Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2018 15:15:28 -0400 From: pensievemind@aol.com Subject: Prof. Parker's Health Class - Chapter 3 - "Lesson 18" for Gay/Young Friends Professor Parker's Health Class Lesson 18 Chesterton Academy and Professor Parker's Health class are purely the stuff of fantasy. I believe this one is a bit more... Oh, let's just say stimulating than "Lesson 17." And hopefully I've proof read this installment a bit better than the last two. If you enjoy this, some of the boys are looking for some extracurricular study now that the weekend has arrived, and I'll post that story if interest exists. I may just post it anyway... Also, if anyone can suggest a useful and believable subject for another lesson, please feel free to let me know. I would do my best to craft a tale around it. I'm aware that the entire idea of such a class, or such an academy, is mostly unbelievable, but I appreciate your willing suspension of disbelief, dear reader. Without it, Prof. Parker's Health Class would be quite the bore, don't you think? **Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to continue to provide provide this wonderful literary experience!** Lesson 18 Connor Bowen peered into the Health classroom and saw that Bobby Lewis had already arrived. His co-subject for the day was sitting at the desk he normally occupied during lessons. He looked up at Connor and nodded a greeting, which Connor returned. "Are we supposed to sit at our desks?" Connor asked. "No idea," Bobby replied. "Professor Parker wasn't here, so I just sat down." Connor could hear the nervousness in Bobby's voice, and he had to admit he shared it. After having seen the previous "live subjects" so totally exposed in this room, he could only presume he would also be expected to stand nude on the stage in front of all his classmates. The nervousness had been with him since Wednesday, when Peter Wilson had drawn his and Bobby's names from the bowl. He remembered four days before, and how easily the other boys had displayed their erect cocks for all to see, and how they had been brought to powerful orgasms as they'd wanked each other, while all the other first year boys looked on. He himself had gone fully erect watching the proceedings, and had arrived late for lunch, having stopped in the bathroom for a predictably quick, but surprisingly satisfying, wank. He hadn't been the only one. While he jerked himself, he could hear quiet moans and heavy breathing from another stall. Once he'd finished and wiped himself clean, he flushed the sticky toilet paper and opened the door, only to see not one, but two of his classmates stepping out of a stall three down from his own. Billy Conklin and Sean Marsh gave shy smiles as they saw him staring. All three had then washed and dried their hands, and walked together to the dining hall, not speaking at all. Connor glanced up at the clock. They were still a few minutes early, and so he assumed the professor would arrive soon. While they waited, Connor looked up on the stage where five of his classmates had already stood naked. Normally, the stage was furnished with simple wooden chairs. Today, however, the chairs had been replaced by two tall stools, which stood towards the very back of the stage, and two identical and curious looking apparatus. Connor had never seen their like. There was a wide, cushioned part, below which were two smaller, but similarly cushioned, pads just above the floor level. They reminded Connor of a chapel prie-dieux, though the top part was quite a bit lower. If he knelt on the lower cushions, the upper part would be somewhere around his waist. They were also a bit more elaborate, and it seemed as if the cushioned parts could be adjusted in various ways. There was still no sign of the master twenty minutes later. Bobby had just wondered aloud if he had forgotten about them when, with a great deal of fluster, Professor Parker came jogging into the room, a bit out of breath. "My apologies, boys," he huffed. "I'm afraid our weekly meeting with the head went on a bit longer than usual. Would you both please come with me." He headed to the far end of the room and the boys followed until they found themselves in what was obviously the master's private quarters. They included an office with a large, ornate desk, and a sitting area with a small fireplace. In the back wall were two closed doors. The professor continued through the room, waving the boys to follow. He opened a door and Connor could see a bathroom, clearly intended for the professor's personal use. He felt odd, seeing a place he'd never expect to see. Though he supposed they must, he'd never really chosen to think about his teachers using such facilities. "Again, I do apologize," the professor said, sounding sincerely contrite. "I had intended to carry out your preparation individually. However, my tardiness makes that unworkable. I hope you won't mind. Before we begin, may I ask, did you both move your bowels this morning? I promise you, this is not some strange fetish on my part. I simply ask because it will affect how we proceed." When both boys indicated that they had, in fact, both used the toilet that morning, Professor Parker said, "Good, that will make this much easier, and reduce the possibility of any accidents." He opened a small corner closet and withdrew from it what looked like two hot water bottles. Each had a stopper, as a proper hot water bottle would, but they also each had a long, clear, flexible tube that seemed to pierce the stoppers. "Do either of you know what these are used for?" the professor asked. "No, sir," Connor shook his head. However, he suddenly became aware that Bobby's breath had, at first, hitched in his throat, and then became rather rapid. "Yessir," Bobby said quietly. "And..?" the professor prodded. "Th- they're for... enemas," Bobby stammered. "Indeed they are, Mr Lewis," the professor smiled. "Well done." "What's an emana?" Connor asked, wondering why the idea seemed to disturb his classmate so. "Enema," Professor Parker corrected Connor's pronunciation. "An enema, Mr Bowen is a procedure used for cleansing the bowels. Warm water is introduced and held for as long as possible. Then it, and most anything else in the lower colon, are ejected." Connor listened to this explanation, but felt none the wiser for it. The master smiled slightly, clearly aware of Connor's ignorance. "In other words," the professor explained patiently, "I fill this bag with warm water and place the end of this tube inside your rectum. When I remove this clamp..." he indicated the scissor like device clamped halfway down the hose, " ...the water flows into you. If you hold it in for a while, it will clean out most fecal matter, or at least a part of the way up in your colon. Certainly enough for our purposes today." Now Connor began to breathe rapidly as well. He had understood the entire explanation, and