Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 13:42:20 -0800 (PST) From: Sargon Bighorn Subject: Parent ? Student ? Teacher Meetings Part 1 Parent -- Student -- Teacher Meetings Part 1 My name is Brent. I'm your typical athletic 16 year old. I'm 5'9" 155 brown hair, hazel eyes. Lean muscled because I work out and like the look. My third year in an all male private high school is great. It's not that I am huge; it's that I am fit, active and involved. At 16 life is great. I lived with my Dad and enjoyed everyday. Mr. Hardwood my Male Physiology teacher said at the end of last semester that he'd be scheduling meetings with each of our Dad's because there were some issues he wanted to discuss with them. Mr. Hardwood had a research project he was working on and had his Male Physiology students help him with the research. The basic theory that he was trying to prove was that given enough stimulation (edging) over an extended period of time (hours per day and days per week) with out inducing an orgasm, the resulting orgasm at the end of the edging period would be a number geometrically larger than the edging period figure. Now I'd like to think I'm a good math student, but when Mr. Hardwood gave that explanation in class I felt my eyes glaze over and my mind shut down. All I knew is I'd work along with him and do what ever he assigned. Last semester's edging practice with my Dad was a fantastic learning experience. Because my Dad has a beautiful 50 year old body, and a beautiful 8 inch erect cock, the edging sessions were productive for me. However Mr. Hardwood had not felt the same way and hence the Parent -- Student -- Teacher meetings. My Dad was called by Mr. Hardwood in order to set a meeting between the three of us. It was scheduled for Thursday night at the school. "Brent!" Dad called. "Yeah Dad what's up?" I responded. "We've got the meeting with Mr. Hardwood in two hours." He said to me as he peered around the kitchen door into the dining room where I was setting the table for dinner. "Yup that's right Dad." I replied as I placed dishes and forks on place mats. My Dad continued to talk loudly from the kitchen, "He wants to discuss the research project your Male Physiology class was involved with last semester and what went wrong with it. When I spoke with him over the phone he indicated that some more technique practice was in order and that he'd like both you and me to meet with him and discuss the situation." Dad called as he prepared dinner. Well I thought, okay. I was doing fine if you ask me, but some teachers never seem to think a student is achieving to the best of his abilities. Oh well, I liked Mr. Hardwood and if he thought I could do better he was probably right. No sooner had we sat down to one of Dad's great meals than the clock on the wall indicated we had to leave for the P-S-T meeting. "I'll do the dishes when we get back Dad." I said. "Let's go and get this over with." **Meeting With Mr. Hardwood** Dad and I walked into the room where we had Male Physiology and there was Mr. Hardwood sitting behind his desk shuffling papers. When we entered Mr. Hardwood stood up and walked to meet us. "Glad to see you again Mr. Swelling." Mr. Hardwood said to my Dad has they shook hands. "Yes my pleasure Mr. Hardwood. Brent speaks so highly of you and how much he enjoys your class. I'm glad you're one of his favorite teachers." My Dad said as he looked Mr. Hardwood in the face. Something moved between them it seemed. I'm not sure what but something happened when those two men met and those hands connected. "Well let's all sit down and talk about some of the issues we're dealing with here in Male Physiology class." Mr. Hardwood said as he direct my Dad and me to the back of the room where these was a sofa and some chairs for just this purpose. My Dad and I sat on the sofa and Mr. Hardwood sat on a chair closer to my Dad. "First Mr. Swelling, Brent is a model student. He's attentive and does well on exams. However during the last semester's research project there were some instances when research figures were not collected as I'd hoped. Nothing serious, but something that should not be let go." Mr. Hardwood said with a serious voice. "I understand the need for Brent to do well. That's why I've sent him here to this private all boys school. Can you describe the nature of the weakness in the research?" My Dad inquired. "I think it would be better if I had Brent show you what I'm talking about. As the issue is a matter of techniques being practiced. Brent would you mind demonstrating on me the glans stimulation technique we learned in class? Here is some Jack off cream. Use as much as you need." Mr. Hardwood said as he placed the Jack off cream on the small table in front of us. "Oh sure Mr. Hardwood." I said and moved over to be close to Mr. Hardwood's