Date: Wed, 23 May 2018 16:47:00 -0400
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter Five - Yank's Summer Holiday's, Part One

Professor Parker's Health Class - Chapter 5

"Yank's Summer Holiday, Part One"

Chesterton Academy and Professor Parker's Health class are purely the stuff
of fantasy.

Author's notes: Now that the weather has warmed and the summer months
descend upon us, I thought I would follow Chesterton Academy's sole
American student home for the summer hols.  I know I skipped a few lessons,
but I plan to revisit them soon, including the one I refer to in this
installment, concerning foreskins, and the lack thereof.  Anyway, I hope
you enjoy Daniel's first night home, sharing some of what he's learned at
Chesterton with his very dearest friend.

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Yank's Summer Holiday, Part One

	"Please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full
upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all
carry-on luggage is stowed beneath the seat in front of you or in the
overhead bins.  Thank you."

	Daniel "Yank" Nelson removed his ear pods, yawned, and stretched as
much as the confined space of his narrow airline seat would allow.  He
glanced out the window, but saw no particular landmarks that would identify
his hometown.  But he'd been on enough aircraft to know that he probably
wouldn't recognize anything on the ground until the plane had descended
several more thousand feet, and then he still wouldn't be able to tell
north from south.

	Stuffing his iPad into his backpack and stowing it under the seat
in front of him, Daniel raised his seat back and tightened his seatbelt.
He was already unconsciously gripping the arm rests as he felt that weird
sense of slight weightlessness as the plane lost altitude on its final
approach.  He didn't mind flying, but he was always uncomfortable with take
offs and landings.  He had no idea how a pilot could safely land tons of
metal, passengers and luggage without all of it being reduced to a twisted,
burning mass on the tarmac.

	Soon enough, however, Daniel felt the bump of the rear wheels
touching down without incident.  He held his breath for a moment until he
felt the plane rotate and heard the front wheels squeal for a moment as
they met the runway.  For Daniel, it was always the first moment that he
felt sure he would survive the flight, though he always felt better when
the plane turned off the runway and began to make its way to the arrival
gate.

	Since he'd enjoyed a window seat, Daniel waited until most of the
other passengers passed by before he retrieved his backpack and moved into
the aisle.  Knowing he'd reach the baggage claim before his luggage, he saw
no reason to join the people who seemed downright desperate to exit the
aircraft.  He smiled and nodded to the flight attendants as they wished him
a good day, knowing it was likely the last time he'd hear a British accent
until the end of August, at least in person and not on TV.  He found the
thought just a bit disheartening.

	Though happy to be home, he already found himself missing his
friends at Chesterton Academy for Gifted Youth.  He could hardly wrap his
mind around everything that he had learned and experienced in his first
year in what must be one of the most unique boarding schools in all of
England, if not the world.  Dozens of individual moments, each more
unbelievable than the last, crossed his mind so quickly that he began to
feel as if the past ten months might have been just one long dream.  He had
to admit, though, that his mind could never have conjured such experiences
before he'd actually experienced them, which affirmed for Daniel that it
was no dream, that it had all really happened.

	Standing at the baggage carousel, Daniel found it strange to hear
nothing but American accents all around him.  He had been, after all, the
only American at Chesterton, or as most of the other boys put it, the only
non-Brit.  By his second day there, he had tagged with the nickname "The
Yank," which soon was simplified to "Yank." Over ten months he'd grown
accustomed to nothing but British accents.  About half way through the
school year, he'd even begun to recognize the various regional differences
between boys from the West country or from "oop North," from Wales or
Sussex, from Liverpool or London.  He'd heard everything from stiff, formal
pronunciations to off the cuff Cockney rhyming slang, which gave evidence
to the fact that the boys at Chesterton had been culled from the length and
breath of Britain, not based on wealth or status, but rather on their
academic acumen which, for the school administration, superseded class.

	Daniel was the first American boy admitted to the school ever since
its establishment somewhere during the nineteenth century.  The board of
governors had, apparently, considered the possibility that the school could
benefit from the admission of a few international students, and so Daniel
was the third such student admitted in as many years.  In the year ahead of
his was a boy from India, while the very first Chesterton "international
student," now in his third year, was from Canada.  Since he was the first
test case, perhaps the powers-that-be decided it would be safest to enroll
a subject of Her Britannic Majesty, although to hear the Canadian boy tell
it, she was little more to him than a face on a coin.

	"Daniel, I want you to understand what a rare and special
opportunity this is," his father had told him when he'd been accepted.
"Chesterton Academy in a very special school for very special boys.  You'll
be the first American ever admitted, and so you're sort of a representative
of your country while you're there."  His father had learned of Chesterton
through his business contacts in London, who had also told him of an
opening for a foreign student.  Though it was Daniel's own academic record
that secured him the position, it was his father's influence that brought
him to the school administrators' attention.

	At first, Daniel wasn't sure that he wanted to study abroad, since
it meant leaving behind his home, family, lifelong friends and familiar
surroundings.  Still, as the idea began to take hold, he grew increasingly
excited about the chance to live in another country, away from his parents.
He loved them, of course, but he looked forward to a bit more independence,
even though living in a boarding school instead of at home made him a bit
apprehensive.  Now having one year under his belt, Daniel was happy he'd
agreed.

	Daniel's mother had bid him a tearful farewell before he'd boarded
the plane bound for England.  She had told him, "It won't be like it is
here, Daniel.  They have... different ways of doing things over there."
Little did Daniel know at the time that, by then, his parents had been
informed of, and had agreed to, all the requirements for boys admitted to
Chesterton.  If they hadn't, he wouldn't have even been at the airport.
Thinking back on it, he wondered if his mother's stilted, and somewhat
cryptic, caution had anything to do with the waiver she'd signed regarding
Professor Parker's health class.  He still wondered if his parents really
knew what they'd agreed to at the time.  He wondered, as well, why they had
never mentioned to him that he would have no choice but to submit to
standing naked as nature in front of his classmates and a school master.

