Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 17:56:17 -0700 (PDT) From: David Copperfield Subject: Early Education The twenty new boys filed eagerly into the classroom, joshing and justling each other. Their ages varied from barely nine to almost eleven. Three twelve-year-old upperclassmen were already seated in the back row. The newbies regarded them with curiosity as they took their seats in the forward rows. Mr. Goudy stood in his usual place on the platform beside the video screen with a remote controller in his hand. He waited for them to quiet down. They regarded him with anticipation. "We have covered most of our topics. You have seen the diagrams of human reproductive systems and the descriptions of intercourse, fertilization, fetal development and birth. Before we proceed, do you have any questions about what we have already covered?" One boy raised his hand. "You said boys start to make sperm when they're eleven or twelve." "I said that was the average age but of course that varies. Some boys don't start till they are fourteen or so. Others start early -- as early as nine or even eight sometimes." The boy shuffled embarrassedly. "Er...how do they know they are making it?" Mr. Goudy smiled. "I'm glad you asked that question. It leads right into tonight's topic. You remember the question box we put on the desk so boys could ask questions they didn't want to raise in public?" The boys nodded. Some of them giggled. "Many of you had questions about what your parents do. Kids are usually embarrassed when they realize that their parents 'play naughty' with each other." A titter ran through the group. "Many of you probably feel uncomfortable about that but you will get used to the idea that it's just a fact of life -- in fact it's THE fact of life -- so you can accept the fact that 'making love' means more than hugging and kissing, and that your parents created you through acts of love." He looked around the room and paused for further questions. There were none. "Most of the questions in the box related to parents. I think I have answered all of those. But one boy wrote a question that I suspect may be on many of your minds. He asked, 'How long do we have to wait?'" The whole group burst out laughing. "It's a good question, and one with two answers. If he meant 'how long till we can start making babies'" -- another outburst of titters -- "the answer is probably abour ten years. Even if you could make babies right now I don't think many of you would want to -- and I'm sure even if you could that no girls your age would want to let you. Having a baby is hard work even for a grownup and would be really dangerous for a little girl. And yes, even some girls your age are physically ready to conceive. It's the 'average' thing again. Works for girls as well as boys. So even if we had any girls here it would be very unwise for them to experiment with you. But we don't have any girls so fortunately that problem won't arise." Several boys gave out mock groans. "So you won't be having sex with girls for several years yet. But -- as I'm sure some of you already know -- even little boys can practice all by themselves." Several boys grinned knowingly and a couple elbowed each other. The rest looked blankly at the speaker. "There are two ways of doing that. Here is one." Mr. Goudy flicked the controller and a picture appeared on the video screen. A blond boy about nine years old, dressed in bright blue pajamas, was standing at the door of his bedroom. He called out "'night, Mom," and shut the door. He turned out the ceiling light but a nightlight beside the bed cast a dim glow on the room. The boy walked to his bed, turned down the covers, turned the pillow to align with the bed and moved it lower on the mattress. Then he shucked his pajamas in two quick motions and stood nude beside the bed. He turned to face the camera with a naughty grin. His two-inch penis was halfway stiff. He brushed it with his hand and it grew another half inch. Then he lay down on the pillow, hugged it and wriggled for a few moments. Then he began to slide up and down on it. "He's making love to the pillow!" Cried one boy excitedly. A few others chuckled. The rest remained rapt, watching the rhythmic movements of the boy's buttocks. "That's right," said Mr. Goudy. "That's exactly what he is doing." The screen now showed a side view of the boy as he pumped up and down. Each upstroke displayed his small stiff organ pushing and withdrawing, pushing and withdrawing. Mr. Goudy saw that every boy's hand was on his shorts. Some hands were slipped inside. The screen boy pumped harder. Several boys held their breath. One cried out: "Do it faster!" and everyone laughed. The screen boy seemed to follow the command. He was pumping so hard that his penis disappeared from view, buried in the groove it had