realized what was going to happen. "And everybody's going to watch?" he asked in shock. "Not a bit of it," the professor assured him. "That is why I asked you to be here early. This is merely preparation for what we'll be doing in today's lesson. If we didn't adequately prepare you both, we might create more of a mess than the maintenance staff would be willing to clean up." He turned the faucets on the sink and said, "Will you both please step back into my sitting room and strip. There are chairs there where you may place your clothes." Both boys stepped out of the bathroom and slowly began removing their clothes. Connor glanced at Bobby, and realized how pale the boy had gone. He suspected he looked quite similar. After what seemed like an eternity, Connor pushed his briefs down his legs. It felt so strange being nude in a master's private quarters, especially with another boy. He recalled a conversation he'd been having with some of his classmates and a few third year boys after football practice several weeks before. One of the older boys spoke of the school from which he had transferred, and one of the masters there. He spoke of how the master used to choose certain boys to attend him in his quarters. There he would make them strip and molest them and force them to have sex with him. Often he would have two, or even three boys at the same time, forcing them to sexually please one another while he fondled them, or simply watched while he wanked himself. "Some of the boys were really into it," the older boy had chuckled. "One guy sucked me dry three times while the old perv watched." Connor worked hard to convince himself no such thing would happen here. He felt no need to share the story with Bobby, who looked quite nervous enough already. Allowing his eyes to travel south a bit, he saw that Bobby's cock was circumcised. He wondered if he might be Jewish, but decided it wasn't an appropriate question to ask. "Ready, boys?" the professor called from the bathroom. Glancing at one another, the boys returned to the bathroom. "Ah, very good," Professor Parker said casually, as if they had just handed him that day's essay. "Now, Mr Lewis, I take it from your previous answer that you've had experience of this procedure?" "Y-yes, sir," Bobby said quietly. "Was it in a doctor's surgery?" the professor inquired. "N-no, sir," Bobby answered. "My mother did it." "Oh, I see," the professor nodded. "You were experiencing problems, then?" "No, sir," Bobby shook his head slightly. "No?" The professor gave him a curious look. "Did she do this often?" "Once a week, sir," Bobby replied, almost as if he were in pain. "Me and my brother. She says boys are dirty and this was how they get clean." "Yes, I see," the professor said, a conciliatory tone to his voice. "Is that also why she had you circumcised, or was that for religious reasons?" "My dad says it was for the same reason." "Yes, that would be consistent," the professor nodded "And how old were you and your brother before she stopped giving you enemas?" "Uh..." was Bobby's only response. "So she still..?" Bobby gave no voice to his answer this time, but only nodded ever so slightly, turning his eyes to the floor. The professor stepped up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Robert. A fair number of parents do the same thing. If you like, I will excuse you from today's lesson. You could serve as the subject for something you'd find more comfortable. It would, however, put rather a strain on Mr Bowen if he had to serve alone." "I -- I don't mind doing it, sir," Bobby said. "It was just hard to say it, is all." "You're certain?" Professor Parker asked. "Yessir," Bobby said. "Honestly, I'd just as soon get it done with." "I admire your courage, Robert," the professor said sincerely. "That answer alone is enough to earn you full marks for today, and some extra credit, I daresay." For the first time since they'd seen the red rubber bottles, Connor saw a slight smile on Bobby's face. Those bottles, now full, hung suspended on the shower curtain rod, the ends of the hoses lying in the tub. A number of thick towels had been hung over the side of the tub. "If, then, you would both kneel down and lie across the towels there, we can begin." The boys knelt next to each other and lay across the edge of the tub. "Good. Now please spread your legs apart a bit more. Yes, just like that." Connor felt a draft blow across his now exposed anus, and shuddered, imagining what sort of view he must be presenting to his Health master. He watched as the professor retrieved the hose to Bobby's right. He heard a squishing sound, and turned his head to see the professor, now wearing latex gloves, smearing some sort of viscous substance on the tube connected to the hose. Seeing Connor watching, the professor explained, "This is a lubricant that will make insertion easier and more comfortable. Robert, would you mind if Connor watched so that some of his trepidation might be assuaged?" Bobby made a negative sort of sound, that the professor took as assent. "Connor, sit back and watch, then." Connor noticed how the professor had begun using both of their given names, feeling somehow closer to the man who was about to carry out this rather invasive procedure. He watched as the professor knelt down and placed a hand on Bobby's upraised buttocks, using a couple of fingers to widen the space in between. Connor could see the tight pucker of Bobby's anus, a bit pinker than the surrounding skin. "Are you ready, Robert?" Bobby simply nodded, and the master placed the tip of the tube at his anus. Slowly, he began to push the tip in, millimeter by millimeter. For some unfathomable reason, Connor felt a stirring in his groin, and realized his cock was beginning to thicken and harden. By the time the tube was fully inserted, he had a full on erection. He pulled his knees in and placed a hand over the evidence of his arousal, though not before he'd noticed the professor had seen it. Fortunately, the moment passed without comment. "Now, Mr Bowen, if you would get into position," Professor Parker requested. So, he was Mr Bowen again. He wondered if the distinction occurred when the professor was giving instruction as opposed to simply chatting. Connor again draped himself over the edge of the tub. He felt the professors hand on his buttock and the fingers opening him wide. Then the cool tip of the tube came into contact with his anus and he jerked forward, his hard cock pressing into the towels upon which he lay. "Just relax, Connor," the professor encouraged. "I promise to go slowly and not injure you." "No, sir," Connor explained, "only it's kind of cold." "My apologies," the professor said. "It will feel warm soon enough. Now, are you ready?" "Yessir," Connor nodded. Again, the tip of the tube touched him, but this time he knew what to expect and forced himself to remain still. He almost jerked again