	A loud buzzer shook Daniel from his revelry.  The carousel began to
revolve as baggage slid down the metal chute.  Unlike most of his fellow
passengers, Daniel hung back, allowing the crowd to thin out a bit before
stepping forward.  The bulk of his belongings had been shipped to his home,
so he only had one large wheeled suitcase in addition to his backpack.
Having retrieved it from the carousel, Daniel extended the handle and
pulled it behind him as he made his way to the exit.  Because both his
mother and father had to work that day, they had arranged for a car to pick
him up.  Near the exit doors, Daniel saw a man holding a sign bearing his
name.  Once he identified himself, the man took his suitcase and led him
outside to the curb, where a black sedan was waiting.  His suitcase was
stowed in the trunk, and soon Daniel was on his way home.

	Fortunately the driver seemed none too interested in engaging a
fifteen year old boy in conversation, and so Daniel was free to resume his
reflections on the past year.  He felt very different than the somewhat
trepidatious fourteen year old who had left Columbus, Ohio in August.  At
the same time he wondered if much had changed since he'd been away.  He
thought about his friends, and how much they might have grown, or how much
they might have learned.  He thought about Charlie, his single best friend,
whom he'd known since the first grade, and with whom he'd kept up regular
contact, mostly through Skype and emails.  He'd told Charlie about the many
new experiences he'd had, though he had left out most of the more
transformative... and lurid.

	Daniel felt a pleasant chill as he thought about everything he'd
learned about sexuality, and about the various boys who had helped advance
that particular aspect of his education.  There was, of course, no
restriction placed on the boys about revealing what took place in any of
their classes.  He wondered what Charlie would say if he told him about the
lessons in Health Class.  He tried to imagine what his best friend's
reaction would be if he were to tell him about how four totally naked boys
had jerked each other off to completion in full view of their classmates.
Daniel wasn't sure Charlie would even believe him if he spoke of the lesson
regarding prostate examinations, and how he and his classmates had inserted
their latex gloved fingers into the asses of two boys, splayed naked on
strange padded contraptions.

	Then of course there was the story of Daniel's own moment standing
naked on Professor Parker's stage.  He'd been specifically chosen for the
class because, like many American boys, he was circumcised.  He was, in
fact, one of only two circumcised boys in the entire first year class.
Since the other foreskin-less boy had already "done his duty" during the
prostate exam lesson, Daniel was called upon to display his erect cock,
sans foreskin, aside three uncut British boys.

	Each of his fellow models had been chosen due to variations of
their foreskins.  The other boys in the class were instructed to step up
close to the stage so they could see the differences.  The three
uncircumcised boys ranged from a short skin that slid back on his erect
penis, completely revealing the head, to another whose foreskin would not
slide back at all.  The last became the primary focus for the latter part
of the class as Professor Parker explained how some boys' foreskins remain
quite tight.  He then instructed the class on various techniques for
stretching the foreskin, while the boy on stage demonstrated, including the
application of a lotion to make the procedure more comfortable.

	Daniel could feel a desire growing within himself to tell Charlie
about Professor Parker's lessons, primarily because he imagined his stories
having the same effect on his friend as the lessons seemed to have on his
classmates.  Though he, and most of the boys, had begun experimenting with
one another, and indulging in shower room circle jerks, fairly early on in
the school year, it wasn't until after lesson 16 that even the most
reticent boys had abandoned any remaining inhibitions, and instead given
themselves over to the pleasures to be afforded by participating in sex
play with the rest of the boys.  As they learned more in Health Class, the
boys became freer with their desires, and increasingly less discrete.

	Daniel had also entered into something of a relationship with a boy
named Thomas, towards whom he'd felt an attraction since his first day at
Chesterton.  He knew why immediately.  Thomas had dark black hair, which he
wore rather long, just like his best hometown friend Charlie Moore.  He was
a good six inches shorter than Daniel, just like Charlie.  He had what
Daniel considered a cute nose that turned up at the end... just like
Charlie.  In other words, Daniel fell for Thomas because he had fallen for
Charlie some three years earlier, before he really knew anything about sex.

	Daniel had no doubt it was Thomas' resemblance to Charlie that
excited him so much when Thomas asked if he and Daniel could try sucking
each other's cocks.  Though Charlie was circumcised and Thomas was not, he
didn't think twice about taking him up on the offer.  After that first time
in the sport field changing room, the two boys regularly engaged in hand
jobs and blow jobs, usually in private, but occasionally even in the dorm
room, if others were similarly engaged.  Normally seeing 12 year old Teddy
sucking or getting sucked by his boyfriend Paul was enough to get a number
of the boys going, Daniel and Thomas included.

	Then Teddy, much to Paul's embarrassment, began telling everyone
how he had been deflowered by the older boy, and how they regularly visited
the old classroom where the strange racks, upon which two boys had knelt to
have fingers stuck into their asses, were stored.  After Teddy's
revelation, it became clear that many other boys had also found the devices
helpful as more and more of them discovered the addictive pleasures of anal
sex.  After they had fingered each other dozens of times, Daniel and Thomas
determined that they were both ready to give bum fucking a try.

	Late one Friday night they made their way to the disused classroom
that, by then, everyone knew how to find.  They hadn't taken two steps
inside before they began hearing noises from the back of the room.  They
navigated through the desks, chairs and tables that littered the room,
finally finding one of devices they sought already occupied by one boy,
while another stood behind him, his hips moving forward and back.  Neither
boy seemed concerned about remaining quiet, their coupling accompanied by
the sound of creaking wood and loud moans.  Before Daniel and Thomas had a
chance to turn and leave, the standing boy announced his denouement,
pushing deeply and slowly, obviously experiencing a strong climax.

	It turned out that the standing boy was a second year student,
while the kneeling boy was a first year classmate of Daniel and Thomas
called Niles.  Neither he nor the older boy seemed the least disturbed upon
realizing they'd been watched.  They simply dressed, chatting casually,
then said they would get out of the way, bidding their goodbyes.  Once
they'd left, Daniel and Thomas stripped naked, and Daniel knelt on the
cushions, allowing Thomas to lube him well and then fuck him for the first
time.  All through his first time, Daniel, rather ungallantly, imagined he
was being fucked by his hometown friend Charlie.  He continued to fantasize
about being with Charlie later, as he thrust his stiff member into Thomas'
ass.

	Daniel's memories were once again interrupted when he noticed the
car was turning off the freeway at the Worthington exit.  He'd be home
within minutes.  By the second week of June, all the trees were covered in
new, bright green, leaves.  The sun shone brightly as the car turned into
the upscale housing neighborhood where he lived.  Everything seemed at once
familiar and yet new, as if he was seeing it all with new eyes.  He knew
every house they passed from years of biking around the neighborhood with
his friends, and yet still everything had a aura of newness, as if
everything had been freshly painted or washed.

