This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is unintentional and unlikely.
Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment
Aiden sighed.
Aiden rolled his eyes, realised he was slouching, sat up straight, put his elbows on the desk and propped his head up. It was the only way he was going to stay awake.
Fuck, he was bored!
It was a Friday afternoon and Aiden was in a spacious lecture theatre with north of eighty classmates. Lecture Theatre 001 had a capacity closer to three hundred but there wasn't three hundred people studying the elective module that Aiden (and others) had subjected himself to. Aiden was studying Multimedia and Journalism. The elective course was Social Media Trends in the 21ST Century.
This week, Social Media Trends in the 21ST Century involved watching more video clips submitted by his classmates. Everyone had been assigned the task of recording a short video clip like one would find on Instagram, TikTok, YouTube etc. This was the second class dedicated to the assignment.
The quality of submissions was... varied... Cat videos, stunts, juggling, videogame tutorials, movie reviews, workouts and even cooking. One person submitted a video of themselves eating three Mars bars, a tuna sandwich and a giant pretzel.
They ate the tuna sandwich after the chocolate which is just madness!
There was quiet chatter all the time, some of it relevant to the video clips, most of it relevant to what they would do after class; which bar, pub or club friends would visit go to and so on. Consistently, with enviable persistence, each clip was introduced with some enthusiasm by their lecturer, Mr Jackson.
"Now, we have a very enthusiastic dog owner whose pet, Monty, has learned how to..."
"Who wants to learn how to make meringues? Watch this..."
"Who would have thought a hamster could do such incredible things! Let's see what..."
"I like Call of Duty as much as the next person but we could have done without all the fucking swearing..."
"If you haven't seen Sonic the Hedgehog 2, spoiler alert..."
After the first class, Mr Jackson set aside the final thirty to forty minutes to discuss the most interesting clip. They discussed how the clip had been staged, scripted, filmed, edited and so on.
Aiden looked up at the screen at the front of the lecture theatre. It was like a cinema screen and whoever had submitted the latest clip had created a funny and irreverent spoof advertisement about constipation complete with before and after scenes of bike riding.
Aiden laughed along with everyone else and it was obvious this would be the highlight of the lesson. Chatter in the classroom redoubled as the nearly ninety students expressed their admiration of the best clip they'd watched all afternoon. The lecture would move onto the final discussion in the next few minutes, which had been lively and enthusiastic last time, and Aiden reluctantly started thinking of something he could say if called to comment.
Aiden put his head down to think, half listening to Mr Jackson introduce the next video clip.
"The next submission was a big surprise," Mr Jackson admitted. "We should all applaud the bravery of reproducing content that has become increasingly popular of late on social media."
The gossiping, laughing, murmuring and chit chat faded into an eerie quiet that Aiden didn't notice right away. Suddenly Aiden was aware of being watched but not in the paranoid sense where one has to look around to see who's looking.
Everyone was looking at him!
Aiden looked left and right, back and forward but almost everyone seemed to be looking at him and then looking to the front of the room. Aiden turned his eyes to the massive screen at the front of the lecture theatre and, to his horror, he saw himself projected.
He was totally naked.
He was fully erect.
And he was masturbating.
Aiden was too shocked and mortified to take it all in. Aiden liked recording himself but had never been brave enough to share them with anyone. He must have accidentally submitted it instead of his intended performance which was substantially less intimate, humiliating or permanently exposing.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard," Aiden said on screen
Aiden wanted to die from the mortification of nearly ninety of his peers watching him as he jerked off. Aiden was a handsome nineteen-year-old lad – dark hair, slightly curly on top but short on the sides; dark eyebrows and eyes, fair skin and an athletic physique. Aiden enjoyed football but, unlike some of his mates, never indulged in the delusion that he could make it professionally. Aiden settled for looking at Christiano Ronaldo instead of imagining playing alongside him for Man U, who obviously sucked anyway.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me," Aiden bleated.
Aiden hated the explicitness of his actions and the sound of his dialogue.
On screen, Aiden was fingering himself and it was just shameful to think everyone was watching such an intimate moment. He had never meant to share it! He could have made money from this on Onlyfans and now he was exposing himself to his class for free.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..." Aiden heard his own voice pipe from the speakers.
Aiden cringed at the thought of everyone watching him spunk all over himself. His naked body exposed – adored or criticised, it didn't really matter. Aiden didn't want people to watch him ejaculate.
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
Gouts of sperm shot from his cock and there were some shocked faces and groans as the whole lecture theatre witnessed him blast his body with jizz. It landed on his face and chin for fuck's sake. Aiden could tell everyone had enjoyed his debasement, secretly glad it wasn't them and wondering why he had chosen this clip and laughing that it might have been an accidental assignment submission. His classmates couldn't stop looking round at him too – sitting near the back of the lecture theatre and dying of embarrassment.
"Holy fucking shit!" Aiden's voice concluded.
"I think that's the last clip of the day, folks," Mr Jackson announced to the stunned class of silent students.
The clip had ended and froze on the image of Aiden, legs open and balls exposed and hard-on lying like a fallen spear on his abdomen (with a pool of goo around it). Couldn't Mr Jackson at least close the screen?
"Like last time, we will discuss one clip in detail. Does anyone have a particular submission they would like to see again?" Mr Jackson asked.
The advertisement parody had been a highlight until Aiden's video and now it seemed inevitable he would need to sit through more than half an hour of them talking about him. Aiden wished he had double checked the attachment before sending. How could he be so fucking stupid?
"Aiden's!"
"This one sir."
"Play it again."
"You all want to see the X-rated clip again?" Mr Jackson asked. "Not Cameron's cat clip? Not the workout video from Walter?"
"This one was great sir."
"Yea, we'll learn a lot by discussing explicit social media content."
"Such a relevant 21ST century subject."
"Plus, we can see his cock again."
"Now, now," Mr Jackson admonished gravely. "I don't want anyone to be immature about this. We are going to talk about his Aiden's willy and masturbation but you're all adults here so act like it."