when he felt the plastic tube begin to penetrate a spot that nothing had penetrated since the last time he'd had his temperature taken there as a young child. "Very good," the professor said, and the pressure of invasion on Connor's arsehole stopped. "Robert, I will do you first so that you won't both need the toilet at the same time." With that, Conner looked up to see the professor loose the clamp on the hose that was now embedded in Bobby's backside. He heard Bobby moan a bit as he watched the water rush down the hose. Bobby moaned again as Professor Parker stood and squeezed the hot water bottle, forcing the remaining fluid into the depths of Bobby's body. "All right, Robert," the professor said, "I'm going to remove the tube. Do your best to squeeze your sphincter so nothing comes out." He knelt down and Connor watched as he slowly pulled the black plastic tube from the boys bottom. "You may sit in any position that helps you retain the fluid, Robert." Bobby lifted himself from the tub and sat on the carpeted bath mat, a strange look on his face. Connor couldn't help but notice that Bobby's dick was now as solid as his own. He could see the other boy working hard to keep his arse tight, and wondered what it might feel like. He had, often enough, had to take a wicked dump, and knew how difficult it could be to hold it in until he got to a toilet. After several minutes, Professor Parker said, "That should give him enough of a head start. Now, Mr Bowen, I'm going to release the clamp. Remember to do your best not to push out as if you're having a bowel movement. It won't be easy, as it will not feel natural at first. Do you understand?" "Yessir," Connor muttered. "Fine. Here we go, then," the professor said. Connor chose not to watch the clamp being released. Soon, however, he knew it must have been as a warm feeling began to flood into his bowels. He was suddenly aware of why the professor had warned him. All he wanted to do was push against the invading fluid. It would feel so wonderful to just relax his muscles and allow his arse to force everything out, like a good, satisfying dump. Still, he did everything in his power to prevent this. He heard himself moan as the pressure increased, knowing that Professor Parker was squeezing the last of the fluid from the bag into his arse. "Now, do your best to keep your anus closed tight, Connor, as I remove the tube," the professor advised. Connor did what he could to prepare himself, but almost lost control as the tube slipped so easily from his bottom. "You're doing fine, Connor," the professor assured him. "Now, try to find a way to sit that will help you keep everything inside you. Robert, how are you doing?" "All right, sir," Bobby answered, his voice a bit gravelly. "I think I can hold on a little longer." As he positioned himself on the mat, Connor could see Bobby's straining hard cock sticking up in his lap. He would have liked to stroke his own, but knew if he did so, he'd lose his battle to keep the warm water trapped inside himself. "Excellent," the master smiled. "I doubt you'd necessarily agree, but I am glad you've had some experience. It must have made this so much easier." "It does, sir," Bobby nodded, his voice now strained with effort, as if he was holding a heavy weight above his head. Connor now knew exactly what he was feeling. He wasn't even sure he could speak without his arse opening and spewing water and shit all over the professor's bathroom floor. The thought only served to increase his need to evacuate his bowels. "Professor, I - I..." was all he managed to say before leaping to his feet and sitting on the toilet. Unfortunately, the seat had been raised, and Connor's arse dropped in and touched the water before he lifted himself and held on to the porcelain edge. He didn't even have to push. Everything inside of him seemed to rush out, splashing loudly in the toilet. He breathed heavily as the pressure in his bowels was so quickly and wonderfully relieved, and nearly forgot to hold himself from dropping into the water and his own emission. "I'm so sorry, Connor," the professor said quickly. "I completely forgot to lower the seat. I hope you can forgive me." "It's all right, sir," Connor breathed heavily. Then, he was tremendously embarrassed as a loud fart accompanied yet another flood of watery emission which splashed loudly into the toilet bowl. Soon, it seemed to be over. Connor pushed a bit more, but only a small trickle remained, which soon stopped entirely. "If you stand for a moment," the professor said, "I will lower the seat so you can sit and wipe yourself." Conner did so, noticing that his cock had softened completely as the pressure inside him had dissipated. He pulled a fair amount of toilet paper off the roll next to the toilet and wiped his wet arse. When he felt sufficiently clean, he stood and took a bit more paper, wiping his buttocks of any water that had remained from falling into the toilet. The professor, looking into the bowl, said, "Excellent. That was quite clean. You must have had an adequate bowel movement this morning. I think one enema will be enough." Connor was glad to hear it. He hadn't even thought that he might have to endure such discomfort twice! Just when the professor had flushed the toilet, Bobby suddenly jumped up and dropped onto the seat. He evacuated his bowels loudly, while at the same time grasping his still hard penis, stroking frantically. Connor stared as Bobby wanked, and then looked up to see a rather surprised expression on Professor Parker's face. Connor couldn't imagine what Bobby might be thinking, sitting there in full view wanking his cock, even as the splashing continued. What he did know was that his own cock had begun to rise again, and was fully hard in what seemed like a few seconds. In a few more strokes, Bobby achieved his orgasm, his first squirt shooting from his dick all the way into the bathtub. There were at least four strong ropes that shot out, with decreasing distance, and several more globs that dripped down over his hand and into the toilet. He leaned back a bit, milking his cock a bit more. After a long, deep breath, he opened his eyes, which then widened in horror. "Oh damn, I'm sorry, sir!" He exclaimed. "I didn't mean to... I mean... it just..." His word were accompanied by tears now steeaming down his face. "Don't be foolish, Robert," the professor said consolingly. "There is nothing to be sorry for. You are merely a maturing young man, and such things are to be expected. It's all quite natural and completely normal." All through this, he gently stroked the boys's shoulders and back. "Connor, give Robert some paper so that he can clean himself up a bit." Connor pulled a wad of paper from the roll and gave it to Bobby, who wiped the cum from his hand and cock, which had deflated as rapidly as a punctured balloon. Connor's, in comparison, was now more hard than ever. He'd