	As the car pulled into the driveway of his house, he noticed in
passing that some of the neighbors' driveways on either side looked
unusually full of vehicles, especially at mid-afternoon on a Friday.
Dismissing the thought, Daniel pulled his keychain from his pocket.
Knowing neither of of his parents would be home yet, he knew he'd need to
let himself into the house.  The driver took Daniel's suitcase from the
trunk and, without asking, simply pulled it up the driveway to the front
door of the house, Daniel following behind.  When they reached the porch,
Daniel unlocked the door, stepping aside to allow the driver to pull his
suitcase inside, and then stepped in himself.

	"Surprise!"  Daniel stood stunned, blinking into what seemed a
darkened house after the bright sunshine outside.  Soon, however, he was
able to see a fairly large group of people, all smiling and laughing while
focused on him.  Though his eyes quickly adjusted to the indoor lighting,
Daniel was no less stunned by the crowd that greeted him.  His was
surprised to first identify his mother and father, both of whom had told
him they would be at work.  Then he saw his grandmothers and his one
surviving grandfather, along with a number of aunts and uncles.  He also
saw some of the people from the neighborhood, including those who lived in
the houses on either side.

	Off to one side, Daniel saw a group of his friends, no doubt
invited by his parents, to the surprise party.  It made sense since most of
their parents had also been invited.  Glancing at the flat screen TV above
the fireplace, he saw the words, "Welcome Home, Daniel!" scrolling past
repeatedly.  Everyone seemed to be talking at once as his parents stepped
up and embraced and kissed him.  Soon his other relatives had their turns,
and then his friends approached, welcoming him home with high fives and
fist bumps.

	Charlie had hung back until last.  When he did step up, he pulled
Daniel into a tight hug.  "Welcome home, Danny," he said quietly.  No one
but Charlie ever called him "Danny," at least not more than once.  "I
really missed you, dude."

	"Missed you, too," Daniel replied, forbidding himself to read
anything into Charlie's embrace, or the tone of his greeting, beyond
friendship, while at the same time trying to convey in three little words
all that Charlie meant to him.  After a few moments, Daniel became aware
that their embrace was going on a bit long, even longer than those he'd
shared with his parents, and so he pulled away while placing his hands on
Charlie's shoulders and pushing him back.  Charlie seemed curiously
reluctant to end the hug, but Daniel smiled at him after they separated,
looking him the eye and hoping Charlie would know how important his
friendship was to him.  "I've got so much to tell you."

	Soon the entire crowd were gathered on the large back patio, where
the smell of barbecuing meat made everyone's mouths water.  The adults
drank their beer and cocktails, while Daniel and his friends drank sodas,
chatting and joking with each other.  Had the temperature been a bit
higher, it probably would have become a pool party.  But while 72 ° was
sufficient for an outdoor gathering, it was a bit too cool for a swim.
Daniel found it disappointing, as he wouldn't have minded seeing how his
friends' bodies might have developed since they'd all last been shirtless
together.

	Becoming aware that he'd not visited a restroom since somewhere
over the North Atlantic, Daniel told his friends he needed a piss.  "I'll
come with you," Charlie said quickly.

	"Geez, Charlie," their friend Andy snorted, "ya gonna hold it for
him, too?"  Charlie turned and surreptitiously flipped Andy the bird,
before he and Daniel made their way into the house.

	"You go ahead and use this one," Daniel said to Charlie, waving his
hand toward the powder room off the kitchen.  "I'll go upstairs.  Wait for
me.  I won't be long."

	"Yeah, but you wish you were long," Charlie replied via a very
well-worn joke among their group of friends as he headed into the bathroom.
Daniel ran up the stairs to his own room, which had it's own bathroom.  His
bedroom seemed very clean and orderly, not at all like it would have
appeared had he been living in it for the last ten months.  It seemed his
mother had redecorated a bit, as he recognized neither the drapes nor the
matching bedspread and pillow shams.  Pillow shams?  What the hell? It
wasn't bad, but probably not what Daniel would have chosen for himself.
There was even a dust ruffle, which his bed had never had before.

	Though he had no idea when or how it had happened, he noticed his
suitcase and backpack had both found their way into his room.  He saw
nothing of the luggage that had been shipped home some days before, but he
supposed his parents would tell him where the rest of his belongings had
been stored.  Daniel went into the bathroom and relieved his rather full
bladder, and then ran back down the stairs to find Charlie waiting for him
at the patio door.

	"What took so long?" Charlie asked.  "Were you jackin' off up
there, or what?"

	"No way," Daniel replied, smiling.  "That would have taken a lot
longer."  Then, feeling like playing, he added, "Besides, if I wanted to
cum I would've just let you blow me."

	It was pretty typical dialog for Daniel and just about any of his
friends.  It didn't mean anything, nor had it ever.  After the past year,
however, Daniel found he couldn't engage in such banter without images of
the suggested activity intruding into his conscious mind.  All he had to do
now was replace the memory of Thomas' head bobbing in his crotch with a
picture of Charlie slurping on his hard cock, while he writhed in pleasure.
Daniel became aware of an increased pressure in his pants as his cock
responded to the undeniably enticing idea.  As Charlie turned to step
outside, Daniel quickly stuck a hand into his pocket to direct his cock
upward to a less painful position.

	Soon the more conventional atmosphere of the gathering allowed
Daniel's arousal to subside, as he answered questions from his family and
friends about what life was like in England.  Since most of the inquiries
came from his relatives, he found it easy to omit some of the more
stimulating aspects of life in a boarding school that harbored so many
hormonal teenaged boys.  He spoke of the sights he'd seen in England, and
of the trips he and his classmates had taken through the Chunnel to France,
and how he'd enjoyed his visit to Paris.

	It was close to 7:00 PM by the time everyone had eaten, and soon
most of the adults were contentedly lounging on patio chairs and chaises,
while Daniel and his friends, having removed their shoes and socks, sat on
the edge of the pool, dangling their feet in the water.  The boys filled
him in on their own experiences in tenth grade, complaining about this or
that teacher, and sharing stories of other students who would have been
Daniel's classmates had he remained at home.  By 8:30, Daniel found himself
yawning extravagantly, not from boredom, but because he had been up very
early that morning to prepare for his trip home.

