Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2008 11:15:09 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Gay Sex 101, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College "Gay Sex 101, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College What can I say? How many times I have begged, Pleaded with you under 18 year old curiosity kids. You shouldn't be here and you and I know it. Be Gone! Baxter Jeffers College (or BJ as it was familiarly called) was a small college in western U.S. Mr. Jeffers, the founder and benefactor had unique ideas of what a college education should be. His motto, that appeared in raised marble letters on a frieze over front of the main building said, "Acceptance of Man's Diversity is the first step to knowledge." Of course, one had to walk completely around the building in order to get the import of the message. Today was the first day of the new semester. In Jeffers Hall all the new students gathered for convocation. There were about one hundred freshmen. The school took particular pains to foster diversity. About 25% were totally subsidized. This gave students an opportunity to mix with kids from disadvantaged backgrounds. Jeffers swore that no student would end up being a snob when graduated. The speaker was going over the course offerings. He was Dr. Henry Wilson, an ancient professor, who quite logically headed up the ancient history department. One of the courses required some explanation, he said, "This course is listed as Social Movements, but most students call it Gay Sex 101. It is open to all, as are all courses. Dr. Terrance O'Banks teaches it." He gestured toward a youthful fellow sitting with other older professors behind the podium. Gay kids looked him over. He appeared to be about thirty-years old, but his broad shoulders, narrow waist, luxuriant red hair marked him as a hottie. Out of the hundred freshmen, ten elected to take the course. Dr. O'Banks found it amusing that each year, the number of students applying for a seat, in his course, equaled the gay percent in the general population. On the first day of class, he walked in briskly, surveyed the group. They looked so young to him. The room was silent; he knew that just coming into this room was crossing a threshold for these kids. He went to the windows and drew the binds. He pasted a sheet of blotting paper over the glass on the door and locked it. Then he wrote his name on the whiteboard, "Terrance," He turned toward the class. "We use informal first names here." The boys rustled in their seats as they were treated to his soft brogue, not the theatrical kind of vaudeville accent, but the lilt of a Trinity educated, upper class fellow. "I see you are all bonny boys and that certainly adds to the conduct of this class. Now I must inform you that this class is conducted with me and all of you in the nude. If there are any of you who find that uncomfortable, you have permission to leave and you can elect another class instead." Of the ten students there, four rose up and quickly left. This usually happened on the first day of class. He never actually knew why this happened. He guessed that they were taking this course believing it to be easy, not anticipating that they would have to participate. Or perhaps they possessed some body problem that they did not want to be revealed. He surveyed the remaining six students. They certainly appeared to be a mix of types. His eyes quickly noted that there was one Asian boy, a tall kid with gorgeous good looks. There was a very young looking blonde boy, and a husky tan obviously Italian kid. Two boys who looked like twins, and finally an aristocratic, preppy boy, his dark blond hair falling over his eyes. There was a gasp that ran through the group, when, to their amazement, their instructor slipped off his cream colored cable knit Irish sweater, then the blue oxford shirt underneath, exposing his slightly red haired decorated chest, as he undressed the muscles moved enticingly, under the fine grained pale skin. His light tan/pink areolas and nipples puckered in the slight air movement of the vents. He motioned to the class. "Okay, now I will finish undressing and you all will do the same." While he was kicking off his shoes, he continued, "All of you have some connection with homosexuality. Either you think you might be and would like to find out more, or you have some experience and you wish to make comparisons, or possibly you are very experienced and...you are looking for dates." That produced a long laugh as the kids piled their clothes in front of them, on their desks. "At the next class I will provide boxes with your names on their to place your clothes. Shall I turn up the heat? Is it chilly? Yes, I think so." He adjusted the forced air heat and a welcome blast of warmed air swirled around the room from the lower vents. "Now I would like a show of hands as I ask several questions. Incidentally, please retain your present seats so I can learn your names form my seating plan book." In a few moments he was faced by a sea of young pink chests and shoulders, legs splayed out were smooth, or hairy. He took a deep breath. Filling out his large chest. This action produced a few sighs in the room. Several of the boys had already fallen in lust for this Irish beauty. "How many of you consider yourself definitely gay?" He was surprised that only two of the six kids raised their hands. The two were the two that looked like twins. "Are you two boys actually twins?" They assured him that they were. 'Shit, there were really handsome, he thought. Now he saw that one of them reached across the isle and took the other's hand. 