Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 22:54:25 -0400 From: pensievemind@aol.com Subject: Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter One - "Lesson 16" Professor Parker's Class Lesson 16 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, as well as several others that I may yet make available here. Lesson 16 Paul walked to the front of the room, feeling alternately terrified and excited. He'd known this day was coming for some time, but there was really no way to adequately prepare for it. It certainly didn't help that he'd been the first to have his name drawn from the glass bowl on the master's desk. In the short walk from his desk to the platform in the front of the room, his mind played back the first day he and his classmates had entered this room. "You're all at Chesterton Academy because you are exceptional, at least academically. Therefore, your course of study is different than boys your age at public school. It is more advanced than anything they experience. Also, since this is the first time many of you have actually been enrolled in a boarding school, you'll find your opportunities for unique experiences increases. "Therefore, here in Health Class, your education will be more than purely theoretical, as other schools teach it. In this class, you'll have more opportunities for more, shall we say, 'hands on' experience. It's much like the difference between theory and lab work." The seventeen boys partially listened to what the master told then, having heard similar introductions in their other classes already. "The first half of this course will, in fact, be mostly theory. We will work from the text, using some plastic models and illustrations to help you understand the major points. We'll talk about general health and hygiene, and about the changes most of you have already begun to notice on your own. I assume you are all at least 14 years of age, yes?" "Please, sir," Teddy said, raising his hand. "I am only 12." "Ah yes," Prof. Parker nodded, "you would be Mr Pendleton. The staff has been made aware of your unique situation. Boys, for those of you who don't know, Mr Pendleton is, by all accounts, rather brilliant, and has twice been promoted beyond his grade level. That will actually be of some help to us in this course." The rest of the class all turned to look at the clearly younger boy sitting near the rear of the room. Teddy fidgeted a bit, obviously uncomfortable with the attention. "Now, as I was saying, the second half of this class will include some more practical education. To that end, from time to time one or more of you will be chosen for a particular class to serve as an object lesson. Names will be chosen from this bowl here, and so everyone will have an equal chance of being a living model for a lesson. Excepting, of course, Mr Pendleton, whose age will provide us a unique opportunity fairly early on in the second half of the course. He also may be the only one I'll ask to offer his services more than once." Once again, heads turned towards the young boy who seemed chuffed to hold this unique position. "We will be focusing primarily on the field of human sexuality, giving you a firm understanding of all that entails." At this, murmurs and some giggles passed through the class. "Yes, yes," the master nodded with a smirk, "That's all very titillating, I'm sure. Still, you'd best let me finish before you become too very excited. During those classes when someone's name is chosen, that boy, or those boys, will be required to stand in front of the class unclad." There was some confusion passing over the faces of the boys now, not sure if they understood Prof. Parker correctly. "That is to say, he, or they, will most often be more or less naked." Confused looks gave way to uncomfortable and complaining mumblings. The occasional, "No way I'm getting naked" floated forward. "You should also know that this is not optional," the master said, causing silence to once more descend on the room. "Your parents have been made fully aware of this requirement and have already signed waivers allowing it. If they had not, you would not be in this room right now." More than one red face now stared at Prof. Parker. "Hopefully, by the time we reach that point in our studies, your experiences living in a dormitory setting, with it's limited availability of privacy, will make being nude in front of other boys less disconcerting. And I'd be naive in the extreme if I didn't think that, by then, some of you will have already been naked, and even intimate to varying degrees, with your classmates." Eyes all around the room widened, none more than poor little Teddy Pendleton's. More than one hand disappeared beneath a desk, no doubt making a suddenly necessary adjustment. "Such behaviour is neither forbidden nor punished at Chesterton Academy, providing it is consensual. In fact, sexual exploration and experimentation is quite natural in boys your age. And since this is an all boys school, it is to be expected that same-sex activity will be your primary opportunity. When the time comes, you may find that such experiences will place you in good stead, if and when your name is chosen from the bowl." Five weeks since those opening statements, Paul was now experiencing what he'd been dreading since. At least he had the comfort of not being alone. As he reached the platform, he turned around and watched Teddy walking towards him. Everyone knew that Teddy's name was not in the bowl. Prof. Parker had made it clear that Teddy would be asked to model whenever his age was of particular use for a given lesson. He saw as well the two Etheridge twins, Terrence and Cory, who were also to be live subjects for the day's lesson. Like Teddy, their names had not been drawn from the bowl. The teacher simply explained that their good fortune in having a pair of identical twins in the class provided another unique opportunity, considering the subject matter in the next lesson. Unlike Teddy, the professor had assured them that, since they were being conscripted, afterwards they would be exempt from the