There were some sniggers and sotto voice repetitions of the word "willy" as everyone tried to contain their glee at rewatching Aiden's "masturbation" video.
However, Mr Jackson had spoken so levelly, without scorn, contempt, condemnation, approval, disapproval, humiliation or teasing or mockery... it seemed impossible the man could be so unfazed by the assignment submission of a nineteen-year-old boy performing autoerotica! Could the man not tell the jerk off assignment had been an accident?
"Does anyone object to watching Aiden Watson masturbate and then discussing it in detail?" Mr Jackson asked.
There were of course no objections.
"Ok. Let's start by watching it again and then we can talk about it," Mr Jackson said.
Aiden realised with horror that it was going to be worse the second time. Everyone was over the shock and would now pay attention to every detail of his exposure. Aiden couldn't even leave – he'd have to sit there surrounded by his peers as they watched him play with himself.
Mr Jackson reset the scene back to the beginning, projecting a frozen image of Aiden as his most intimate and vulnerable...
Aiden was laying on his bed, his torso propped up against the headboard.
The camera was aimed right between his legs, capturing literally everything from the soles of his feet upwards. Aiden's toes looked like sperms – rounded heads tapering into tails that joined onto his feet. His toes looked good enough suck.
Aiden was not a hairy young man but he did have hair on his legs, delicate squiggles that were fluffy as they ejected from his fair skin. The hair flattened against his inner thighs where it met his groin whereas atop his thighs, the short sprigs were almost invisible on screen.
Aiden's legs were parted to expose his perineum with pink and brown skin and occasional threads of hair that continued up into his crack. Aiden's bum remained on the bed, but the shape of the globes that pressed into the mattress was a handsome sight.
Aiden's left hand was on the bed, beside his hip but his right hand rested on his thigh. Aiden's fingers curved across the inner aspect of the thigh and his thumb brushed his balls.
Aiden's testicles hung beneath his penis, one on either side which framed his sex organ almost symmetrically. His testicles were wrapped in sporadic, dark hair – some of it shooting off like someone who hadn't brushed their hair in the morning.
Aiden's penis was soft but bloated. The modest three inches had flopped to the left. It was bad enough that he would soon be seen wanking but being exposed in a limp state on the big screen just as humiliating. The shaft of his flaccid penis was short and topped with a reuleaux triangle shape stuffed inside a foreskin.
His pubes were piled above the root of his penis, thick and untrimmed which thinned as it moved from the centrepiece. The pubic hair rose in a column to form a treasure trail that touched his belly button. The hair spread out from the trail to cover a few centimetres on either side but most of his abdomen was smooth.
Above his belly button, the hair thinned more and there was nothing but a few wisps in the centre of his chest that darted towards Aiden's nipples. Equally sporadic and sparce wires lay above the centre of Aiden's chest, just below the jugular notch.
Aiden's face was fixed on the camera – his dark eyes and eyebrows made his face look thoughtful and handsome. Meanwhile, his smooth skin, tussled hair and slightly parted lips captured his youthfulness. He was only nineteen after all.
If the unmoving image was bad, it got worse when the video finally restarted.
Aiden caressed his thigh with his hand, stroking the velvet skin. When he turned his hand, he grasped his balls, tugging them and causing his penis to hop excited across his abdomen. Aiden's hand moved from his testicles to his penis, petting it with gentle strokes with the palm of his hand.
His hand pulled back the foreskin to expose the mushroom shape inside, the collar peeling back to lodge beneath the head of his dick. The spongy glans was healthy and pink with a slit that briefly dilated with a pinch of the stumpy sex organ. Aiden stoked the short prick again.
Aiden's penis started to get longer, expanding and growing rigid. The young man lifted his nearly hard dick with his right hand so it rose from his groin life a floppy and wobbly pole. However, when it was fully erect a few seconds later, its size was exposed to everyone watching. Aiden lifted his left hand from the bed so he could tug his own balls while jerking his cock which was now fully erect.
The nineteen-year-old stroked the inside of his left thigh while continuing to masturbate. His hand slid over the top of his thigh, feeling the prickles of hair and once he reached his knee, his left hand slid back up. Aiden's legs parted slightly more, calling attention to the soles of his feet, with the ten toes that wriggled. The parting of his legs made a greater display of his testicles and the way the texture of the skin on his scrotum blended seamlessly into his perineum.
Aiden returned his left hand to the bed where his fingers touched a phone that was almost invisible due to the contours of his bedding. A few finger taps resulted in the camera zooming in, his feet disappearing from view but the rest of his body was brought closer to the action. In the bottom of the fame, the top of Aiden's claves remained on screen and everything above his knees was clearer to see.
(In class, Aiden wished he couldn't hear the gasps and groans of his classmates.)
With his cock more prominently featured by the zoom effect, Aiden took his hand off his phone and put it behind his head to expose his armpit while he continued to stroke his impressively big cock. Aiden was mortified but if there was a consolation it was that he had a nice big cock.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard."
The dialogue only served to call attention to the only other sounds coming through the speakers. The sound of flesh being stroked and occasional moans of pleasure. Aiden turned his face into his armpit and nuzzled it with his nose and then kissed his bicep. Aiden's tongue emerged from his mouth to lick the muscle and descend into to fur of his left pit.
(Aiden thought he could hear some groans of disgust as he licked his own armpit.)
Aiden squeezed his hot and hard cock, watching beads of precum emerge from the slit. The teenager slapped his hard-on against his stomach, feeling the wetness of precum splash into his bellybutton and across his abdomen. The fleshy sound of impact between his erection and his abdomen was obscene and awesome.
Aiden dropped his cock, putting both arms behind his head to display both armpits. With his legs still open and his cock still hard, he could not have been more exposed. His legs shifted and spread wider; his knees slightly bent. Aiden's face was a picture of pleasure, satisfied with his progress towards orgasm. Aiden was watching himself as he recorded and he was impressed by his own hardness and the sight of his nakedness.