	"I think Daniel's had enough for today," he heard his father
announce to the crowd.  "I think he'll be going to bed a bit early
tonight."  The proclamation had an immediate effect, and soon his relatives
were all wishing everyone a good evening, and making their way to their
cars, parked in the neighbors' driveways so as not to spoil the surprise.
Daniel's friends, most of whose parents were also at the party, left with
them, while a few others went to retrieve their bikes from the garage and
peddle off home.  Soon enough, the only people left were Daniel's parents,
his father's mother, Charlie and Daniel himself.

	Not that he wanted to see him go, but Daniel couldn't help but be
curious, and asked Charlie, "How're you getting home?  Did you bring your
bike?"  He knew this wasn't likely, since Charlie lived in a different
plan.  The very busy four lane road he'd need to travel along to get home
didn't really lend itself to bicycle traffic.

	"Home?" Charlie smiled.  "I'm not going home.  I'm staying here."

	"Here?  Really?" Daniel asked.

	"I'm sorry, honey, I forgot to tell you," Daniel's mother broke in.
"Charlie's parents had to go out of town for a wedding.  That's why they
couldn't come to the party.  They asked if Charlie could stay with us for
the weekend, and they would pick him up sometime Sunday evening.  We didn't
think you'd mind."

	Daniel felt his heart leap in his chest.  If he could have
contrived a way to do it, he would have asked Charlie to spend the night.
Still he had figured that, with just over two months of summer at home, he
could have found another night for Charlie to stay.  Now he didn't have to
wait, and Charlie would be staying until Sunday night.

	"No, I don't mind," Daniel smiled.  "Long as he doesn't snore too
loud."

	"He could stay in my den," Daniel's father offered.

	"No!" Daniel replied, a bit more quickly and vociferously than he
had intended.  "Really, I was only kiddin'.  He can stay in my room."
There was nothing unusual about this.  The boys had slept in each other's
rooms countless times since they'd been very young children.

	Though Daniel offered, his parents would not allow him to help
clean up around the party debris, saying that they knew he must be tired,
and would probably like to unpack before going to bed.  His mother told him
that she'd put away everything that had been shipped home earlier, but that
he might want to rearrange things.

	Now that they'd reminded him, Daniel became aware of just how worn
out he was feeling.  He'd had to wake up at 5:00 AM, England time, to
ensure he'd catch his 9:00 AM flight.  He'd landed around 2:00 PM local
time, which Daniel's watch, and mind, still told him was actually 7:00 PM.
It was another hour by the time he'd made it home to be surprised by the
unexpected gathering of family and friends, which had lasted over five and
a half hours.  By now it would be nearly 2:00 AM in England, meaning he'd
been awake for almost twenty-one straight hours, save the few cat naps he'd
managed on the plane.  Though the sky was still quite bright in Columbus,
the sun having not quite set yet, Daniel thought that going to bed sounded
like a good idea.

	"Why don't you and Charlie go upstairs and get settled," his mother
said kindly.  "We'll take care of things here."

	"Yeah, but don't get used to it," his father growled in a faux
warning.  "I don't want you to get the idea you'll just be loungin' around
all summer."  Laughing, Daniel led the way upstairs to his bedroom with
Charlie, who was carrying a duffel bag, in his wake.

	"Damn, it's clean in here," Charlie snorted as he entered the room.
"Can tell you've been away."

	"Bet yours is a mess, ya slob," Daniel countered, toeing off his
sneakers.

	"And I'll bet yours will look worse than mine in two days," Charlie
retorted.

	"On the contrary," Daniel answered, affecting a British accent,
"I've learned to keep my environment neat and orderly, in proper British
fashion."

	"I knew it," Charlie said, shaking his head.  "I knew you'd come
back all hoity-toity."

	"Not hoity-toity," Daniel smiled.  "I'm just more mature than you."

	The banter between the two boys continued as Daniel unpacked his
suitcase.  Once everything had been put away, Daniel said, "I'm really
wiped out, Charlie.  I'm gonna have a quick shower and get to bed."
	"Go fer it," Charlie mumbled, planting himself in front of Daniel's
computer.  "Is your Netflix password still the same?"

	"No," Daniel replied.  "I changed it to 12inchmonstercock.  All one
word."

	"Uh huh," Charlie groaned.  "So it's still your birthday backwards,
yeah?"

	"Yep," Daniel said over his shoulder as he stepped into his
bathroom and closed the door.  He stripped off his clothes, tossed them
into the hamper, adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the
shower.  It had been so long since he'd been in a shower alone.  Perhaps it
was his own fatigue combined with the lack of visual stimulation that
prevented him from becoming erect, even as he soaped up his cock.  He was
becoming increasingly aware of how tired he was as even these familiar
surroundings began to look curiously surrealistic.  Rinsing off all soap
and shampoo, Daniel stepped out of the shower and rubbed himself dry with
the large, fluffy bath towel his mother must have purchased during his
British sojourn.  Still rubbing his wet hair with the towel, Daniel opened
the door and walked out into his bedroom.

	"Dude!" Charlie exclaimed.

	"What?" Daniel asked.

	"What?  You're freakin' naked, that's what!" Charlie replied.
Until he'd said it, Daniel hadn't thought twice about it.  He'd grown so
accustomed to being nude around other boys, to walking from the showers to
his bed without even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist, that it
never occurred to him to do so now.  Charlie, however, was clearly not
accustomed to any such thing.

	Daniel wasn't exactly sure how to handle the moment.  Even his
sleep-deprived brain noticed that Charlie wasn't trying very hard to avert
his gaze, and he felt fairly certain that his friend's eyes kept flicking
downward, checking out his exposed cock and balls.  Despite their near
lifelong friendship, Daniel could probably count on less than all his
fingers the number of times he and Charlie had seen each other totally
naked for more than a few seconds.  When Charlie came to swim, he normally
arrived wearing his trunks, or went into the bathroom to change.  Whenever
they slept over at each other's houses, they would take turns showering,
and neither would leave the bathroom until they were at least wearing
underwear.

	Still, any shame Daniel had ever felt about his naked body had long
since been stripped away, and considering it was his room, he decided it
was up to Charlie to get used to seeing him in the nude, rather than
feeling he should cover himself for his friend's comfort.  He hung the damp
towel over his shoulders, leaving the rest of his body on display.  He was,
however, willing to offer his friend some explanation.

