Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2018 22:58:30 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Sex Ed Demo 2 A year passed, and it was time again for the annual module about "health and physical development" at Jack's school. The few mentions of it were always phrased that way, to avoid anyone ever calling it "sex ed" or anything worse. Jack's teacher, Mr. Thomas, built an excellent lesson plan that stayed within the bland, official policies and procedures and guidelines, at least it usually did. When Jack's dad sat in on the class, it sort of stepped out of bounds and started a little rumor among a small circle of people. Mr. Thomas explained that he didn't see anything, which was true, and by then the rumor had gotten so exaggerated. Nobody could say for sure what happened. Jack brought home the permission slip, and his dad signed it. Jack asked, "Are you going to come?" His dad had a look of shock that passed. "Come sit in on the class again? I don't know. Yeah, I guess I can." But then, only a day in advance, everyone found out that the class was cancelled. "Did you hear? No more 'Boners 101' anymore," said one classmate to another. That's how Jack found out, and then he got an official letter to take home. The students had a lot of nicknames for the class: Morning Wood Shop, Solitary Gym, First Period, Ragtime... but now it was Banned Class. The juvenile reaction to the class wasn't restricted to the juveniles; parents and teachers and the school board and principal all thought of the class as funny or inappropriate or evil. With the day off, Jack's dad decided to go see the teacher anyway. After last year's class participation, they had talked a few times at parent-teacher conferences and other events. They seemed to be the only people who appreciated the need to learn about this stuff, and not the way they had learned about it in almost-correct, incomplete, misinformed bathroom banter. "It's a real shame," Jack's dad said. "I don't think they're gonna learn about the birds and bees at home." Mr. Thomas agreed, disappointed but also kind of relieved. It was always a struggle to know what he couldn't say and a struggle to keep the class in line. They discussed what Jack would have learned in the class, and Jack's dad asked if he could borrow Mr. Thomas's notes and materials. "You're going to... 'home school' him about this stuff?" the teacher asked. Jack's dad thought about it and said, "I'm gonna try." Later that day, Jack's dad was all prepared to play school. He was waiting in their basement living room, which had pretty much become Jack's room for everything but sleeping. When they got a new TV or coffee table, the bigger older one was reassigned to the basement. If somebody they knew was trying to get rid of an old dart board or a barely working air hockey table, it journeyed to the basement. What do you do with an old VCR and a bunch of tapes with missing labels? The basement. That really long wraparound couch that's kind of worn out? Basement. When Jack came down the steps that day after school, he was surprised to find his dad waiting down there. And his dad was surprised to see somebody else follow down the stairs. It was Ed, from Jack's class. A sleepover had been permitted and arranged, but Jack's dad had forgotten. "Well, I was gonna try to give you the Sex Ed lesson that was planned for today," he explained when Jack asked what was going on. "Maybe today's not the day for it." But Jack pleaded. He was surprised and impressed that his dad went to all this trouble and would really have such a potentially awkward conversation. Isn't that what health teachers are for? To say all the embarrassing stuff so parents don't have to? Ed was impressed too. He already thought Jack's dad was cool for even going to last year's class, and then everything that day. Ed said, "my dad signed my permission slip! And he'd be okay with it." Jack thought about Ed's dad, thought about trying to explain this stuff not just to Jack but to his friend too, and thought that maybe that would make it more like a class. He had taught stuff at work. Well, maybe 'explained' is a better word, but he wasn't a teacher. He thought it might feel more like being a teacher if he had more of a class. He thought about inviting the whole class over, but thought that might be overdoing it. "You're sure your dad is okay with you learning all this?" he asked Ed. Ed answered immediately with, "Oh yeah, definitely" and stopped himself from starting a new conversation about how his dad had reacted the year before. Ed's dad had asked, as he did every night over dinner, what Ed learned in school that day, and his son told him. Jack's dad stood there thinking as Ed and Jack waited. After a bit, Jack raised