my sack.

“And I want you to know how hot and wet it makes me feel...” Her grips tightens into be a vice

“...to know that will **never** happen!” She immediately let go in then punched my sack with her other hand. I try to cover up my junk from further abuse, but I’m stopped by her tying a hair tie around my balls, forcing them upward. She then leans over to grab the hard blue ice pack she put on my crotch earlier.

“I can’t believe I wasted my time giving this to you.” She said before slamming the hard pack into my tied up, defenseless nuts. I let out a pained grunt. Coach Sarah worked one more punch on my tied up sack before removing the hair tie. Having had her fun, she helped me up and handed me my clothes.

“I have to fail you for this, TotallyNotJared” she proclaimed, adding insult to injury.

“The only way I can let you pass is if you stop by my office again so we can do some ‘extra credit,” She said with air quotes before getting in one last swing of her long, tanned leg at my groin.

I put on my clothes and headed out for the day. Unsure of exactly what just transpired. I was only sure of one thing: I was going to get an A in this class.