lottery, and so would not be required to model in the future. ************ As soon as his name had been drawn at the end of Monday's Lesson, and the professor was explaining why Teddy and the Etheridge brothers had been selected rather than chosen randomly, Paul quickly turned to the next chapter in his textbook. The chapter heading read simply Sexual Development of the Human Male. He wondered just what would be asked of him and his co-subjects. From Prof. Parker's introductory comments in the first lesson, he was pretty sure that they would be required to appear in the nude. Perhaps they would have to lower their trousers and pants, each in turn. Not being alone in this, Paul thought that it might be embarrassing as hell, but mercifully quick and painless. What happened next, however, disabused Paul of this comforting notion. When class had ended, the master had asked Paul to remain after for a few moments, and had invited him back into his private quarters, which adjoined the classroom. The master explained that since he'd been chosen for that particular lesson, he needed to be sure Paul was, in fact, going to provide the visual aid required. He sat behind his desk and casually asked Paul to take off his clothes and hang them on the nearest available chair. Waving his hand dismissively, he told Paul he could keep his socks on. Clearly, then, Paul was expected to strip off everything else. The master simply sat at his desk, making notes on some papers there, and ignoring Paul for the most part as he shed articles of clothing, hanging them on the back of the chair. He'd finally got to the point of wearing only his briefs and his socks when the master looked up again. "Very good," Prof. Parker nodded. "Now, the underwear, if you would, please." Paul had never felt more exposed in his young life as he bent down to slip his briefs down his legs. He'd finally gotten use to standing naked in a shower room full of boys, and had seen a fair number of them check out his tackle. He'd stood naked in line in the gymnasium, watching, and being watched by, his classmates as they each had their balls cradled and fondled and grasped by a staff doctor while they were asked to cough. He'd seen most everyone in his class sporting wood at some point, and most of them had seen him in the same state. But now he knew he was getting naked simply so that the master could see him naked. "Hmmm, yes, yes," the teacher nodded again, paying particular attention to Paul's crotch. "I think we got lucky. I think you are a prime example of a boy's development at your age." The professor chuckled and added, "And believe you me, I've seen a few." Paul was hoping that that was all that was going to be required, but was disappointed as Prof. Parker stood and walked abound the desk. Paul stayed as he was rather than turning around as the teacher walked behind him. "Would you step up on to the chair, please." Too shocked to even ask why, Paul turned and stepped up onto the chair on which his clothes were hung. Turning back towards the professor, he unconsciously put his hands over his genitals as he realized they were now even with the teacher's face. "No, that won't do at all," the professor said consolingly as he took hold of Paul's wrists and pushed his hands down to his sides. "There wouldn't be much point to all of this if no one can see you." Paul shivered as the professor, without so much as a by your leave, reached up and lifted his penis with one finger. He then fondled the boys testicles, all the time nodding and muttering things like, "Very good. Yes, very good." He then swirled a couple fingers about in Paul's sparse pubic hairs, apparently pleased with them as well. "Turn around, please." Paul was no more comfortable with the professor getting a close up of his bum than he was with having his kit so casually handled. He jumped as, without warning, a hand lightly grasped his right buttock, giving it a slight squeeze. The hand was removed but quickly reappeared on the back of his leg. The professor squeezed the back of Paul's thigh as his hand slid down to a point just above his knee. Asking Paul to turn around again, he repeated the procedure on the front of his left thigh. "You're quite fit," the teacher complimented. "You enjoy sport?" "Y-yes, sir," Paul stammered, at bit uncomfortable while his tackle remained so readily on display. "I thought you must. Thank you, Mr Conner," Prof. Parker said, as if Paul had just handed him a note from another master. "You will do quite nicely on Wednesday. Mr Pendleton will also be joining you. If you've read the chapter, you know why Mr Pendleton will be joining you. If not, I suggest you do so. You may step down and dress now." Paul dressed quickly, bid the professor goodbye and left through the classroom. As he did, he noticed the raised platform in the front of the room. It was at least sever or eight meters wide with steps at either end. He became a bit more nervous as he realized the height of the stage was very nearly the same as that of the chair he'd just been standing on. Deciding he was letting his imagination get the better of him, and that he was already nervous as he needed to be, he tried to put it out of his mind and walked quickly to the dining hall. During lunch, nearly every boy in the class had come to Paul to ask why he'd been kept after class. Deciding he enjoyed the look of fear on many of their faces, Paul just shook his head, and try to fix a look of mild shock on his own which, truth be told, wasn't all that difficult. A couple actually turned green as they walked away, anticipating their own turn. Despite his ongoing trepidation, Paul enjoyed the effect his act was having on his classmates as they, no doubt, anticipated the day when their own names would be drawn from the bowl. ************ Once Teddy and the twins had climbed the steps onto the platform, Prof. Parker said unceremoniously, "Thank you, boys. Please remove your clothes. When you're finished, would Mr Pendleton and Mr Connor, please stand next to one another, and would the Messers Etheridge stand side by side. Thank