his hand, as though he were in school and said, "are we gonna start, sir?" His dad thought how nice it would be if he ever got that kind of respect at home. He started the lesson. They sat on the couch together. Seated in the middle and perched over a folder and a bag of supplies, Jack's dad held some index cards with notes scribbled and erased and re-scribbled. They recalled the male-anatomy lesson from the previous year and looked at a diagram. All three knew the material, so they could see what it was trying to show, but it was a black-and-white cross-section, just outlines, no detail, and it left off some key items for some reason. It looked kind of scary, and the dick didn't look like a dick and the balls didn't look like balls. It all just looked weird. Jack's dad wondered why they always showed male anatomy from the side and female anatomy from the front when his son asked, "where's the bone?" It was a confusing question for a teacher, because the student was confused. After a clarification about how a boner doesn't have a bone in it, Jack and Ed watched as their instructor filled in some details, labeled some items, and added in a front-view sketch that looked a little more human. But the female diagrams were even more confusing, perhaps because Jack and Ed were much less familiar. The basic reproductive function was fairly clear. Jack explained that girls' balls are up on the inside, and Ed corrected him that they're not balls even if they look the same as the male diagram "with those tubes." When they looked at a between-the-legs diagram, Ed asked, "Which side is the front?" Jack's dad was trying to clarify how girls don't pee out of their butt and how the vagina is the inside part, until finally he got a little exasperated. He got up, went to a closet, and returned with a magazine. The porno mag was much clearer. You could see all the parts clearly on a real body. Jack's dad talked about not just the reproductive function but also the everyday sexuality. When he discussed the clitoris, it wasn't just a dry diagram. They were watching it get stimulated. He had definitely strayed from the curriculum, but it was real-world training, and he saw that it was having an impact, tenting out their athletic shorts. Next on his index card was condoms. He pulled out a box and also some bananas. As they opened the packaging, Jack's dad tried to explain how you have to squeeze the tip as you unroll, but Ed squeezed the top of the banana, opening it and squishing its mushy insides out onto the table. Meanwhile, Jack was rolling it right but on an over-ripe piece of fruit. "Okay, look," Jack's dad said, "Let's forget the bananas. I can tell you're both hard, and so am I, so let's just put them on for real, alright?""Alright! Cool!" they replied, the opposite of what the man expected. They slid their shorts down and revealed their stiff members. Jack and his dad marveled at the size of Ed's, whose matched his man-sized balls. Jack looked at the three hardons and got a better understanding of how each man has his own, and they're all different. He didn't feel weird about his dad seeing or being like this with his dad. Ed thought it was really cool, and wondered what it would feel like to have a condom on. As they rolled the condoms on, Ed said his felt really tight but that it felt good. As it hugged his tool tight, his fingers held the condom in place and he felt more and more excited. He had gotten excited a few times that day at school and usually jerked off when he got home and he looked over at the dick in the porno fucking and at his friend's dad's dick and suddenly. "Oh..." Jack's dad said, "Oh, that's okay. You alright?" Still watching Ed twitch and the condom fill with squirts, he said that this would be good to show how to take it off when you're done. He said that Ed could just pull it off. Ed asked how. Jack's dad tried to mime the gesture. Ed asked him to do it, so he did. He reached down and gripped it and slid it off as Ed stifled a moan in response to being touched there. They looked at the spent rubber, full of cum, flat like a dead snake on the bag the condoms came in. Jack said, "What does it feel like?"His dad said, "What? Coming? I mean, uh, an orgasm?"His son answered, "No, I know what it feels like to jerk off, but like what about actual.... fucking?" They talked about how it feels tight and warm but not too tight. Ed asked if it felt like a pie. Jack's dad said that he had never fucked a pie but probably not and don't try to find out. Then he noticed the old, worn-out couch next to them. He looked at how the once-stiff cushions were now more floppy, and he looked at the space where two seats met. Jack and Ed watched as he slid his finger along the space and inserted it into the