(Sitting in class, Aiden was far less satisfied with the vision – because nearly ninety classmates were witnessing it too.)
Aiden was looking right at the camera, looking at the audience, as he grabbed his cock again, this time with his left hand. His thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around the root of his cock, while the other fingers covered his balls. His cock had softened just enough to list to one side but he slid his right hand up and down the shaft until it was a stiff rod again. Aiden's left-handed grip remained around the bottom of the shaft while his right hand stroked the four inches emerging from the top of his grip.
"Oh fuck."
(The words were almost inaudible but everyone in the room heard it.)
Aiden's cock discharged more precum that dripped down his cock like candlewax. The young man dipped a finger in the fountain, still holding the erection in his left hand, and a silvery thread of goo stretched from the head to the tip of his finger. Aiden looked right at the camera and smiled as he slipped the finger into his mouth.
"Yummy."
(There were a few sniggers from the class and an equal number of people who thought it was gross.)
Aiden's left hand finally released the shaft and moved to his thigh where he advanced until his finger touched his perineum. Aiden lifted his ass just a little so he put a finger against his hole. His finger dipped in the sweat between his legs and ass cheeks, making it slippery enough to enter. The sphincter opened and Aiden felt his fingertip search for and quickly locate his prostate.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
Aiden was ashamed of his own dialogue. He was neither out not in when it came to the closet but now everyone in the lecture theatre knew he liked to be dicked. Aiden continued to swipe his cock with his right hand while his left slid in and out of his anus. Aiden was grinding his ass into the bed, helping to push the digit deeper and the pace of his masturbation increased.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
Aiden's declaration was a little premature, long enough for him to humiliate himself by finger-fucking himself with his left hand and stroking furiously with his right. Aiden thought it was never going to end but happily his ecstasy on screen was imminent.
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming."
Aiden pulled his finger out at the final moment, thrusting his left hand behind his head again. The fuzzy armpit would get no attention while his cock was blasting cum though. At that moment, the nineteen-year-old had his eyes locked on his big orgasming cock.
(In the lecture theatre, Aiden could not look any of his classmates in the eye but he could feel them looking at him.)
The first shot of jizz hit just below Aiden's right eye and the second volley landed on his chin. A third and fourth blast of spunk splashed across his left nipple and the centre of his chest. There was no small amount of moaning because Aiden hadn't stopped stroking so when a fifth, sixth and seventh eruption of ejaculate emerged they were in quick succession and rained all over his abdomen. Incredibly, an eighth and ninth shot of cum oozed from his cock to fill his bellybutton but the mess slopped into his pubes too.
The cum on his chin detached, landing in the jugular notch. Aiden was still moaning, his face dashed with boy juices, but his left hand moved to grab his left nipple. His right hand kept a firm grip of his dick, squeezing the dregs of spunk from the source. Aiden's left hand swept across his body, from his left nipple across to the right and then down and over his abdomen. Aiden smeared his own mess all over his beautiful body.
(There were murmurs among his classmates that made clear some people thought this was nasty.)
At last, Aiden let go of his cock and it smacked his abdomen with a loud, wet thwack. Both arms returned to behind his head, exposing the teen's pits for a final time.
"Holy fucking shit!"
Aiden's face remained unobscured but his eyes finally left his cock, lifting to look into the camera as he smiled. The clip ended – frozen eye-catchingly on Aiden's engorged penis, cum stained body, exposed pits, recognisable face and big brown eyes.
"Well, what did we all think of that?" Mr Jackson asked.
Aiden wanted to ask the lecturer to close the screen so his exposure could end but someone spoke first and Aiden lost the chance. His nakedness and debasement remained frozen on the screen.
"It was very graphic."
"There was a lot to take in, Mr Jackson."
Mr Jackson nodded in agreement.
"What do we all think of the current trend of young men using social media to express themselves like this?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Great."
"It's filth!"
"The more the merrier."
"Disgusting."
"I love it."
"Yea, ok..." Mr Jackson chuckled in agreement. "What I meant was, is this a healthy way to express one's sexuality? I'm not commenting on LGBTQ, I mean one's identity as a sexual being."
"Maybe we should ask Aiden?"
Heads turned to look at Aiden who had so far said literally nothing about the video he had submitted entirely by accident.
"Maybe we shouldn't," Mr Jackson said.
The teacher had appreciated the bravery of Aiden's video clip but it might still be embarrassing and he wanted to spare the young man from talking about it.
"You can't always talk to or challenge content creators," Mr Jackson suggested. "We should approach Aiden's clip as we would an anonymous piece of media online."
"Anonymous?"
The speaker laughed – tickled by talk of anonymity when everyone in the class knew Aiden and could see his great big dick which was still displayed on screen.
"Let's talk though Aiden's clip and feedback collectively about what we can see or hear without insight from the creator," Mr Jackson insisted. "That way we can all express our own interpretations without bias."
Mr Jackson reset the clip yet again, returning to the exposing, flaccid, pre-orgasmic moment. Aiden cringed – they were going to watch it yet again.
"What do we all see?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Aiden's little willy?"
There was some childish laughter at this.
"I think we can do without the juvenile comments," Mr Jackson said with exasperation – even though he had used the same word (without the diminutive tone) a few minutes ago.
"We can see Aiden's limp penis, sir."
This was said with deliberate clinical clarity that it was just as embarrassing as "Aiden's willy."
"His nipples."
"He's got the legs of a fifteen-year-old."
"And his testicles."
"Lets..." Mr Jackson but up both hands to ward off further comments. "Let's try to be a bit more organised. How has the opening been set-up?"
It took everything in his classmate's power to resist responding to Mr Jackson's question with "we can almost see Aiden's opening," in relation to his anus but they did resist.
"Aiden has set up the camera and taken off all his clothes, sir."
"He's already lying on the bed."
"He's barefoot."
"I already said he was naked."
"Some guys leave sneakers or socks or underwear on when they make these kind of videos."
