Sex Ed

Bobby’s class in Body, Anatomy, and Sexual Health quickly became his favorite course after their first heated meeting. It was a longer class period but it only met once a week, so it felt like ages before the next class would arrive.

Bobby occasionally saw one of the other guys around campus, and they would each give him a cheery wave or a smile. He liked it because it felt like they all shared a secret, or were part of something that no one else knew about. The only exception to this being Jake, who seemed surly as ever, and didn’t even look up when Bobby waved.

Wanting to be as prepared as possible for their second class, Bobby did all the reading that had been assigned them, and reviewed his notes on all the different muscle groups. He asked his friend from the class – Thomas – to help him study, and Thomas brought along Henry as well. They took turns in Thomas’ room stripping down to only jocks or briefs and pointing out the names of specific muscles.

When it was Bobby’s turn, he felt a bit self-conscious, since he wasn’t as muscular as the two older guys, but they didn’t mention it at all. He was also self-conscious because as the two handsome seniors were touching his skin and muttering Latin names, he began to get a noticeable erection, which tented his trunks.

“Whoa, we’ve got a boner.” Thomas giggled. “A nice one, dude.”

“I’m sorry, I-” Bobby began, but Henry stopped him.

“Don’t worry about it. Guys our age get hard at the slightest stimulation, and we’ve been touching you for 20 minutes.”

“That’s right! We’re stimulating.” Thomas boasted with a wink. “It’d be almost rude of you not to get hard.”

Bobby felt a silly grin creeping onto his face and felt much more comfortable now that the metaphorical elephant in the room had been addressed. Next it was Henry’s turn, and Thomas even took a marker, labelling the names on Henry’s skin so they could see their progress. This process tickled Henry, making him laugh constantly.

“You really think we need to study this early?” Henry chuckled, as Thomas drew another Latin name on his thigh.

“I do think it’s a little early in the semester for a pop quiz,” Thomas admitted, “But it’s a fun class to keep thinking about, and we have no idea what sexy Prof Mike is gonna drop on us next.”

Bobby added, “It’s also a lot more memorization than I thought. All these different names…I need all the head start I can get.”

“Speaking of head…” Thomas laughed. Henry’s hardened cock was pushing just past the waistband of his underwear, right at Thomas’ eye level.

Henry chuckled lightly and shrugged, sliding off his briefs so his manhood swung free. He had an impressive member, which seemed to throb and twitch with a life all its own. Heavy dark balls complemented the set, all dusted with well-groomed, dark hair. Thomas, very near to this musky revelation, made an involuntary noise of longing.

“Do your thing, man.” Henry encouraged in a throaty murmur, and Thomas immediately took Henry’s shaft deep into his mouth.

Bobby didn’t know if he should stay or leave. He felt paralyzed between social decorum and complete fascination with watching these two attractive men, pleasuring each other. He also felt himself getting hard again just watching as Thomas’ blond head bobbed up and down.

Thomas shifted his position slightly, widening his knees on the floor and sliding a hand from Henry’s right thigh all the way up to the side of his ribs. Bobby lost himself watching Henry’s hard shaft sliding in and out, and Thomas’ full, greedy lips, locked tight onto his thick, veined tower.

Without even realizing it, Bobby discovered that he had his own cock in hand and was stroking himself furiously. Thomas was still wearing his jockstrap, but his right hand was tucked down his front, working himself as he sucked Henry with wet, sloppy slurping sounds.

Henry had one hand gently on the back of Thomas’ head, and with the other guided Thomas’ hand to his nipple, which Thomas began to tweak and twist playfully.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Henry gasped. Thomas continued his rhythm, his touch and his lips and his tongue coaxing his partner to completion. Bobby could tell when it was happening, because every muscle in Henry’s body tensed up, and his face was caught in electric agony of bliss. Thomas also stopped moving, putting both hands on Henry’s butt and holding him in close while he gulped and swallowed Henry’s gift.

Bobby also came, his warm essence roping across his stomach as he sat on the floor against the bed. And when Thomas and Henry separated, Henry helped him to his feet and they kissed for a long moment, and then laughed. Thomas wiped his face off with a big grin.

“Thanks, man, I needed that.” Thomas said. Henry only smiled and kissed him again quickly. “Anytime, you know that.”

“Fuck,” Thomas giggled, “I creamed my jock again.” He withdrew his right hand from his jock, showing sticky strings between his fingers. The pouch of the jock looked very full and very damp.

“Go clean yourself up.” Henry laughed. “I’ll be in the shower in a minute.”

Thomas left and Henry turned to Bobby. “So you enjoyed the show? I’m glad.”

Bobby sputtered, “Uh yeah. That was amazing. I mean…” He looked down at himself, still covered in cum.

“Here’s a towel.” Henry chuckled, handing him a small cloth. “Thomas likes to perform for people, and after we confirmed you were gay in class, he couldn’t resist.”