gap. Jack and Ed swiveled to face the couch as well and copied. They slid one finger and then two into the gap, noticing how it got tighter the more you went inside. The long couch had enough cushions that each of them was in front of his own. Jack asked how you start, if you just put it in, is it okay to use your hand or are you not supposed to, if you have to do it real fast. They watched as Jack's dad's dick slowly pointed in and pushed. He explained that you want to get in and then go in and out but not pull out, and with that he slid back and let his dick pop out and slap up against his stomach. "Can I put another condom on," Ed asked. Jack's dad said, "Yeah, show me that you can do it," and Ed found that he liked being watched while he did it, and Jack found that he liked watching Ed do it. There was something different about sexual stuff that was really happening and not just on a video. Jack's dad reached down to roll it all the way up Ed's shaft. They looked at each other for a second, interrupted when Jack asked if his was good. His dad looked down and told his son to roll it all the way up, but then, when Jack hesitated, his dad reached down and held it and rolled the condom up to the base, and his fingers brushed against Jack's balls. Jack's dad told them to try putting it in and watched as they knelt next to him and positioned their dicks to slide in between the soft, reddish-brown cushions. He watched their stiff dicks disappear inside. Jack told his dad to do it too. The three of them slipped their dicks into the tight holes, and Jack and Ed copied as Jack's dad slid out again but just a bit and slowly, showing a little of the shaft, and then sliding back in again. The three started pumping, knees pinned in position, bucking their hips forward and clenching their firm butts. Jack leaned over slightly and watched his dad's dick go in, out, in again, out, in, and his dad, a little surprised, let him just watch, kind of showing off. "It's not like jacking off," Jack said, almost yelling like he had headphones in. He was surprised at the feeling, his whole body humping into it, not like when it's just his wrist doing all the work. It felt like horseback riding together. "I guess we wouldn't have learned this in school!" His dad told them that another important thing that wasn't in their teacher's notes was that sex should feel good, and that you might have some other parts of your body that will feel good. He said that might include kissing or licking while you do it or other things. He brushed his hand over his front and felt around his nipples. He watched as Ed tugged on his own nipples, maybe something he had already discovered that he liked. "It might be your ears, or maybe your balls, or your ass," Jack's dad explained, still fucking the couch, exploring over his body, tickling his balls, sliding his hands behind him and clenching his butt cheeks as if someone were grabbing them. Jack felt himself coming close to coming but also not used to the full-body workout. As his back stiffened straight up, he struggled to keep pumping in, losing the rhythm. Still inserted, his dad leaned over and guided his son down into a different position, chest flat on the cushion and closer and hugging down with his arms, which also pushed the side of the cushion next to his dad tighter onto his dad's cock. Jack's dad's hand lingered on his son's back and slid down and under the curve to guide his thrusts, holding the soft smooth skin and watching him fuck. As Jack wiggled more and more furiously, his dad knew what was happening well before his son announced it to the class. His dad pictured the condom inside being filled with jet after jet, and he soon started pumping in and grunting, letting himself come while biting his lip. As they relaxed, sweaty, after finishing, they looked over at Ed. Jack asked if he could do it again. Ed said he was about to. Ed pinched his nipples and pushed forward and back fast, running his fingers through his curly pubes. He looked Jack and his dad in the eyes as they watched him reach behind and pat his own ass gently. Ed wanted to slap it hard but didn't. He felt between his legs and the gravity of his heavy balls and pushed his fingers between his legs into his body, feeling for that special spot that he had found. He was used to spraying his body wet but liked the feeling of cumming into the condom too. He felt the sensation of his wet tip. As they slid their used condoms off and piled them on top of each other, Jack's dad picked up the phone that Ed and Jack hadn't noticed sitting there. Jack's dad talked to their teacher about the private lesson. He had been listening the whole time. I'm interested in hearing from readers, and I suggest that you make a donation to nifty.