"That's a good point. Why do we think Aiden has excluded scenes of removing his clothes?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Timing? Some social media have restrictions on how long clips can be?"
"The default thumbnail for Aiden's clip would get more clicks if he's naked compared to wearing underpants."
Underpants? Aiden hated every moment of this class.
"To keep the viewer's attention?"
"Do we all find Aiden's video clip more attention grabbing without seeing him take all his clothes off?" Mr Jackson asked.
There was a murmur of disagreement about this. Did people really wish they could have seen him strip as well? Wasn't this bad enough?
"I'll rephrase," Mr Jackson said. "Do any of you wish the clip had involved a scene of Aiden undressing and if so, why?"
Aiden was not about to tell them he had made such videos of himself before. He was flattered but didn't want people seeing him do that.
"Opening with him already naked is beautiful but strip shows are enticing."
"The anticipation can be exciting."
"It think it would have been exciting to watch Aiden strip totally naked on screen."
"Even just his undies would have enhanced the scene. Removing his pants and slowly exposing his dick."
"I agree. I think if this were online, watching Aiden slide his underwear down his legs would be more sensual."
"Yea! Especially if they tangled around his ankles."
"I'm happy to see his cock from the first frame to be honest. Most people skip to the cumshot anyway."
"A variety of opinions there, thank you. Let's move on," Mr Jackson decided. "What else do we notice about how Aiden has chosen to present himself?"
"We can see literally everything from his feet to his face."
"Some content creators don't like to be identified."
"Do we think it's a good thing that we can all identify Aiden Watson in this scene?"
Mr Jackson used Aiden's full name and it made the nineteen-year-old cringe to be discussed so intimately and identified so exhaustively.
"I think it adds to the scene to know a boys in our own class made this clip."
"Agreed."
"I think it would be great to see his face even if we didn't all know him."
Aiden could tell they were all goading him and mocking him despite the obvious sexual interest.
"Ok, what else does everyone notice about how Aiden has posed himself?"
"Aiden has spread his legs so we can see his perineum."
"What the fuck is a perineum?"
"It's the bit between your genitals and your ass."
Aiden blushed a deep shade of red as they talked about his perineum.
"His testicles are symmetrical?"
"His penis is flaccid."
"Good," Mr Jackson said excitedly. "Why is Aiden's lack of arousal important to the progress of the video clip?"
Aiden could see some people were taking the discussion seriously – as if discussing the explicit social media of a classmate were no big deal. Others chose their moments to say things that were suitable but inappropriate – comments that were plausible but intended to embarrass Aiden.
"Aiden's little prick emphasises his pubic hair."
"What do we think about pubic hair?" Mr Jackson asked – ignoring the unflattering penis synonym. "Have you noticed any trends in similar online content?"
"A lot of boy's shave, sir?"
"Very good," Mr Jackson rewarded the speaker with validation. "Do we think Aiden's pubic hair emphasises his penis and testicles or distracts from it?"
"I think we can see his penis very well."
"I agree, we can all see Aiden's penis and his testicles without any problems even though he still has his pubes."
"He doesn't have much hair anyway. On his legs or chest or anywhere."
"Right, we've discussed the preamble. We have examined how this social media clip has been staged. Let's start the scene and we can discuss it as we go," Mr Jackson said.
They hadn't even started the agonising masturbation tape yet! They'd just talked about his naked physique. Aiden wanted to crawl into a hole!
The scene started and everyone watched while Aiden stroked is thigh and grasped his balls. The boy fondled his manhood. Aiden's dick hopped across his abdomen, starting to grow, and then it became fully erect with stoking from his hand.
"Did anyone notice anything?" Mr Jackson asked, pausing the clip.
The vision of Aiden's big cock became still on screen.
"Aiden stroked his penis like he was petting it."
"Aiden has a foreskin."
"The shape of the head of his penis could be clearly seen through his foreskin."
"He peels it back and it looks like a pink mushroom."
"I get always naked when eating pink mushrooms."
There were some giggles at the comment and Aiden thought it was a lad called Rian (he recognised the sexy Irish lilt of his voice) who had made it. It sounded as sincere as it was implicit.
"His dick moved on its own."
"Excellent. Do we think that was a sign of impending arousal?" Mr Jackson asked, though the answer was obvious.
"I think his willy moved and got bigger because he as excited watching himself, sir."
"Another wonderful insight! Was Aiden watching himself while recording? Was he able to see the product as he created it and how might this affect the production?"
"It was like he wanted the viewer to see him become erect without his hand in the way."
"Aiden stood his penis up so everyone watching could see it properly."
Aiden rather thought some of his classmates were laying it on a bit thick. With every sickeningly explicit comment, Aiden blushed deeper and wished he could be invisible.
"Once it was fully erect, Aiden held up his cock so the audience could see how big it was."
There was a round of involuntary laughter at this. They weren't laughing about the size of Aiden's cock, which was impressive, but at the phraseology of his ultimate exposure. His ultimate exposure remained frozen on the screen – the full length of his cock rising from his groin as everyone one in class looked at it.
"Can we estimate how big Aiden's penis was before and after arousal?" Mr Jackson asked. "How to the two sizes compare?"
Was the lecturer really going to let the class speculate about the size of his dick? Couldn't he just press play again and get this nightmare over with? Some of Aiden's classmates were delighted to extend Aiden's agony and embarrass him as much as possible.
"I think his floppy dick..."
"Please try to use more respectful language," Mr Jackson interjected.
"Sorry sir. I think Aiden's limp penis was only two inches before he got stiff."
Two inches? Fuck off!
"I think it was a bit bigger. I think it was closer to three inches."
"I agree. I think Aiden was horny before he started recording. He might even have been aroused and let it go soft again to make it more presentable."
"That's an interesting observation," Mr Jackson seemed to agree. "We can see from the beginning that Aiden had already stripped naked. Do we think Aiden had already ejaculated before recording this? Or was he just turned on and let his penis go soft again?"
"Did you see the size of his load at the end? Defo hadn't cum already."