chair. Mr. Hardwood slipped his pants off. I then reached in and pulled his cock out through the front of his boxers. As I held his now swelling cock with one hand I dipped two fingers of my other hand into the Jack off cream. Being slightly aware of my Dad's attentive look I proceeded with a bit of nervousness. I touched the head of Mr. Hardwood's cock and swirled my fingers around it. Mr. Hardwood was watching me and had that look of concentration on his face one often sees from good teachers. It took only a few quick light swirls of my fingers to bring Mr. Hardwood to a full on boner. I looked over at my Dad and noticed his cock had begun to stiffened and hardened in his pants. It made a clear outline down his pant leg. He was so intent on watching my edging technique on Mr. Hardwood's cock that he didn't see my look. "Ah I see" said Mr. Hardwood. "Um yes okay. Here Brent let me show you how." Mr. Hardwood dipped his fingers into the Jack off cream. He then touched his cock with his two fingers and swirled them around the head of his cock. "Watch Brent how my fingers move over the swollen glans." And Mr. Hardwood's fingers began to dance, or so it looked over the head of his raging hard cock. My Dad leaned forward on the sofa so as to get a better look at Mr. Hardwood's shining hard dick. Mr. Hardwood then said, "Mr. Swelling if it's okay with you I'd like Brent to follow along with me. Would you mind taking your pants and shorts off so Brent can watch me and imitate the techniques on you?" "Of course I'd be happy to Mr. Hardwood. Brent's education is a top priority with me." My Dad stood up and took off his pants and briefs. He then sat himself in such a way that I could watch Mr. Hardwood and still edge my Dad. As Mr. Hardwood kept up the swift swirling movements of his fingers on his cock I would do the same on my Dad's cock. As Mr. Hardwood would make his fingers dance along the underside of his cock, I'd make my fingers dance along the underside of my Dad's throbbing cock. When a few minutes had passed Mr. Hardwood said, "Brent if you look at the base of your Dad's cock you will see it pulse and you will see his cock head expand too. Watch as I cause a flow of pre cum to issue from my cock. You use the same techniques and look for the same pulsing and swelling in your Dad's cock." As Mr. Hardwood caused a flow of pre cum to issue from his cock, I'd stimulate my Dad's cock so as to have him produce a flow of pre cum too. Mr. Hardwood's fingers moved back and forth over the head of his throbbing cock and one finger would periodically dip down and stimulate the frenulum. "Here it comes again Brent more pre cum." A huge flow of pre cum issued from Mr. Hardwood's cock. "Now watch your Dad's cock closely and do the same thing I did." My fingers moved over the surface of Dad's glans and his cock head began to swell. And wow if Mr. Hardwood was not right. A second huge flood of pre cum issued from my Dad's cock. My Dad was in heaven. His head was leaning back on the sofa, his hairy thick muscled thighs were spread apart and his abs would flex. "Ah yeah mmm" was all my Dad said as he laid back and closed his eyes. "Now Brent try it yourself with out watching me. Position yourself so you have freedom of movement." Mr. Hardwood gently instructed. I did as instructed and while Mr. Hardwood held my Dad's cock steady at its base I used my fingers to stimulate his glans and frenulum. Mr. Hardwood would whisper technique skills in my ear. I was so intent and focused that I did not notice the sizable swelling of Mr. Hardwood's cock and the pre cum that dripped from it. "Brent I'm close son, real close. Ugh son it feels so good." My Dad moaned. "Here let me take over for you Brent." Mr. Hardwood said and with one hand holding my Dad's cock he paused and then said, "Mr. Swelling how are you doing? I think you get the idea of what I'm trying to teach the class." "Yes Mr. Hardwood I do." My Dad said with eyes closed and head resting on the back of the sofa. "I do and I approve." "Great. Let me however demonstrate one last technique that I'd like Brent to see me use. Testicular stimulation." Mr. Hardwood said as his hand gently stroked my Dad's cock. "Yes, I think it's important Brent practice that with you now." My Dad sighed without opening his eyes. His chest was moving up and down, his breathing deep and steady. Mr. Hardwood proceed to swirl his fingers around the ridge of my Dad's cock with one hand and with the other now letting go of his cock shaft he began to touch and stimulate my Dad's balls. My Dad pushed his hips up, a huge flow of pre cum emerged from his glans and he moaned in pleasure. "Watch now Brent as I bring your Dad to an explosive orgasm. What I will do is stimulate his balls and then with two swift movements of my fingers over his now sensitive