	"Oh, sorry if I scared you," Daniel chuckled.  "I'm just used to
being naked with other guys around.  Nobody at school bothers covering up
after a shower.  Most of us even sleep naked."  He wasn't sure what effect
the last statement might have on Charlie, but he couldn't deny it might at
least begin to lead his friend to the conclusion that he, too, could be
comfortable allowing Daniel to see him in the nude as well.

	"Seriously?" Charlie asked, his wide eyes still stealing the
occasional glance downward.  "You all walk around naked?"

	"No," Daniel snorted.  "We don't all `walk around naked.'  We just
don't get dressed to go from the shower to our beds.  It's only in the
dorm.  It's not like we go to classes naked."  Before he could edit his
thoughts, he added, "Well, except for Health Class."

	The resulting silence suddenly filled the room, and Daniel felt
Charlie's eyes burning into his own like a pair of lasers.  He did his best
not to let his face betray his panic at having spoken that final sentence.
He had, actually, fully intended to tell Charlie about Professor Parker's
lessons.  Eventually.  He'd had no plans to do so in that moment, however,
or any time that evening.  Hoping he might be able to desensitize the
moment, he turned his naked behind to Charlie, walked over to his dresser,
and began to comb his damp hair.

	"Whaddya mean, `except for Health Class?'" Charlie asked, clearly
not to be deterred.

	"Nuthin," Daniel replied, pretty sure that his friend wasn't going
to be satisfied with such a lame to put him off.

	"What, are you naked in Health Class?" Charlie asked, his voice
having risen an octave.

	"No," Daniel sighed, turning around to face Charlie.  It was clear
that he wasn't going to be able to dissuade Charlie from asking questions.
Plus he was encouraged by the look on his friend's face, a look of
eagerness to hear whatever story might explain what Daniel had said.  "Not
everyone, and not all the time."

	That having been said, Daniel decided to share his experiences in
Professor Parker's Health Class.  He explained how the first half of the
year had been fairly boring.  Then, as he reached the lessons which had
featured nude life models, Charlie's eyes widened.  They grew even wider as
Daniel described the boys displaying their erections while having their
balls fondled by the rest of the class, and then masturbating each other
until they came in full view of the other first years.  Charlie's breathing
grew shallow as Daniel described the lesson on how to apply a condom, and
how the entire class had had to drop their pants to practice.  He almost
stopped breathing completely as Daniel spoke about having inserted his
finger into another boy's ass to locate his prostate.

	Then, when Daniel described the lesson in which he himself had
stood before the class in his all-together, his erect dick displayed along
with three others, he once again saw Charlie's eyes flick down toward his
crotch.  Even now Daniel remained flaccid, though he felt that much more
attention on Charlie's part might change that.  It became more of a
possibility as he saw Charlie reach into his lap and reposition things in
his pants.

	"Well," Daniel said casually, pretty sure that he had adequately
shocked Charlie, and had perhaps aroused him, "You gonna get a shower, or
what?"

	"Huh?" Charlie said, looking up. "Oh, yeah, I guess."  Daniel
smiled inwardly, pleased at the effect his narrative had had.

	"Here," Daniel said, tossing his damp towel to Charlie.  "Thrown
this into the hamper for me, will ya?"  He stepped back over the the
dresser and made a show of applying stick deodorant to his arm pits.  He
watched in the mirror as Charlie stood up, holding the damp towel in front
of him while stealing a glance at Daniel's ass.  He bent to open his
duffel, probably taking out clean underwear to put on after his shower.
Without a word, he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

	 At that point a thought crossed Daniel's mind.  Since the bathroom
served only his bedroom, there was no lock on the door, so he considered
waiting a few minutes and then trying to see if he could catch Charlie
beating off in the shower.  As appealing as the idea was, he thought it
would make him a bad host.  Speaking of which, he thought that maybe he
should slip on some underwear to make Charlie more comfortable sharing a
bed.  On the other hand, he thought of maybe playing with himself to insure
that, when Charlie came out of the bathroom, he'd be displaying a full on
erection for his friend's viewing pleasure.

	In the end, he simply decided to push the bed covers down to the
foot of the bed and to lie simply lie there naked, his ankles crossed,
while he busied himself with his iPad.  It was, after all, his room, and he
thought he should be free to sleep in the nude if he so chose.  He supposed
Charlie might ask him to put something on, at which point he'd probably
acquiesce, though reluctantly, in a spirit of hospitality.  At any rate, he
wouldn't do so unless he was asked to.

	It was a fairly long time before Daniel heard the shower shut off,
and he felt certain that Charlie had been satisfying himself.  Just as that
thought began send blood to predictable locations, the bathroom door
opened, and Charlie appeared wearing a pair of boxer shorts.  He stopped
for a moment, obviously surprised to see Daniel lying there still naked,
but then quickly stepped over to his duffel, stuffing his worn clothes
inside, and pulling out a can of deodorant.  After spraying some into his
pits, he returned the can and turned back towards the bed.

	"You... uh..." Charlie started slowly, "you gonna sleep like that?"

	"Like what?" Daniel asked, affecting an innocent tone.

	"Naked like that," Charlie huffed.

	"Oh," Daniel replied, acting surprised.  "Yeah, I planned to.  That
a problem?"  Charlie blushed a bit, and he was clearly considering his
answer.

	"Guess not," he shrugged, failing extravagantly to appear casual.
"I'm not, though."

	"Fine with me," Daniel shrugged back.  Still unable to stop himself
from the attempt, he added, "I probably wouldn't either if mine was tiny
like yours."

	"Fuck you, nudie boy," Charlie snarled, stepping to the other side
of the bed and climbing in.  "Geez, it's so early.  I don't know if I'll be
able to fall asleep yet."

	"I'm gonna be asleep in like five seconds," Daniel yawned.  He
stretched his arms upwards, closed his eyes and locked his fingers behind
his head.  With the bedclothes still gathered at the bottom of the bed, he
was placing himself fully on display, should Charlie care to look.  Feeling
the bed move, he looked to his left and saw Charlie sitting up.

	"Definitely too early for me," Charlie groaned.  "Mind if I play on
your computer for a while?"