"His dick was flaccid but plum when the clip started. He must have been hard and went soft again to make his softy look bigger."
"What about his erect size, everyone?" Mr Jackson kept the students on track. "We were going to estimate how big that was too?"
Aiden wished they wouldn't. Mr Jackson was leading his classmates towards degrading questions and mortifying speculation.
"In fairness, sir... Aiden has a pretty big cock!"
There was no laughter despite the lewdness of his assertion and for once Mr Jackson did not admonish anyone for being crude.
"I think his cock looked about seven inches."
"Bigger! Way bigger! Maybe closer to eight inches?"
"Inches? Do you guys not know centimetres? Like, maybe eighteen or nineteen centimetres?"
"I'd agree Aiden's erection was closer to nineteen centimetres," Mr Jackson contributed. "That's seven point eight inches for anyone using inches."
Mr Jackson was estimating the size of his cock now? Every time Aiden thought he couldn't be more embarrassed, something else was said.
"Do we think the size of Aiden's erection contributed to his decision to record himself masturbating?" Mr Jackson asked the class.
If he could walk out, Aiden would have.
"Guys with big cocks are very popular on social media."
"Totally. I bet Aiden wanted to show off his massive erection."
"Imagine you saw this video on Twitter or Instagram or Facebook, do you think you would like it?" Mr Jackson asked. "Would you share this clip with others?"
Aiden tried to imagine that level of exposure! Friends, peers and total strangers watching him jerk off? He hadn't actually intended to make an autoerotic video for this stupid lesson. He should just have admitted his mistake to avoid all this talking about it.
"I would totally share this clip."
"Me too. I would tell all my friends about it."
Many of the worst comments were coming from a cluster of immature boys who were enjoying every moment of the discussion. Aiden could hear the amusement beneath their voices – they fully intended to tell their friends about this as soon as class ended. The humiliation was going to go on forever!
"Ok, we should continue," Mr Jackson said.
Mr Jackson pressed play and Aiden's solo show continued. He stroked his thigh while masturbating and then parted his legs, improving the display of his balls and perineum. When Aiden's left hand returned to the left side of the bed it was to tap the screen of his phone which was almost invisible on the sheets. The camera zoomed in to close the shot from his knees up.
The view of Aiden's cock and balls became clearer and the young man's left hand moved behind his head to expose his armpit and the wispy hairs within which only served to amplify his humiliation in lecture theatre.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard."
Aiden didn't think it could get worse than seeing himself masturbate on screen while his whole class watched but his dialogue succeeded in embarrassing the boy more. Mr Jackson paused yet again – freezing the image during an upward stroke, his fist wrapped just below the mushroom ridge of his glans.
"Comments?" Mr Jackson said.
"Well... he is fucking hard..."
Laughter spread but it died down as Mr Jackson succeeded in wearing a serious expression.
"Aiden uses his phone to zoom in."
"Excellent! Yes!" Mr Jackson approved.
"The zoom effect shows planning and ambition premeditated Aiden's wanking video."
This time the laughter was more supressed and snider.
"The zooming has an almost theatrical effect."
"It helps to bring emphasis to the rest of the masturbation video."
"Mr Jackson, do you think the closer shot highlights Aiden's big dick?"
Oh god, Aiden's lecturer was going to talk about his dick!
"Well, as we can see..." Mr Jackson replied. "The new focus achieved by zooming in not only allows us to see Aiden's penis better but we can also the shape of his glans..."
"Glans? What's that sir?"
The question was deliberately stupid, to degrade Aiden by having the man explain using more colloquial language.
"The glans is the head of the penis," Mr Jackson explained and he pointed at the image on screen, almost touching the bloated end of Aiden's cock. "As we can see, there is a prominent corona. That is the rounded, projected border of the head where it attaches to the shaft of the penis."
There were some genuinely interested faces who were fascinated by the details but most people in the room thought it was hilarious to have the lecturer describe intimate details about the sexual anatomy of one of his students.
"Is there anything else you can tell us about Aiden's cock sir?"
"Well, we can also see the underside of his penis," Mr Jackson continued as professionally as possible. "The frenulum connects the foreskin on the underside of the penis to the glans. It is usually very sensitive."
The man had again pointed to the offending area on the screen and Aiden almost felt as if he were being stoked by the lecturer.
"However, this is not an anatomy lesson. Let's return to what we can see about how Aiden has presented his item of social media," Mr Jackson called attention back to how it all began. "He has used a popular genre, camera techniques... has anyone got any more observations before we discuss his dialogue?"
"When Aiden zoomed, it was easier to see how his scrotum joins to his perineum."
"Yea, if you look close you can see the texture of his scrotum and the hair on them."
"But you can also see the fairer skin of his thighs and buttocks."
"Yea, his thighs have some hair on them but they're also pretty smooth."
"His thighs don't have very much hair. It makes him look more boyish."
"Let's remember Aiden Wilson is nineteen though," Mr Jackson was keen to emphasise.
"Totally. In a way it's nicer that Aiden is a young man with such pathetic thighs."
"Let's not use words like pathetic when describing Aiden's naked body. We don't want to embarrass him," Mr Jackson said unironically.
It was too late for that. Aiden was so embarrassed that he would never live this moment down.
"Aiden chose to expose his armpit."
"How do you think the display of Aiden's armpit affects the scene?" Mr Jackson prompted.
"He's not got much hair there either."
"I think it's cute."
"It's really sexy."
"And finally, before we restart the clip, what do we think of what Aiden says?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Can you repeat the words sir? We've been looking at the freeze frame so long, I've forgotten."
Aiden hated that his nudity had remained on screen the whole time but now they were going to listen to him and he was even more disgusted by the idea of watching himself in action. Mr Jackson clicked two seconds earlier and pressed play but not content to replay it just once, he pulled the clip back three times to repeat the same line over and over again.
"Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard. Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard. Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard."
There was chucking and sniggering from a cluster of boys who Aiden had been trying to ignore. They were especially enjoying the humiliation of their peer. Between them, they all offered degrading commentary.