have loved to give himself a good wank. Helping Bobby to his feet, the professor again examined the contents of the toilet, then flushed it. "That was excellent, Robert," he pronounced. "You'll be glad to know you won't need another either. Now," he continued, removing the towels from the side of the tub, "if you will both step into the tub, we'll make you presentable for today's lesson." Connor had completely forgotten that there was yet more to come. He still had to stand naked in front of his entire class and do... well, he didn't know what. What he and Bobby had just endured must have something to do with it, but he couldn't even begin to guess what that might be. He and Bobby climbed into the tub and stood as the professor turned on the water. He took the hand held shower head and felt the water, adjusting the temperature. Then he began rinsing both boy's lower bodies, paying special attention to their bottoms, and Bobby's genitals. Just then, Connor heard the class bell ring. "Oh damn," Professor Parker swore and turned off the water. "I had lost track of the time. You two boys dry yourselves. I am going to greet the class when they arrive. You may stay in my office until I call you. There would be very little point to putting your clothes back on, as you'll only need to remove them again, so stay as you are until I come for you." With that he gave each boy a large towel and walked out of the room. Connor and Bobby stepped out of the tub and dried themselves off. Bobby was obviously avoiding eyes contact with Connor. For his part, Connor wanted Bobby to know that he didn't think any less of him for wanking off. "It's all right, Bobby. Really," he stressed. "I wish I had time for a good wank, too. I have to walk out there with this fucking hard cock that just won't go away." "Yeah," Bobby nodded. "That always happens to me when..." He left the rest unsaid, and Connor understood that he meant it happened when his mother gave him enemas. He knew it was none of his business, and was, in fact, a tremendous liberty, but he couldn't help being curious. "Does she... does your mum... see you..?" "No," Bobby said quickly. "Just my brother. She's not in the bathroom when we empty." "Does your brother get hard, too?" Connor asked, hoping that his own erection was yet more normal. "Yeah," Bobby said. "Usually we... well, each other, y'know?" "Cool," Connor smiled, both because he couldn't think of anything else to say, and because he really thought it cool. "How old's your brother?" "Thirteen, now," Bobby replied, tossing his towel over the shower curtain rod. "Will he come here next year?" Connor asked. "Doubt it," Bobby said. "He's not all that bright. I doubt he'd get in here." Soon they were both dried off, and left the bathroom to wait in the professor's office. Connor would have liked to sit down, but the chairs there were leather, and he didn't fancy the idea of sitting on them naked. He suddenly became aware that he could just hear Professor Parker addressing the class now sitting in the other room. He looked and saw the door was not completely closed, and so he walked over and listened through the opening. "... and it will be difficult for them both, so I warn you all that I will brook no rude comments during this lesson. I remind you, as well, that most of you will still be called upon to serve as our object lesson. If I deem anyone's behaviour unacceptable, when that person's turn comes, that lesson will be held in the auditorium, and open to anyone who would like to attend." Connor chuckled, wishing he could see the looks on the other boys' faces. He imagined one of his classmates standing naked on the auditorium stage, under the appreciative stares of the entire school population. For a fleeting moment, he even thought of that person being him. It sent a shudder of terror and excitement through his young body, which culminated in a strong twitch of his aching erection, to imagine himself being wanked by another boy as the entire student body watched. It was, of course, just at that moment that Professor Parker opened the door and announced the class was ready for them. Connor sighed deeply, embarrassed that he'd allowed such images to ensure his dick would be as stiff as a railroad spike. Knowing there was nothing else for it, he led the way out into the classroom. He could feel the stares of his classmates on his twitching cock as he climbed the steps onto the stage, followed by Bobby, with his enviably soft cock. Both boys turned to face the class, Connor fighting the desire to place his hands over his erection. "Now, who can tell me from their reading the function of the prostate gland?" A few hands rose, those most of the class were more focused on the two subject standing before them. Connor imagined them wondering why he was so fully erect while Bobby wasn't. Oddly, despite the burning in his face, their rapt attention only guaranteed that his cock was not going to deflate in the least. The discussion of of the prostate was very clinical and a bit boring. Connor was wondering why he and Bobby needed to be standing there, totally exposed, while it went on. He considered the possibility that the professor might have thought that the longer they stood there, the more they'd become accustomed to it. If that was the reasoning, it was mistaken. At east in Connor's opinion. "And so," the professor said, "we are all aware of how to locate the male prostate on the diagram. Now, we turn to our subjects for the day." Connor and Bobby now looked at one another, and Connor was sure the look on Bobby's face reflected his own. How could they have anything to do with locating the prostate, unless they were to lie on a table and be dissected? "Needless to say," Professor Parker explained, "the prostate cannot be seen from the outside. When a doctor needs to examine it, without exploratory surgery, he must use touch. Normally most men do not have prostate examinations until they are much older than you, though after one turns forty, at the latest, annual exams are highly recommended. Is there, by chance, anyone here who has had a prostate examination?" Sean Marsh raised his hand. "Very good, Mr Marsh. And would you share with the class how that examination was carried out?" Connor saw Sean's face go very red. He was now truly beginning to worry. "Well," Sean said, "first I had to..." "Could you speak up a bit, please, Mr Marsh?" the professor asked. "Yessir," Sean nodded meekly. "First I had to... to get naked. Then the doctor told me to bend over onto his exam table. I didn't see, but I felt something going into..." Sean hesitated, looking around sheepishly. "Now, Mr Marsh," Professor Parker said gently but firmly, "you are describing a perfectly normal medical procedure, one which I hope all of your classmates will avail themselves of when it's appropriate. Being too embarrassed to do so has likely resulted in the premature death of many a man. Please, do go on." "W-well," Sean continued, looking doubly embarrassed for being reprimanded, however kindly. "I felt something -- it was his finger, I guess -- going inside my... my bottom." "Also known as your rectum," the professor corrected. "Y-es, sir," Sean agreed, "my... r-rectum. He felt me in there was all." "Exactly," Professor Parker nodded. "Thank you, Mr Marsh. The doctor was probably checking for any swelling or enlargement of the prostate, which can be a sign of a serious condition, including cancer. Since, as I said, the prostate cannot be examined visually, a doctor will insert his finger and, because he is properly trained, can determine by feeling it whether any problem exists." Connor felt relieved that he, at least, would not be required to undergo a prostate exam in front of the class. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have his rectum exposed, as it had been in the professor's bathroom, while all his classmates looked on. He was sure he'd melt into the floor if they watched a doctor stick a finger up his bum. "Now, unlike an examination for testicular cancer, which will be demonstrated in a later lesson, it is very difficult for one to examine one's own prostate. Still, it never hurts to solicit the help of someone else for a regular check between doctor visits." Professor Parker then stepped up onto the stage. "Today, you will learn how to locate the prostate on a another male." The relief he'd been feeling was instantly replaced by a brand new thrill of terror that caused goose flesh to rise all over Connor's body. He suddenly thought he knew what his and Bobby's roles were to be in this lesson. This seemed confirmed for him when the professor asked both he and Bobby to step aside as he pulled the two curious apparatus Conner had noticed earlier toward the front edge of the stage. "Mr Bowen, Mr Lewis, please kneel on the lower cushions, placing one knee on each." Connor wanted to shout that there was no way he was going to do what the professor had in mind, but he knew such refusal was pointless, and could count against him when marks were recorded. He wondered if his parents had known what they were agreeing to when they'd signed the waiver, allowing their son to stand nude in a lesson. It was likely they'd hardly even read it, considering how excited they were for him to attend Chesterton Academy, and how many other forms they'd barely scanned and happily signed. "Now bear with me a moment while I'll make some adjustments," the professor continued, turning a knob on Connor's apparatus that lowered the higher cushion until it was just lower than his waist. He did the same to Bobby's. "Now, will you both please lean forward over the upper cushion. You can take hold of the handles to pull yourself a bit forward." Connor just now noticed the two cushioned handles behind the upper cushion. He took hold of them and pulled himself forward until his abdomen pressed against the front end of the upper cushion. He heard a sudden clunk to his left, and turned to see what had caused it. From his current position, however, he couldn't say. All he could see was the upper part of Bobby's body bent over his own cushion. The professor stepped between the two of them, and Connor heard a similar clunk as the cushions upon which his knees were resting suddenly split apart, causing his legs to spread widely, though not so far as to be uncomfortable. It was every bit as embarrassing as having been leant over the professors bathtub, but made worse by the fact that now his entire class, bar one, could easily see his freshly cleaned out arsehole. What he couldn't even begin to understand was how, in his current state of total mortification, his traitorous cock not only refused to deflate, but began to twitch with every beat of his heart. He felt sure that the class could, from their vantage point, see his balls hanging between his legs. "I will pass this box around now," Professor Parker said to the class. "Each of you take one and pass it on. Once you've put it on, avoid touching anything with that hand, especially the tops of your desks. It's likely they've been sneezed on at some point. We don't want to take the chance of introducing any cold or flu viruses to the mucous membranes." From the following sounds, Connor could tell that each boy was putting on the same sort of latex glove that Professor parker had worn while giving him and Bobby their enemas. He was reaching a point of panic, and kept thinking that this was more than he could handle. He thought again about refusing to allow it. As the snapping of latex continued, Professor Parker stepped in front of the two boys and crouched down so their faces were level. "Listen boys," he said quietly enough so that only they could hear him, "I know this is probably quite a shock to you. This is, bar none, one of the most difficult lessons for which to be a subject. I will, of course, allow you to refuse. But know this, if you continue today, there is virtually no way you could receive any less than full marks, not just for this lesson, but for the entire course. In fact, this is the only lesson for which I make that promise." For some reason, Connor turned to look at Bobby. The other boy was every bit as pale as he'd been upon seeing the enema equipment. However, when their eyes met, Connor felt a rush of courage, remembering how brave Bobby had been just in allowing himself to be so thoroughly cleaned out. Connor began to realize the advantages of having at least one class in which he wouldn't have to work like a demon just to pass. "Whaddya think, mate?" he asked. "Well," Bobby rolled his eyes and smirked, "we're already showing them our holes. Seems silly to stop now, doesn't it? You know what they say, 'in for a penny'." Connor smiled back and gave him a nod. "Well, boys?" Professor Parker asked hopefully. "In for a pound, sir," Connor said to the master, trying to sound like a military pilot accepting a suicide mission, and half wishing that he was actually doing so instead of agreeing to having his classmates fingers inserted into his bum. "Oh, well done boys!" the professor smiled. "That's the British way! I must say that from the looks on your faces, I was afraid that you were going to let the side down." He reached out and took hold of their shoulders. "I hope you'll forgive my doubts. Well done, boys. Well done!" After the professor stepped away, Connor turned back to Bobby and said, "Well, we're in it now." "Yeah," Bobby chuckled. "I just hope I don't spunk while they do it." "What?" Connor asked. "Why would you?" "Don't you know?" Bobby asked, looking amused and just a but smug. "That's another way to come. Someone sticks a finger in you and plays with your prostate. Now were gonna get a ton of fingers in us. Aw, man, I just know I'm gonna spunk all over." "All right, boys, stand up and form a line," Connor