Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2018 18:34:46 -0400 From: pensievemind@aol.com Subject: Prof. Parker's Health Class - Chapter 2 - "Lesson 17" Professor Parker's Health Class Lesson 17 Chesterton Academy and Professor Parker's Health class are purely the stuff of fantasy. There is simply something about the concept of an all boys boarding school, for boys 14 to, say, 18 years of age, that lends itself to the possibility of homoerotic experimentation. That such activities would be both officially sanctioned, and even aided by, the powers that be is the setting for the following, totally fictitious, story. Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to continue to provide provide this wonderful literary experience! Lesson 17 "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to interrupt." "Not at all, Mr Wilson. Please come in," Professor Parker said, standing as Peter entered the classroom. Peter walked towards the teacher's desk, in front of which his classmate, Arthur Douglas, currently sat. "Thank you for being on time. Follow me, please." Peter nodded to Arthur and followed the professor to the far end of the classroom and through an open door. He found himself in a large, rather cluttered study, with combined office space and lounge. The professor sat behind his desk and indicated the chair before it. Peter sat down. "Now, Mr Wilson, I've asked you here so that you might be adequately prepared for the lesson tomorrow," the teacher explained. "Have you read the next chapter?" "Yes, sir," Peter replied. He had, in reality, more or less scanned through the rather short chapter entitled Safe Sexual Practice, and so he hoped he wouldn't be quizzed for content. "Excellent," the professor nodded. "Did you find it interesting?" Peter looked down, not wanting to admit that "interesting" would not be his first choice of adjective. "Yes, it was a rather dry read, wasn't it," Professor Parker chuckled. "And that is why I wanted a live subject for the lesson. I have, over the years, found that a visual aid helps to focus the class's attention on something that might otherwise be rather a bore." "Yes, sir, I see," Peter nodded. After the last lesson, he could understand how much less he would have paid attention if four of his classmates hadn't stood nude on the stage, displaying various aspects of male sexual development. Certainly, no textbook description of mutual masturbation and its result could have come close to watching those same boys spunking all over one another. Peter remembered the sounds of squeaking bedsprings throughout the dormitory that night, his own included. The professor then opened a drawer in his desk, withdrew a flat square packet and held it up. "Do you know what this is, Mr Wilson?" Peter had no idea what the packet might contain, though whatever it held, there couldn't have been much of it. "No, sir," he replied. "Contained in the packet is what is technically referred to as a condom," the teacher informed him. "It may also be called a prophylactic. I won't bother with the less technical names that are sometimes used. Now do you know what it is?" "Yes, sir," Peter said. He had, of course, heard of condoms, though that was not the name he was used to hearing. Neither was prophylactic. He'd heard them referred to as johnnies or rubbers much more than condom. "I've just never seen one before." "Well, technically speaking, you're not yet seeing one now," the professor smiled. He reached across the desk and handed the packet to Peter. "Go on, open it." Peter pulled the strip where indicated and opened the packet. He withdrew what looked like a rolled up flesh-coloured balloon. "It would be rather boring, I should think, if I were to simply tell the class of the advantages of using a condom during sexual intercourse," Professor Parker said. "And I doubt they would take any more interest in my simply explaining how to don one. And so quite simply, I'm going to ask you to demonstrate the proper technique." "But, sir," Peter said quickly, "I don't know how to..." "Which is why I have asked you here today," the professor clarified. "I will explain while you place the condom on your penis. This way, in class tomorrow, you will be able to demonstrate how to wear it." Almost as soon as he'd realized what was coming next, the professor said, "Would you please lower your trousers and pants." Peter's mind went in to hyper drive. Though four of his classmates, one considerably younger than himself, had bravely stripped naked in front of the rest of their class, Peter felt even more nervous doing so in front of the teacher alone. However, there was nothing in the "would you please" that had made it sound like a request. He stood and slowly unbuckled his belt, undid his trouser button and zipper, and lowered both his trousers and briefs in one motion. "No, that won't do," Professor Parker said as Peter stood back up. "I'm afraid you'll need to at least open your shirt." Peter looked down and sam that his dress shirt hung down, completely covering his genitals. He pulled his vest off over his head and then unbuttoned his shirt. though it opened a bit, allowing his penis to show, it still tended to draw inward and nearly cover him again. "Perhaps it would be best to simply remove the shirt," the professor suggested. Peter did so, and now nothing hid his tackle from the professor's sight. "Yes, that will do nicely. Now, I presume you know that a condom can only be properly applied when the penis is fully erect." "Y-yes, sir," Peter replied, fighting the desire to cover himself with his hands. "Then, do you think you could achieve an erection now?" Peter stared at him. "How, sir?" "Well, normally