“Are you guys together?” Bobby asked. Henry shrugged, his muscular shoulders still covered in Latin, and his own tattoos.

“We fool around all the time, but we haven’t set a label on it. I like him a lot though. But listen, I have a hot jock in my shower now, waiting for me to fuck him until he walks funny. I’ll see you in class tomorrow, yeah?”

With a friendly pat on the shoulder, Henry turned and walked into the bathroom. Bobby dearly wanted to stay and listen, but he sensed that his time observing them, at least for today, was done.

The next day, Bobby was not the only one who arrived early for class.

In fact, all the guys were there early, except noticeably Jake. Danny and Chris gave Bobby friendly hellos, and Ryan was making jokes about “accidentally” spilling drinks on himself again. When Henry and Thomas walked in, laughing and smiling as usual, Bobby watched closely and could swear he saw Thomas walking with a slight hitch in his step.

They slid into their seats at the table with Bobby as usual. The room was positively thrumming with young male sexual energy, and the anticipation for their professor’s arrival was unlike any other class Bobby had ever seen.

And suddenly it was time. The door swung wide open and Mike strode in, as beautiful and hunky as ever. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a jawline for summer days. He was wearing pretty much the same clothes as he had before – a button down which fit him tightly, a loose tie, and jeans which perfectly hugged his muscular legs and prodigious assets.

“Hello again, fellas!” his brilliant smile shone across the room, “I thought we’d start today with a discussion of the readings, and…yes, Danny?”

Danny lowered his hand. “I had a question about physical therapy, Prof. I’ve been working out and running like usual but I think I might’ve pushed it a little hard this weekend and now I don’t know if I pulled something in my leg or not.”

Mike nodded. “Well I had meant to cover an introduction to physical and massage therapy, but now is as good a time as any. Come on up.”

Danny stood and moved to the front of the room, and Bobby could see that he was in fact staggering slightly, although whether it was minor or serious he couldn’t tell. Mike had Danny lie flat on the demonstration table. Just then, Jake entered the room, looking tired and surly as usual. Mike frowned.

“That’s the second time you’re late, Jake. We really need to address this, speak to me after class. Now, the first thing we’ve gotta do is determine where to look. Communication is key with whoever you’re working with. Young athletes and weightlifters frequently, and also people recovering from surgery or veterans. Which leg and where, Danny?”

“It’s kind of all along the back of my left thigh?” Danny guessed.

“Okay, so let’s get you out of those pants and flip you over.” Mike said smoothly. Bobby heard Thomas make another small involuntary sound of lust.

Danny unbuckled his belt and unzipped, and then Mike helped pull off the jeans, since Danny was on a flat surface. Danny wore a fairly translucent white t-shirt, and a blue jockstrap with white stripes like a football player. When Mike had him roll onto his stomach, his muscular butt was on excellent display.

Danny obviously hadn’t been skipping leg day. Mike pointed out specific contours of his calves and thighs, before moving on with the examination. With Danny guiding him, Mike began to run his hands over Danny’s upper thigh and butt cheek, pressing gently in certain areas and asking if it pained him. Mike kept up a running commentary for each spot, describing what problems he was looking for and what he had ruled out.

Eventually Mike came to a conclusion, “Well, I don’t think it’s pulled, but you’ve probably strained the area. Avoid working it for a week or so, but keep stretching it daily, or it’ll get stiff. But now that you’re here, I’d like to use you for the massage demo.”

Danny answered happily, “Be my guest, prof.”

Mike called the guys to the front of the class to watch, and asked Danny to strip fully. Danny shrugged and pulled his white t-shirt over his head, and then slipped his jockstrap off, placing them to the side. Bobby couldn’t check out Danny’s package yet, because he was facedown, but all of Danny’s backside was a treat to look at anyway.

“So I’ve shown you what a physical therapist does. That kind of feel and touch is very specific. In the same way, massage therapists are trained to work your muscles in specific ways. It’s valuable for you to see both ways, in case any of you are thinking about going into those fields.”

And so Mike began to work, his strong hands kneading and working Danny starting at his shoulders and moving down to his lower back, describing his techniques and their effects as he went.

“See? Feel this, right here.” Mike said, placing Ryan’s hand on a specific point. They each took turns massaging Danny briefly, searching for knots and tension. On occasion Danny would moan in appreciation of their efforts. Eventually they worked all the way down to his feet and ankles, and then Mike had Danny turn over.

Unsurprisingly, Danny had a massive hard-on, dripping sticky wetness which had coated his lower abdomen. Bobby swallowed unconsciously, thinking about wrapping his own lips around Danny’s erect shaft the way he had seen Thomas do to Henry. What would he taste like? How would his body react when he came deep in Bobby’s mouth?

Mike took this rather large development in stride. “Ah, yes, this can often happen as a reflex, especially for male clients. It’s a natural reaction to the massage process. However, it’s important that you distinguish that professional massage therapists are not sex workers, and they’re not obligated to help you with that ‘happy ending’ you hear about or see in porn. That’s not their job.”