created to do its work. The lad cried out with delight, gave three final thrusts and collapsed still twitching on his fluffy partner. "He reached his climax," Mr. Goudy observed. "If he had sperm, he would have squirted it just now." The boy rolled off his pillow and regarded the screen with a goofy grin. Then he gave a friendly wave and blew a kiss to his audience. Several boys cheered. "You can see his pillow is still dry. Even the groove he was rubbing in. So he felt the pleasure even though he wasn't making sperm yet." "When will he start?" asked one boy. "Hard to say exactly," Mr. Goudy answered. "But from the size of his penis - and the fact that his testicles haven't dropped yet - I would guess he's a couple of years away yet. So that's one way a boy can practice. Here's another." He pushed the remote again and a different scene appeared on the screen. Another bedroom, much like the first. A different boy was lying nude, face up on the bed. Dark-haired, he seemed to be about eleven. His stiff penis was abbout four inches long. He was idly fingering it with his right hand while his left stroked his scrotum. His right hand roamed slowly on the groove just below the red crown of his organ. After a minute his idle roaming became an up-and-down stroke, shuttling between the head and the base of his penis. He brought his left hand up to the base of his penis and set it to work in opposition to his right. As one hand moved up the other moved down. He continued at this pace for a couple of minutes. Now the screen displayed a closeup of his penis which was emitting a drop of fluid. "Is that sperm?" asked one boy excitedly. "No, not yet," said Mr. Goudy. "The sperm only squirts at the finish. What you see is smooth juice the penis emits when a boy gets excited. It has two functions: to clean out the urethra (remember, that's the channel that carries both urine and sperm) and it also gives the penis a smooth surface so it can slide easily into the girl during intercourse. But it's also useful for a boy who practices with his hand. It protects him from getting sore if he rubs it too hard. Many boys do, because they're in a hurry to get to the climax -- but they would have a better experience if they slowed down a bit. The longer it takes to get there, the better the reward at the end." Half the boys broke out in laughter; the rest just tittered. Every one of them had his hand in his pants now. Three boys had dropped their pants and were openly fondling themselves. Their neighbors regarded them with interest. The boy on the screen was pumping hard now, with both hands. "Watch closely," Mr. Goudy advised. "You'll see how he knows he has sperm." A moment later they all saw. The boy raised his body to meet his thrusting hands and a white glob shot from his penis and halfway up his chest. Three smaller globs followed. He lay back with a contented smile. The camera moved back to reveal a cot a few feet from the bed. On it lay another nude boy, almost a duplicate of the first but a few sizes smaller. He seemed about eight. He was regarding his brother with fascination. "Wow! That must have been a real good one!" His brother chuckled. "Yeah, it was great!" "Can you do another?" The smaller boy inquired eagerly. "Maybe. Want to help me?" The little boy jumped off the cot and onto the bed next to his brother. He rolled on his side to face the bigger boy and tentatively reached his hand toward the still-leaking penis. His brother took his small hand and placed it on himself. "Just tickle it a little, near the top. Get some juice on it." The little boy grinned and complied. "Not too fast, now. Give it a few minutes to build up." He swiped a little glob of juice from his leaking organ and took the smaller boy's penis in hand. It jumped and the boy moved in closer. For several minutes the two boys gently stroked each other. The little boy put his left arm around his brother's neck and moved in to kiss him on the cheek. "Can we go faster now please?" The two were facing each other now, close enough that their chest and legs touched. Only the space between their groins remained, wide enough so that both could stroke freely. Each pumped his body into the other boy's stroking hand, faster and faster. The little boy came first, with a shout of delight as his orgasm struck. A moment later his brother squirted into his hand and onto his chest. They continued to stroke for a few more minutes, gradually slowing to a stop. The older brother smiled and gave the younger a full-face kiss, then both lay back with expressions of content. "So you see that two boys can practice together," Mr. Goudy remarked. "It's quite common for two brothers or friends to help each other. Boys who practice on their pillows can partner together, taking turns to be the pillow. Any questions?" The watching boys were