Sex Ed

Sex Ed: First Day

Bobby was a lucky guy. As a freshman coming in to college, he had been looking through courses to take, and especially at the health requirements. He wasn’t particularly keen on Nutrition or the other offerings, but buried in the middle of the list was Health 369: Body, Anatomy, and Sexual Health.

Being a (perpetually) horny young guy, he signed up as quickly as possible, thinking at least some of the lectures might get him hard. It had been mostly filled by Juniors and Seniors, but a single spot had opened up, and he managed to snag it for himself. The only strange thing was a secondary confirmation with a nudity consent clause. Bobby shrugged this off, figuring they would probably use nude images to talk about the subject matter.

On the first day he arrived five minutes early. The lecture room was a small one, in the basement of the Kinesiology and Health building. Most of the health classes were capped pretty small, and Bobby wondered how many other students would be in this section.

Other guys began to filter in, one or two at a time. As juniors and seniors they seemed pretty relaxed, and many of them looked to be in very fit shape. Bobby supposed they might be jocks or athletes interested in health courses to build muscle. Bobby himself was slimmer, with a flat stomach and a nice tone to his whole body, but these guys were built – and Bobby couldn’t keep himself from checking them out.

The first to enter had dark brown hair and blue eyes, the kind of all American sweetheart that could melt your heart – and your loins – with a smile. He wore only a white t-shirt and jeans, his shirt stretched tight over his frame, so his big chest and shoulders were clearly visible. The bottom edge of his shirt crept up slightly from his waist, and Bobby caught a glimpse of taut skin and a treasure trail, leading into the waistband of a jockstrap and then his jeans, low on his hips with no belt. This masculine wonder gave Bobby a brief smile and nod, and then sat at the next table.

Two guys entered together, joking and laughing. One blonde and one dark haired, they wore tank tops which also hugged their chests, but revealed more of their shoulders and arms, which bulged impressively. The darker haired one also had multiple tattoos, swirling over one arm and disappearing over his shoulder into his top. Bobby was glad he was sitting at a table, or his growing cock might have given him away. They sat down at the table with Bobby.

“Was anyone sitting here?” the blonde asked, grinning.

“N-no.” Bobby managed.

“Right, well I’m Thomas, this is Henry.” Bobby and Thomas shook hands while Henry gave a cheery wave. “What’s your major? I haven’t seen you around in the Health classes before.”

Bobby looked down. “I uh…haven’t declared yet. I’m a freshman.”

Both Thomas and Henry looked surprised, but pleased. “Shit dude, you lucky bastard. We’ve been trying to get into this class for over a year, and you got in on your first semester! This is gonna be great, you’ll see.” Thomas clapped Bobby on the shoulder and winked.

“What-why? What’s special about this class?” Bobby asked.

Henry leaned in conspiratorially. “The prof. He’s an adjunct, teaches only one class a semester, but ever since we saw him, we’ve wanted him. He’s smoking hot, dude.”

Thomas agreed. “Best body I’ve seen on campus. He works out at the gym sometimes, and advises some of the athletes. Anyway, we just want to-”

Thomas dropped his voice as another guy walked in, with short, bright blue dyed hair. He wore a black button down, open, over his bare chest. A few necklaces dangled between his solid pecs, and though his nipples remained hidden by the shirt, his very sharply defined abs were on clear display to everyone. He had very little body hair, but he wasn’t shaved, and his entire body seemed to exude sexual energy. As he passed their table, he and Henry exchanged a greeting and a fist bump.

Thomas quietly resumed speaking, “That’s Chris. Anyway, we just want to hear this really hot professor talking about cock for a semester. Shit I’m gonna be hard the whole time.”

Bobby leaned in quietly too, “So…you’re gay too?”

Thomas winked, whispering. “Bi. But we’re not the only ones here. Word’s gotten out about this professor among the guys on campus…I imagine most of the guys in here are interested in him.”

Another student entered, in a hurry, and tripped, spilling his water all over himself, right in front of their table. Bobby jumped up to help him pick up his books and things, and was startled by his beautiful green eyes. His now wet dark brown hair hung unkempt in his face. He smiled sheepishly.

“Thanks, I was late and I wasn’t looking where I was going. Shit I’m soaked.”

“I have a spare workout shirt in here, if you want.” Thomas offered, and the guy nodded gratefully, reaching back to peel his wet shirt over his head right there. The other guys wolf whistled, and there was even a joking shout of “Take it off!”

Like many of the jocks before him, the soaked guy was in fantastic shape. Broad shoulders and pecs weighed over shredded abs and obliques, and everything seemed to ripple as he moved. Thomas handed him the shirt, but as he was taking it, the door opened again.

A slightly older man entered, who looked to be in either his late twenties or early thirties. He had jet black hair, cut short, and the kind of dark stubble that left a perpetual shadow on his jaw, despite his close shave. He wore a blue button down shirt with the top button open, and a loose tie around his neck. Tight jeans hugged his legs and emphasized what must have been a very sizeable package in front. He carried a backpack and smiled as he passed the shirtless guy, setting his things down on the front desk of the room. Thomas nudged Bobby excitedly, but Bobby didn’t need the hint. This was the sexiest professor he’d ever seen.

