Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 00:13:36 EDT
From: DrThroat@aol.com
Subject: Sex Education

Well, I'm back.  I have not had a chance to write a story for quite some
time.  Not that I was not inspired by erotic fantasies or anything, just
that didn't have the time to sit down and type it in.  I think I need to
get one of those voice-recognition programs so that I will have one less
excuse for not doing my "homework".

So as usual, the story below contains fantasies of sexual nature between
fictional male characters.  This material may be offensive to some
individuals or some authorities.  If that is the case, kindly leave this
webpage now.

And once again, this story is pure fiction.  Nothing remotely resembling
this ever happened to me, although I wouldn't mind if it did.  So enjoy.
Your comments are welcome at DrThroat@aol.com.



Sex Education

This story goes back to when I as 15 years old and an innocent kid in high
school.  It was back in the days before I had discovered sex, or knew
anything about sexual orientation or anything like that.  Just an average
looking kid, going to class, learning how to flirt with the girls because
that's what everyone did.

The scene of this story is the Health Education class, which I took in the
spring semester.  Up until the year before, it had been a pretty boring
class taught by our gym teachers.  They used to teach nutrition,
metabolism, hygiene, STD's and other diseases.  However, our new Governor
of the great state of Ohio had mandated that Sexual Education should be
incorporated into the curriculum.

Well, let me tell you, that my most conservative school district was NOT
happy about that.  I lived in a suburb of Cleveland, and the Republican
philosophy dominated everything we did.  So sex in the classroom was
blasphemy.  Nonetheless, the school district had to abide by the decision.

So my class was the first one to take this new curriculum.  Gee, all of a
sudden Health Education was becoming the most popular class in town.
Actually, everyone wanted to know what exactly they were going to show and
tell us.

The school district, in an effort to curtail sexual freedom or openness in
the class, had decided to divide the boys and the girls for the four weeks
section on sex.  There were twelve boys in my class.  Mr. Sweeney, my gym
teacher for the past year, was the teacher for this class.

So this was going to be a class full of horny 15 year olds with no female
presence, with a chance to talk about sex for four weeks straight!!!
Mr. Sweeney had not taught this class before either, and he did not look
like the kind of guy who would be too open about sex.  But this thing had
landed on him, and now it was part of his job description.

The first day of the section, Mr. Sweeney walked in, as all of us boys had
arrived early and were glued to our seats in anticipation.  He looked
nervous.  He told us that we were going to spend two weeks on each of the
genders.  And since it may be an icebreaker to talk about chics, we will
talk about females first.  He reorganized our seats so that the chairs were
set in a half moon, with him in the center.

So it started slow.  The first day we actually talked about genes and what
makes a baby a female or a male.  The second day we had to talk about the
female anatomy.  As Mr. Sweeney was explaining the details, there were a
lot of dumb looks from the audience.  It looked like somewhere between all
the Greek and Latin names for the anatomy, and our general lack of previous
knowledge of the female anatomy, we had no idea of what the man was talking
about.  It was very odd and guarded atmosphere in the classroom.  And then
nobody dared to say we had lost him a couple of miles back, because nobody
wanted to get labeled as a "virgin" even though we all were.  Mr. Sweeney
probably sensed this too, because the next day he showed up with a plastic
model of the internal female anatomy that he had borrowed from the biology
lab.

Now this was the biology lab, so the thing showed uterus, vagina, ovaries,
and all the stuff on the inside of the belly, all the while that we wanted
to see what a pussy looked like and where do I put my cock.

But you know, the model thing worked.  It was a great visual aid.  Over the
course of the next few sessions, it got used over and over again, and
slowly it had become the official "Female".  And as part of that it became
the subject of all our jokes and immature remarks about women.  It actually
got Mr. Sweeney and us very comfortable with the subject matter.

So the two weeks passed by, we got grossed out by talks of menstrual cycle
and amniotic sac, and cheered about orgasms and nipples, and now it was
time to talk about men.  That first day we talked about our concept of
manhood, and that was cool.  We still included the "Female" in some of our
comments about manhood.  The next day we had to learn about male anatomy.
So you would think that if you have been born with the equipment and have
used it for the past 15 years, you know something about it.  Nope, it
turned out it was a lot more complicated than that.  Who knew that "glans"
is the same thing as "the hood", and where the hell is the urethra
anyways???

Once again, the boys were lost.  And Mr. Sweeney figured it out too.  The
next session he told us that he had tried to obtain a male anatomy model
from the lab, and that when he found out that the school did not have any,
he tried to get one from the outside.  However, the principal had told him
that he "will not allow a dildo in the school, no matter who the Governor
is!"