you," he added, presuming their assent. This time there was no mention of his socks, and so Paul presumed he was expected to remove them as well. Paul couldn't bear to see the looks on his classmates faces while he stripped, so he turned his back to them, and began hanging his clothes on the chair behind him, much as he had in the teacher's quarters. He did steal a glance at Teddy, who seemed even more nervous about taking his clothes off. He decided that would be his last look, as he couldn't be sure that the sight of the boy's bubble-like bum wouldn't cause an unwelcome physical reaction. Teddy had enjoyed no privilege of age or person as a student at Chesterton. He was roomed in the same dorm as the other first years, and showered with them as well. Paul could almost never watch Teddy without his cock filling with blood every time he saw the boy's beautiful bottom. Fortunately, most of the boys would be sporting wood in the showers, and so no one was ever required to identify the object of his prurient affections. Paul had, to date, wanked and been wanked by four of his classmates. Prof. Parker's words had proven somewhat prophetic in that regard. He was also aware of other liaisons, and even a few ongoing trysts among his peers. This required no stealthy detective work. The close quarters in which they lived virtually assured that such things were difficult to conceal. Through it all, Paul was not aware of Teddy having been involved in any such activities, though he had happily participated whenever an impromptu circle jerk broke out in the shower. Truth to tell, Paul would very much have liked to handle, and be handled by, the cute young boy, but it somehow felt wrong to tell him as much, young as he was. On the other hand, he wouldn't have hesitated for a second if Teddy had ever made the request! Having hung his trousers over the back of the chair, Paul now realized his pale blue briefs were the only thing between him and total nudity. Knowing there was nothing else for it, he stuck his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and adding them to the chair with the rest of his clothes. Now came the worse moment of all. Paul stood up as straight as possible, took a deep breath and turned around, exposing his charms to 13 pairs of critical eyes. He felt at once relieved, and just a bit slighted, when he turned around. The 13 pairs of eyes he's assumed would be drinking in his naked form were all focused instead, on a spot off to Paul's right. He turned to see Teddy placing his tiny looking briefs on the chair behind him, and realized that he wasn't the only one who appreciated the young boy's remarkable round mounds of arse. Soon enough, Paul had no reason to feel ignored as the lesson began. Prof. Parker explained to the class that Paul and Teddy had been chosen to illustrate the rapid development of a boy's body in the throes of puberty. He asked the twins to turn so they could see and, using the same long, wooden pointer he'd used to indicate particular body parts on the large diagrams the class had used to that point, he now used it to draw attention to the difference in size between his and Teddy's cock. He pointed out how much lower Paul's scrotum hung. He noted Paul's pubic hair, and Teddy's lack thereof. Through it all, Paul watched as those 13 pairs of eyes followed the tip of the pointer, as if it was a watch dangled by a hypnotist. Never had he known his classmates to be so attentive in any lesson they'd shared in the last five weeks. The teacher then asked Paul and Teddy to turn around. Paul thought he knew what was coming next, and smirked at his own foresight as the professor began discussing the muscular development of the boys' buttocks and thighs. He pointed out that Teddy, though quite fit, would not experience significant muscle growth until his testicles began producing more testosterone. Teddy turned his head to Paul, and when he'd caught his eye, he mouth the words, "Skinny bum." Paul snorted and then covered the sound with a cough. When he'd finished, the professor had them both turn back toward the class and Paul breathed a sigh of relief as the professor moved over and stepped in front of the twins, now instructing him and Teddy to turn toward them so they could also see. As he turned, Teddy gave him a look and silently mouthed, "Whoa." Paul smiled and nodded slightly to say he shared Teddy's assessment of their shared ordeal. Prof. Parker now used the pointer to show, not differences, but the similarities in the twin brothers' development. Paul couldn't help but notice those similarities. In fact, it amazed him, just how much the boys looked alike from head to foot. He had, of course, seen them both nude in the shower, but they were never so close to one another as they were now. As the professor seemed to be reaching the end of his presentation, Paul again felt a wave of relief, thinking he'd soon be clothed again. It was not to be. "Now class, please stand and come forward so that you may see more closely." More closely?! Paul's mind screamed. "I ask our subjects to please step up to the edge of the stage and place their hands behind them." Paul suddenly felt much more naked with his hands clasped and resting on his butt. Soon the other members of the class had gathered directly in front of the four naked boys, jostling each other for a better view. They walked about, looking at each crotch as if they were museum exhibits. After a time, some of the boys made as if to return to their seats. "No, no, boys," Prof. Parker stopped them. "We're far from finished. Mr Connor and Mr Pendleton, would you please stand shoulder to shoulder? And would you two do the same?" he asked, nodding to the twins. "Yes, closer, until against one another." Paul stepped a bit more to his right until he felt Teddy's arm pressed against his own. The professor again addressed the class, "Now, I know some of you might feel a bit squeamish about the next part of our demonstration, but I ask you to consider how much more uncomfortable this is likely to be for our subjects. In order to more fully understand the differences and similarities I've pointed out, I would like you to use your fingers -- please watch me, everyone -- to gently feel the subjects testicles." The "please watch me" referred to the fact that the professor now reached up and with his right hand began feeling about in Paul's scrotum, while his left performed a similar examination on Teddy. Paul felt as if every inch of his skin had broken out into a bright, red blush as he saw his shocked classmates watching the professor's actions. "Again, I stress the word 'gently'. