I am Josh’s sex Ed- teacher; and I’ve noticed Josh’s helplessness in staying focused. I approach Josh to inform him of the problems I see. “Well, hi there —it’s so nice to see you again. Although, I wish we were meeting on better circumstances. Unfortunately, this year is really going sideways for you, isn't it Josh? As a sex-Ed teacher, I notice the men in my class who struggle the most. The men who seem hopelessly distracted in class. And well, you’re really at the very top of that list, aren’t you Josh? All these beautiful women coming to class —spilling out of everything they’re wearing. All blushed and blossomed; glowing and gorgeous. My God, the men in this class can’t focus on a single goddamn thing. The poor things.. they’re…well, they’re distracted to pieces. And, I must say Josh…you look absolutely famished. You poor thing…you must be crying for relief. I see you every day — oozing down the legs of your pants. Oh my god. The women always compliment your pants and they run their hands up the inside of your legs. And by the time class is over, you’re up like a fucking bell-tower. All bristled and frazzled. Stifled — all tall and stout. I’ve noticed your hands too; all beat-red each day.. do you masturbate excessively at home? I certainly believe so. The way you stand up in class — all the way up — it’s like you’re fighting a fence-post in your pants. Creaming yourself silly in class. You must cum like a train when you’re by yourself. Does you?..mmm..do you cum your fucking brains out when you get home? Thinking about all those beautiful women in class..all those naughty, excited thoughts you have about them. Mmmm…Mr. Excited… always so excited. You can barely stand it, you’re up so fucking hard — like a fucking pump shaft. Oh, poor thing —all those beautiful women…spilling out of everything.. they might as well be naked in class. Oh my god, and it’s driving you crazy, isn’t it Josh? And let’s be honest… it’s not like I’m helping the situation at all. The way I dress; and encourage the women in class to tease and distract you. The way I make sure to bend over and talk to you; right to your face. Or how I adjust, or push up, my girls when I talk— watching you struggle. Making sure you struggle. When I throw my hair back, I let my girls show off and boast everything. My girls dance about when I laugh, or just when I talk. Dancing and dancing. You want them to go dancing into your mouth. And you’re obsessed with that idea. You can’t stop imagining me. You want to fuck me, Josh — I can tell. You want to hear my voice calling your name. Have me frolicking and fucking your brains out. Sucking you like a mango-fruit… My flower French-kissing your penis until you cum inside me. You love thinking about that, don’t you Josh? My pussy squeezing your manhood as you ejaculate. Careful where you look Josh…where your eyes linger. You could end up repeating this class next year.