	"Whatever, dude," Daniel yawned again, resting his arms over his
middle.  He watched Charlie walk over to the desk and sit down.  Finally
fatigue overtook him, and his last conscious thought, as he glanced down at
himself, was that he was semi-erect.  The rest was darkness.

*************

	Daniel opened his eyes, feeling rested but disoriented.  To begin
with it was dark, and what he could see looked unfamiliar.  It took a few
moments before he remembered that he was in his own bed at home.  Looking
down the length of his nude body, he noticed he had a very stiff cock.  He
automatically reached down and grasped it in his right hand, stroking it
slowly.  As he did so, he searched his mind for a fantasy to help bring
himself to an enjoyable climax (as if there was any other kind).  As
happened most often, he began to envision his friend Charlie naked beside
him.

	Suddenly, the rest of the previous day rushed upon his mind, and he
stopped stroking himself.  He slowly turned his head to the left and, in
the darkness, could just make out the form of his best friend lying beside
him, lit softly by the light of the moon shining through the window.
Charlie was lying on his left side, the sheet pushed down to his waist.

	Looking over his friend's body, Daniel could see the sky outside
was just beginning to grow a dark blue ahead of the dawn.  He looked to his
right and the bedside clock.  It was just past 5:00 AM.  He'd had a full
eight hours sleep, and so was sure he wouldn't be able to fall asleep
again.  Still almost painfully stiff, he wondered if he could jerk himself
off without Charlie waking up.  He supposed he could, but he had nothing to
hand with which to clean himself afterwards.  As he considered getting up
and going into the bathroom, there was a sudden movement, and he turned to
see Charlie rolling onto his back.

	As Charlie shifted, the sheet covering his lower body slid a bit
further down.  Daniel could now clearly see his friend's hipbones rising on
either side of his crotch.  It was another moment before he realized that
Charlie's boxers should have been covering those hips.  It was another
moment before he looked a little further down and saw that the sheet
covering Charlie's junk was tented up.  Though it was possible that his
cock could be sticking up in his boxers and still lift the sheet, Daniel
began to wonder if Charlie had stripped off during the night.

	He glanced back up at Charlie's face.  The boy gave no indication
of wakefulness.  Feeling horny and curious, Daniel just had to take the
chance to see his best friend's erection.  He slowly reached over, taking
hold of the edge of the sheet, and lifted it up off of Charlie's skin.
Then he drew it downward.  As soon as he saw a hint of black pubic hair,
Daniel knew that his friend was naked beneath the sheet.  Making sure to
lift it high enough, Daniel uncovered Charlie's hard cock and hairless
balls.

	Despite his earlier joke, Daniel could easily see in the dim light
that Charlie's dick was every bit as long as his own.  It was nice to
finally see another circumcised boy, and he immediately knew he wanted to
take Charlie into his mouth.  He wouldn't dare, of course, but he still
longed for some contact.  Once more checking Charlie's face for any sign of
consciousness, he reached over and gently touched Charlie's cock.

	Encouraged when Charlie's breathing remained regular, he began to
explore, feeling his friend's balls.  He reached beneath and could feel no
hair.  It seemed that, so far, Charlie had only grown pubes above his dick.
Everything about his friend excited Daniel, and he longed to be able to do
with him all the wonderful things he'd done with the boys at Chesterton.
He reached back up and began slowly masturbating Charlie, wondering if he
could make him come in his sleep.

	Suddenly, Daniel heard Charlie breath hitch.  He quickly removed
his hand and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes.  He could hear
Charlie's breath grow shallow and rapid, almost like panting.  Opening his
eyes the slightest bit, he turned a little to his left, just in time to see
Charlie's stiff cock squirting cum up onto his stomach and into his pubes.
He couldn't believe he was actually seeing Charlie having, what he presumed
to be, a wet dream!

	He heard Charlie grunt, and could tell he was waking up, so Daniel
closed his eyes and simply lay on his back, his cock now nearly pulsing
with excitement.  If he could have managed it without touching himself, he
would have made himself cum, wondering if Charlie would enjoy such a show.

	"Shit," Daniel heard Charlie whisper, no doubt worried about the
puddle of cum cooling on his skin.  Through squinted eyes, Daniel saw
Charlie's pale round ass as he stood up and bent over, pulling up the
boxers that must have been around his ankles.  He only pulled them up
enough so that he could walk, however, obviously trying to avoid getting
them sticky, and made his way into the bathroom.

	Daniel could hear water flowing, and suspected Charlie was using
wet toilet paper to clean up the mess.  He began to furiously beat off his
own dick, wanting to be as hard as possible when Charlie returned to the
room.  He had no idea what effect it might have, but was hopeful that maybe
Charlie would want to explore as much as he had.  He heard the door knob
turned and quickly released his cock and lay still.

	Risking the slightest opening of one eye, Daniel could clearly see
that Charlie was no longer wearing his boxers.  Soon he felt Charlie's side
of the bed dip as his friend sat down, and then pulled up his legs and laid
down.  After another moment, Daniel risked another glance and saw that
Charlie had kicked the sheets on his side down to the end of the bed, just
as Daniel had had them all night.  If nothing else, it seemed that Charlie
was becoming much more brave than he had been the previous evening.

	Still feeling hopeful, Daniel lay perfectly still, doing his best
to keep his breathing deep and regular, hopefully assuring Charlie he was
sound asleep.  There was, of course, no chance of actually being asleep,
not with Charlie lying beside him nude.  Perhaps Charlie would fall asleep
again, and give Daniel another chance to play with his junk.

	"So, do you play with boys' dicks at school, too?"

	Daniel held his breath.  He felt a chill as if someone had thrown a
bucket of ice water on him.  Still, he did his best to act like he was
asleep, hoping that maybe Charlie would decide it had been a dream.

	"C'mon, dude, I know you're awake," Charlie snorted.  "I was, too,
when you were jerkin' my dick."  Oddly, having walked around naked the
night before had given Daniel a sense of control over his shy friend.  Now
his nudity only added to his sense of vulnerability, now that Charlie had
caught him playing with his dick.  "So, you do that a lot at school?"

	Daniel abandoned all pretense and opened his eyes.  He turned to
see Charlie lying on his right side so he could look Daniel in the eye.
Daniel couldn't bring himself to answer, or to say anything at all, so
worried of what Charlie might do next.