Disappointed, Mr. Sweeney carried out the second day of the anatomy
session.  That remoteness and confusion that we had before we got the
female model was back.

Half way through the session, Mr. Sweeney took a long sigh and sank into a
thought for what looked like eternity.  After the long pause, he said: "One
word of this gets out and you are all dead!"

He walked over to the classroom door and locked it.  He returned to the
center of the room and leaned in front of his desk.  Another long pause,
and the most amazing thing happened.

Just like that, he opened his belt, unzipped, pulled his pants and
underwear down, and displayed his package for us.  He looked sooooo
nervous, and we didn't know what was going on.

"Look guys," he said, "I couldn't get you a model of the anatomy, and the
only way to make you understand what the hell is going on is to have
something on display.  And since I wasn't going to ask for a volunteer, I'm
just going to have to be on display myself.  I know it is weird, but we are
all guys, and as long as you all shut up, it's cool."

Now we had all seen each other naked after gym before.  But the official
rule was - no staring.  As long as you kept your eyes off other people's
private parts, that was cool.  But now Mr. Sweeney was displaying his
goods, and the object was that we had to look at it on purpose and learn
something.

Mr. Sweeney was not a particularly attractive man.  He was not built or
anything, especially for a gym teacher.  But he definitely had a member to
remember!!!!  Maybe it was because I had not finished completely developing
yet at that time, but Mr. Sweeney looked huge!  Even limp, his member was
6" and fat.  It was bad enough we were forced to look at it, but our
admiration for what a true man should look like made our stares so much
more piercing.

Coming back to our story, we were caught staring at Mr. Sweeney with his
pants down.  None of us said anything or even had the guts to giggle in
that tense environment.  After another long pause, Mr. Sweeney finally
spoke up: "So we will have to repeat the anatomy lesson now that we have a
model."

On that day we just had enough time to cover the superficial parts of the
anatomy before the bell rang.  We all sighed in relief that the
embarrassing moment was over.  The next day Mr. Sweeney walked in and
immediately locked he door behind him.  No, not that uncomfortable
experience again!

Yup, he went back to his position in front of the desk and pulled down his
pants again.  "Today we are going to recapitulate the deeper structures."
How was he exactly going to do that???

As he talked about the testes, epidydimis, vas deferens, and all that stuff
we have never heard of before, he pointed to where the stuff would lie deep
to.  Since touching the "model" was out of question, he encouraged us to go
home and in our own privacy try to find all these structures on ourselves.
But, Johnnie, who had always been the precocious one and the smart-ass,
followed suit and opened his pants.  Much to the amazement of the rest of
us, he fondled himself in all the places where Mr. Sweeney instructed us to
look for stuff.  Mr. Sweeney, himself, acted cool to Johnnie whipping his
tools out in the middle of the class.  I guess he figured if the teacher
can do it, the he can not object to the students doing it too.  Needless to
say, that was another tense session.

That night I, as well as probably all the rest of the kids, found ourselves
fondling our packages in the bathroom and in bed.  Curiosity was an amazing
phenomenon.

The next day we covered intercourse, erections, and ejaculations.  So
Mr. Sweeney's tools were on display again.  He used the "Female" to
demonstrate where his cock needs to go.  And as he went through the
details, he must have got horny, because he was getting hard!!!  Yup,
Mr. Sweeney got a boner in front of all of us, with a plastic vagina in
front of his cock.  I think the rest of us found this intriguing too,
because soon everyone was adjusting their packages.  Johnnie, of course had
to be a pioneer again, and pulled out his hard cock now to air it out.
Fred and Don followed suit.  No fondling, just airing the tight packages.
As the session went by, and the topic turned into ejaculations, Joe and
Brett also displayed their goods.  It was the circle jerk from camp all
over again.  Except we were much older now and it would be too queer to
jerk off, especially in front of our teacher.  Well, that session came to
an uncomfortable end too.

The next few sessions focused on topics that did not need a display of
anyone's goods.  We covered fatherhood, teen pregnancy, and such.

Well, the last session's topic was masturbation.  We were fifteen, I'm sure
we all did it in private, but the conservative upbringing we had kind of
forced us not to admit it.  Maybe that's why we never learned to compare
notes and such.  I guess we just did it until we came, and that was that.
And who knew if anything else could be done to make it interesting?!

Mr. Sweeney walked into the class and immediately locked the door again.
So that was a telltale sign that we were gonna see some cock again.  He had
a shopping bag with him this time.  He didn't say anything though.  He
walked in front of the desk, opened his belt, and dropped his pants and
underwear to the floor as he had in the past.  Except this time he lifted
his legs and pulled them completely off.  Next he leaned back and pulled
his shirt off too.  So besides his sneakers, he was completely naked.

