A World of Fantasies

My next class was just one building over, but by the time I got there, I had recovered and was ready to have this thing taken out of me. Devon was as gentle as possible, but there was no way that this thing wasn't going to hurt coming out. 

It didn't escape my attention that my condition didn't cause any whispers or overly long looks unless it was by someone who was already jacking off. Devon lowered me to my feet before bending me over a desk to do what he was told. As I tried to distance myself from the current slow pain of horse dick removal, I remembered what Ms. Stole said. "At least it looks like you tried to make it to class on time today...". It was like I did this constantly. The next bit sealed it for me. "That is why it's Punishment. Despite your best efforts otherwise." Yep. It was starting to look like I was an overachiever at getting my ass fucked by monster cocks. 

"You found a way to tighten yourself up again Josh?" Devon asked me once the dildo was free. "It was kinda hot seeing you take Punishment like that again. It brings back memories," he said with a sigh as I turned my head to look back at him. I watched as he brushed his cock that was hanging out of the fly of his shorts. I do not know what possessed me, but before I could stop myself, I was on my knees, working his cock into my mouth. I heard him gasp at contact with my tongue, and I made myself believe that he was just taken with my mouth and not just taken by surprise. 

"Oh. Fuck!" Devon said a few seconds later as I felt both his hands gripping the hair on my head. He hadn't stopped my movements yet, but I knew it was coming. I bobbed faster. I pressed my tongue to the underside of his cock as I moved back and forth. When I got to the head, I paused every two or three strokes to suck on it. 

"Fuck Yes Josh!" he loudly shouted the last time I did that. I say last time because this is when he held my head in place and preceded to fuck my throat. I struggled for a bit before realizing that he wasn't choking me. I adjusted my hands on his thighs. They went from balled-up fists to laying flat over his bouncing muscles. I applied more suction, and his grunting turned into a growl as he smashed my nose into his nest of pubes as he came down my throat. 

His grip on my head eased up well before he pulled out his only slightly smaller cock from my mouth. Devon ruffled my hair as I saw his cock leave me with a line of spit and cum connecting us until I closed my mouth, and Devon wiped his cock clean with something, a paper towel, that someone, maybe Fred, gave him, before stuffing it back into his short pants. I looked up at him feeling like I found this new place between being turned on as hell and having already cum. 

"Don't look at me like that," Devon said as he traced a finger around my lips. I licked them and his digit. "Unlike you I don't like getting fucked, so I'm not going to be late for my next class," he explained. Did I look that tempting to him? Matching how I now looked with how I always felt was still a work in progress. He reached down and kissed me while I was still kneeling on the floor. He ruffled my hair again before turning to leave. 

I was still a little dazed by what had just happened and what I did to put myself in this situation. I looked around for an anchor. Something to do, something to make me think about what to do next. This led me to staring down a dirty, lube-covered, black dick sitting on the desk a few inches from my face. Yeah, that was in me, I remembered. It was also mine, and I needed to clean it. Slowly the fog in my head cleared, and I stood up to realize that I didn't have any underwear on. But I honestly didn't think anyone would mind seeing what I had under this short skirt. I looked around the room to kinda make sure when I saw the words over a corner at the back of the room. CLEANING STATION. That was new. As quickly as I asked myself what class I was now in, I remembered the answer. Sexual Education and Exploration. Yeah, a class like that would need such a corner. With over a foot of black rubber, I went over there to see what was on hand, and I found everything. A sink, paper towels, wastebasket, antibacterial soap, stain removers, and even a first aid kit among other things. I even saw the same brand of sex toy cleaner that I had on the shelf back in my room. Maybe I got it from here, I wondered. Either way, I washed, wiped down, and dried my dildo before attending to myself. 

By the time I was finishing up and was about to turn to walk back to my desk, the first bell rang. I was clear of the station just in time because just about everyone else realized that they had to clean up too. Maybe it was a requirement of this class? Maybe, it was because the day was half over, and there was a very likely chance that the student body would need a little cleaning up? 

I got back to the desk that was assigned to me by Devon, and saw that my backpack was sitting in the seat. My bag of books from the library was there also, along with my thong draped over it. Fred remembered to snag my underwear on the way out. I slipped it on, placed my now clean and sanitized cock back into my bag, and pulled out my laptop. I placed both bags next to the chair before taking my seat. I booted up my laptop as I waited for the class to start and for the professor to arrive.

I spotted the teacher right away as he walked in with a handful of other students at the ringing of the second bell. He was the least dressed person in the room, and that was saying something. He had a crossbody bag that reminded me of the one I no longer had. He wore black-rimmed glass that matched his black stretched boxer briefs that were clearly from Tommy Hilfiger since his name was spelt out in big white letters on the waistband. What was also clear was the fact that he was packing. Did walking to class do this to him? Did he leave where he was before in this condition? Or was he a shower and not a grower? I imagined trying to find out since my ass wasn't up to finding out in person just yet. 

The teacher pulled out a few things from his bag as the class settled. Even the new students coming into the room went right to the cleaning station. I then watched as he set up his laptop to have it connect to the overhead screen. The screen was lowered to eye level as the teacher pushed his desk across the floor to the wall facing the door. He then made his way back to the lowered screen to flip on a switch. He then walks towards his laptop again to plug something into one of its ports. A few hand movements and clicks later, and we saw his desktop. 

I was almost surprised not to see someone in some kind of sexual activity with someone else as his wallpaper. It was an aerial shot of a coastline somewhere, with two columns of icons on either side of his screen. Soon it was all covered over by a folder that took up the whole screen. He navigated down until he got to a folder with the name of this class and this semester's date. He left it there showing us the contents as he lifted his tablet and leaned back against his desk as he waited for the last bell to ring. 

