Your classes this morning are segregated - this Math class is for men only. You go to sit in your usual seat, next to Micky and Matt, and the ghetto on the other
side of the room where Drey and his cronies sit back. They are chuckling at you at you pass, and you hear Drey call out. "Is you still tired Morgan? Remember it'll
be two inches for ev'ry yawn this class".
The rest of his gang titters.No-one else can understand what he's on about. It's probably another one of his coded insults. No skin off your nose.
Mr Ross, your Math instructor, starts droning on about algebra and you feel your concentration start to wane. Watching Micky stretch in tiredness, you
involuntarily yawn three times in rapid succession. You are suddenly aware of a tightness in your boxers. It's probably the way you're sitting, as you can feel your
cock has slipped out of the left hand side. Unfortunately you can't reach down to adjust it, this being the middle of class.
Mr Ross is talking mainly to the other side of the class, so you slide back in your chair and yawn again twice. It must be the effect of changing your sitting position,
for you can clearly feel your cockhead on the middle of your left thigh. Your instructor moves back over to your side of the class and asks Matt a question. Seeing
that Matt answers promptly, as usual, he turns back to question Drey's gang. You look over to see them and notice that they are all yawning while looking back at
you. It's enough to start you on a yawning fit. You sit up quickly though, as Mr Ross comes back and asks you to work through a problem he has written on the
board. As you sit straight while he stares at you, you feel your cockhead brushing your leg below your left knee. You're not the only one who's tired here, since
you see even Mr Ross stifle a yawn as he listens to your solution to the algebra problem. This starts you yawning again. When you stop yawning, you happen to
look down to your shoes. You cannot believe it - our cock appears to be hanging two inches from the bottom of your pants! Hoping no-one notices, you reach
down, ostensibly to tie your shoelaces, but really to stuff your cock into the top of your left sock. The friction with the insides of your pants is enough to convince
you that your cock has lengthened by at least three feet, and it's still soft.
Just then there is a knock on the classroom door. Who is it?