He turned around and opened his bag.  He took out two big bottles of baby
oil and put them on the desk.  He turned back to us and started to fondle
his goods with his right arm.

We were just mesmerized.  Okay, so we had become "comfortable" with
Mr. Sweeney's cock by now, and we had one time seen him hard too, but his
was just too much.  The man was jerking off in front of us.  Yet the most
intense moments were yet to come.  His monster of an organ started to get
hard again.  Once fully hard, he took one of the baby oil bottles and put
it on Johnnie's desk.  He returned to his previous position and took the
other bottle and poured a big cupful into his hand.  He proceeded to rub it
all over his hard member, and lubed it all up and down.  He stroked it
good, all the way to the tip and back.

Johnnie needed no further invitation.  His pants were on the floor by now.
He had poured himself a handful of the baby oil too and was busy at work.
He passed the bottle to Fred, who got the queue, and followed in his
footsteps.  One by one, the bottle was handed down as each boy took a
handful to play with his cock.  The bottle made it to my seat.  My cock was
one of the last ones to be still hidden and screaming for freedom.  This
whole thing was too much for me.  But maybe just to save the embarrassment
of being singled out as the only one not to play with himself, I slowly
opened my pants too and took out my cock.  I used some of the oil too, and
boy did it feel good.  At first I kept my cock kinda hidden from the
general view, but I learned to relax.

By now all thirteen cocks were being worked on by their masters.  But none
of our boycocks compared to that of Mr. Sweeney.  His manlihood must have
been 12" now.  And it had got this red glow to it, as loads of precum were
sliding out of his cockhole.

Unlike most of us, who were basically too nervous to enjoy what was going
on, Mr. Sweeney had really got into what he was doing.  His eyes had been
closed for some time, as he stood there and jerked off for all of us to
see.  Then the moaning started.  He was being lifted into a state of
ecstasy, and was not aware of his surroundings any more.  Instead we were
becoming more and more aware of him in his sexual state, and were
mesmerized by the pleasures that he was able to give himself.  Somehow, all
of our attentions became focused to his cock as the centerpiece of a
ritual.  We were drawn ever so closer to this center of pleasure, as we
leaned forward to admire how this member was growing even more so in front
of our eyes.  The tip was really red now, and precum was dripping all over
the floor in front of him.  His breathing was getting heavier, and his
moans louder.  The lubricated hand was sliding up and down, and controlling
our stares with it in admiration.

And then it erupted.  The monster in between Mr. Sweeney' legs spat gushes
of hot cum in huge arches in all directions, as he violently contracted
every muscle in his naked body.  The force of the projectile was so great
that almost all of us got sprayed with some of his manjuice as we still
stared in an absolute awe.

Well, that was enough to drive 12 horny teens over the edge.  Within a
minute arches of hot cum were coming from all directions.  One after
another, we culminated our jerk off session by streams of hot cum being
sprayed in the middle of the room.  By that time you just didn't know which
stream belonged to whom.  The center of the classroom became one huge
collection of mixed-in cum, and boy after boy reached ecstasy.

Exhausted, everyone, including Mr. Sweeney, remained in the same position
without saying or doing anything.  Just then we were realizing what had
just happened, how out hormones controlled us into a hot jerk off session.

The bell rang.  Everyone was still speechless.  Nervous not to be late for
the next class, the boys started to put their goods back in their pants.
Mr. Sweeney started dressing again too.  One by one we left the room.  The
huge puddle of fresh cum was still in the middle of the room.

Nobody ever talked about that afternoon ever again.  It was a secret we
were going to carry with us forever.  Nobody even discussed it amongst
ourselves.

Incidentally, I had been in such a trance as I left the classroom that day
that I forgot my jacket there.  Halfway up to the third floor, I turned
back to go get my jacket.  I ran back to the classroom as fast as I could.

And that is when I found the biggest surprise ever.  In front of me was
Mr. Sweeney, fully dressed, kneeling on all fours, and licking every drop
of our cumulative cum from the floor.  He must have heard my footsteps,
because all of a sudden he looked up and froze in his place, cum dripping
from the side of his mouth......

To be continued.....


Hope you enjoyed this story.  Comments are welcome at DrThroat@aol.com.  I
would especially appreciate ideas on how to continue our story.

For a complete list of all the stories I have submitted to Nifty thus far,
go to http://members.aol.com/DrThroat/nifty.html.