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how sensitive the testicles are," he chuckled. "Especially to those of you who may have had the misfortune to be struck there by a stray football." This last was met with a mixture of chuckles and groans. "Yes, you see what I mean. So I trust you will handle our subjects scrotums with great care, as you would your own." At this, even he joined in with the tension relieving laughter that broke out. That laughter might have been relieving to those gathered on the floor, but Paul felt anything but relaxed. He was about to be probed by most of his entire class, bar three. Looking to his right, he saw Teddy staring straight ahead, looking like a deer caught in oncoming headlights. The twins were looking at one another, and Paul could see the look of disbelief on Terrence's (or was it Cory's?) face. Before he could fully process what was about to happen, it began. The boys formed a line, and one by one, moved down the row of four naked boys, gently examining the testicles of each that were more or less level with their faces. Paul tried not to focus on what was happening to his balls, and looked stared straight ahead, out the window to the cricket field some two hundred yards distant, trying to follow the game that was going on. He thought that by doing so, he might survive this part of the demonstration without becoming aroused. Despite his attempts to distance himself from his own body, Paul couldn't help but notice when, from beside him, Teddy produced a sound much like a whimper. He turned and saw Teddy's squeezing his eyes tightly shut and biting on his bottom lip, which had sucked into his mouth. "Sir," Bobby Lewis, who had just been fingering Paul's and Teddy's balls, exclaimed, "Teddy's got a boner!" At this, all the boys on the floor laughed. "Silence!" Prof. Parker shouted over the laughter. The entire class seemed to have turned to stone at the commanding voice they'd heard from their normally soft spoken teacher. "Because this is the first time such a thing has occurred, and because this is a new, and possibly uncomfortable situation for you all, I will refrain from any retributive action for the moment. But," he paused and slowly passed his eyes over all the boys, "be aware that this is the last time such behaviour will go unpunished." All the boys simply stared back. they seemed afraid to even breathe, lest the professor change his mind. "I expect more maturity from students attending this Academy, and from this moment onward, that is exactly what you will show me." "P-please, sir," Bobby piped up, his fearful voice sounding much younger than his years, and a number of years younger than Teddy's. "I wasn't trying to make fun. I... I just thought you'd want to know." Prof. Parker, nodded, his face softening only slightly. "I understand, Mr Lewis. Thank you for assuring me that it was not your intention to make Mr Pendleton more uncomfortable than he already was." He stepped up and placed a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "But I would ask you and your classmates to remember that , from now on, we do not use crude language or colloquialisms when we have the proper words at our disposal. For instance, I'm sure that what you meant to tell me was that young Mr Pendleton had got an erection." "Yes, sir," Bobby nodded vigorously, "That's what I meant." "I'm glad to hear it," the teacher said. "Now, is there anyone here who is in the least surprised that Mr Pendleton had such a reaction to having his scrotum probed by so many different people. If we'd not been interrupted, I can almost guarantee that our other three subjects would be in the same condition. In fact, I'd wager that any of you would, in their place, share young Teddy's state. If you doubt me, speak up now and I will happily allow any one of you to replace Mr Connor on the stage. I suspect you are all, more or less, similarly endowed, and could serve as a life model." No one on the floor made so much as a sound, lest the professor take it as acceptance of his offer. "Very well," he nodded. "Now, Mr Lewis, I think you might have something to say to Mr Pendleton." "I'm sorry, mate," Bobby looked up and said quite sincerely. "I really didn't mean anything by it. I hope you believe me." Paul would have sworn he saw moisture gathering in the corners of Bobby's eyes." "It's all right, Bobby," Teddy said with a smile. "I know you weren't making fun of me, now. Blimey, I might have said the same thing if I were in your place." "Nicely done, Mr Pendleton," the professor said. "I must say, you've just shown more maturity than most of this class did a moment ago. I trust that those of you who laughed will avail yourselves of the opportunity to offer Mr Pendleton a sincere apology at some point during the day. I daresay he will show you more consideration than you showed him today. Now, Mr Pendleton, would you like to be excused from the remainder of the lesson? It would be a shame, but entirely understandable, if you felt too uncomfortable to continue." There was a long pause before Teddy said, "That'd be stupid, professor. Bobby didn't mean anything, and I don't think anyone else did, either. I'm okay to keep going." "Mr Pendleton, you are the most remarkable boy of your age that it has ever been my pleasure to meet," Prof. Parker smiled broadly. "Then let us continue the lesson with no further interruptions." Soon the line had reformed and once more Paul tensed as the next set of fingers caressed his balls. This time, however, he no longer dreaded