“What happened here, Ryan?” he asked, his smooth deep voice sending shiver through Bobby’s entire body.

“Tripped and spilled my drink, sorry. I’ll-”

The professor laughed, and stopped him with a hand directly on his bare chest. “Don’t worry about it. In fact, you can leave your shirt off if you’ll assist me with some demonstration today.”

“Okay, cool, Mr, uh?” Ryan handed the workout shirt back to Thomas, whose jaw was open, stunned.

“Slate. My name is Mike Slate, but you guys can call me Mike, Professor, or whatever makes you comfortable. I don’t stand on ceremony in my classroom. So, fellas, if you didn’t know, this class is the Body, Anatomy, and Sexual Health. Because we deal with these subjects it’s important to be very respectful of each other, and where we all are with our bodies, but, every now and then if someone is willing and comfortable, I may ask you to demonstrate things so that the group has a good example and understanding of the topic. Lots of you guys seem to be in pretty good shape, so it shouldn’t be hard to see what we’re talking about. We’re also going to be having some very frank and honest discussions about sex and sexual activity, so to create a safe environment for that we leave all judgement at the door. Got it?”

The guys nodded, murmuring assent. Thomas looked like he was in heaven. In fact, leaning back slightly, Bobby could see that he had slid his hand into the waistband of his pants, and there was significant – vigorous – activity going on down there. He leaned over to Thomas and whispered, “Hey. He’s gorgeous, but don’t blow your load too soon, we’re just getting started.”

Thomas let a small gasp of air escape his lips before withdrawing his hand from his crotch and putting it back on the table. Bobby could see it glistening with wetness already.

Mike, the professor stepped forward, “So today’s just our first day, I’ll be handing around the syllabus, and we’ll start with our first brave volunteer, here, Ryan.”

Just then the door opened for a final time, and another tall, ripped jock strode through the door, wearing a loose muscle shirt, cut almost all the way down to the waist, so that his pecs and obliques were easily visible to everyone. His tight pants were low around his hips, so Bobby could see his “cum gutters” going all the way down almost to the base of his cock. He was a redhead, and his treasure trail was of the same shade.

Mike didn’t miss a beat, simply saying, “You must be Jake, you’re the last one on the roster. Have a seat, and you and I will talk about lateness after class.”

With a surly shrug, Jake went and sat at the far back, as Mike continued on to hand out the papers. Then he began to go over the names of different bones, muscles, and muscle groups, pointing them out clearly by touching them on Ryan’s exposed chest and arms. Ryan was standing extra tall, and would flex in different poses as Mike asked him to. Eventually they had covered the top half of the body.

“Would you be willing to take off your pants so we could go over leg muscles? It’s okay if you’re not.” Mike asked. But before he had even finished speaking, Ryan was unbuttoning and unzipping, dropping his wet jeans and stepping out of them. He was now wearing only a soft green fabric jockstrap, which hid absolutely nothing. The curving line of his semi-hard cock, and the weight of his balls were clearly visible. Ryan’s bulging package was on full display.

It was evident that he had enjoyed flexing and showing off thus far, and also liked the touch of Mike’s hands on his body. Bobby, and many of the other guys felt pangs of jealousy as Mike began to touch and talk about various muscle groups in the legs. Bobby even caught his breath when Mike’s hand, exploring and gripping Ryan’s powerful thighs, brushed against his straining jock pouch. But the whole time, Mike continued on, explaining different names and parts and functions.

He even had Ryan turn around and gripped his buttcheek tightly, explaining the muscles of the butt, and gently prying them apart so the entire class could see Ryan’s lightly hairy hole.

Bobby had a wild thought that Mike might even ask Ryan to take off the jockstrap, and Ryan seemed to be hoping so too, but Mike smiled and said, “Okay you can go and sit down.”

Regretfully, but with a massive wet spot evident on his jock, Ryan picked up his jeans and found a place to sit. Mike sat back on the top of his desk.

“Now, we’re almost done with the first day, but there’s still some key information we haven’t got to that the curriculum calls for as soon as possible, and that is the correct way to put on a condom. Guys your age need to know proper condom use as soon as possible, as I suspect many of you are already sexually active. But, I feel like it’s a little much to ask a volunteer to show themselves fully on the first day.”

The entire class seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for what this gorgeous young professor might say next.

“You all signed a nudity consent form when you added this class, so I have full permission to demonstrate myself.” Mike continued, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt fully. He shrugged out of it, leaving his tie behind over his truly massive pecs and shoulders, heavy dark nipples, and washboard abs with a powerful ‘V’ of muscle leading the eye downward. Thomas gulped loudly as Mike began to undo his belt and lower his jeans, revealing that he too, was wearing a white athletic jock beneath. Flipping his tie over his muscular shoulder so that it was out of the way, he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jock and drew it down his powerful legs. When it was on the floor he swept it aside with his foot neatly.

Hands on his hips, this professor stud’s muscular body framed a beautiful, large cock, not even hard but already an impressive length and girth. Heavy, swinging balls hung down, freed from their confinement. To Bobby’s surprise, Mike was mostly clean shaven, with a well-groomed patch of hair around his package.