I quickly looked around to see how many empty seats were left. In the end, I only saw one. I looked back at the door and waited with the teacher to see if they would make it. To see if they would have the same punishment I did for showing up late to my last class. I checked the time in the system tray of my screen. They had two minutes left. I turned to look at the teacher, but he was busy doing something on his tablet. I looked around at the class. A few were mindlessly brushing parts of themselves as they too waited for the class to start. My clock now said they had a minute left. I clicked on it, and my calendar and clock filled that side of my screen. Now I saw the seconds as they counted down. 

At twenty seconds left before their ass was grass, Hank stepped into the room. 

"Glad you could make it Mr. Adler," our teacher said without looking up. 

"Good afternoon Professor Beckett," Hank replied as he made his way to the last desk while the third bell rang. My eyes followed him until our professor started Roll Call. He called us by our last names, something I had gotten used to since I started UMary. 

Once he was finished, he placed his pad down and stood in front of the class until he gained everyone's attention.

"Today we will be touching on boundaries," Beckett started. "Not everyone is or will be comfortable with your level of openness, self-expression, or sexual acceptance of themselves. I know you walk around this campus and think everyone is like you and who here could not be sexually accepting of themselves?" he ended on a question. "Last week we spent two days going through the levels of human sexuality. From the large major terms of Homosexual, Heterosexual and Bisexual. We debated over Pan, Ace, and Demi, and in there we came across how different we all are. That people aren't always the same sexuality for all their lives," he stressed. 

"Pierce, Gary and Wilson," he said to call out three of my classmates. "Come to the front for a moment," he told them. Soon three different examples of the University's uniform stood before us. No two of them were of the same height or coloring. One was a blonde, the other had black hair, and the last had dark brown hair. 

"Gary," Beckett started with. "Why are you wearing this version of the school's uniform? Why not one of the others?" He was the smallest of the three, and for that reason, you would think he would wear the skirt. No, he wore what I once did. Almost. The shirt had no buttons, but he tucked it into his pants all the same. 

"I am Demi so I don't get that sexual feeling like others do from wearing sexy clothing. And since I'm not interested in anyone sexually, wearing such clothes sends the opposite message to anyone seeing me. I'm actually trying to get the school to allow students to have buttons on their shirts again," he ended. 

"As well you should," the professor stated. "We as a society can't swing so far with each new liberation, or we will leave others behind and find ourselves with new groups of people who find that they aren't being heard or dismissed entirely. But being Demi isn't the only example of a person who might not be living up to your 'sexual boundaries' that you will come across in your life," Beckett told the class from where he was leaning against his desk. 

"Body dysmorphia is another one. I don't believe most of you know about this, but there are people in our world who see themselves without seeing what they really look like. They perceive flaws on their body that either don't exist or are hyper exaggerated in their mind. 

You may come across someone who has recently freed themselves from a traditionalist or religious cult, and despite getting free, their expression of themselves within this new freedom is a work in progress." He then asked the other two guys why they chose their uniform style and attached it to what he said earlier. After the third guy gave his answer, the teacher tied in a few gems of wisdom from what he said earlier about social swings. 

"To accommodate the new freedoms that most of the students are entering university with these days, three types of uniforms were designed for this school, while other centers of learning dropped the uniform requirement altogether. Since clothes were optional in most places, they believed old gender-based clothing was a thing of the past and introduced the option of wearing what was once considered girl clothing. Namely, the pleated skirt that was part of the uniform that Pierce wore."

If you were wondering about the last guy and what he said, I should, in all fairness, tell you about the other guys as well.

So the first guy was Gary. I guess you could say, in this world, that he looked like a traditionalist. To me, he looked like it belonged in a soda shop in the 1950s with his arm around a girl that couldn't stop smiling at him. I can only guess that is what a traditionalist would look like here. 

Winston was next. He was the middle height in the group. He wore the short shorts, and his long black hair was in a low ponytail. He wore both shirts at once. The kind I was wearing and the one Gary had on. It worked on him. He said that he just felt like wearing those clothes today. Winston didn't have a set preference and wore what he felt like. 

Pierce was rocking the stockings with platform shoes. Which just added to his height of six feet. He had a strong but lean build, so it wasn't jarring to see his frame in a skirt that hung low on his hips showing off the top of his V. In fact, his whole middle was showing. He wore the shirt without the buttons and tied it just under his chest. The fabric was pulled tight across his chest, so you saw that his nipples were pierced, and he had on the sanctioned jewelry. His reason for wearing the outfit he had on? His mom picked it out for him. He said that he normally wore clothes that were considered more feminine, which led his mom, who he loved dearly, to shop for him and dress him sometimes. He even turned around to show us the little black bow on the back of his stockings, so they complied with the school colors. Oh, and so was his thong. I don't know if they had a sanctioned color or not in the rule book. 

Beckett thanked them for their cooperation and had them take their seats before starting up a PowerPoint. At the end of the presentation, he left up the last slide, which asked us to send him questions to be answered in our next class. 

"You will be receiving your copy of this tonight," he told the class as he stood in front of us again. "Please combine it with the notes you have taken today. Next week will be your quiz that covers our last two topics," Beckett warned and informed us at the same time. 

The bell rang, the teacher collected his things and left in the flow of students also leaving the room. It was almost weird that it was so mundane. 

I had one more class before practice, so I made my way back to the library.