'Sweet.' "How many of you are just curious and you might be mostly straight?" Only one hand came up, it was a tan muscular arm from the boy in the left rear. Terrance looked at his chart, it was Anthony Dipalo, the very handsome Italianate boy, the only one with a beard shadow on his smirking face. There was no doubt that this kid had sexual, animal magnetism. Terrance found himself longing to see this hot guy in full sexual arousal. "Teach, I'm an equal opportunity fucker. A hot moist hole is what I like, whoever owns it." There were some nervous laughs at that. "I take it that the rest of you are just curious, that you are leaving your options open." Several heads nodded. "Now me handsome fellows, you may take notes if you wish. I'm going to start off with a discussion of my favorite sexual activity, getting your mate off. Anyone here have that experience? The very young looking blonde boy raised his hand. His name was Billy. "My older brother can't get to sleep until I rub him off." The Ivy League looker turned to Billy. "You must be good at it." His heavy dark eyebrows wiggled in a comic gesture. "Sure, anytime. What's your name?" "Eric" "Okay men, leave off the cross talk for the moment," Terrace said. The Asian, Lee, who hadn't spoken before raised his hand. "Mr. O'Banks, are you planning to have us actually engage in wanking each other. I need to know. If not, I can relax and pay attention to your lecture. If we are going to do it, I am getting a bit riled up." He pointed down to his crotch area, obscured by the desk." Terrance was entranced with the this tall boy with the beautiful eyes glinting under his perfectly arched eyebrows. His full cupid bow's mouth framing his bright white teeth and pink tongue, his shoulder and chest skin glowed with a pale golden tan. "Yes Lee, we will do some actually exercises, so you may enjoy your hard on and try to be patient." Before he was about to launch into his lecture about "getting your mate off", he was interrupted by Anthony. "Teach, if we're going to whack off, I want to be the whackee, I don't think I'd like to get another guy off." "I hear you," Terrance said. "I think each of you ought, for the first exercise to choose the role you like best. But if it doesn't even out, you might have to compromise. Now about getting a friend off. I believe this is one of the finest ways to enjoy sex. Although you do not cum, you have the pleasure of controlling your friend and enjoy watching him reach his peak through your ministrations. I consider this to be the basic sexual adventure from which others develop." The boys in the class turned and looked at each other. Terrance could see that they were making decisions of which role they wanted to play. Terrance told them to couple up and get started. He thought there might be some problems, it was like bottoms and tops, but to his pleased surprise, they quickly partnered up. Tony (Anthony) had signaled to Billy, the young looking kid to come over. The twins chose each other, no surprise, and Lee called to Eric, "How about a nice wank today?" In a short time, the first and most difficult part, reaching for the boys' cocks was over. That was the hardest part. Terrance walked up and down the aisles checking out the progress. The room seemed to palpitate with the heavy breathing of both parties in each couple. As the minutes wore on a few moans were issued. Terrance carried a box if tissues and give them out. "If anyone shoots, use this. But it is not necessary to carry it to the limit." Tony called out, "Are you kidding. You expect us to just stop, get dressed and leave class with our schlongs sticking out?" That got a few laughs. Terrance noticed that one of the twins was red in the face and he was nodding to his brother. They were so in tune with each other that speaking was unnecessary. The twin doing the handwork suddenly leaned down and sucked up the spooging cock. When he had finished, he turned his flecked mouth and face toward Terrance, and smiled, "You see Doc. No mess. Besides, it tastes just like mine." Lee had a great technique with Eric. He never grabbed hard, but he was gentle and kept flicking his thumb over the head of Eric's bright red shiny knob that was oozing, the foreskin fully drawn back. Eric let out a warning, "That's it. Here it comes." Lee adroitly got the tissue in position and soon it was saturated with the boy's cum. Eric was one of those comers who really go into spasms when coming. Lee had to hold on to his strong shoulders to steady him. It demonstrated the warmth that is involved with helping another boy. The room was settling down as Lee and Eric whispered together, the twins were actually necking a bit. Only Tony and Billy were still engaged in the act. Terrance came over. "Tony, you often have difficulty in getting off?" "Naw Terry, I can call you Terry. I can come fast or slow, whatever I want. You want to see me end this now?" Terrance nodded. A moment later, Tony's face formed into a gruesome mask of tension as his body began thrusting. The other boys came over to watch. Tony howled and then his big fat cock began to spew. Billy had the tissue ready, but one tissue was hardly enough for the quart of sperm that the muscular kid had to give. And it went on, at least six big spurts and six small ones. At last he stopped, then laughed raucously. "That was a good, one, I guess cause I hadn't had sex for two days. And kiddo, you're good at this shit." I noticed that the other boys had gotten up and were standing around sighing along with Tony, acting as if they were watching a computer game. Terrance began dressing. "You can all do the same." As the boys scrambled into their clothes, Terrance called out to some who were already at the door. "Don't practice tonight. Save if for our mutual wank tomorrow." All the boys got red. This suggestion was moving them toward more intense intimacy. End Part One