the erection that Prof. Parker had told the class was inevitable. Between Todd Bernstein's probing fingers and the thought of his stiff cock being on display, Paul soon found himself stiff and twitching. Unable to fight the urge, he looked down the line at his fellow subjects, and saw they were now all in the same boat. No one said a word, and the examinations continued until the last boy in line had finished comparing the Etheridge twins. "Has everyone had his turn?" Prof. Parker asked, and was greeted affirmative responses. He turned and looked up and down the line of four naked boys on the stage. "Now, if you will all look, you can see even more distinctly the points I was making earlier. For instance, look how long and thick Mr Conner's penis has become, compared to Mr Pendleton's, which shows a good deal less length and girth, but is perfectly normal for a boy his age." Paul realized that there was now little chance that his erection might die away, as he watched all those eyes flick between him and Teddy. Even if he had looked forward to such an event, what happened next dashed all hope. "Uh, Mr Conklin," Prof. Parker said, looking about the various students standing in front of the stage. "Would you please take this ruler and measure both Mr Conner and Mr Pendleton." "Uhhh, please, sir," Billy Conklin asked. "Measure what?" "Why, their penises, of course," the teacher chuckled. "Place the ruler on the top side, just touching the abdomen, slide back the foreskin, and measure to the tip." When Billy hesitated, Prof. Parker said irritably. "You needn't worry, Mr Conklin. I asked both boys to bathe thoroughly in preparation for todays class." "No, sir. I mean, y-yes sir," Billy stammered. "It's just that... you want me to.... to..." "Yes?" "To... touch them. To touch their..." "Their penises. Yes, Mr Conklin," Prof. Parker said, sounding just a touch irritated. "Now, please get on with it before either of them is no longer sufficiently stimulated to give us an accurate measurement." This was not likely to become a problem for Paul, as the entire discussion had served only to make him feel harder than ever. The thought that Billy, who had, in fact, handled Paul's cock a number of times, would now do so in front of the entire class, felt incredibly sexy. Perhaps it was that reality that caused Billy to turn first to Teddy. Teddy, trouper that he was, actually pushed his hips forward a bit, though it might have been unconscious on his part. Paul watched as Billy pushed Teddy's tight foreskin back, revealing the purplish, sensitive-looking dick head. He then pushed Teddy's straining boner down until it was horizontal to the floor, laid the ruler on top in position and checked the measurement. "About nine and a half centimeters, professor," Billy announced, his voice cracking a bit. "Very good," the professor made a note on a paper on his desk. "Carry on." Paul watched Billy come to stand in front of him. He looked up into Paul's eyes, as if apologizing for what he was about to do. Paul simply gave him a strained smile, tilted his head and shrugged. Taking a breath, Billy reached out with the ruler and began to copy what he'd done to Teddy. "Wait," Paul said suddenly. "Stop." "What?" Billy looked up and asked. "Is there a problem, Mr Connor?" Prof. Parker inquired. "Uh, sir..." Paul struggled to explain as quietly as possible, as if the rest of the class could miss a word, "It's just... when he... when he touched me, I thought I... I..." "Yes?" the master prompted. "Speak up, Connor. "Well," Paul could feel himself blushing furiously. "It felt like I was going to... to maybe..." "Ah," the professor nodded knowingly, "You felt like you might ejaculate. Is that it?" "Yes, sir," Paul said, hanging his head. He would have turned around to hide his embarrassment, but he was pretty sure that even his arse was blushing. "Thank you for telling us, Mr Connor," the teacher said, addressing the class more than Paul. "There would, of course, be nothing wrong with such a reaction. Still, it would be a bit premature to our purposes, so I'm glad you forestalled it. Are you still fully erect?" he asked. "Oh, yes, sir," Paul nodded quickly, and unintentionally emphatically. "Thank you for your enthusiasm," the professor chuckled. "Mr Conklin, please hand the ruler to Mr Connor. He can measure himself." As he pushed his foreskin back to reveal his cock head, Paul glanced up and saw every eye on his cock. If it was possible, he could have sworn the attention added some millimeters to his erect cock. "About 12 and a half centimeters, professor," Paul announced. "Just as one would expect," Prof. Parker declared, "both of you. You are both nearly the textbook average for your ages." He looked around the room. "I can see by the looks on your faces that some of you are now a bit worried. If you are not quite as long as Mr Connor, I repeat, that is an average. Everyone develops differently and at different rates. Most of you are still growing, and will do so for three or four more years. If you are longer than Mr Connor here, you may have simply developed sooner and, consequently, may stop growing sooner." Paul looked at the various faces, especially at Michael Perry, who everyone knew, sported a full seven and a half inches of stiff boyhood. Despite the professor's last words, he still looked quite smug about his endowment. "All right, boys," the teacher said, "we have about forty minutes remaining to us, which should give us plenty of time to conclude this chapter. " Prof. Parker turned to the four naked, still aroused boys on the stage. "May I presume that our three older subjects masturbate?" "Sir?" Paul asked, shocked and embarrassed. "Yes, it is a silly question, Mr Connor. Of course you all do," the professor said, as if stating that babies cry. Astounded by the professor's audacity, and nonplussed by the accuracy of his observation, Paul could think of nothing to say. If he hadn't been so dumbfounded, he would have glared at the presumptuous man. As it was, the best he could manage was a shocked stare. In no way deterred from