	"I mean, you're all sleeping naked, and I bet everybody got morning
wood," Charlie continued.  "So you jack off with other guys watchin', or do
jack each other off?  Where do you do it?  Do you guys touch each other in
the shower, and other guys watch you?"

	Daniel's initial terror subsided a bit as Charlie's questions
became more specific and a bit urgent.  Stealing a glance down, he saw that
Charlie's dick, which had deflated a bit while he'd been in the bathroom,
was again almost completely erect.  Seeing that, Daniel could see little
harm in sating Charlie's prurient curiosity.

	"Yeah," Daniel said, "Most of us do."

	"Like what all?" Charlie asked excitedly.

	"Well," Daniel shrugged.  "Like you said, we jack off together some
time.  We do it a lot in the shower, so everybody pretty much sees
everybody.  Sometimes guys will jack each other off, or even like three or
four will do each other.  No one cares who sees or watches.  There's one
kid who likes it more if people are watching.  He's a little horn dog."

	"But do you jack off other guys?" Charlie asked, his eyes wide and
his breathing a bit fast.

	"Yeah, I do," Daniel admitted.  "It's really not a big deal for
anyone."

	"And what else?" Charlie asked.

	"What else do you want to know?" Daniel countered, wondering in
what sort of things Charlie might be interested.

	"Well," Charlie hesitated, biting on his bottom lip, "do you... do
guys there do... do blow jobs?"

	"All the time, dude," Daniel smiled.  Another glance at Charlie's
dick assured him that he would soon be enjoying something he'd fantasized
about nearly every time he'd gone down on Thomas.  "Most guys do that in
the dorm cause they like to lay down.  Makes it easier to do 69."

	"What's that?" Charlie asked.

	"When two guys suck each other at the same time," Daniel explained.
"One guy lays on his back, and the other gets over him turned the other way
so their dicks and mouths line up."

	"Whoa," Charlie said, clearly impressed.  "And they even do that
where everybody can see?"

	"Usually," Daniel nodded.  "Nobody's too shy about about it.  And
as soon as someone starts, pretty much everybody else gets into it, too."

	"So," Charlie asked, his face now a study in hope, "do... do
you... ever... give blow jobs?"

	"Yeah, sometimes," Daniel said cheerfully.  He was sure that if he
admitted to having done so, he could get Charlie to ask for one.

	"Did you..." Charlie didn't seem sure what questions were allowed.
"Do you... like doing it?"

	"With certain boys, yeah," Daniel said.  "It's not like I just go
around sucking everyone's dick, y'know."

	"No, I didn't mean that," Charlie said quickly.  Daniel found it
cute how hard Charlie was trying not to offend.  "But, I guess, then,
that... y'know... they blow you, too, right?"

	"Think I would if they didn't?" Daniel chuckled.  "Fair's fair, and
all that, mate," he added, again affecting a British accent.

	"So, like, if I was there," Charlie began to ask what Daniel knew
was the question he'd been leading to for some time, "you would only blow
me if I blew you?"

	"Well," Daniel said slowly, prepared to make the offer Charlie was
clearly longing for, "maybe your first time I might treat you to one."  By
now the sky outside had brightened considerably, and Daniel could see the
desire in Charlie's eyes.  "All you'd have to do is ask."  Reaching out, he
gently took hold of Charlie's cock, causing the other boy to jump.  "Go
ahead, Charlie.  Ask."

	Charlie just stared at him for several long moments.  Then, as if
giving up all control, he simply whispered, "Please."  That was all Daniel
needed.  Actually, it was more than he needed.  He took two pillows and
placed them behind him, then he sat up with his back against the headboard.

	"Get up on your knees," Daniel instructed, "then spread your legs
and straddle my legs."  Charlie wordlessly followed Daniel's direction, and
soon his hard, quivering cock hovered in front of Daniel's face.  Reaching
up, Daniel took hold of his friends smooth, round buttocks, pulling him
forward until he was close enough for Daniel to begin licking his dick
head.  He heard a hiss as Charlie sucked in a deep breath between gritted
teeth.

	Pulling Charlie forward a few more inches, Daniel began sliding his
lips up and down his friend's 5 inch shaft.  With his legs spread so wide,
Daniel had easy access to Charlie's ass and what was no doubt his virgin
pucker.  He felt Charlie thrust forward as he tickled his friend's asshole,
clearly stimulated by the new sensation.  Even as he gave his best friend
his very first blow job, Daniel looked forward to sharing more new
experiences with him.

	Five minutes later, Daniel suspected Charlie would be open to all
sorts of new things, as he pushed forward, feeding Daniel his second load
of the morning while moaning, "Oh, I love you, Danny!"  Daniel easily
swallowed all that Charlie expelled.  The fact that he enjoyed it more than
Thomas' was probably purely psychological.  The truth was that he liked
Thomas, but he loved Charlie, now more than ever.

	Soon Charley leaned back, pulling his softening boyhood from
between Daniel's lips.  He scooted backwards on his knees and flopped
sideways onto his back beside Daniel, still breathing heavily.

	"So, how was that?" Daniel smiled, looking down into Charlie's
face.

	"Fucking awesome," Charlie said breathlessly.

	"Yes, fucking is awesome," Daniel joked, "But how was the blow
job?"

	"Ha," Charlie said sarcastically. "Well I never fucked, so I'd say
the blow job was great."

	"Oh, you have to try it, dude," Daniel said.  It probably wasn't
something he would have said had more of his blood been in his brain rather
than inflating his dick, which still hadn't found relief while Charlie had
come twice.  One thing he knew was that he desperately needed to come.  "I
hope you don't mind, Charlie, but I really have jerk off before I explode."

	"No," Charlie said quickly.  "You made me cum twice today.  I
should help you out, too."

	"Well," Daniel chuckled, "if you want to give me a hand job, I'm
sure not gonna stop you."

	Charlie looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "No, I think
I want to blow you."

	"Dude!" Daniel said excitedly but guardedly. "You really don't have
to.  I know you never did any of this stuff.  I can wait."

	"Well," Charlie replied, sitting up and turning towards
Daniel. "I've already done hand jobs, so I kinda wanna try doing a blow
job."

	Daniel was stunned.  "Wait! What?  Who'd you do hand jobs with?"

	Charlie looked a bit reluctant, and said, "I can't say."

	"Hey, that's not fair" Daniel complained, "I told you about all the
stuff I did all year!  Just tell me who you jacked off with.  Really, dude,
it's no big deal.  And it's not like I'm gonna tell anyone."