silent for a minute. The three who were openly masturbating brought themselves to climax under the admiring gazes of the rest. One boy asked, "Can we practice in bed tonight?" Everyone laughed. "How many boys want to practice tonight?" asked Mr. Goudy. Everyone raised his hand. The laughter grew louder. "Very well then, the lecture part of this class is over. Now you can go on to the lab course. Just go upstairs to the dorm and get ready for bed. (No need to wear anything if you'd prefer not to.) Two of our upperclassmen have volunteered to give advice or help anyone who needs further instruction. They will be up to join you in a few minutes." All the boys made a mad rush to the door. The three semi-nude boys took a few moments longer as they pulled up their pants and zipped their zippers. Then they followed and the room was empty except for Mr. Goudy and the three uppperclassmen. "So you boys voted that Tom and Hank are to help the boys and Phillip will stay here with me." All three nodded, Phillip somewhat shyly. Mr. Goudy turned to Hank and Tom. "You remember your instructions, right?" Both nodded. "You are here to help the boys learn to enjoy themselves, or each other if any want to. You are NOT here to satisfy your own desires. You can always do that later, by yourselves or with each other." "But what if they want to watch us squirt?" asked Tom. "You know that someone will ask." "You have permission to do anything a boy asks you to. Exception: no fucking. Not even if a boy asks you to. If any should ask about that just tell them that is a subject for later discussion." "What about sucking?" asked Hank. "What if a boy asks about that?" "Don't raise the subject. If a boy asks about it, you can say that some boys like to do that. If a boy asks to be sucked you may suck him." "What if a boy wants to suck one of us?" "If a boy asks -- ONLY if a boy asks -- you can allow that. But take it easy. Lots of boys will be uncomfortable even watching that. Remember, your job is to make everyone comfortable with the idea of masturbation and mutual enjoyment. No need to push things too far or too fast." The two boys nodded. "Can we go up now?" Mr. Goudy reached into his pocket and brought out two small vials. "Here's some hand cream. You can give a dab to each boy who is practicing by hand. Tell him it works like the smooth juice the big boy had." Tom and Hank each took a vial and left the room with broad smiles. Only Phillip remained. "Ready?" Mr. Goudy asked. Phillip nodded shyly. He was a slightly-build lad of twelve, just short of five feet tall without an ounce of fat on his fit frame. His brown hair curled about his scalp like that of a Roman statue. He rose and led the way out of the room. The two climbed the stairs, passing by the dorm where they heard boys chattering excitedly behind the closed door. They entered a small bedroom at the end of the hall. They stood beside the bed and gave each other a hug. Then each of them stripped off the other's shirt, opened each other's belt and with a single motion they stripped off each other's pants and nderwear. As they stepped out of their pants they resumed their hug. Mr. Goudy pulled his nude partner closer and planted a kiss on his open mouth. The man slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth and the boy shuddered. "What'll it be? It's all your show," Mr. Goudy said with a smile. The boy freed his mouth and looked thoughtfully at his partner. "First I fuck your face. Then you fuck my butt." Mr. Goudy grinned. "Sounds like a good plan. Let's execute it." He lay down on the bed, face up with his head propped on the pillow. Phillip mounted him at chest level with his four-inch erection brushing the man's lips. Mr. Goudy opened his mouth and Phillip entered -- just barely entered, with the head of his penis just far enough in for the man's tongue to caress it. Phillip pumped with tiny movements, just enough to enable lips and tongue to caress the head of his throbbing organ. Mr. Goudy kept still, allowing the boy to control the pace of his action. They remained so for a couple of minutes till the boy picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder, deeper and harder. His partner reached around to caress his buttocks with both hands. Then he extracted a glob of hand cream from a vial on the bedside table, smeared it on the first two fingers of his right hand and slipped it slowly into the boy's anus. Phillip reacted with a shudder and increased the pace of his thrusts. He took the man's head in both hands and pushed it to engorge the full length of his penis. Then he pushed and pulled it harder so the penis would almost escape from his mouth on the upstroke but plumb its depth on the downstroke. He grunted and panted and pumped till he came, hard, right down his partner's throat. One squirt, then