his point, Prof. Parker then said, "Do you, Mr Pendleton, or are you still a bit too young?" Paul turned to look at Teddy, who turned so red one might have thought several blood vessels were about to burst in his face. Teddy looked away from the professor, and then, seeing the expectant faces of the boys standing in front of him, simply turned his face to the floor. "Yes, sir, I do," the youngster quietly. "I might have known," Prof. Parker nodded. "And do you have an emission?" "A what, sir?" "Did you not read your chapter, Mr Pendleton?" the teacher asked, clicking his tongue. "An emission, Mr Pendleton. When you masturbate to a climax, does anything come out of your penis?" Paul stared at Teddy, unable to imagine what it would be like to be asked such a question, and to actually be expected to answer it aloud, and in front of so many people! However, in another second, his estimation of, and respect for, the young boy rose to new heights. Raising his head, Teddy looked directly Prof. Parker and said, "Oh, yeah, some does," not just calmly, but even a bit proudly. "And is it clear, or does it appear white?" the professor persisted. "It's still clear," Teddy reported. "I have semen but no sperms yet." "Excellent," the professor said happily. "I see you have done your reading. You'll be getting extra marks for that. Speaking of which, I would like to offer all four of you an opportunity for extra credit, beyond the full marks you'll receive for your cooperation today, especially since you were our first models. Would you like some extra points?" "Yessir," the four boys answered. "I wonder then, would you all be willing to allow the class to see the differences in the results of your masturbatory activities?" Paul's first instinct was to ask the professor to explain, in plain english, what he'd just asked. Instead he took a few seconds to sift the words, trying to glean a clear meaning from them. He knew, of course, what was meant by "masturbatory activities", but it took him another second to realize what the "result" of that activity referred to. It seemed, however, that Terry Etheridge had got there first. "You wan't us to wank off? All the way?!" Terry said suddenly, seemingly forgetting the questioner's status. "I wouldn't put it quite like that," Prof. Parker responded, "and I would remind you to please use the proper terminology in future. However, that is, effectively, what I'm asking." For a brief moment, Paul found the idea terrifying. Then, looking down at his classmates' faces, and seeing some unmistakably hopeful expressions, the scheme began to have a certain appeal, though he didn't exactly know why. He felt his cock twitch as he imagined all the boys watching him. Hell, he'd already been standing there naked for nearly an hour. He'd been prodded and fondled by nearly all his classmates. His erection had been on display for a ridiculously long time, and he'd nearly cummed when Billy tried to measure him. At this point, what possible harm could there be in wanking for extra credit? "Please, sir, I'm... I'm ok with it," Paul said, trying not to sound as excited as he was becoming, "I guess." "If he does, I will," Teddy agreed. "Thank you both for your cooperation and bravery," the professor smiled. "Terrence and Cory?" The Etheridge twins, who had been engaged in a whispered conversation, gave each other one last look before turning to the professor. "I think we can both do it, sir," Terry said. "Gentlemen, your courage honors me," Prof. Parker said softly with a small bow to them. He then turned to speak to the class. "As you all no doubt know, masturbation is most often indulged in when one is alone. In fact, it is sometimes referred to as 'the solitary act.' Nevertheless, it is also sometimes enjoyed by two people, or even as a group activity. It's likely that some of you have already taken part in what is known colloquially as a 'circle jerk.'" At this, a titter flowed through the assembled boys, a fair number of whom had, that very morning, wanked en masse in the communal shower. "Yes, I thought so," said the professor, interpreting the sniggers he'd heard. "That is only to be expected as you continue to mature, and find yourselves surrounded only by members of your own sex. It's often quite stimulating to watch others, and to be watched, while masturbating. It has little, if anything, to do with one's sexual orientation. It's more a matter of availability. One of the single most stimulating occasions of many a young man's life is the first time he is masturbated by someone else. No doubt some of you have enjoyed this sort of sexual contact already." Some boys gave one another glances so obvious that they might as well have held up a sign. "That being the case, and considering how difficult a thing it is we're asking our models to do, I again insist that you show them the respect that their bravely has earned. Remember, one day it will be you standing on this platform, so treat them as you hope to be treated when your turn arrives." "Now, boys," Prof. Parker turned to Paul and his naked classmates, "it might be difficult for you to achieve an orgasm while being on view to so many other boys. It can, as I mentioned, bring about a more satisfying result if you were to be masturbated by someone else." "Someone else?" Teddy asked uncertainly, though Paul could see the boy's cock twitch. "Like, we do each other?" Now it was Paul's dick that twitched. Before he could think about it, he'd already turned to look at Teddy. He had, from the first time he'd seen him, found the boy cute, and his own shower erections were often caused by the sight of the young boy's bubble butt. Still, Teddy's age had prevented him ever approaching the luscious little boy, despite how much he sometime acted every bit as mature as his classmates. For his part, Paul knew that if Teddy were to handle him, it wouldn't matter that their classmates and Prof. Parker were watching. Come to that, he felt fairly sure that even if all the school masters, or even his parents and grandparents, were watching, he would have no problem