As if this divine revelation was completely normal to him, Mike talked briefly about male sexual anatomy and its inner workings, occasionally touching himself to indicate specifics. He seemed oblivious to the guys’ ogling stares, as he began explaining, “Now I’ve got to get myself hard to put this condom on…” and casually licked his palm and began beating his big meat right there at the front of the classroom. He talked the whole time about blood flow and vascularity, pointing out the thick veins running down the underside of his proud shaft, and when he let go briefly to open the condom wrapper, his now massively erect cock continued to throb and twitch with a sexual life all its own.

Mike carefully demonstrated how to put on the condom, rolling it onto his heavy manhood and then walked around the room to stand in front of each table, so that the student guys could see it up close and personal. Mike had to keep a hand on the base of his shaft and stroke himself occasionally to stay hard the whole time.

Bobby raised a hand, and Mike called on him, smiling. “What’s your question?”

“What’s the best way to take off the condom, once you’ve…you know…come?”

Thomas’s hand gripped onto Bobby’s leg tightly, as Bobby looked over, he saw Thomas mouthing the words, *Thank you!*

“Well I’ll be happy to show you!” Mike continued. “Just give me a minute. Everyone gather round!”

The class almost fell over themselves packing tightly around Bobby, Thomas, and Henry’s table. Leaning back slightly, his body on full display, Mike began to jerk off in earnest, stroking his free hand over his chest and abs, and fondling his big balls, his loosened tie tossed over his shoulder. As he continued, Mike’s muscular chest began to rise and fall more heavily as his breathing quickened. He growled out loud, and some of the guys chuckled nervously. Bobby, sitting at eye level, couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“As a preview of some of the syllabus, if anyone wants extra credit, I’ll need some help to finish before the end of class.” Mike suddenly said. “Danny, if you can play with my nipples, they’re quite sensitive.”

The first boy Bobby had seen, with his dark hair, blue eyes and southern smile moved behind Mike, slipped his hands under Mike’s muscular arms, and began toying with Mike’s nipples, flicking and twisting them.

“Ryan already volunteered today, how about someone else? Henry? Great. Henry, I get really hot when someone licks my armpits, so if you’d like-”

And Henry did like. He jumped up from his seat and pulled Mike’s arms up above his head, framing his gorgeous face with his chiseled arms and shoulders. Then he buried his face and tongue in Mike’s hairy armpits, licking and nipping gently. Both Henry and Mike moaned loudly.

“Chris, this next one requires a careful touch,” Mike began, and Chris eagerly moved closer, brushing his blue hair aside. Mike, still breathing heavily with his arms over his head and two jocks already toying with him, said, “I’d like you to pull on my tie gently, just enough to give me some constriction on my neck.”

Chris grinned and moved behind Mike and Danny, pressing up close against Danny’s back so that Danny was sandwiched between them. Danny didn’t seem to mind at all as Chris reached past him and gently pulled the tie tighter.

“Oh yeah, I’m close guys. Bobby, since it was your question, and my arms are busy, would you mind finishing the job?”

Thomas was speechless as Bobby moved to the side of Mike opposite Henry and carefully took hold of his professor’s hard manhood, and began to stroke him at a healthy pace. Jake, Thomas, and Ryan looked on as Bobby got to toy with their hottest daydream’s throbbing cock and heavy balls. Bobby slipped one hand beneath Mike’s balls to fondle them and stroke the sensitive skin behind them while he worked Mike’s shaft with his other hand.

“Oooh, guys Bobby knows what he’s doing! Oh yes, yeah, like that guys, unh, here I come!”

With a shudder that moved through his entire stud body, Mike’s cock pulsed powerfully in Bobby’s hand so he could feel the force of Mike’s body shooting his hot cream into the condom. Danny, Chris, and Henry stopped what they were doing to watch, but Bobby never let go, reveling in the feeling of a man’s orgasm in his hand.

Still breathing heavily, Mike gasped a description of steps to take when removing a full condom, as he did, but then it was revealed that he was still cumming, as a string or two of his hot, ropy seed shot across the tabletop and Thomas’ hand.

“Oops,” Mike said, “Sorry there, Thomas.”

“That’s okay, sir.” Thomas muttered, his eyes blissed out. Bobby guessed that Thomas had just creamed himself beneath the table.

The bell rang.

Mike cleared his throat and threw the condom away, starting to pull on his jock, tucking away his big cock with difficulty. “Read chapters 1 and 2 for next time, and if you are active, play safe! I’ll see you fellas next class.”

Bobby saw Thomas walking out of the room and licking the cum off his hand, and also watched the rest of the college jocks and studs as they filed out. Jake was hanging back to talk to Mike about his lateness. Bobby wondered what might happen between the two of them, but he had another class to get to across campus, so regretfully, he let the door close and hurried on to his next class.

He couldn’t concentrate through that entire class, his own erection distracting him from whatever subject it was (he wasn’t even sure). Bobby was simply dazed at his good luck of finding a spot in his new favorite class ever.

To be continued…