"I think we could all see he was fucking hard, sir."
"You can hear the wet sound of him jerking at the same time."
"Aiden likes talking about how fucking hard he is."
"Yea, Aiden is watching himself jerk off and loves seeing his big hard dick."
"Do we think..." Mr Jackson interrupted their fun. "Do we think that this part of Aiden's video clip represents a clique or trope in within the genre of sexual social media posting in the 21ST century?"
"He's stating the obvious, is that the kind of thing people do in sex tapes?"
"Aiden talking about his own hardness is for sure something that people do in jerk off videos."
"Ok, let us move on..." Mr Jackson decided. "Let's try to remain respectful and remember that we are trying to recognise details about how this clip represents a popular niche of social media content."
Mr Jackson resumed the video and one last time, everyone heard the words "Oh my god, I'm so fucking hard," before it moved on to Aiden nuzzling his own armpit with his nose and kissing his bicep. Aiden licked his muscles and then moved his tongue into the furry concave. The humiliation continued with a very apparent leaking of precum from the eye of his cock which accompanied a firm squeeze of the shaft.
The sound of Aiden slapping his cock against his stomach filled the room, the wet and flashy smack was impressive and everyone could see spots of precum spray from the impact point as the sticky stuff filled his bellybutton and besmirched his abdomen.
Aiden's peers seemed to enjoy this viewing of his video even more than the first time – it was repeatedly paused and ever moment of his exhibition was scrutinised and described in intimate detail.
Aiden and his peers watched as the naked teenager on screen drop his cock on his stomach with a smack and then put both arms behind his head. His legs spread wider as his knees bent, calling more attention to his hole. Aiden's expression was glorious – getting closer to orgasm and so filled with pleasure. Aiden's left hand gripped the root of his erection, with three fingers also groping his balls. Aiden held his stiffy aloft using his left hand and jerked the remainder of the shaft, about four inches, with his right hand. The head looked particularly impressive.
"Oh fuck."
As Aiden's expletive filled the room, Mr Jackson paused again to analyse and discuss the latest portion of Aiden's example of social media content.
"Why do you think I paused it here?" Mr Jackson asked.
Why had the lecturer paused a video of his naked teenage student masturbating himself with both hands? Aiden dreaded to wonder what kind of answers he was going to get.
"Because Aiden is really hot?"
Aiden blushed as this comment came from one of the sexiest boys in the room – it was Rian again. Even Rian's voice, with its Irish lilt, was sexy.
"I was thinking more about the narrative of the scene we're watching," Mr Jackson said.
"Because the clip can be divided into discrete sections?"
"Yes, expand on that please," Mr Jackson encouraged.
"Well, the act is all done in a single take but it could be divided into separate scenes. Aiden gets hard, Aiden masturbates, Aiden poses with his armpits exposed, Aiden wanks two handed..."
"Popular videos that trend online are often pirated and split into shorter clips."
"Yea, I could totally see this whole video trending online..."
Fuck, Aiden hoped to hell that didn't happen.
"...But I also think the places where you've paused it represent natural points where it could be split."
"Yea. I could imagine gifs of the moment when he rubs it out with both hands."
"Or the moment when he licked his own pit and then opened his legs."
"You all make an interesting point. The way in which social media like this is consumed by users has popularised short clips and even just moving pictures lasting a few seconds," Mr Jackson observed. "Do we think still images like this are becoming redundant as a result of these options?"
Mr Jackson gestured to the screen where the naked nineteen-year-old was frozen with two hands on his impressive cock and eyes locked on the head of the leaking beast.
"I would be happy just looking at pictures," Rian admitted.
Aiden sneaked a look at the tall, handsome lad – there was no mockery in his voice and Aiden was amazed the young man was talking so openly about his interest. He had kept quiet so far, he was a popular and successful sportsman and no-one knew he was gay. Or rather, Aiden hadn't known and it came as a surprise.
"Good, still pictures remain an important form of twenty-first century media," Mr Jackson asserted – he waited for disagreement and when there was none, he continued. "Where were we?"
"Oh fuck."
There were a few guffaws and the imitation of Aiden's pleasurable announcement.
"In talking about acts and scenes, we seem to have flown past a lot of the actions that take place in this segment," Mr Jackson commented.
"His kisses his own bicep."
"He licks his own armpit which is nasty."
"Aiden seemed to lick it."
"Who licks their own gross armpit?"
"If Aiden could have licked his own penis, would that have enhanced this scene?" Mr Jackson speculated.
Did his lecturer just speculate about him sucking his own cock? Aiden could not believe this!
"If Aiden could self-suck, I think it would enhance all our lives."
"Especially his own."
"We can all see how his cock leaks precum."
"His cock makes a really loud smacking noise when he slaps it against his stomach."
"Aiden swears a lot."
This comment was said with sour disapproval and Aiden was minded to recognise that not everyone thought this scene was sexy or funny.
"Well, at the risk of upsetting anyone with more bad language, let's continue," Mr Jackson suggested.
Mr Jackson resumed the video the instant after Aiden had said "oh fuck". The first thing everyone saw was another ooze of preparatory lubricant from Aiden's dick. It trickled down the shaft like candlewax and Aiden dipped his finger in the precum before tasting it by slurping it delightedly off his fingertip.
"Yummy."
There were a few expressions of disgust that this display and more than a few classmates looking at him with open amazement. There was Aiden, sitting silently in class, and on screen they had watched him eat his own precum.
Aiden's left hand moved from the root of his cock to his thigh where fingers slipped towards his perineum. The boy lifted his butt and his finger advanced towards his arsehole. Aiden remembered feeling so good as he'd fingered himself but now that nearly ninety classmates were watching it, he enjoyed it a lot less. And a lecturer! That man was going to grade this performance!
The expression on Aiden's face as he finger-fucked himself was one of total delight.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
Mr Jackson paused here – because of course he did.