a second, then three more, each slower than the last. At the finish the boy lay draped over the man's face, his penis still throbbing on the tongue as the last few drops emerged. Not a trace of fluid was visible. The teacher had swallowed every drop. The boy slowly withdrew and fell back on the bed. He grinned at his partner and kissed him again, open-mouthed and fully tongued. Phillip could taste the tiny remnant of his own seed still caught on his teacher's tongue. "That was super, Mr. Goudy! Now it's your turn." The instructor took several more globs of hand cream as the boy raised his legs to expose his bottom. His partner bathed his anus with the smooth cream and applied a liberal dose to his own already leaking penis. Then he positioned himself atop the boy whose legs were spread to receive him. The insertion was done at a single stroke; this was an experienced boy. They lay still for several moments clasped in each other's arms, mouth on mouth and tongue on tongue. Then the man began to move, slowly at first, till the boy grasped his buttocks and forced the man to push harder and deeper. As their speed increased the boy began to whimper and thrust back, ever harder, harder. "Fuck me harder! Harder, please, sir!" The words were hardly spoken when the man tighened his grip on the boy's back and thrust so hard that his penis fell out on the upstroke but quickly found its place again. The pace of their passion caused the bedstead to hit the wall -- thump, thump, thump, THUMP! -- and with a final thrust they reached a mutual climax. As they came down from their high Phillip giggled. "Do you think they heard us in there?" Mr. Goudy frowned. "Hmm. I hope not. Or if they did I hope they didn't know exactly what happened. They aren't quite ready for that yet." Phillip grinned. "There's one more class still. Are you going to teach them that tomorrow?" Mr. Goudy nodded. "I'm not going to show them any videos or go into the subject in great detail. But the upperclassmen will be here next week and before long some of them may invite some newbies to visit them after lights out. We'll have to tell the newbies what the big boys will probably want to do. And we'll also tell them that what they do is their own choice." ----------------------------- When Tom and Hank reached the dorm they found a roomful of naked newbies engaged in a pillow fight. They shrieked and laughed as they pummeled each other. When they saw the two big boys enter they calmed down and turned to them. "Hey, guys, it's bedtime now," Tom admonished them. "Don't you have better things to do with those pillows?" All the boys laughed. Half of them looked embarrassed. The other half looked eager. Each boy put his pillow back on the bed. Some boys replaced them in their original position while others put them in the position the little boy in the video had used. Each member of the latter group mounted his pillow and began to wriggle experimentally. The others lay face up and began to fiddle with their little boners. Every boy watched his immediate neighbors. For a few moments the only sounds were giggles and gasps and the swishing of small penises on smooth pillows. Then one boy spoke. "Can we see you guys do it? Do you have sperm?" Tom answered. "Yup, we've both got sperm and we love to squirt it." "Can you do it now?" The boy asked. "Can we watch you do it?" "Do you really want to?" A chorus of "Yes!" Tom and Hank grinned at each other and each disrobed. Nude, their erections pointed skyward; at least Tom's did. Hank's jutted out straight before him. Each was about five inches long and both were leaking. "Wait," Hank said. "We're supposed to help them do it first." Tom nodded. The two upperclassmen separated and moved to the two rows of beds where the newbies were practicing. The pillow pumpers seemed to have caught on well; all were thrusting with delight. "Don't go too fast," Tom advised them. "Make the fun last." A couple of pumpers laughed but one just muttered between thrusts. "I can't. I gotta go _faster!" -- and reached his climax at once. A few of the others seemed not quite to know what to do with their hands. They were grasping themselves as though they were standing at a urinal preparing to pee. Tom approached one of them, a small lad named Nathan. "Having trouble there?" "No. I mean, maybe. Nothing's happening." Nathan's tiny penis was only halfway stiff. He seemed to be choking it. Tom brought out his vial of hand cream and squeezed out a glob. "Here," he said to the boy. "Try some of this." He thought of just smearing the cream on the boy's fingers but instead he reached down and applied it directly. Nathan's penis snapped to full attention. "Just stroke it gently, like this," Tom said. He took the boy's right hand in his and slipped it onto the tiny erection, then guided the small hand to