glans edge him to completion." Mr. Hardwood paused and thought and said, "No I think you should do this Brent. Remember don't be nervous. Let your mind focus but don't tighten up. I know you can do it." He said in a soothing encouraging way. As he said this to me I realized he was holding my Dad on the edge of an orgasm. My Dad's whole body seemed to be stiff and hard, not just his cock. Mr. Hardwood was keeping my Dad on the edge of an orgasm by just gently squeezing my Dad's cock as he had me take over. That was the skill set I wanted too. With a desire I'd not felt before to edge my Dad to an explosive orgasm my hands and fingers seemed to gild over my Dad's throbbing erect cock. Each finger each palm even my thumbs made contact with some part of my Dad's amazing beautiful cock. "Oh YEAH Brent YEAH son faster son faster." My Dad loudly pleaded. "I'm coming Brent I'm coming son!" My Dad's cock pulsed once and with the second pulse an enormous amount of white pearly cum flew onto the coffee table in front of him. He shot 5 huge amounts of cum. His legs shook, his head was back and his mouth open. Total orgasmic release. "Well Brent did you see that? Did you see that with just the right stimulation points being used one can induce a powerful orgasm or one can edge a man for hours with out inducing an orgasm? It's all in reading the signs." Mr. Hardwood said as he continued to slowly stroke his own engorged penis. "Yeah cool Mr. Hardwood really neat. The way I was able to edge my Dad and then at the time of my choosing send him over the edge. Totally hot." I beamed and looked at my Dad's prone form relaxing on the sofa next to me. Mr. Hardwood was still sitting with his raging cock dripping pre cum and looking into the face of my Dad. I was surprised to see my Dad starring intently at Mr. Hardwood's pulsing erection. Before I could register what was happening my Dad reached out and began to swirl his fingers around the head of Mr. Hardwood's cock. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. The unfolding scene of two sexy men, both of whom I loved in unique and different ways exchanging sensual pleasure was incredible. My Dad, now having moved to where he could easily edge Mr. Hardwood seemed to forget the rest of the world and only focused on the throbbing penis in his hand. Up and down the thick shaft his hands pumped, each up stroke delivering a wave of sensation through Mr. Hardwood's cock that caused my teacher to moan and sigh. Each down stroke delivering expertly timed stimulation to Mr. Hardwood's glans and frenulum. Because Mr. Hardwood and been edging his own cock while providing me instruction it was not long before I was witnessing the same prelude to a powerful male orgasm. I saw Mr. Hardwood begin to breathe faster, his balls pulled up into his body the pre cum flowing from his cock ran down the back of my Dad's hand, and deep moans of pleasure issued from Mr. Hardwood's throat. "Oh yeah Swelling great technique man. Keep it up. Mmm nice work." Mr. Hardwood gasped between breaths. My Dad's hand and fingers continuing to minister to Mr. Hardwood's erotic masculine needs. As I witnessed all the signs of Mr. Hardwood's impending orgasm, my Dad saw them too and with a skill and zeal I did not know he possessed my Dad took Mr. Hardwood to the edge of orgasm and with three strokes of his powerful hand launched Mr. Hardwood into a mind blowing orgasm. "Ugh Oh MAN Ah here it comes, ugh here it comes man. I'm coming!" And one huge load of pearly cum flew out of his pulsing cock and landed on my Dad's upper lip and chin. The second and third shots of cum landed on the rug in front of Mr. Hardwood. When his cock stopped shooting cum my Dad released Mr. Hardwood's cock from his grip and sat back wiping the dripping cum off his face. Mr. Hardwood flopped back into the chair with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. Sighs of contentment coming from him. After about three minutes Mr. Hardwood got up and got some towels so we could wipe our hands of pre cum, cum, and lube. "Mr. Swelling I think Brent is a fine student." Mr. Hardwood said after he'd cleaned up a bit and put his pants back on. "Indeed he is. I love him so much. He brings me great pleasure. One could not ask for a better son." As we all stood up to leave, Mr. Hardwood, mentioned that he'd be meeting with all the other students and Dad or Male family member as the semester progressed to discuss the same issue. "I like to treat all my Parents and Students alike" he said. "It only seems fair don't you agree Mr. Swelling?" Mr. Hardwood asked as he continued to shake my Dad's hand. "Mr. Hardwood" my Dad said, "thank you for all you've done for Brent and me. I look forward to meeting you again real soon." "Of course Mr. Swelling." We all shook hands and parted for the night.