producing prodigious amounts of cum. Not to mention he wouldn't half mind getting his hand on Teddy's four incher, especially now that he knew Teddy could cum as well, regardless of whether or not that cum contained a single sperm. "That's a possibility, certainly," the professor said thoughtfully. "So if we did each other," Cory asked, "who would do who?" "Who would do whom, Mr Etheridge," the professor corrected. "I would leave that decision in your hands." Suddenly catching himself, he added, "Please forgive my rather inappropriate choice of words." Paul watched as the twins again began whispering to one another. Being an only child, he hadn't considered how impossible it might be for two brothers to handle each other's cocks. But looking at the attractive boys, Paul found the idea incredibly sexy, and would have liked to see Terry and Cory bringing each other to orgasmic bliss. The more pragmatic part of his brain suggested, however, that it would be he stroking and being stroked by one of the brothers, and the lovely Teddy would enjoy the ministries of the other. He supposed he wouldn't really have minded doing it with one of the twins. They were both good looking and quite fit. Still, he found missing the chance to have it off with Teddy deflating. "If it's all right," Cory said, "me and Terry will do each other." Paul's heart soared, and his cock, which had begun to deflate along with his spirits, rose to almost painful fullness. "As you wish," Prof. Parker assented. "What about the two of you?" he asked, shifting his glance between Paul and Teddy. Teddy beckoned Paul to lean close and said quietly in his ear, "Would you really wank my willie?" "Sure, mate," Paul whispered back, smiling. "Wow," Teddy said before biting his lower lip. "And I can touch your's, right?" "You'd better," Paul snorted, finding it nearly impossible to believe that Teddy would ever doubt Paul would allow him access to his cock, or any other part of his body for that matter. "Yeah, me and Paul will wan -- er, I mean, masturbate each other," Teddy turned to say to the teacher. "Then you may all begin whenever you feel comfortable," Prof. Parker said. Paul glanced once more at the boys gathered in front of the stage. He saw some shifting as each tried to improve his view. There were a few hands making adjustment in a few crotches, and a broad spectrum of expressions, from lustful to envious, an envy he would have likely felt watching another boy fondling Teddy's hairless jewels. "Ready, little man?" Paul asked Teddy as they turned to face one another. He stepped stepped close and put his left hand on Teddy's shoulder. "Yeah," Teddy smiled. "This is brilliant, innit?" "Sure is," Paul smiled. "OK, here goes," he said by way of warning as he reached out to take Teddy's young, hard cock in hand. It felt silky soft on the surface, but as solid as his own had ever felt. It was a bit short, so Paul used just two fingers and his thumb when he started stroking. Paul gasped as Teddy's fist wrapped around his straining member. Teddy was gentle as he slid Paul's foreskin up and down, and Paul had to fight the desire to moan aloud. He thought it he might find it embarrassing to do so considering the audience, if he was, indeed, still capable of embarrassment as the class watched him wanking and getting wanked. Almost unconsciously, Paul let his left hand slide down Teddy's arm and come to rest on his waist. His slid it up and down Teddy's hip before reaching behind the smooth boy to caress his right buttock. He found his fingers were long enough that his palm could rest on the smooth mound while his fingers could reach into the crack, which they did. Through a sexual haze, Paul suddenly became aware of Prof. Parker's voice, commenting on the action. "You see how Mr Connor is massaging Mr Pendleton's buttocks, boys? I think the look on the subject's face gives ample evidence of how stimulating that can be. Don't forget that when sexually aroused, many parts of the body can become ultra-sensitized to touch." Encouraged by the professor's words, Paul slid his finger more deeply into Teddy's crack, until the tip came in contact with Teddy's sphincter. Teddy moaned loudly, bending forward and spreading his legs farther apart. Paul applied pressure and felt Teddy shudder as he moaned all the more. "Some of you can't see from your position, but Mr Connor is now stimulating Mr Pendleton's anus," the professor continued. "Many people find that this leads to a much more satisfying orgasm. Note how loudly Mr Pendleton is moaning. Giving vent to one's feelings can also help to intensify one's experience." Paul, who had been trying not to give vent to the incredibly sexy feelings he was experiencing, all the more heightened by performing for an audience, now let go of that particular inhibition and began groaning aloud. The professor had been right; it did add to the overall effect, and he was sure it wouldn't be much longer before his cock would be spurting. "Give it to me, Teddy," he whispered into the smaller boy's ear. "Blow your load for all the boys. They're all so horny watching me wank you." Forcing his eyes open again, he now saw hands stuck down into pants among the boys on the floor. Wanting to be as sexual as possible, he spread his legs far apart, to be as visible as possible. Though he'd been terrified at the beginning of class that day, now he wanted everyone to look at his naked body. He wished he was on a turning platform so that every inch of his naked body would be on display. He wished the entire class could be on the stage, all their hands touching him, feeling him. His mind began to overload, and he was no longer able to resist the pressure growing in his groin. Paul pulled Teddy closer by his bum, until their moving hands were touching. "Let go of my cock,Teddy," he whispered. When Teddy removed his hand, Paul crouched a bit and took both of their hard cocks in his own hand. Both boys now moaned as their stiff penises pressed against one another. His hands now free, Teddy reached behind Paul and grasped both his buttocks. "Oh, fuck!" Paul