"Until now there has been no indication of sexuality," Mr Jackson speculated. "What do we think of this announcement by Aiden?"
"He wants to be fucked by a man?"
"We can't assume that. Maybe he wants to be pegged?"
"Plenty of straight guys finger themselves. They just don't admit to it."
"If you were watching this in privacy instead of a college lecture theatre..." Mr Jackson began, reminding everyone of the public forum in which Aiden's humiliation was taking place. "How might you investigate what Aiden meant by this unguarded statement?"
"Look at his social media profile?"
"See who he's following?"
"Watch other video's he's made?"
"See if there are any videos of him being fucked by a man with a big..."
"Ok, that's quite enough," Mr Jackson interrupted.
Aiden would like to be fucked by a man with a big cock. Even better, he'd like to fuck a man. However, while Aiden was not closeted, he didn't go around telling everyone he met either.
"DM him and ask if he likes dating guys or girls or both?" said Rian.
Mr Jackson smiled approvingly of the benign comment that was a welcome break from the smut. The lecturer resumed the playback but backtracked five seconds to repeat the last statement.
"Fuck me... Oh yea, put your big dick in me."
On screen, Aiden resumed masturbating himself while frigging his anus with a finger. Aiden's ass grinded into the bed, mashing his finger deeper into the hole and increasing his prostatic pleasuring.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
However, he didn't cum. The class were on the edge of their seats even though they knew the announcement had come early. Aiden continued his jerking and grinding and fingering for many, long, agonising seconds.
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming."
The sounds of Aiden moaning with pleasure filled the classroom so Aiden turned bright red with embarrassment. The only consolation was that his ejaculate was impressive was it unloaded across his body.
Mr Jackson didn't stop here but continued the playback so Aiden's ninety peers could watch him pull the finger from his arsehole and pose with his arm behind his head. Aiden continued to stroke with his right hand as his cock finally burst with nine epic shots of spunk.
His face, chest and abdomen were splashed with jizz, the milky slop creating gooey pools on his skin. Cum dripped from his chin and landed just below his Adam's apple. He had been moaning continuously while cumming – a grotesquely erotic soundtrack to his final humiliation.
Aiden had stopped stroking with his right hand but he squeezed his cock to extract every last drop. Aiden's left hand brushed his nipple and swept across his chest from left to right. Smearing his own boy juice all over himself elicited numerous looks of revulsion from his classmates.
When Aiden let go of his cock, it made a wet slapping noise against his abdomen. He put both hands back behind his head, exposing his pits and adding to the tableau of his final naked exhibition. Nude and covered in cum, legs still wide and jizz everywhere from his pubes to his face. Yet, Aiden was satisfied and smiling. His big brown eyes were looking into the camera, his face recognisable and soon to be frozen on screen for the final discussion.
"Holy fucking shit!"
A few seconds later, the clip ended and the image paused on the magnificent young man and his degrading display.
"Well?" Mr Jackson asked. "Thoughts?"
It was the third time the entire class had watched Aiden shoot his load but it was no less humiliating. If anything, it was worse this time than last.
"Aiden announces he's going to orgasm."
"He pulls his finger from his ass before he starts to cum."
"The lighting throughout the scene ensures Aiden's entire body is visible when he... arrives."
"Yes and it means we can literally see the spunk flying out his cock!"
"His penis discharges multiple times."
"What do we think of Aiden's choice to ejaculate onto himself?" Mr Jackson prompted.
"He could have used tissues or a towel."
"Or a sock."
"I think the scene is more sexual because he cums on himself."
"Aiden seems to appreciate what he'll look like once he has spunk all over himself."
"Do you think Aiden deliberately chose to contaminate himself? For an aesthetic reason?" Mr Jackson prompted.
"I don't understand the question, Mr Jackson."
"What I mean is," Mr Jackson was forced to humiliatingly elaborate: "When Aiden ejaculates, his sperm lands on his face, his chest and his abdomen. Was this a deliberate choice?"
The lecturer had just described Aiden wanking into his own face and then asks if the nineteen-year-old did it on purpose.
"Bukkake is a popular kink."
"We can't see a towel or anything on the bed."
"Maybe he wanted to eat his cum?"
"Aiden literally cums on his own face while recording himself. I think he knew quite nicely what he was doing."
"Aiden is very confident when he exposes himself to us during that moment," Rian said.
"You make a good point, Rian. Videos like this range in quality and duration," Mr Jackson acknowledged. "Do we think the fact Aiden recorded himself until climax and chose to submit that moment reflects pride or vanity?"
"Both."
"Both?"
"Recording yourself might not be about confidence but it takes confidence to put those images online."
"Indeed, and we see more young people with the self-confidence to expose themselves like this, don't we?" Mr Jackson said. "What did everyone think of the Aiden's aim?"
"He literally shot cum on his own face."
"I like how the sperm gets clogged in his pubes."
"I think the moment when the spunk drips off his chin is amazing."
"Aiden rubs his jizz all over his body," Rian comments. "Which is messy..."
"Disgusting."
"Gross."
"Filthy."
"Slut."
"...But something a lot of young people do online in clips like these. It makes Aiden's gesture a more complete recreation of solo masturbation videos," Rian concluded.
"Good, Rian. Exceptional insight," Mr Jackson compliments. "Now, we've watched this submission as an example of X-rated social media. We speculated about it without the creator's insight. Can we infer if the final moments were a performance or sincere rection?"
"He looked pretty happy."
"Perfectly happy."
"He poses again at the end... like he's proud of himself."
"Should Aiden be proud?" Mr Jackson asked.
"Yes."
"Totally."
"Still disgusting."
"Defo."
"Yup."
"Yes."
"Wish I looked like that."
Like a nineteen-year-old covered in his own cum freeze framed on a giant screen in a college lecture theatre? Aiden wished it was anyone but him!
"We are very nearly out of time now," Mr Jackson said. "Everyone, let's thank Aiden Wilson for his video clip."
"Thank you."
"Thanks."
"Cheers."