	"Yeah, but I don't know any of the guys at your school.  Besides, I
told these guys I wouldn't tell anyone either," Charlie replied.  "So I'd
be a liar if I told you."

	Daniel considered that for a moment.  Whatever unwritten, unspoken
laws might have existed at Chesterton, he'd never made even a tacit promise
to not speak of his sexual experiences there, so he didn't feel as if he'd
broken any confidences.  Besides, he'd become so accustomed to everybody
knowing, and often watching, who did what with whom.  Outside of that
somewhat unique institution, boys would understandably be more discrete
about their same sex experimentation, often swearing one another to
secrecy.

	"Fair enough," Daniel said.  "But you said `these guys,' not `him.'
So can you at least tell me how many guys you jerked off?"

	"Yeah," Charlie smiled, pulling his ankles close in to sit
cross-legged on the bed. "It was just two.  Probably nuthin' like you and
them English boys."

	Daniel did a quick tally in his head.  He had only ever butt fucked
with Thomas.  He'd only done blow jobs with Thomas, Paul Connor and,
interestingly enough, Young Teddy Pendleton, who was two years younger than
the rest of the boys in the first year.  He was also the "horn dawg" he'd
told Charlie about earlier, and had almost begged to trade sucks with him
because he wanted to try it with a circumcised boy.

	Hand jobs were another story.  There were some weekends when one
boy or another had managed to procured a bottle of gin or vodka, and by the
end of a Saturday night, it was the rare cock that had not been yanked.
Daniel couldn't even say whose cocks he'd handled those nights, nor whose
hands had grasped his.  There had even been those times when he'd simply
been washing the shampoo out of his hair, and then suddenly felt a hand
grasping his hard cock, jerking it until he could rinse his eyes enough to
discover who had taken such liberties.  It was, in fact, something of a
inside joke.  If someone was boned in the shower, he was fair game for
being grabbed by the dick at a vulnerable, unexpected moment.  Daniel, like
most of his classmates, tended to take these encounters as a compliment,
and he usually allowed the perpetrator to continue until he came onto the
shower room floor.

	"Yeah, all right," Daniel conceded.  "I've probably done it a bit
more.  Well, tons more, really."

	"Thought so," Charlie smiled.

	"Can I ask you something, though?" Daniel was tired of this
particular game, feeling he needed the answer to a completely different
question.

	"Yeah," Charlie said, clearly reading something in Daniel's face or
voice that made him realize that whatever was about to be asked was neither
part of a playful game nor sexual innuendo.

	"Before," Daniel started, "when I was... when you started
to... just before you finished, you said something, and I was just
wondering... wondering if you meant... well, if you meant what you said."

	Charlie looked at him with a half smile and said, "You're gonna
have to be a little more specific, dude.  What'd I say?"

	"I'm being serious, Charlie," Daniel said, fixing a look on his
face he hoped would convince Charlie of the earnestness of his question.
"Before you came in my mouth, I thought I heard you say that you love me.
Did you really mean that, Charlie?  Do you love me, or did you just love
getting your dick sucked?"

	Daniel knew he'd just taken a huge risk.  He was asking Charlie to
tell him what he wanted to believe, knowing full well his words might just
have been the first ones he'd found to express the intense pleasure he was
experiencing.  But from the moment he'd heard the word, Daniel's heart had
leapt in his chest, hearing Charlie say first what he sincerely felt for
Charlie.  He wondered if the stars and planets could align in such a way
that Charlie could actually feel what Daniel had felt for the last two
years.

	"Oh, shit, Danny," Charlie said, shaking his head.  "Is that what's
got you all worked up?"  Before Daniel could respond or move, Charlie
unfolded his legs and raised himself on his knees.  Leaning forward, he
planted his lips on Daniel's, giving him the first kiss he'd ever had in
his life.  Pulling back and squatting on his haunches, Charlie smiled at
him and asked, "Does that answer your question?"  Charlie turned to look at
Daniel's still very stiff cock standing up in his lap.  "Or maybe this
will," he said, leaning forward towards Daniel's crotch.

	Surprise and pure joy prevented the normally loquacious Daniel from
answering, despite the million thoughts in his mind that competed for
expression.  Until that moment, he had thought that everything he'd
experienced at the Chesterton Academy for Gifted Youth was beyond his
imagining.  Still, no matter how long or how often he'd thought of taking
his relationship with his oldest and dearest friend to another level, he'd
never really dared to believe that his fantasies could ever really be
realized.

	But as a warm wetness engulfed his engorged cock, Daniel began to
accept a whole new world's worth of possibilities.  At the center of it all
was a truly loving relationship with the first boy he'd ever truly loved.
And while Professor Parker's Health Class seemed like it existed in another
lifetime, he couldn't be grateful enough for what he'd learned there, and
what the lessons had led to, including this moment, as he felt himself
building to a powerful orgasm.

	No doubt Daniel's description of the Health Class had aroused
Charlie enough to help him cross a line he had, himself, drawn in the sand.
Despite Daniel's warning, Charlie kept his face firmly planted in Daniel's
lap as he began to thrust his hips upward, his cock expelling all that his
balls had managed to produce in the last two days, since he and Thomas had
exchanged end of year blow jobs.  Charlie seemed equal to the task,
however, not once releasing Daniel's spewing cock, nor, as far as Daniel
could tell, allowing a drop of his load to escape his tightly drawn lips.

	All too soon, the climactic moment had passed, and Charlie released
Daniel's barely softened cock.  He turned and cuddled against Daniel, who
was still sitting upright against the headboard, while Charley laid his
head on his chest.

	"Was that all right then?" Charlie asked, turning his head to smile
up at Daniel.

	Daniel fought down the cheering crowd in his mind to tease, "Yeah,
not bad... for your first time."  Now, though, after Charlie's earlier
confession, he asked, "That was your first time, wasn't it?"

	"Hey," Charlie said, an offended expression on his face, "you think
I'm some sort of slut?"

	"No," Daniel smiled.  "It's just that you did it so well, I thought
maybe you'd had practice."

	"Just did what you taught me," Charlie chuckled, wrapping his arms
around Daniel's waist and relaxing against him.  "Think you have anything
else you could teach me?"

	"Dude," Daniel replied in what he considered a very sexy voice,
"you have no idea."