stroke and tickle the now-throbbing organ. Nathan got the point and grinned. "I can do it now... Thanks!" He started to rub harder. "Remember: slow and steady is best," Tom advised. Nathan slowed almost to a stop. Now he just tickled the head with one finger. He seemed to be slipping into a trance. Tom got up quietly and moved to the next bed whose occupant, a well-tanned bright blond Swedish boy, was giving himself an energetic two-handed rub. Tom repeated his advice and the boy slowed down. But he told Tom "I can do it three times. I've been jerking off for a year now." Tom grinned and moved on. Two pillow pumpers, side by side. A boy dreamily but competently pulling on his uncut foreskin. Two more side-by-side pillow lovers. "You can be pillows for each other if you want. You just need to use a little hand cream on each of you." The boys looked at each other and one said, "Wanna?" The other nodded. They both rolled off their pillows and applied some handcream to themselves. Then one slipped on top of his bedmate. Both began to hump. It took them a minute to find the proper order of ups and downs to produce maximum effect. Then they hugged each other and went to work. Tom and Hank were still naked but neither had paid attention to himself while both were helping others. Tom's erection had begun to soften when he reached the next boy's bed. He was small for a nine-year-old, chestnut-haired, with slight hints of baby fat remaining on his face and body. His delicate face wore a serious expression, mostly due to the fact that he was wearing steel-rimmed spectacles. "Do you always wear your glasses to bed?" Tom inquired. The boy blushed. "I want to see everything that's going on," he admitted shyly. "I'm nearsighted so..." Tom nodded. "That's cool but...what's going on with _you?" He gestured to the boy's limp and so-far-untouched penis. The boy grinned mischievously. "What about you guys? Nothing's going on with _you. You promised to squirt for us." He reached up and felt Tom's penis which promptly rose to the occasion. Tom expected him to move off but he stayed on, and even started to tickle the newly energized organ. Tom made a formal demurral. "I don't think it's part of the class for you to do that to me." "O.K. but this is recess!" The boy chuckled and added his left hand to his tool set. Tom lay down beside him, turned the boy to face him and gently began to stroke his penis which stiffened like an inflating bicycle tire . "What's your name?" "Peter." "Have you ever done this before?" "No but I wanted to. I mean, I didn't know I wanted to do this exactly but I wanted to do something and now I know this was it." Tom was leaking profusely and he knew his time was soon to come. Peter knew it too and he knew his responsiblity. "We're supposed to let them see your squirt. Lie on your back so we can show them!" Tom complied. Peter mounted him halfway and worked him with both hands. Tom kept Peter's small penis between thumb and forefinger and tickled it while Peter pumped through his fingers. "I'm almost there," Tom announced in a normal tone of voice. Heads turned to watch. Four boys whose beds were located near the ends of the room walked over to get a closer view. They barely made it in time to see Tom spurt over his head and onto the pillow above. "Wow!" Whispered one. "Does it always go that far?" "Nope," Tom replied. "That was Professor Peter's special handjob. By appointment only." He leaned over, ignored the glasses and kissed his young partner's face with full tongue. "That was wonderful, kid. But you haven't finished yet, have you?" Peter shook his head. "I was almost there but then you spurted and I lost it." Tom tenderly rustled the boy's hair. "We'll get it back, Peter. You did me so well that I want to give you a special treat." He pulled the smaller boy up until both their faces touched. Peter opened his mouth and Tom entered, massaging the little boy's tongue with his own. As Peter began to hump him Tom reached down and grasped him by the waist. He lifted Peter's still pumping body up and lowered the lad onto his face. Peter's penis slid smoothly into his mouth and continued pumping at the same pace. Hank had been busy on his side of the room. He helped two pillow pumpers abandon their pillows in favor of each other's bellies and taught a circumcised boy how to masturbate an uncut one while he helped the uncut one to masturbate his partner. On the next bed lay Sam and Eric, two little blond boys who could almost have been twins but were unrelated. They didn't need Hank's help to masturbate them but they insisted on watching him do himself. He had just begun to get in stride when Eric whispered urgently, "Look! Tom has Peter in his mouth!" Hank turned to look and, sure enough, the little bespectacled lad was mounted on Tom's face, his buttocks quivering