"Brilliant."
"Thanks."
There was a smattering of applause too – well intentioned and free from any insincerity.
"I will make all the clips you saw today available from the class portal," Mr Jackson assured the class.
FUCK! Aiden forgot about the class portal. Everyone would be able to watch his accidental autoerotic assignment over and over and over and over and over again.
"Aiden very much deserves an A+ for such an extraordinary piece of media," said Mr Jackson. "Aiden, as the top video clip of the day, I promise to pin your clip to the homepage of the class's digital noticeboard."
Great, Aiden thought. He was still looking at the image of himself that hadn't moved – swollen cock, cum stained body, exposed armpits and face looking into the camera.
"Sir, can you play it again?"
Beside the lad who had asked, his friends sniggered and clapped each other.
"Sure thing," the lecturer said oblivious to the mockery. "I'll play it one last time while you all pack up."
Aiden wished the man wouldn't. Aiden hadn't spoken a single word during the entire class and he wasn't sure how he was ever going to face his classmates again let alone talk to them after this.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
Aiden's classmates began to stand up, some watching again while others had seen enough.
"Fuck... Yummy."
Aiden cringed every time he heard his own voice.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
Aiden didn't move from his seat at the back of the lecture theatre. He wanted to wait until everyone had gone so he didn't need to mingle with anyone. He sat watching the screen and Mr Jackson working at his computer. Was he really going to put this on the class portal? Everyone had already seen it, Aiden supposed.
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
Only one person in the class approached Aiden before leaving the room and to Aiden's speechless surprise it was Rian. The tall, handsome young man grinned as he stood over Aiden. The lad was more than half a foot taller even when Aiden was standing up so with Aiden sitting, he looked giant.
"Holy fucking shit!"
"That was a surprising choice for an example of social media," Rian said. "But amazing. Totally amazing."
To Aiden's disbelief he heard his voice again.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
The video was not only repeating once but looped to replay automatically.
"Do you film yourself naked often?" Rian asked.
"Fuck."
Aiden blushed and shrugged and then looked down at his feet.
"Yummy."
"I'm not trying to embarrass you," Rian said genuinely.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
For such a big man with such an impressive physique, Rian was very gentle.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed by that either," Rian insisted.
Except Aiden was embarrassed.
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
"You... wanna get out of here? I'll walk with you?" Rian prompted chivalrously.
Aiden looked up at him shyly and nodded. Rian wanted to walk with him? Aiden figured people would talk behind his back and make fun of him but being seen with the coolest guy in the class, possibly in the entire college, was an amazing boost.
They walked to the front of the class together as Aiden's smutty video replayed.
"Holy fucking shit!"
Aiden looked at the screen as he exited the room and it started all over again. He figured after today it would remain the talk of the class but he wasn't to know that Mr Jackson not only put all the videos on the class portal but had accidentally posted Aiden's A+ video to the college noticeboard – not just the class noticeboard.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick in me."
Aiden head his voice one last time as he walked down the corridor with only Mr Jackson left behind in the lecture theatre. Aiden didn't notice the passing students who had heard the explicit dialogue and stopped to look. The obstruction in the corridor led to more people stopping and then pressing into the room to see more.
"So... you wanna do something sometime?" Rian asked.
Aiden looked at him with shock and suspicion.
"I know this might come as a surprise to you but... I really loved your video and I'd love a live replay," Rian flirted.
Aiden swallowed hard. This was a trick or a joke, right? The hottest guy in class – half a foot taller and smiling at him behind stubble, blue eyes and coiffed hair.
"Just think about it," Rian said as he started to walk away. "Oh, and for future reference..."
Rian stepped back towards the still-mute Aiden and leaned down, whispering in his ear. Aiden could feel his hot breath and his whole body tingled especially once he heard what the handsome athlete had to say.
"...I'm a power bottom, big boy."
Rian chuckled and then laughed as he walked away while Aiden remained rooted to the spot. It had been a very strange day. Mr Jackson passed him and patted his shoulder casually without stopping.
"Good work today, Aiden. More quality like today and you'll pass with flying colours," Mr Jackson said.
Aiden could not imagine sharing another video like his masturbation clip. Even that had been an accident. Accidents do happen after all. Like posting a solo jerking video of a nineteen-year-old lad to the college noticeboard. Or leaving the video running on a loop in the lecture theatre.
Aiden headed for lunch, sidestepping anyone he recognised from his class – the burning shame and embarrassment felt like it would never end and he had to tell himself it was paranoia when people who hadn't even been in the class started looking at him. Smiling, sniggering, laughing, pointing...
It was just his imagination.
At the end of the corridor, Aiden held the door open as nearly thirty teenage boys three or four years younger than him walked through the college with guest passes around their neck. Aiden was going to try not to think about that stupid accidental autoerotic assignment for the rest of the day.
The high school boys continued down the corridor.
"Where are we going again?"
"Lecture Theatre 001."
"Along with the other ten classes visiting today."
"This it gonna suck."
As they walked into the class they saw a hundred and fifty other high schoolers were already there and staring at something playing on the big screen. Another four classes of thirty would be arriving soon – filling the lecture theatre. Almost all of them pulled out their phones to take pictures of the images on screen or recording the clip in full.
A few sent the clips to friends and some posted them on Twitter and Facebook even thought they knew it would be taken down. Others Snapchatted the scene or sent it via WhatsApp.
Some of the schoolboys would find a way to access the college noticeboard and find the link to download the complete HD clip for themselves. And they thought college was going to be boring. None of the teens quite knew what to do except watch the wonderful demonstration on a loop.
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
"Oh fuck."
"Yummy."
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
"Holy fucking shit!"
...
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
"Oh fuck."
"Yummy."
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
"Holy fucking shit!"
...
"Fuck me. Oh yea, put your big dick deep inside me."
"Oh fuck."
"Yummy."
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum..."
"Jesus fuck... That's it, I'm cumming... I'm cumming,"
"Holy fucking shit!"
THE END!
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