heard the professor say. "We have two subjects today in order to move things along, so two at a time step up to me. I will apply some lubricant to your index finger. You will then position yourself behind one of the subjects and slowly -- slowly -- insert your finger. Once inside, bend your finger very slightly, and see if you can feel the prostate. The subject will be able to tell you if you do." Please, sir," Connor spoke up, "how will we know?" "Trust me, Mr Bowen, you'll know." Climbing back on to the stage, he leaned closely in between the boys and said, "You'll know because it will be a very, very nice feeling. The reason there are two of you today is because it's likely that if one person had sixteen fingers probing his prostate, he would ejaculate, probably multiple times. Speaking of which," he added, "if that should happen, you should not feel embarrassed. It's perfectly natural, and you can see by the paper on the floor, I've taken steps to prepare for it." When the professor stepped away again, Connor turned down to see the layers of paper on the floor beneath him. "Oh, shit," he said chuckled to Bobby. "Maybe we're both gonna spunk." "All right, let's have the first pair," the professor instructed. Connor couldn't see, of course, but he already knew that two latex clad fingers were receiving a dose of lube. "Remember, slowly," the master reminded. Connor gasped as the first finger touched his hole. He wondered who it might be. Who was now staring at his hole, getting ready to stick his finger up-- "Oooh, shit!" he exclaimed as the first finger made it's entry. He could hear laughter break out behind him, and was totally embarrassed. "That's enough," Professor Parker said harshly. "If I hear one more laugh from anyone, all of you, excepting our subjects, will receive no marks for this lesson. Is that understood?" Once the room had quieted, the professor asked, "Are you all right, Mr Bowen?" "Y-yes, sir," Connor stammered. "Only it felt really... weird." "Yes, that's quite understandable," the professor said. "He didn't push too hard?" "No, sir," Connor replied. "Good. Are you all right to continue?" "Yes, sir," Connor said, grabbing more firmly onto the handles. "Very brave," the professor said. "All right, Mr Connor, continue." Now Connor knew it was Paul Connor's finger which, once more, began to push into his tight hole. He was relieved, really, knowing that, after his own experience, Paul wasn't likely to see this as anything but what it was supposed to be. Of course, after having seen Paul's lovely cock and watching him get off so powerfully from Teddy's manipulation, Connor wouldn't have minded a more private demonstration, more than willing to serve in Teddy's stead. He could feel his own cock now straining even more than before as Paul's finger ventured ever further into his arse. Soon, Paul's digit stopped moving forward and began to explore. It wasn't the most comfortable Connor had ever felt, but it wasn't bad at all, really. If this was going to happen seven or eight times, he felt sure he could handle it easily. Still, he had no idea why Bobby was concerned with spunking from it, until-- "Oh! Oh, fuck!" He was hardly aware of shouting, but shout he had. If was as if Paul had pressed some sort of unbearable pleasure button inside of him. Maybe it was from having watched Bobby wank himself in the professor's bathroom, or because he'd been thinking about being naked with Paul. But whatever it was, Connor could feel his own cock shooting beneath him. If was the single most incredible orgasm of his young life, nothing like those he'd had masturbating. It seemed endless, and he felt as if he was expelling gallons of cum onto the stage beneath him. Finally, it subsided, and Connor raised himself holding onto the upper cushion and gasping for breath. He turned and looked over his shoulder to see a terrified looking Paul Connor, still holding up his gloved and shiny finger. "Are you all right, Mr Bowen?" the professor asked, having rushed onto the stage. "I'm sorry, professor!" Connor heard Paul speaking quickly. "I did just what you said. I went slow and I just bent my finger a little. I thought I felt something and pressed a little... then..." "You needn't apologize, Mr Connor," the master assured him. "In fact, Mr Bowen's reaction proves that you have, indeed, fulfilled the requirement of the lesson. You see, boys, manipulating the prostate is every bit as effective as masturbating in order to achieve orgasm. Doctors will sometime employ this technique when they require a semen sample from a patient, or when a patient wishes to bank sperm for artificial insemination." "You mean I..." Paul began but then stopped as if unsure how to continue. He took another stab at it, though. "I made him spunk?" "You made him ejaculate," Professor Parker corrected. "And quite effectively, I might add, judging from his rather colourful language." "I'm sorry, sir," Connor piped up, recalling his choice of words, which was hardly a choice. "That's quite all right, Mr Bowen," the professor chuckled. "What is said within these walls remains within these walls, at least when spoken in response to such stimuli. Now, do you think you can continue, or should we postpone the rest of the lesson until Monday?" "No way!" Connor said quickly. "I mean, I'd rather finish today, if that's all right, professor." "As you wish, Mr Bowen," the professor chuckled. "That seems quite wise. All right, let's continue, class." Connor resumed his position, and the lesson continued. By the time the second student had finished, Connor's cock had re-inflated, and was straining as much as before he had come so dramatically. From time to time, he could hear Bobby moan or gasp beside him, and soon realized he was making similar sounds himself. Though Bobby didn't shout as he had, Connor had no problem hearing when he, too, started to cum. He could even hear Bobby's spunk landing on the paper beneath him. Connor had lost count of how many fingers he'd had up his arse, and after Paul, he never knew who they belonged to. One boy took nearly no time to find Connor's prostate. He'd have thought that his gasp would have informed the student of that fact, but the finger remained in him, rubbing and pressing the spot again and again. He wondered what the boy might be playing at, but thought he had an idea when he felt a second hand caressing his buttocks. Turning his head, and looking past Bobby, he could see the professor, who seemed focused on something on his desk. Whoever was fingering him now knew exactly what he was doing, and was taking advantage of the professor's inattention to bring Connor off again. Connor considered saying something to make the boy stop, but then wondered why. He'd already cum once, and he couldn't deny he was enjoying the feeling. And so he chose to simply allow the liberty. He even wiggled his bottom a bit, hoping to