as he tried to get as far into Tom as his small dimensions would allow. Sam and Eric chuckled with glee. They turned as one to Hank. "Will you do that to us? Pleeeaaassse?" Hank frowned and shook his head. "We aren't supposed to do that yet. That's for later. Maybe tomorrow." The non-twins shook their heads in unison. "Not later. Now!" Sam brashly climbed atop Hank and slipped into his mouth before the older boy could react. "Eric! Play with Hank down there and later we'll switch." Eric complied at once. Now it was Tom's turn to gape. Peter was pumping faster now, nearing his climax in Tom's mouth. But Tom could see Hank and his partners out of the corner of his eye. As he watched, Eric leaned down and slipped Hank's penis into his mouth while still pumping it with his hands. Hank reached down to take the boy's head off but by the time his hands reached Eric's head they just stroked and then pushed it gently in and out as Hank's excitement mounted. Somehow that increased the thrill. That was all it took. He started to warn Eric but too late: the first squirt landed on the boy's tongue to be followed quickly by two more. Hank lay still as the boy raised his head, his mouth still full. "Do you want me to swallow?" "It's up to you. You can just open up and let it spill out. But if you swallow then you digest it and it becomes part of your body. Only real partners do that." The boy swallowed in one gulp. A moment later Sam gave a final thrust and came in Hank's mouth. Now all three lay side by side grinning at each other. "Next time we do it the other way," Sam said. Hank was dubious. "You sure you guys want to suck and swallow?" Both boys nodded. "You gotta suck and swallow too, y'know." Hank laughed. "I'll suck but you don't have anything for me to swallow." Eric regarded him with an evil grin. "Can't tell. Might sometime be some leftover pee in there." Hank put on a mock-scolding face. "Maybe if it's just a little. If it's a lot I'll give it all back to you in _your mouth." "It's a deal!" Both boys replied. The session was drawing to a close. The bedded boys were yawning and some were dropping off but one lad at the far end objected. "You guys promised to let us see you squirt." Tom and Hank looked at each other. Hank spoke first. "You haven't come yet. Why don't you give them the show?" "All right -- but I'll need help. You there!" Tom pointed at the boy who had made the objection. "C'mon over here." The youngster paraded up to Tom with an insouciant expression. Tom took him gently by the shoulders and asked, "Haven't you done it yet?" The boy nodded. "I did it while you guys were teaching the others. But now I want to see you squirt." He gestured toward Tom's dripping boner. Tom started to stroke himself but the boy pushed him aside with two hands. Tom leaned over his shoulder and asked Peter if they could borrow his bed. Peter jumped out and Tom lay down with his new partner atop him, still fondling him with both hands. "What's your name, little friend?" Tom asked. "Todd. I'm ten. I've done this before, with my cousin. But he only squirts a little bit. I'll bet you squirt lots more." He continued to stroke and tickle with an obviously practiced hand. "How old is your cousin?" "He's eleven. He only squirts one little squirt and then he dribbles. But it's fun to lick it off after. It tastes funny but it feels nice and it's weird to know where it came from." His strokes slowed and he increased the tickling right at the head. "I'm going to squirt in a moment. If you want to see it, you'd best pull it out now and rub it off with your hand." "Say right when!" The boy ordered. "Uh...close...closer...WHEN!" Todd smoothly slipped the penis out, as smoothly slipped his hands over it and hit the firing pin. Tom squirted almost straight up but since Todd had pulled the penis toward himself at the end, the sperm dropped onto his head, just above the hairline. A small stream flowed down his forehead as Tom fired two more shots that landed on his own abdomen. The room burst into applause. "Great squirt, Tom!" yelled one. "Powerhouse!" cried another. "I got dibs on you for tomorrow!" demanded a third. Tom and Hank both laughed. "We dunno what's on the schedule for tomorrow. It's our last day of class. We'll ask Mr. Goudy." "Let's ask him to come up with us tomorrow!" Nathan suggested. One boy objected. "I don't think we're supposed to do that with teachers," he demurred. Nathan took charge. "Let's take a vote! Everyone who wants to invite Mr. Goudy, say 'aye'. All who don't, say 'nay'. A chorus of "ayes" settled the matter. The boy who cast the lone "nay" quickly changed his vote and made it unanimous. After the business meeting was concluded Tom and Hank said their farewells and the newbies curled up on their beds, some alone, others with a partner, and drifted off to sleep.