Continuing on with the demonstration, Mike massaged down the front of Danny’s shoulders and spent awhile go over his pectorals and abdominals, commenting on their sharp tone and development. He kept right on going downward, even when his hands started to move through the slicked, wet area around the head of Danny’s leaking member.

Mike spent a long time working the upper thighs, inside and out, his hands frequently brushing against or moving aside Danny’s heavy balls. Then he went further down the thighs and calves, and the massage was complete.

Danny sighed contentedly and began to sit up, when Mike put a hand on his chest. “One more moment, Danny. We’re almost done for the day but I’d like to show them one more thing.”

Mike leaned down and whispered in Danny’s ear for a moment. Bobby and the others held their breath almost as one, straining to hear what was being said. After what seemed like an eternity, Mike finished and Danny grinned and nodded.

“You’re sure?” Mike asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Danny said.

Mike favored him with a smile and continued, “I want to show you guys how to massage the prostate. Whether for your own enjoyment, or if you’re inclined towards men, knowing how to please them is a useful skill in sexual encounters. Danny has sportingly agreed to be the demonstration for this, for anyone who would like to try. Now…”

Mike pulled a small bottle of lube from his bag and set it on the table, slicked up one finger to start, talking about the importance of lube and the different types.

“So, you can actually massage it from the outside, on a spot between his testicles and his anus, called the…?”

“Perineum.” Bobby spoke up, and Mike smiled at him brightly.

“Yes, Bobby, exactly. So this is that spot on him here, and I’m teasing him like this.”

Danny moaned appreciatively on the table, and his hand unconsciously went to his slick wet cock, jerking himself gently until Mike put a hand on his wrist to stop him. “Not yet, Danny, we want them all to get a try.”

Relaxing forcibly back onto the table, Danny panted, aching for release as each of his classmates, even Jake, took a turn trying the technique. Then Mike, with gentle care, slipped a lubed finger inside Danny’s hole, causing Danny’s whole body to tense briefly before relaxing again.

Mike was talking about the importance of letting Danny adjust and different techniques of anal stimulation. Soon he had two fingers in Danny’s hole and began stroking him in a “come hither” motion, noting aloud how Danny gasped and shuddered in pleasure.

Mike had them all practice the motion in the air, and then asked for volunteers who wanted to try it for real. Chris, with his dark clothes and blue hair, stepped forward and quickly his fingers were inside Danny, stroking that ultimate spot. Mike stepped back, watching closely, murmuring the occasional word of guidance.

Instinctively, Chris used his other hand to stroke Danny’s cock. Danny was getting more and more desperate for release, when Mike called for Chris to stop, and then Ryan took his place, and then Henry, and then Jake, and then Thomas, and finally it was Bobby’s turn.

Danny had been driven to the edge and pulled back six times by now, so he was practically fucking his ass onto Bobby’s hand, bucking his hips wildly, his heavy balls now pulled tight to the base of his towering cock. A warm thrill raced through Bobby as he realized he was going to bring this hot stud to climax, right here in front of everyone.

Placing one leg over his shoulder, Bobby ducked down and breathed gently, inhaling the musky, sweaty scent of Danny’s masculinity. Making eye contact briefly, Danny gasped, “Oh please yes.”

Given consent, Bobby acted out his fantasy, wrapping his soft lips around Danny’s ridged, drooling cock, except this time Bobby was fucking him with his right hand. With his left, he mimicked what he had seen Thomas do, and ran his fingers up Danny’s tight abs and tweaked his nipple playfully, while he carefully sucked and worked his cock.

Finally it was too much for Danny and, arching his back, bucking his hips up off the table, he exploded like a rocket in Bobby’s mouth, shooting pulse after pulse of salty jizz. Bobby tried to capture this moment as purely as he could in his memory, the hot, sweaty, naked stud, shuddering on the table in front of him, as he fingered him and gulped his hot load, with five other guys and a teacher looking on.

When the ocean of white hot sensation had subsided, Bobby and Danny stood up shakily, and heard the sound of clapping.

It was Mike. He was applauding their performance like it had been on stage. And in a way, it had been exactly that.

“Wow, excellent. Great work guys, and a big thank you to Danny for taking that leap and being our demo for the day. We didn’t really have time to discuss the reading, so I’ll set up an online chat forum for posts. In the meantime, read chapter 3 for next week, oh here’s your jock Danny…”

He said, holding out the blue jock, but Danny just shook his head with a smile and passed it to Bobby, who accepted it like a trophy. The class cheered.

Mike laughed too, “Okay guys, so remember, read chapter 3, and as always, play safe!”

As Danny pulled on his jeans, now commando, the rest of the students filed out of the class. Bobby got a “catch you later!” from Thomas, and a wink, and then Bobby felt Danny’s big arm around his shoulder. “Hey, you want to grab lunch?”

Behind them, the door swung shut as Jake approached the teacher’s desk once again.

To Be Continued...