fantasizing about someone you find sexually appealing would work for most young men," the professor suggested. "In this rather uncomfortable setting, however, you might need to involve your hand. If you think it would help, you could completely remove your trousers and underwear." "Th-this is fine, sir," Peter replied. "I'll try." And try he did -- for nearly fifteen minutes. But no matter how he stretched, squeezed, stroked and massaged, his wretched penis simply refused to harden. No matter how firmly he closed his eyes and tried to focus on an arousing image in his mind, he simply could not forget the professor watching him from across the desk. With a grunt of frustration, he kicked the garments from around his ankles, spread his legs and began frantically jerking on his uncooperatively soft cock. "Stop, Mr Wilson, please," the professor said, with more than a little concern in his voice. "I don't think this is going to work." "I'm... sorry.., sir," Peter panted. "I tried. I really tried." "Yes, I know you did, Peter," the professor said. "You have no reason to apologize. I understand what an uncomfortable setting this is, and I wouldn't want you to do yourself an injury by attempting what cannot be achieved." "So I reckon you'll need to get another live subject for tomorrow," Peter said, a little disappointed, since he'd been relieved that what he was expected to demonstrate was not nearly as embarrassing as what the four previous subjects had done. Instead, he assumed, his name would go back into the bowl, and probably be drawn for something infinitely more mortifying. "Oh no," Professor Parker laughed in a gentle and friendly way, "we don't give up quite that easily." He stood and walked to the door that led back out to the classroom. Opening it, he called, "Mr Douglas, would you join us please." Peter instinctively placed his hands over his genitals as Arthur, or Art, as most of his classmates called him, entered. Art nodded to Peter, but didn't seem surprised in the least to see him standing there naked. "Peter, before you arrived, I was having a conversation with Mr Douglas here," the professor said. "I'm afraid that, due to some rather unsatisfactory course work, he finds himself in need of some extra credit." At this, Art seemed as embarrassed as Peter felt. "I've offered him an opportunity to earn some by helping us out today. With your permission, we could allow Mr Douglas to 'give you a hand' as it were." "Please, sir," Peter said, "I don't understand." "Well," the professor began, "if you recall from our last lesson, sometimes it can be much more stimulating to be handled by someone else." In shock, Peter looked from the professor to Art and then back again. He remembered how turned on all the boys had been when wanking each other, even the Etheridge twins as they worked each other's cocks. Now the professor was expecting a repeat, though much more private, performance from him and Art. "Of course, we wouldn't need Mr Douglas to bring you to the point of orgasm. He merely needs to help you achieve an erection," Professor Parker added, as if it would make Peter's decision easier. Still, considering that he'd still much rather be the subject for this demonstration than for some unknown future lesson, he couldn't help seeing a certain appeal. Also, after the previous lesson, he wondered how it would feel having someone else's hand stroking his hard cock. Still, he couldn't help but wonder about Art's take on the entire affair. "Art, you really want to wan-- er, to... do this?" "I could really use the marks, mate," Arthur shrugged. "And those guys didn't mind too much yesterday, so I don't reckon I would." "Well, Mr Wilson?" Professor Parker asked. Peter looked once more at Art who gave him a cheeky sort of smirk, dropped his hands to his side and said, "Yeah, all right. Go on then." Art stepped up to Peter and with both hands began fondling his cock and balls. The feeling was unlike anything Peter had felt before. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so he simply clasped them behind his back so they wouldn't get in the way. He looked down and saw his bits being gently cupped and manipulated, nearly giving way to the reality of what was happening. The problem was that that reality included his teacher sitting behind his desk, watching the action. Nothing Art was doing, nor how good it actually felt, could make Peter forget this fact, and his discomfort kept getting in the way. Despite the number of times he'd shown off his hard cock in the dormitory showers, even spunking during the occasional circle jerk, doing so in this setting seemed impossible. Peter had no idea how much time had passed before the professor said, "Stop for a moment, Mr Douglas, and let's see Peter's progress." Peter looked down and saw to his dismay that while he had swelled a little, there was nothing between his legs that could be called an erection. "Perhaps this is simply too much to ask of you, Mr Wilson. "Please, sir," Art piped up. "Maybe I should take my clothes off, too." "For what reason, Mr Douglas?" Professor Parker asked dubiously. "Well," Art reasoned, "it might make Peter feel more comfortable if he wasn't standing here naked all alone." Peter could hardly believe what Art was saying. He felt a rush of gratitude that his classmate would be willing to go so far to help him. Or maybe he really did need those extra credit marks! "Even if it did help here," the professor reasoned, "what good would it do during tomorrow's lesson? Would you also be willing to disrobe when your classmates were present." Art pondered this for a moment, and then shrugged and said, "They've all seen me naked before. We