encourage the wielder of the talented finger now violating him. In another few seconds, Connor could feel himself building to a climax. He pushed himself back against the finger inside him, and was rewarded with even more pressure on his prostate. With that, he began shooting his cum again onto the paper covered floor, while the finger remained firmly embedded in him. Before the last few drops were expelled, however, he heard Professor Parker's voice. "Did you loose something, Mr. Pendleton?" "N-no, sir," 12 year old Teddy Pendleton replied. "Oh, I thought you'd lost your wristwatch in there, considering how long you were taking." The rest of the class, including Connor and Bobby, laughed at the professor's joke, and this time there was no threatening reprimand. "Seeing the result, I would say you managed to locate Mr Bowen's prostate, and so you may remove your finger, I think." Once Teddy had drawn his finger out of Connor's bum, the professor climbed back onto the stage. He reached down and pulled the lever on Bobby's apparatus that drew the knee cushions back together. Then he did the same for Connor. He told both boys they might want to stand and stretch their muscles. Connor didn't think it necessary until he tried to do it. He suddenly realized his back was a bit stiff, as were his thighs, from being held in the same position for at least forty-five minutes, if not an hour. He turned to face the class, somehow wanting them to see him no longer stiff as a post. The lube in his arse felt a bit odd, but not at all unpleasant. He stretched backwards extravagantly, his hands high over his head and his crotch thrust forward, and glanced down to see quite a number of appreciative eyes watching. He smiled and bobbed his eyebrows, eliciting some giggles and chuckles from his classmates. He turned and saw Bobby had joined in the show, doing much the same as he had done. "Yes, thank you, boys," Professor Parker chided, though with a note of amusement in his voice. "I hope that those of you who've not yet served as subjects can see by this latest display that it's not as terrifying as you may think. In fact, some of you may find that you enjoy the experience, as Mr Bowen and Mr Lewis seem to be doing at the moment. I wonder, boys, would you be willing to take some questions from the class? We still have quite a bit of time remaining. If you like, you could go and dress first." Connor and Bobby looked at each other, smirked and shrugged. "That's all right, professor. We're cool like this," Bobby said. Connor was pleased that the professor had no reason to countermand them. Instead, he simply indicated the two tall stools at the back of the stage which the boys then pulled forward and perched on. Connor found that he was, as the professor had correctly deduced, now totally enjoying being nude before his clothed classmates. If he thought he could get away with it, he might have casually begun stoking himself to another erection, just to see the looks on his classmates' faces. "Could you tell who's finger was in you?" "Did it feel weird?" "Did it hurt?" What made you spunk -- er, sorry, professor -- ejaculate so hard?" There was not one question that didn't elicit some laughter, mostly from Connor and Bobby. They kept exchanging looks, as if they were veterans of some glorious conflict, and now enjoyed a shared bond that only one who had survived a similar ordeal could understand. Connor felt oddly freed by the experience. He could easily have gone from the classroom to the dining hall for lunch, still totally naked, caring nothing for who might be there. Outside the third floor window, he could see the football field some distance from the building. He wondered if anyone out there could see him perched naked on his stool. All too soon, it seemed no one could think of any more questions. "All right, boys, you may go get dressed. Feel free to use the bathroom to clear away any lubricant or... other fluids." Connor followed Bobby into the professor's office. "C'mon," Bobby said, "We can clean each other up." Liking the sound of that, Connor followed Bobby into the bathroom. Bobby closed and locked the door. "Don't want anyone seeing us naked, right?" Both boys laughed and stepped into the tub. Bobby took down the shower head and adjusted the water temperature. "Why don't you bend over and I'll squirt you out good. Then you can do me." Connor turned, bent over and spread his feet as wide as the tub would allow. He shivered from the feeling of the warm water being squirted up and down his crack, and focusing on his arsehole. Just to be sexy, he wiggled his bottom and heard Bobby giggle. Despite the spray, Connor could feel the lube inside him, and told Bobby as much. "All right, hold on," Bobby said. Connor could hear the soft spray of the shower become a pulsing sound and knew Bobby had turned the dial to the massage setting. Then he felt Bobby's fingers pulling his arsehole open, and almost screamed as a pulsating jet of water shot directly into him. His cock virtually leapt to attention, and he thought he might cum just as quickly. But just as he hoped for this to happen, the water was turned away and Bobby said, "My turn." Connor turned, exposing his arousal to Bobby. Bobby looked at Connor's cock for several long moments, smiled and nodded, and then turned around, bent over and spread his legs. Conner directed the tri-part pulses of water up and down Bobby's crack, paying special attention to the hole. Then, as Bobby had done, he reached down and used his finger and thumb to open up Bobby's hole. It didn't look nearly as tight as it had when Connor watched him during his enema. He wondered if his was more relaxed after seven or eight (he never could remember exactly) fingers had probed inside him. "Oh, yes," he heard Bobby say breathily. "That feels so fucking good. Keep it up." Connor was sure that Bobby was as hard as he was himself. "That could make me spunk again." Hearing this, Connor turned the water away. Bobby stood up and turned around. "Why'd you stop?" Connor smirked and said, "Cause you stopped when I was ready to cum." Seeing the look of disappointment on Bobby's face, he added, "How about we help each other out?" Leaving the water running, Connor let the shower head hang in the tub and stepped close to Bobby. Pressing their hard cocks together, he took hold of both of them and stroked gently. "Oh, fuck, man," Bobby breathed, tilting his head back while his left hand reached around to take hold of Connor's right buttock. Thinking it was a good idea, Connor did the same to Bobby as he continued stroking them both. Then, out of the blue, he heard Bobby say, "You ever get a blow job, Connor?" "What?" Connor asked, shocked, but not enough to stop stroking. "I love blow jobs," Bobby said, as if just coming out of anesthesia. "I miss doing blow jobs with Harry." "Who's Harry," Connor asked, getting even more excited thinking about Bobby wrapping his lips around his cock. "My brother," Bobby replied. "He's got such a cute cock." Connor wondered what Bobby and his little brother might look like together, naked with their cut cocks firm and high. He wondered if Harry looked like a younger version of Bobby. The picture of the 13 year old on his knees sucking on his big brother's cock filled his mind. No longer able to resist, Connor put himself into his mental picture, actually kneeling down and taking Bobby's hard cock into his mouth. "Oh, yeah!" Bobby exclaimed, putting his hands on Connor's head. He started thrusting his hips as his hands help Connor's head still. "Oh, fuck, Connor, you're brilliant. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." Connor, who's mouth was otherwise occupied, had no chance to say that Bobby was entirely welcome. After only a few more thrusts, Connor felt his head being pushed back. He looked at Bobby's cock just in time to see his spunk shooting out. It first fell on Connor's stomach, while the subsequent squirts fell into his lap. Connor stood up and was immediately embraced tightly by a shuddering Bobby. Bobby kept whispering thanks into Connor's ear. For his part, having his engorged dick pressed up against his handsome classmate was driving him round the twist. He reached down to give himself a good wank. "No," Bobby said, pushing Connor's hand away, "Let me." Connor leaned back as Bobby took hold of his cock and began pumping it. Though it wasn't a blow job, he was just as happy with what Bobby was doing. "Next time," Bobby said as he worked on Connor's dick, "Next time I'll suck you off. I really want to suck you, Connor." "Anytime, mate," Connor chuckled. With the image of Bobby sucking his dick clear in his mind, it only took a few more strokes for him to shoot his spunk all over both of them. They embraced again, their hands exploring each other's backs and asses. "I guess we'd better get out of here," Bobby finally said. "The professor's probably wondering if we got lost." They finished rinsing off the cum they'd both produced, stepped out of the tub and dried each other well. "I really will suck you next time," Bobby assured Conner, as he unlocked the door. "If you want." "If I want?" Connor laughed, following Bobby out of the bathroom. "I want like you can't believe!" Just then, he noticed Professor Parker sitting at his desk. "All cleaned up, boys?" the professor asked, smiling at the two nude friends. "Y-yes, sir," Connor stammered, feeling that they'd been rumbled. "Very good," the professor said. "Perhaps you didn't hear it, but the class bell rang. I believe it is your lunch period now?" "Yessir," both boys replied. "Well, get your clothes on and get to the dining hall, then." Connor and Bobby exchanged worried looks, wondering if the professor had heard them in the bathroom. As if reading their thoughts, Professor Parker mused, "That's the problem with that bathroom. It's almost like a soundproof chamber. Can't hear a damned thing through that door." Fully clothed, Connor and Bobby said goodbye to the professor. "Goodbye, boys," their teacher replied. "Once again, I want to thank you for your participation today. It was very brave of both of you to allow yourselves to be so fully exposed and explored by your classmates. I would have told you in advance what would be asked of you, but over the years I've found that anticipation of an event is often worse than the event itself. It might have made you unwilling to participate. I hope you'll forgive my subterfuge." "Oh, yes, sir!" Connor said. "I'm glad we... er... I didn't mind doing it, not really." "Me too, professor," Bobby chimed in. "It was... all right, really." "I'm relieved to hear it," Professor Parker smiled. "I think you may find that your classmates estimation of you has been raised through the experience." When Bobby and Connor arrived at the dining hall, they were waved over to a table where a fair number of their classmates sat. They had saved seats for the two boys on either side of the table, next to both Paul Connor and Teddy Pendleton. Peter Wilson and the Etheridge twins, Cory and Terry, sat at the end of the table. Connor thought that a fraternity was beginning to form of those who'd stood nude before their classmates. As soon as they sat down, Teddy said, "I'm really sorry, Connor." "Sorry for what, little man?" Connor asked, turning in his seat to look at the cute but somewhat frightened looking youngster. "I wasn't gonna do that," he explained. "A bunch of the guys dared me. They said I should try to make you spunk." Connor laughed. "Is that all? Don't be stupid, Teddy. It's cool." He put his arm around the young boy and added, "And it really felt awesome. You did a great job. Maybe I'll return the favour sometime." "Back off, Bowen," Paul said in a mock warning. "I'll take care of that, if you don't mind." Connor looked up at Paul in surprise. "What, are you two... boyfriends?" He turned to see Teddy, his head low but his eyes fixed on Paul, smiling sheepishly. "Connor, you lucky bastard." "Don't I know it," Paul smiled smugly. "I'm luckier," Teddy insisted. "Paul's bloody brilliant. I can't believe he even likes me at all." "I can," Bobby piped in. "Me, too," Connor agreed. "You're a terrific kid. And you're brave as hell, showing off for us all on Monday." "You're the brave ones!" Paul contradicted. "The way he made you kneel on those things, and then spread your legs out. Everyone jumped when that happened, and you could see how scared they were for you." "It's no big deal," Connor said casually. "Bullshite," Paul snorted. I bet you were scared as shit." "Well," Bobby said, "I guess I was a little scared." "Really?" Connor asked him. "I was fucking terrified!" In a few moments, after the laughter died down, Paul said, "I was really scared, too. Well, at first, anyway." "Weird, isn't it?" Bobby said. "After a while, you start to..." "Like it," Connor finished for him. "I kind of hated to have to get dressed again. It's like a turn on, having everyone looking at you naked, especially because they all have clothes on." "Yeah, I was so scared when I got here," Teddy said. "I never took showers with other boys before. But now, I don't care if they look at me naked, even if I'm hard." "Shit, half of them are, too," Bobby snorted. He suspected some of them were sporting erections because they were looking at Teddy's tight little bum and skinny, hairless cock. He had to admit he had often been stimulated watching Teddy fearlessly join in whenever yet another frequent circle jerk broke out in the steamy shower room. "And for the record," Paul said, "I love seeing you hard in the shower." Connor turned to see Teddy go red in the face. No matter how brave he'd become, the boy was still subject to embarrassment. Connor's mind began to wonder just what those two boys might be getting up to. Here endeth the lesson.