shouted, thrusting his hips forward. "I'm cummin'. I'm cummin'!" He released their cocks , reached behind Teddy and pulled him in tightly, grinding their dicks together. Pumping his hips, he shot again and again, his balls tightening more with each thrust. Soon, he was dry humping, and he drew his sensitive cock away from Teddy's. "That was brilliant, little guy," he said, unable to resist leaning in and Kissing Teddy on the cheek. "Must have felt cool," Teddy nodded. "You were almost screaming." Paul suddenly recalled that his young partner had not yet finished. "Hey, Teddy," he said, feeling suddenly naughty, "Wanna really put on a show for the boys?" Teddy giggled and nodded. "Good," Paul smiled and turned Teddy so he faced the class. Then he stood behind him, reached around and started stroking him again. Teddy, either playing along or feeling very sexy, raised his arms and crossed them behind his head while thrusting his hips forward. As much as he was enjoying being where he was, Paul wouldn't have minded seeing the view from the front, either. "Spread your legs more," he whispered into Teddy's ear. When he had done so, Paul reached down with his left hand and stuck his middle finger in Paul's bum crack. He slid down until he found Teddy' tight hole and applied pressure. Teddy expelled a high pitched moan, and followed it with what could only be called whimpers, which continued with each rapid exhale. Paul sped up his wanking and continued to stroke and tickle Teddy's sensitive arsehole. "Oh my. Oh my!" Teddy shouted. Paul could feel his small cock beginning to throb, and knew he'd brought his partner to a climax. Teddy thrust his hips even further forward, and Paul felt something warm and slimly drip over his fingers. He continued giving Teddy slow strokes to milk him completely, stopping when Teddy leaned back into him, breathing heavily. Looking back over his shoulder, Paul stepped backwards, pulling Teddy with him, until his legs touched the back of a chair. He sat and pulled Teddy into his lap, letting the young boy rest his head on his chest. Meanwhile, the twins were still hard at it, and the attention of the class was soon focused solely on them. Paul took the opportunity to whisper in Teddy's ear, "So, did you like that, Teddy?" "Fuck yeah," Teddy leaned back and whispered. "Language, young man," Paul scolded. "I'll put you over my knee and spank your bare bum if you keep that up." Teddy smiled cheekily and whispered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Paul chuckled. "You're naughty, but your bloody brilliant." "You, too," Teddy purred, leaning his head back onto Paul's shoulder. "I really like you." Before Paul could whisper a response, Terry Etheridge let out a long moan, obviously in the throes of a powerful orgasm. It was five seconds later that Cory made a similar sound, and the final few strokes the brothers gave one another were accompanied by squishing sounds, both their hands apparently covered with each other's spunk. "That was excellent, boys," Prof. Parker said as Cory and Terry both dropped into separate chairs. "Did everyone note see difference in the emission from the older and younger boy?" he asked the clothed members of the class, as he climbed up onto the stage. "Aside from the difference in color, note that the volume of Mr Connor's was at least three times that of Mr Pendleton's. Note also with how much more force Mr Connor's was ejected. This is to be expected, considering the difference in their ages." Paul opened his eyes more and saw looks of shock and unmistakable lust on the faces of his classmates. Between their stares and the pressure of Teddy's firm bum in his lap, Paul found himself stiffening once more, glad that Teddy was there to hide the evidence of his renewed arousal. Unfortunately, he was not to enjoy that shield for long. "Mr Pendleton," the professor said, pulling the fourth chair forward, "would you please climb down from Mr Connor and have a seat here." Teddy wiggled his butt a bit before sliding off Paul's lap. "Bloody hell" he heard someone on the floor exclaim, "Connor's hard again!" "Yes, thank you for your keen observation, Mr Lewis," Prof. Parker said, "Again I would remind you to use the proper terms. Mr Connor has indeed achieved another erection. It makes the point that how, when young, one's sexual stamina is rather extraordinary. As they age, most men do not recover quite so quickly, and sometimes even need to sleep before they can enjoy more activity." The professor offered a container of pre-moistened towelettes. All the boys took a few and began wiping traces of cum from their hands and crotches. Paul hissed as the cool towel touched the tip of his sensitive dick, causing it to get harder and Teddy to chuckle a bit. "Now, while our volunteers clean up a bit," the master said, "we need to prepare for our next lesson. Next time one subject will be sufficient. Mr Williams, will you hand me the bowl, please?" Jimmy Williams walked to the professor's desk, retrieved the bowl filled with strips of paper and handed it to the master. "I think we'll let Mr Pendleton draw the name." He held the bowl out to Teddy, who reached in a drew a slip. "Read the name for us, please, Mr Pendleton." "Peter Wilson," Teddy read aloud. "Very well," the professor said. "Mr Wilson, could you please stop and see me here tomorrow at 1:30? I will help you prepare for Wednesday's presentation." He then told the boys on the stage that, if they had sufficiently cleaned themselves, they may dress. Paul felt oddly reluctant to put his clothes on now that he had been naked and on display for more than an hour and a half. Nevertheless, he began to dress, as did the other three boys. He and Teddy kept sharing shy glances as they dressed, and Paul couldn't wait to get the boy alone. He felt that there had been something more than simple friendship in the way Teddy had said that he liked him, and hoped that they might be able to repeat the day's performance in a more private setting, and do more besides. And, of course, there was still a spanking to be administered.