take showers together. Blimey, we even wan--" He stopped, his eyes wide at what he'd almost said. "That being the case, I have no objection," the teacher said. "Do you think it might help, Mr Wilson?" "I-I dunno, sir," Peter stammered. He really had no idea what effect Art being nude might have. "I reckon it couldn't hurt." "There you have it," the professor smiled. "You may remove your clothes, Mr Douglas." Art wasted little time stripping off, his nervousness probably dealt with during the preceding conversation. Soon he bent to slide his underwear down his slim legs and then stood facing Peter, nude but for his socks. With no further words, he again began to massage Peter's cock and balls. Peter closed his eyes and tried to think about one of the frequent shower circle jerks in which he and his classmates indulged. He tried to recall how sexy he often felt when he saw another boy watching him intently, and how that attention help to fuel his ardor. Still, when he opened his eyes to see Art's naked body, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to see Professor Parker still sitting and watching, waiting for the desired result. Peter could get no further than about half as hard as required. This time it was he who called a halt to the proceedings. "I'm sorry, sir," he said contritely, "I still don't think it's working." "Yes, I can see that," the professor replied with no recrimination in his voice. "I'm afraid this particular lesson will require another subject." Peter dropped his head, feeling more ashamed of not being able to get hard than of being naked in his teacher's office. "Sir?" "Yes, Mr Douglas, what is it now?" "Could Peter and I... could we talk in private for just a bit?" "May I inquire as to why?" the professor asked. "I sort of wish you wouldn't, sir," Art answered uncertainly. "It's just I have an idea, but I'm not sure Peter would feel good about it if you heard." "I see," the professor said, though the tone of his voice made it rather clear that he didn't see anymore than Peter did. Nevertheless, he stood up and said, "I will be out in the classroom. Please call me when you are finished." With that, he stepped out through the door and closed it behind himself. "Listen, mate," Art said quickly, "I know this can't be easy, but I have an idea." "Why are you trying so hard?" Peter asked, not wanting to sound rude, but feeling quite curious about Art's motivation. Art chuckled. "Well, besides the extra marks, I'm hoping that maybe if I can help you, he might not make me do another thing in class. After the last one, I'm afraid of what's coming. He told me what this lesson would be about, and I really wished I'd been the one he chose. I mean, all you gotta do is get hard and put on a johnny!" "Yeah," Peter snorted, "that's all. Be nice if I could get hard." "I know you can," Art said encouragingly. "I've seen you do it. You never had a problem wanking off in the shower, and I've heard your bed squeaking loads of times." Peter blushed, having never been told anyone had been aware of him tossing off in bed. "It's just doing it in here with him watching that's the problem." "Yeah, but it's not a problem I can get over," Peter said. "Well," Art said, looking over his shoulder to make sure the door to the classroom was closed, "I wager I could make you hard, but," and here he fixed Peter with a serious look, "you can't tell anyone -- not Professor Parker, not anyone in the class -- how I did it. Promise?" "If you can really make it happen," Peter nodded quickly, "then yeah, of course I promise." "Good," Art grinned. "Close your eyes." Desiring nothing more than the help Art was offering, Peter complied immediately. In another moment he felt hands on his buttocks and then a warm, moist... something... engulf his soft cock. Despite Art's instruction, he opened his eyes and looked down to see Art sucking on his cock. He almost said something, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt Art's tongue tickling the bottom side of his dick, and within seconds it had swollen to its fullest size. He could even feel it throbbing in time with his pulse. "What did I tell you?" Art said smugly as he stood and used his fingers to wipe away traces of his saliva from Peter's cock. He then walked to the door, opened it a crack and called for the professor. Peter watched as he did so, noticing that Art had also got quite stiff as well. "Excellent, boys," the professor clapped his hands once as he entered the room and saw Peter's erect penis. The next fifteen minutes were spent with Peter practicing the proper way to put on a condom. The next day, after a few minutes with Art in the professor's study, Peter walked out naked to stand on the stage, displaying his full erection, and expertly rolling a fresh condom onto it. The class were again gathered closely to watch the demonstration. Peter was pretty sure that none of them had ever worn a condom before. Though he was the chosen live subject for the lesson, in the end no one was exempt. All the boys were required to drop their trousers and pants and put on the condoms the professor had passed out. No one seemed to have the same problem Peter had had the previous afternoon, and he was fairly certain that being naked in front of them all would have been enough for him to get an erection. Still, he was grateful that Art had, once more, sucked him to fullness in the professor's study just before his demonstration. "Just to be on the safe side," Art had said with a smile. He also half hoped that Art might be willing to do so again, perhaps in a less academic setting. And maybe, just maybe, he'd keep going long after Peter got hard. Here endeth the lesson.